Chapter 17 Desolation

Zhong Xuanyu took her hand, and she did not make any extra resistance in the back. At this time, she was eager to see Zhong Qingquan, and her heart was also in a mess.

"I'll give you two choices. First, ask about your own background, don't make unnecessary resistance, and second, stay with me."

"Are you so absolute when you speak?"

As Qingning spoke, she looked up at his cold and eagle-like eyes. She couldn't tell her mood. She was also depressed. She looked at his eyes for a moment and lowered her head again.

"Now, I have to do this!" Zhong Xuanyu's voice was absolutely absolute. He took her hand and slowly clenched it. He was still afraid that one day, she would suddenly disappear again, and the care in his heart returned to him. How could he allow her to think about other men?

"Isn't it absolute to have to?" Qingning said such a sentence in a daze. When she realized that the strength of holding her hand was slowly increasing, she quickly closed her mouth.

The death row is not as wet and shabby as she thought. On the contrary, it is a little clean. After all, the buildings in the palace are indeed different from the cells. When she was in Qingcheng, she entered the prison because of her bravery for justice. The environment was really not flattering. Qingning thought that it was already a cold sweat all over her body and looked at the cells on both sides. The man with loose hair and dirty body accelerated her pace again. In this quiet death row alone, she was really tired. What's more, she didn't expect that she would ask her to meet Zhong Qingquan alone.

She is almost ten steps away from the cell at the corner of her. He is like a natural luminous body. With the dim light, she sees Zhong Qingquan's pale face. Wearing a white prison uniform on him, it feels different. The dazzling red on his arm makes her not dare to look directly. It's strange. It's all my fault. No wonder others.

"Brother Qingquan." Qingning called gently and ran to Zhong Qingquan's prison door in a few steps. She grabbed the wooden door pole of the prison door with both hands, looked at him, and squeezed her lips without crying.

When Zhong Qingquan heard this voice, he was stunned at first, and there was no old brilliance in his narrow eyes. He slowly raised his head and saw the person he was longing for. His heart moved, "Ning Er?"

"It's me!" Qingning forced a smile, and then he took Zhong Qingquan's hand and looked at the dry blood stains on his arm again. Brother Qingquan, do you still hurt?"

Zhong Qingquan shook his head with a smile. The injured arm reluctantly raised his head and touched Qingning's little head. "For good, I saw you again, and I thought I would never see it again."

Zhong Qingquan's voice was very soft, and Qingning's heart was full of bitterness. She made up her mind and sucked her nose, "Brother Qingquan, now, ask me to protect you!"

"Ning'er." Zhong Qingquan looked at her resolute little appearance and shook his head, "What did he tell you?"

Qingning was stunned. He raised his head and looked at Zhong Qingquan timidly. "My former, no, me and his former brother Qingquan, I remember him, the man in my dream, white and black eyes, as cold as night."

Zhong Qingquan listened, just silent. Now what he can do seems to be only silence. He looked at Qingning and slowly pulled out his hand. After sitting on the ground for a long time, he said lightly, "Ning'er, don't you belong here?"

"Brother Qingquan, he said that as long as I stay with him, he will let you go. When you return to Qingyang, it is estimated that Huafang is still looking at the river on the banks of the Yingxin River. Please help me say goodbye and can no longer accompany him to put river lights for his sister. Maybe he doesn't want me to accompany him, and then you can go. Hundreds of pawnshops ten miles away redeemed my Bu Yao, and then paid my debts in the cloth shop next door. Then Brother Qingquan married a sister-in-law and lived a stable life..." Qingning said. In the end, he had no strength. He looked at Zhong Qingquan, who had been silent, and his eyes were still red.

"I'm sorry, Ning'er."

Qingning shrugged his shoulders and was a little helpless.

"Don't you follow me? Don't you hate me for lying to you? Don't occupy you with me? Don't hate me..." Zhong Qingquan couldn't say these desolate words. He looked up at Qingning, but saw Qingning sneered, "I like Brother Qingquan!" Qing Ning smiled. This smile was Zhong Qingquan's greatest satisfaction, and it was also the last time he saw her smile so carefree about himself.

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In the Ningye Pavilion, the nameless sat on the chair and was stunned. He played with a piece of transparent jade with both hands and looked at the flames in the candlestick. Suddenly, he only heard a "kala", and a teacup was broken at the nameless feet. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the angry Ning Ye opposite face blankly, silent.

Ning Ye paced aside with gasp and comforted himself with his heart and mouth. "That little bitch, what's the name of Qingning? I don't know where he found the fake."

Nameless mouth sneer, thinking, is it a fake? Why do I think so? If this Qingning is not Mo Ning three years ago, then Mo Ning may really die. His heart was firm, and something was shining in his eyes. He suddenly stood up and hurried to the door. Then he turned around and said coldly to Ning Ye, "Mother, don't go out if you have nothing to do. Be careful of everything you have now.

" Ning Ye listened to this and felt cold in her heart. What can she have? Zhong Xuanyu's love is still dominating the harem. No, she has nothing. After saying those hurtful words, she hurried away. She clenched her fists and pierced her palms with her fingertips. There was no fear in her heart. "It seems that no one can rely on me to have everything she wants. I can only rely on myself." Ning Ye thought in his heart, and there was an astringent sneer at the corners of his mouth...

Ningye Pavilion was out of the nameless, and the pace was lighter. He himself felt it, which was a signal that his beloved was getting closer and closer to him.

Slowly, he stopped and calmed down. He felt that he was about to stop the throbbing in his heart. If he had some doubts in the past, then now he is completely sure.

His footsteps seemed to be uncontrollable. There was an inexplicable voice in his heart that kept saying, "Qingning, Mo Ning, Qingning, Mo Ning." Qingning doesn't remember the original thing now. She forgot the past of herself and Zhong Xuanyu. After all, he was still afraid that Zhong Xuanyu would touch her heart again. What could he do? He was not willing to be a supporting role at all. He wanted to fight for what he wanted most. My heart, which has been empty for three years, suddenly has some expectations. After a while, he raised his head, which had been lowered without a name, and raised the corners of his mouth...

Qingning has been crying silently since he came back from death row. Looking at Qingquan's brother's injury so weak, he grinned hard and smiled at her. Suddenly, he felt that he was useless, immoral and had no conscience.

Zhong Xuanyu didn't answer anything when she asked her. She remembered the last words that Brother Qingquan said to himself, "Ning'er, as long as you are good, it doesn't matter what I do." She remembered and covered her face and cried again.

Zhong Xuanyu looked at her lying on her back on her back, and her shoulders trembled slightly, thinking that he just made you shed so many tears like this. Is my loneliness in the past three years worthless?

He doesn't know how much pain he has in his heart at this time. He doesn't know how to comfort Qingning, let alone how to comfort himself. He doesn't know what to do and how to do it, so that she will smile at herself. For example, three years ago, what to do to be at ease and never give up...

Zhong Xuanyu's heart seems to be numb. If he is asked to let go, how can he be willing? He is still selfish, just like Zhong Qingquan. The two grew up, and their character and personality are very similar, at the last second when they lost their ability to judge.

He still left. Qingning wiped his red and swollen eyes and shrunk in a corner.

Suddenly, a figure rushed in from the window. Qingning had been used to it for a long time. Naturally, he did not shout like the previous two times. She just looked up at the person in front of her. The self-proclaimed nameless person, Qingning frowned. Although she knew so many people at once, her head could not turn around, but he had an indescrable sense of trust in this nameless person.

She knew that she could not communicate with anyone in this deep palace, because their city government was unfathomable and was not good at palace tricks, so she could not stand in the palace at all. Thinking of this, she looked at the man again, resisted the feeling in her heart, and still maintained an immeasurable distance from him.

She thought that she seemed to have arrived in the capital, and it seemed that those carefree times could not come back.

Laughing namelessly. Slowly approaching, "Miss, I began to follow you three years ago, and now I'm finally looking forward to your return." He bent down and bowed.

Qingning was upset, and naturally he didn't have a good temper and said, "If you just come to say hello to me, go back to bed quickly. I don't want to talk about anyone now."

She smiled namelessly. She was still like this. Even if her face changed and her personality changed, she was still so determined. He looked at her, and a warm smile like a spring breeze appeared on his face. "Miss, I'm here to take you out of the palace. The emperor is paranoid. I'll send you out first, and then Prince Qingyang will come out."

Qingning was speechless for a while. She sat up straight and pointed to him and said harshly, "Are my original servants so stupid? You know I don't believe in Zhong Xuanyu now, but don't you know that I don't believe you more than him now? I'm looking at your sincere tone, and I can't guess whether it's true or false. Otherwise, I would have shouted long ago, and Zhong Xuan could peel your skin at once. I have something else to do here. Depending on how you look, you may know. Then you shouldn't come to me now to make this boring."

After saying that, Qingning gasped and was still staring at him with his eyes.

Seeing that he seemed to be a little unfriendly to himself, he could only smile helplessly.

Qingning was still looked at him warily. Finally, she made up her mind and slowly said, "Or, you can talk about my past..."