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In love, what is more sad than cheating?

is betrayal.

And what kind of betrayal is the most cruel and poisonous?

is the double betrayal of soul and body.

Murong Xueyan looked at the men and women on the bed, and the feelings in her heart were no longer enough to be described by the words humiliation, anger and sadness.

Why is it like this?

Why?

** The woman is enchanting, with only a red belly pocket and a pair of charming eyes, revealing all kinds of amorous feelings. It was the imperial concubine Yan who caused her disfigurement at the beginning. And the man of **...

How can it be... It's Nangong Yi...

He lay naked beside the noble concubine Yan, as if he was unconscious. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the situation at this time. He hurriedly said, "Xueer, it's not what you think, it's not..."

"What is it?" Her tears flowed down, with bitterness in the cold, drop by drop, falling to the ground.

"It's like this. Yi heard that I came to Qingliang Temple to get incense. Because he missed me, he made a special trip. We couldn't help it..." Yan Guifei had a delicate smile on her face.

Shameless men and women!

Murong Xueyan looked at the two people with hatred, but she couldn't say a word.

When I was so hateful, I couldn't scold any words. Because I was too disappointed and hurt my heart, I couldn't even say sad words.

How could he treat her like this?

"Princess, you should know how to end this matter. Let's just think that it hasn't happened, okay?" Concubine Yan smiled leisurely, put the clothes on a set, and even printed a kiss on Nangong Yi's cheek. "I'll give you time to make it clear to your princess."

To be clear, what else can I say? Isn't the truth in front of you? Murong Xueyan didn't say anything and left quickly...

"Your Concubine, what on earth have you... done to me?" Nangong Yi questioned that the matter came too suddenly. He still felt dizzy and his consciousness was still free.

"Obviously, you are disrespectful to me, but you still come to ask me?" Yan Guifei said shyly, "You don't even know how bad you are..."

"Nonsense! Is this your trap again? Nangong Yi said angrily.

"What's the matter, the men of your Nangong family are so irresponsible? Do you dare to admit it?" Concubine Yan just smiled and burst into tears in an instant. "At the beginning, I wanted to marry someone else, but you didn't have the courage to take me away. Now that we have such a relationship, you don't even have the courage to admit it? Don't worry, I know my identity. I will hide this matter and won't tell anyone..."

"Oh, my God, who will tell me what's going on?" Nangong Yi covered his head, which was about to crack in pain, and roared angrily.

What's going on? It's impossible for Yan Guifei to tell him, and Hongyan can't tell him. After witnessing the scene of him and Yan's noble concubine naked and entangled in **, Murong Xueyan could not forgive him...

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Murong Xue walked fast and didn't know where he was going...

There is a gray sky in front of her, and the whole world seems to collapse soon, and her heart has screamed and died as early as she saw the ugliest and dirty scene in the world.

What else can be explained? Nan Gongyi's such strong martial arts skills could not have been designed by Yan Guifei. It is so obvious that he was willing to do this. They were old lovers. They had a relationship, and it was difficult to control themselves for a while, and it was not completely unreasonable.

In the sky, thunder is rolling, and the cold wind is gusts. Is the heavy rain coming?

Murong Xueyan didn't pay attention and got off the horse. She walked and walked without a purpose and unconsciously...

The heavy rain poured down and hit the body with coldness to the bone. She gritted her teeth and endured it, allowing the chill to fill her whole body.

Only when the body suffers the pain and the pain in the heart can be slightly relieved.

Cold...long and boundless cold.

It's the dream of the heavy rain that wet her, and it's another true love with the water.

How can I give my heart again?

He can still think about the old childhood sweethearts when holding her; he can indirectly kill their children in order to help the old childhood sweethearts; however, he can't turn around and moan with his old lover on the bed when he tells her that he only loves her with all his heart?!

What kind of humiliation? How can you bear it!

Murong Xueyan even thought of death in despair. What's the use of leaving a body in vain when the heart can't live?

She walked drowsily for a long time, and she finally gave up the idea of death.

Zhu Yingtai will cry to death for Liang Shanbo, Bai Suzhen will be crushed by Leifeng Tower for Xu Xian, and Su Xiaohui will die young for Ruan Yu's lovesickness. But she is not the legendary beautiful woman, nor the Murong Xueyan who is infatuated with Nangongyi. Her real soul is Mu Zhiqing, with a soul from the 21st century.

She doesn't want to die, and she has to live well. Emotional failure can only prove that everything is her mistake and Nangong Yi's mistake, but she can't give up her life for this mistake.

She thought she had already become Murong Xueyan. When it came to an end, she found that she was actually Mu Zhiqing! After being hurt so painfully, she can still analyze her feelings so thoroughly! So realistic, so objective!

Murong Xueyan returned to the prime minister's house after nightfall. At that time, because of her disappearance, Murong Rui took someone to find her for a whole afternoon. They went to the royal palace, winery, Tianxiang Tower, and all the places they could think of, but found nothing. Unexpectedly, she came back by herself at night.

She looks like she has been caught in the rain and haggard to heart. So tired, so sad...

"Daughter, what's wrong with you? What's going on?" Murong Rui looked at his daughter with pity.

Murong Xueyan squeezed out a reluctant smile at the corners of her mouth: "I'm fine, Dad..."

Her eyes suddenly darkened and she fainted in her father's arms.

Murong Rui touched his daughter's hands with his fingers. He was scared by the burning temperature and withdrew his hand. He shouted, "How can it be so hot?"

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When Nangong Yi went to the prime minister's house the next day, he was rejected. The gatekeeper said, and the prime minister explained that if the prince came to see him, he was not allowed to enter.

"How is your young lady?" He asked tentatively.

"Miss disappeared all afternoon yesterday. After coming back, she had a high fever and was still recuperating." One of the little sling replied kindly.

She has a fever... Why is that? Could it be that she was caught in the rain yesterday? Nangong Yi remembered that he had been running out of Qingliang Temple yesterday, trying to find her, but found nothing.

At that time, he was looking for her on foot, but she rode a horse. No matter how fast his foot was, it was naturally impossible to find her.

From that day on, Nangong Yiri went to the prime minister's house to meet, whispered countless times, and even tried to break in and beg Murong Rui. However, Murong Rui repeatedly refused to see Murong Xueyan.

It is said that Murong Xueyan's body is getting worse and worse. Murong Rui even recruited famous doctors to treat Murong Xueyan. She was seriously ill, and countless famous doctors were helpless. All the imperial doctors and Jianghu Langzhong asserted that she would not live long.

More than a month later, Nangong Yi broke into the prime minister's house at night and "robbed" Murong Xueyan back to his home.

He thought that her illness was just a trivial matter and she would get better. After seeing her, he knew that she would be so sick, not because of how weak she was, but because she had no will to live.

"What happened that day was not what you thought..." He still explained in vain and disorderly.

"I don't want to investigate what happened that day." She was so thin that she took off her shape and gasped for half a day at every word she said.

Nangong Yi looked at Murong Xueyan with pity and called, "Xueer..." He wanted to stretch out his hand to take care of her messy hair, but she just avoided it lightly.

So fast, you become like a passer-by.

Murong Xueyan raised her head, and her dark and empty eyes lost her former brilliance. She looked deeply at Nangongyi for the last time with these godless eyes and suddenly said, "Nangongyi, do you know where to go after death?"

"Sheer..." He looked at her apologetically, not knowing how to heal her wounds and how to rekindle her will to live. You won't die. I will never promise you to die..."

Murong Xueyan smiled desolately: "If I, Murong Xueyan, want to die, I will start and end by myself, and I will never pretend to be with others."

"Why?" He stared at her helplessly.

And she no longer wants to answer. Her heart was dead. After witnessing the incident between him and Yan Guifei, her emotional world collapsed.

When she finally chose to forgive him, believe him, put down everything, forget the past, and return to him, he...

In front of her, she staged such a dirty and dirty play with another woman.

What else can I believe in the world and what else is worth believing?

"I don't have many days. If you want to keep me by your side, I have no problem." Murong Xueyan's smile was as plain as if it was not about death, but an ordinary thing.

"..." Nangong Yi looked at her silently. What else can he say at this time? Any language is pale and powerless, and no one can beat fate.

"However, I want to live in another place." Murong Xueyan said again, "The Qing Pavilion in the backyard is clean enough. Don't let anyone disturb me. As for my father, you can explain it yourself.

She seemed to understand everything and thought about everything. Where did you live? I explained the cause and process of the matter to my father, but I didn't consider his feelings.

"I'm tired. I want to have a rest."

"I... I'll ask my servants to clean up the room first." Nangong Yi has never been so panicked.

This Murong Xueyan, who completely closed his heart, didn't let him get close at all and made him feel so strange. He was too afraid that he would really lose her one day and lose her forever. He felt that she was like a flying kite. One day, the thread in his hand would be out of his control and disappear into his world.