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"A year. She sighed lowly, with a hint of loneliness in her expression, "I'm afraid I won't last until then, and I'm afraid you won't be able to see me for the last time when you come back." ”

The man was silent for a long time before he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, "You will live until then, I will have someone bring you medicine from the Western Regions this time, and I will cure you." ”

She said leisurely: "Why do you waste money, you know that my illness was brought from the womb, and it is a miracle to be able to live until now, I don't know how many doctors I have seen over the years, how much effort has been spent, and there has been no improvement." How can I still expect that I will be cured? Your business is not doing well now, and it is not easy to make some money, so don't waste it on me. ”

"You don't have to worry about me, I'm fine. The man whispered back, his voice soft and cold, but full of affection.

The feeling of the two standing together seems to be surprisingly good, the sun is shining on their shoulders and faces, and the warmth is shrouded, which makes people feel that the years are quiet. Guo Wenying looked at it blankly, and suddenly realized that this pair should be lovers who love each other very much, but they can't be together for some reason.

Regarding the matter of the princess, few people in the mansion mentioned it, because the princess's sense of existence was too low, she hardly went out of Qingyue Pavilion, and she never appeared in front of people, and most of them chose to ignore her. So there are almost few rumors about her, and few people know what the princess was like before she married into the palace, who she knew, and she didn't know that she still had someone to love each other. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes today, I'm afraid she wouldn't have believed it.

At this moment, she couldn't help but think that such a gentle and gentle woman was really pitiful to marry a ruffian like Feng Jingting who didn't know how to love.

The two stood still for a while, and the man suddenly said, "I'm leaving, take care." ”

The princess smiled slightly, and a touch of bitterness hung on the corner of her mouth, "Okay, I'll take care, and when you come back next time, you can see each other again." ”

The man bowed his head slightly, and walked forward, he did not look back from beginning to end, and did not look at the princess. It's just that with every step, the footsteps seem heavy and sluggish.

Plain like brocade. Stay until the time is quiet, and forget with you at the end of the world......

Seeing this scene, Guo Wenying felt sad inexplicably, she had heard Xu Mao say that the princess's illness would not last for a year. Or as the princess said, they met this time, I'm afraid it's the last goodbye.

The beauty of the ages, the lotus hat and the slanting sun, in the end, are just red faces and old age, and the green mountains are far away. What can really be beautiful and eternal in my heart is only a moment of memory. The princess didn't let him look back at her, afraid that she would leave the most beautiful memory in his heart forever. She didn't want her sweetheart to see her so sickly and ugly, and she left the only bit of dignity for herself.

She turned around and wanted to leave, after all, she was an intruder, and she really didn't want the princess to be embarrassed.

Just walked two steps, suddenly heard a "plop" behind her, as if someone had fallen down, she hurriedly ran back, and saw the princess lying on the ground in front of the wooden pillar, anxiously touching something in her arms.

At this moment, it was important to save people, and she couldn't take care of it much, so she hurriedly walked over to help the princess up. Zhong Yu glanced at her, pointed to his arms with difficulty, Guo Wenying touched in her arms, took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out a medicine from it, and stuffed it into the princess's mouth.

The princess took the medicine, her face was slightly better, she only coughed a few lowly, and said softly: "You saw it all just now?"

Guo Wenying nodded, "I saw it, I didn't see it, I won't say it." ”

The princess's face turned a little pale, and she suddenly smiled bitterly, "I'm like this, are you still afraid that people will know?" I won't live long, but I don't want to affect him." When she mentioned that man, she had a faint soft light on her face, and her eyes were gentle like water, which was very different from the usual indifference when she was face to face with Feng Jingting.

She muttered, "For so many years, he has only come to see me once a year, and each time he gives me hope, but at the same time makes me despair. I have been married to the prince for six years, and I have hoped for the prince's love, but the wait and waiting will eventually come to naught. He was even more so, knowing that I was thinking of him, but he refused to come to see me...... , just a few words at a time...... and left, and then another year. I'm looking forward to it...... Wait...... In the end, I'm afraid that I won't be able to wait for what I want until I die......" she said as she coughed, and it seemed very uncomfortable.

Guo Wenying only felt a sour feeling in her heart, and felt even more distressed for her. Why did such a person, such a strong person, get the disease of this pit?

She said in a low voice: "Princess, don't talk about it yet, let's go back to Qingyue Pavilion." ”

Zhong Yu shook his head, "It's okay to sit here, my room is full of medicinal smells, and I don't want to go back." "At least on the outside, she feels that she is still a living person, whether it is pain or resentment, she is alive. When I entered the house, it was as if I was dead, and there was no hope left.

Guo Wenying helped her to the cloister, put it on her own cushion, and handed her a cup of hot tea.

Zhong Yu took a sip, and saw that she was standing aside with a look of wanting to speak, and couldn't help but say, "What? What do you want to ask? Who is that person?" she said with a faint smile, "Actually, it doesn't hurt to tell you, I have been in love with him, and I have never done anything out of the ordinary, and I am not afraid of others talking about it." ”

Guo Wenying sat across from her and listened to her tell this poignant love story.

This should not be a very long story, at least in Princess Zhong's life, it is just a fleeting moment, like a meteor, leaving only that moment of beauty.

She has been raised in the boudoir since she was a child, and has never been in contact with any man, but that time she met him, a flower seller who did a flower business, when he was twenty-seven or eighteen years old, his wife died at home, and he had an inheritance left by his ancestors. Although he is not very rich, he also lives a rich life. He will send flowers to the Guogong Mansion every month, and the flowers he raises are very beautiful, she likes them very much, and always feels that the person who can raise such beautiful flowers should be a very gentle person.

Under the osmanthus tree in the garden, she saw him, holding a pot of dead flowers, with a sad look on his face. Looking back at that moment, he saw her, and she looked at him, and that moment of staring at each other became an eternity.

He was very gentle and understanding, and treated her very well, even though the time they spent together every month was short, the two gradually developed a heart of admiration. He said that he would definitely find famous medicines all over the world to treat her, and he would definitely cure her. Later, he really went to find medicine for her, and in that year, she was forced to marry Feng Jingting, the then king of Duanjun.

She always felt that the experience she had was just a dream, a beautiful and poignant dream, and the identities between them were too different to come together after all. She thought she had forgotten and could live her former peaceful life. But in the second year of her marriage, he suddenly appeared again, appeared in the garden of the palace, holding her favorite peony flower in his arms, and smiled at her like that, smiling softly, like the sun in March.