The snow was falling, and the courtyard was covered in snow.

The woman's cough was as clear as the howling of the cold wind.

The maid took a big piece and draped it on the woman's body: "Miss, it's cold outside." ”

The woman stared at the snow-covered sky as if she hadn't heard it, and then asked, "Is he here?"

To say that the white boy is really persistent, in order to ask for marriage with his own young lady, no matter whether it is sunny or snowy, he will come. But I haven't been here in the past two days.

The little maid couldn't figure out her young lady's thoughts, and she was a little hesitant and didn't know how to answer.

At this time, the little guy outside the gate of the house ran in against the wind and snow.

"Miss, a girl has asked to see you. ”

The chaotic eyes were stained with a little doubt, and Zhuang Meng'er pursed her slightly pale lips: "Please let her in." ”

Not long after, a woman dressed in red, with a beautiful posture like plum blossoms, stepped on the snow, and the color was like cinnabar in the eyebrows, making the scenery under the snow a little bleak.

"Miss Zhuang. Shen Qingyu hooked the corners of his mouth and let out a gentle smile.

Zhuang Meng'er was stunned for a moment, and Chi Ning asked, "Who is the girl?"

"Why? don't you recognize?" she chuckled.

The face in front of her gradually overlapped with the beautiful hibiscus-like complexion in her memory, and Zhuang Meng'er's gray eyes suddenly had a touch of luster.

"Nian ....... ”

Shen Qingyu smiled undeniably, and before the last word came out, she raised her finger and pouted on her lips.

Zhuang Meng'er knew that Shen Qingyu's identity was special now, so she nodded clearly.

After not seeing each other for a long time, the two chatted for a while, even though she was smiling like a flower, but Shen Qingyu also knew the pain in her heart.

Seeing that the timing was right, Shen Qingyu patted his head and said with some annoyance: "Look at my memory." As she spoke, she pulled out a well-sealed letter from her bosom.

"This is what I gave to you. ”

Her drooping eyelashes hid the bitterness in her eyes, and she glanced at her lightly, and reached out to take the letter.

Glancing at it, the chaos in her eyes seemed to be diluted a little.

Seeing that it was almost the same, Shen Qingyu said quietly: "What did Xiaobai say?"

Zhuang Meng'er carefully put away the letter, and said incorrectly: "That's fine." ”

"Huh?" Shen Qingyu's brows couldn't help but wrinkle.

Zhuang Meng'er smiled and said, "Bai Gongzi has gone home." ”

Shen Qingyu's heart tightened, and Yu Guang carefully observed the change in Zhuang Meng'er's expression: "Really?"

Zhuang Meng'er smiled lightly, and her complexion was not the same: "Hmm." ”

Seeing this, Shen Qingyu was relieved.

Since Shen Qingyu came, the lifeless Zhuang Meng'er seemed to have regained some vitality, and everything was no different from usual.

For several days, until one day, the news that the eldest lady of Zhuangfu had cut her hair and became a nun spread throughout Chang'an.

Shen Qingyu, who rushed to Qingfeng Temple after hearing the news, looked at Zhuang Meng'er, who had already lost her hair and became a nun, with a complicated expression.

"Meng'er, why?"

Zhuang Meng'er smiled indifferently, and those seemingly clear and dust-free eyes hid dust that no one could see.

"Life is in the world, it's just as you want, donor, please go back!"

Hearing this, Shen Qingyu originally wanted to persuade him, but he simply suppressed it.

That's it, Xiaobai can't come back, if the dream can be put down, it's fine.

Looking at the back that was gradually moving away, a teardrop silently slipped from the corner of Zhuang Meng'er's eyes.

Actually, I know that he can't come back.

Every time she took a step, Shen Qingyu felt extremely difficult, she subconsciously glanced back, and saw that the thin figure was still standing in place.

She couldn't see her face clearly, but her heart was inexplicably uneasy.

The moment she pulled her eyes back, the woman who was standing in place suddenly fell to the snow.

Her complexion changed suddenly, and she ran back like crazy.

At this moment, she could see clearly that the woman lying on the snow was full of tears, and there was a trace of black blood hanging from the corner of her mouth.

It's poisoned!

She half-knelt on the snow and held her in her arms with trembling hands: "Meng'er, why do you want to do this?"

Zhuang Meng'er smiled, but this smile seemed to be more gorgeous than fireworks.

He once said that his parents died early, and there was only one person in the family, and he just wanted to stay with the young lady in this life. ”

Shen Qingyu's face turned pale, and his back stiffened.

Dream of all?

"Can you take me to see him one last time?" Zhuang Meng'er grabbed her wrist, and her eyes were full of pleading.

Taking advantage of the tears falling down, Shen Qingyu couldn't bear to turn her face away, took a deep breath, she looked directly at Zhuang Meng'er who was like a gossamer, and finally nodded.

Deep forests, mountains and snow, cold winds howling by.

There was a lot of snow on the grave, Zhuang Meng'er leaned weakly on the tombstone, she wiped the black blood from the corner of her mouth indifferently, and a slight glow finally appeared in her stagnant eyes.

As if he was right in front of her, she smiled lightly, but tears rained down when she smiled.

"Bai Gongzi, don't come unharmed. ”

Shen Qingyu bit her lip tightly and opened her eyes.

"In the next life, don't fall in love with other women first, wait for me, okay. ”

The lingering and sympathetic words were drowned in the long wind and snow in an instant, and a chill swept like a wave, Shen Qingyu's back stiffened, and when he looked back, the gentle, generous, affectionate and obsessive woman would always sleep next to the tombstone.

She bit her blood-soaked lip and lowered her head, slowly knelt on the snow, and finally the sobs turned into a heart-wrenching roar.

Recently, the prince's party has become more and more active, and King Rui, who originally had the upper hand, has gradually fallen silent. In addition, the emperor's body bones are a little bad, and people with a little brain feel that this Dayan is afraid that the sky is about to change.

As the only crown princess with the highest position in the prince's mansion, Mo Qingying can be said to be in the limelight, even if the minister of the court and the central government sees her, she has to respectfully call the side concubine.

On this day, Mo Qingying, who had just come out of the banquet of a minister's wife, was happily snuggling on the soft fox skin in the car.

I didn't know that as I walked, the carriage stopped abruptly.

Mo Qingying was unsteady, and her head almost hit the low table in front of her.

With a touch of gloom on her face, she lifted the curtain and was about to teach a lesson, but suddenly found that the long street under the night was bleak, and there was no one to be seen, even the personal maid and the horseman she brought out were gone.

Mo Qingying glanced around with half-squinted eyes, but she didn't find anything suspicious, but her heart suddenly became uneasy, as if something big was about to happen.

This thing is really weird, could it be that the people of King Rui's faction are planning to assassinate her?

The more she thought about it, the more likely it became, her face changed suddenly, and she hurriedly got out of the carriage.

But as soon as she got out of the carriage, there was a figure on the corner of the street.

The person in front of him was dressed in a black night suit, and his face was hidden under the black cloth, revealing only a pair of gloomy eyes that seemed to be dripping water.

The man in black held a sword blade, even though the night was slightly dark, the blade was unusually cold and dazzling.

Mo Qingying's throat rolled, and her feet subconsciously retreated, her eyes full of horror.

The man in black seemed to be coming for her.

Seeing her retreat, a trace of impatience flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and he began to press forward step by step with his sword.

"Who are you?" Mo Qingying stared at the person in front of her with a slight glare, her voice trembling.