074 Green Jade Case

Concubine Yan turned back to find him when she found that Nangong Ming had something to use.

Nangong Ming, three generations of his family have been slaves in Nangong Mansion, and he is loyal to Nangong Yi and his son. And he, who has never married in his life, has an amazing secret: when he was young, he fell in love with Ling Ruxin, the biological mother of Yan Guifei. Unfortunately, it was his wishful thinking. Ling Ruxin finally married Yan Wenxuan, who had been married since childhood.

This is a hopeless unrequited love. From beginning to end, Nangong Ming was alone in self-pity. However, after the sea, he could no longer live with other women in his heart. Therefore, he did not marry in his life.

The appearance of Yan Guifei is almost the same as that of her mother when she was young, which made Nangong Ming deeply shocked when he saw her for the first time. At that time, Ling Ruxin died for many years, and he first saw her daughter as if he had seen her come back to life.

He will spare no effort to help Yan Guifei because behind him, there is affection and missing for her mother...

When Nangong Yi married Murong Xueyan for the first time, he was instructed by her, who was still Yunfei at that time, and put ** in the cup of wine for Murong Xueyan, until it led to the real Murong Xueyan's suicide. He had repeatedly "reported" the progress of Nangong Yi's relationship with Murong Xueyan to Yan Gui. Concubine; he was directly involved in the good play of "stealing" that she wrote and directed herself last time...

Nangong Yi, who knows the truth, must be unable to forgive Nangong Ming, right? He trusted him so much that "Uncle Ming" was full of respect. He treated him like his elders, but his uncle Ming indirectly participated in the conspiracy and indirectly led to the death of Murong Xueyan.

As expected, Noble Concubine Yan was not bad. At this time, Nangong Ming had indeed invited himself to leave the royal palace. At first, Nangong Yi had been left, and when he heard about what happened that day, he was so angry that he almost wanted to kill Nangong Ming.

Sure enough, everything has been arranged by Yan Guifei. This is a play specially performed for Murong Xueyan.

Yan Guifei has arranged everything, and the rest of them are all pawns.

There are some things that I don't know if I know the truth. Murong Xueyan is dead. What's the point of the truth being clear at this time?

Nangong Ming was condemned by his conscience and asked to leave the royal palace. In order to save a little face for the noble concubine Yan, he did not say anything about the fact that he had cooperated with her earlier and framed Murong Xueyan.

What's the point of killing him? She is dead and can't come back.

Nangong Yi finally left Nangong Ming with only one word: "Get out of here."

He doesn't want to see him again, and he doesn't want to see anything related to Yan Guifei. She is no longer the Yun'er he fell in love with. That Yun'er is simple, kind, naive and lovely. And this imperial concubine Yan is selfish, cold, and unscrupulous to achieve her goal...

Murong Xueyan is no longer by her side. The only thing Nangong Yi can do is to immerse herself in missing every day and recall her voice and smile over and over again.

His snow is like the snow flying between heaven and earth, falling without a trace.

Murong Xueyan's first seven, Nangong Yi put a few of her favorite dishes on the table in the backyard of the palace, as well as two wine glasses and a pot of good wine.

Wine. Seeing the wine, he thought of the scene when the two had a substantive relationship for the first time. The medium of that time was wine. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival three years ago. At that time, he had not completely fallen in love with Murong Xueyan, but he couldn't help but be attracted by her little by little... On that day, she "ducked the truth" and told her true background.

She is a woman from the future time and space. Maybe when she dies this time, her soul can return to her own era? Is it possible that she will be resurrected in that era in another way?

His imagination is completely self-consoling.

Only in this way can he feel a little better in his heart.

"Xue'er..." He called her name again in a hoarse voice, and his hair was brightened by the moonlight. This is the punishment of fate, which reflects Li Bai's sentence "Morning is like green silk and evening becomes snow". That day in Qingliang Temple, if he had insight into the opportunity to leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible, maybe the next things would not happen again.

Maybe, maybe, maybe...

They always fantasize about so many possible things, but they don't know that most of the "maybe" are not allowed to exist.

Nangong Yi knew that he had lost Murong Xueyan forever.

The last song she sang in front of him sounded faintly in my ear:

"Every inch of eyes is staggered into a speechless fragment. In the bottom of my heart, there is still unresolved sadness in this life. Just because of the rush of meeting, I exiled that time with my youth..."

On that day, she knew that her deadline was approaching, so did she sing a song to say goodbye to their feelings?

"Xueer, you will be fine, right?" Nangong Yi smiled miserably, raised a glass of wine, and drenched the wine in the glass.

He knew that his heart also died with her death. From then on, this heart can no longer beat for other women.

The long wind is hunting, the moon is staring, and the sky and the earth are snowing again. However, the woman who accompanied him to watch the snow is no longer...

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Forget him, forget everything related to him. Now that he has successfully escaped from his world, he must not escape from his heart.

The last time she saw Nangong Yi, she once said that even if she died, she would start by herself, end by herself, and never touch others. She did it.

After she died, what she had to do was to live again - also start and end by herself. At that time, she was pushed down the 18th floor and got a chance to live again through Murong Xueyan's body, which was a gift from God. This time, with the help of Traceless, she left the sad place to live again by cheating, which she struggled for. Therefore, she can't waste this opportunity to live again.

Murong Xueyan told herself that from then on, she had the right to think that she had never fallen in love.

Worry is born from love, and fear is born from worry. If you are away from your lover, you will be carefree and fearless. The Buddhist verb came to my mind again. When I was young, I read books or series, and I couldn't understand the heroines who finally escaped from their feelings. I always felt that if I fell in love, I would die vigorously and live up to a good time. However, after she was hurt again and again, she finally knew that sometimes, escape was just afraid of being hurt. Do you still remember that I once saw an ancient poem - the infinite red hand in the world, a piece of sadness can't be painted, and the poet should also be deeply hurt? Only when you are hurt can you empathize so much.

That's all, I don't think about anything. Everything, think about it after coming to Yuanjing.

Ten days passed quickly, and Murong Xueyan was already in Yuanjing. According to a specific statement, the Eastern Wei Dynasty, the Northern Qi Dynasty and the Western Song Dynasty can all be called the "Zhongyuan", while South Vietnam is the "barbarian land" inhabited by ethnic minorities. Looking at the scenery on the street through the corner of the curtain, it is probably similar to Linxing in the capital of Northern Qi. The clothes of pedestrians on the road are also similar, and there is no difference.

Guo Wuhen went to the inn and lived in two rooms, and Yu Wenshuang took care of her life in person. After another half month of recuperation, her physique finally became healthy, which was no different from before the poisoning. For personal safety, she usually goes out and dresses up as a man.

This is the nineteenth year of Murong Xueyan's life. It's a new year, ushering in a new atmosphere, but Murong Xueyan, who is far away in a foreign country, is desolate at the bottom of her heart. According to the actual age of the 20th century, she should be 25 years old this year. Twenty-five, in modern times, it is also a good age to fall in love, but she is almost desperate for feelings.

In this strange country, for a while, she didn't know where to go. Guo Wuhen and Yu Wenshuang have their own life, and it is impossible to accompany her here forever. After Murong Xueyan felt that she had recovered, she sent the two of them back.

After all, she was not used to living in the inn. She had no enthusiasm and interest in business, so she went to Qianzhuang to withdraw part of the money, bought a house built under Xiangyang Mountain in the north of Yuanjing City, cleaned up and settled down.

When she is calm, Murong Xueyan will feel whether she is already in a state of seclusion. Don't care about the world, don't get involved in the world.

On the day of the Lantern Festival, Murong Xueyan went to the street once when she was bored.

The ancients attached great importance to the Lantern Festival. Every time this festival, a lively lantern party was held in the downtown. Appreciating lanterns and guessing lantern riddles is really a great pleasure. Murong Xueyan has read many Song lyrics and described the bustle of the Lantern Festival. Her favorite is Xin Qiji's "Green Jade Case?" Yuanxi:

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and it blows down, and the stars are like rain.

The BMW carving car is fragrant all over the road, the sound of the phoenix is moving, the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance overnight.

Moth snow willow golden wisps, and the smile is full of dark fragrance.

He looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim light.

How attractive is the sound of BMW carved car and the sound of Feng Xiao? As described in this word, she is going to go out for a walk on the street. On the one hand, it is a distracting, and on the other hand, it is also an insight. 2800

Murong Xueyan changed into a moon-white robe, holding a folding fan with a plum blossom pattern, and walking on the street. The poems written by the ancients are not exaggerated at all, but there are lamps hanging everywhere, shining everywhere as bright as the day. Those lanterns are ingeniously made into different shapes. There are flowers, birds, animals, fish, and various shapes. Murong Xueyan shuttled through the lantern market and casually turned over the lantern riddles pasted under the lanterns.

"This flower has not been planted since ancient times, and it will bloom in the middle of winter. It's strange to have no roots and leaves. The spring breeze blows back to the sky. After reading the puzzle, she guessed the answer.

"It's a snowflake." A man's voice sounded from behind.

Murong Xueyan turned around and looked at the person.

The man was handsome and tall. He should be in his early twenties. When she looked at each other, she vaguely felt that she had met this person somewhere.

And the man standing opposite Murong Xueyan, at the moment he saw Murong Xueyan, he also had a sense of déjà vu.