"The father-in-law praised falsely, the daughter was just arranged according to the ordinary family banquet, and it was the proper manpower in the father-in-law's house that made this arrangement, otherwise, the daughter really didn't have this ability. ”

After the salute, the sound of the pearl jade, such as the slow flow of water, knocked on everyone, there are a lot of people who came today, most of them are high-ranking officials and nobles, they are stammered, they eat a feast, and they taste the hearts of the people.

People are sophisticated, Lin Qingge is familiar with it, it is already commonplace, and after a round of introduction, I understand seventy-seven eighty-eight.

The Lin family has always aimed to break away from business and become an official, but when it came to Lin Qi's generation, there was finally a breakthrough. The eldest brother Lin Qingming participated in the imperial examination, if he entered high school and entered the officialdom, he would no longer talk about it, and the second brother Lin Qisi followed Shen Yuefan, and he didn't need to say anything about his official career, but now, what he should worry about is the marriage of his three daughters.

"The four princes, the seven princes have arrived. ”

The royal family came, Shen Yuefan took Lin Qingge to greet him, and everyone in the main courtyard stood up and greeted each other with courtesy, including those who wanted to take the opportunity to stammer.

A fragrant breeze, a burst of lightness, are all martial arts practitioners, walking without a thin sound, it can be seen that their martial arts are high, a piece of green clothes stays on the face of Lin Qingge, with a light grass fragrance, refreshing people's spleen, a familiar, lingering nose.

"Xiao Tingyi, this is polite, Miss Lin. ”

A familiar voice, looking up, eyes full of shock, this man, indeed familiar.

Lin Qingge hid in the corner tower and poured wine into her mouth one by one, and the crystal liquid slipped from the corners of her mouth, down her fair neck, lingering on her beautiful collarbone.

This is last year's peach blossom brew, when she buried it, Mo Lingfeng was still beside her, dressed in red, arrogant and swaggering, he said: "When I come back from Saishang next year, I will accompany you to drink peach blossom brew." ”

She waited and waited, but waited for the news that Mo Xiaohou had died on the battlefield. She didn't believe it, and he personally promised to come back and drink with her. Lin Qingge slammed the porcelain cup in her hand to the ground, the fragments cut her fingers, and the red blood dripped on the ground, as mysterious as a flower on the other side. But as if she didn't feel the pain, she continued to pour it into her mouth.

This is the tenth month that Lin Qingge has helped him change his life, and she still hasn't found him. I remember that night, she heard an old voice lingering in her ears while she was half asleep, asking her if she would like to help him return to this world. In fact, she doesn't want him to be prosperous and rich in his life, she just wants him to live his life in peace, and fight and fight in the dark, and have nothing to do with fighting, killing and killing.

She is unwilling, he is so arrogant, he should not stop at the hands of the traitor, he is so tender, he should not leave her alone......

Therefore, she agreed, even if the bargaining chip of the transaction was her forty years of longevity.

After that night, Lin Qingge had an extra red rope on her ankle, and the man told her: "The red rope is broken, and the yang life is over, and then it will ...... Your days are numbered. ”

She didn't know how much time she had left, how many forty years a human life could have? Maybe she couldn't wait for him.

Lin Qingge didn't think of recognizing him, after all, Mo Lingfeng's life that he had finally changed couldn't be buried in the hands of a woman who would die at any time. But she still wanted to see him, and if you were well, she could leave without worry.

"Mo Lingfeng, you liar......" Lin Qingge's eyes were confused and he muttered: "I have already buried this year's peach blossom brew, if there is still only me who will sit here next year, I won't wait for you......" She smiled bitterly, tears fell uncontrollably, down her crimson face, dripping into the wine glass in front of her, causing some ripples.

Lin Qingge hadn't cried for a long, long time, even if she knew about his death in front of the Manchu Dynasty civil and military, she could pretend to be casual, putting on a so-called dignified and elegant princess demeanor. But now, drinking alone under the moon, the emotions in my heart can no longer be hidden......

Her hand slowly grasped the matching sword at her waist. The sword is like frost and snow, and the whole body is silver. Although the sword is like a mang, and the momentum is like a rainbow, it does not detract from her soft beauty like smoke and fog.

Lin Qingge turned the hilt of the sword with his wrist and picked up the pieces of falling flowers on the bluestone slab. The water sleeve is gently wiped in the air, and the feet are not dusty, floating like clouds.

With a faint red face, Sensen's sword shadow, her mind is full of Mo Lingfeng at the moment. This trick is all taught by him. His fingertips were a little rough, and his big slender hands covered her slender little hands, which was indescribably reassuring.

But now, he's gone. A round of moon, a pot of wine, a sword, and she was the only one left.

Lin Qingge's clothes were raised, as if he was still standing behind him, and his beautiful eyes were full of tears, desolation, and endless lovesickness......

She felt a little pitiful, a little pathetic, and even a little ridiculous at the moment.

Next

In order to congratulate Guangzong on his birthday, two days before the birthday banquet, the palace is usually to go to Xiling Temple to pray for blessings and stay overnight. Xiling Temple is on the Zen Mountain on the outskirts of the city, not far from Yanjing City, which is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity for Lin Qingge.

During this time, she ran out of the palace as soon as she seized the opportunity and looked for people all over the street. But she searched the entire Yan Kyoto, and she didn't find the slightest shadow of Mo Lingfeng. Lin Qingge thought about it, since he couldn't find it on the street, there was only one place left......

The night before leaving the palace, Lin Qingge took advantage of the night to climb into the Xingyun Pavilion of Mohou Mansion. The flowing water outside the threshold is still rushing, but the small building has lost the hustle and bustle of the past. At first, when Mo Lingfeng first left, the servants in the mansion would occasionally come to clean, but now, let alone cleaning, Xingyun Pavilion has long become the cold palace of the Hou Mansion. The accessories and the gold, silver and jewelry placed in the building before Mo Lingfeng left had already been taken away by the servants, leaving only a few small pieces of jade to be discarded on the dusty sandalwood table.

A cool breeze blew, the door of the small building creaked, the dead grass on the corrugated was trembling, the faint moonlight passed through the clouds, through the window paper, shining on the cobweb-covered window lattice, and the whole room was as cold as an ice cellar.

Lin Qingge hurriedly took a few dark brocade shirts from the wooden cupboard where he had placed his clothes, looked back at his former couch, jumped down from the railing, and landed firmly on the ground.

By the time she returned to the Imperial City, it had just dawned. Taking advantage of the moment of the change of guards, Lin Qingge's legs swirled in the air, and the relay jumped up, easily climbing over the palace wall a few feet high.

Her kung fu is actually not weak, and it is not bad. She didn't use it before, because he helped her settle everything in every detail.

And now, no one urged her to practice swords, no one helped her write the homework left by her husband, no one brought her delicious rock sugar gourds from outside the palace, and no one took all the blame for her...... No one hugged her in the cold night and told her, "I'm here, don't be afraid." ”

In fact, Mo Lingfeng's love is silent most of the time. He won't give hairpin jewelry like others, write explicit love poems, and tell you how much he loves you every day.

His love was soaked in the bits and pieces of his daily life, which was also what Lin Qingge reacted after he left.