In the letter, he said that his family had chosen Meng Qingquan for him to marry, and he had to obey. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he promised that Meng Qingquan was just a concubine, and he could not shake her status as a wife; he would hold her in the palm of his hand as always, and she would always be his "little heart"; he asked her to take care of the overall situation and stop making trouble.

She finally understood why he played with Meng Qingquan that night, it turned out that they had already promised each other that they would enjoy the blessings of all people!

That's right, this is a common thing in a wealthy family, only she will be like a big day, as if there was a big earthquake in her world.

She once promised to take a concubine in front of Mrs. Wang, but that was when she took the initiative to take a concubine for Wang Hengna, and Wang Heng wanted to take a concubine himself, although the ending was the same, the essence was very different. The former is her compromise with the world for the sake of their love, and the latter is his betrayal of their love, is there any need for her to compromise?

She remembered Mrs. Wang's experience and felt that she had become Mrs. Wang's second.

Mrs. Wang has the support of the Meng family behind her, but she still ends up like this, what does she have? She does not have a prominent family background behind her to support her, and if she loses Wang Heng's love, the end will be worse than Mrs. Wang.

Wang Heng was afraid that she didn't have a letterhead envelope in the Buddhist hall, so she asked Mo Yun to bring it to her, and it was not thoughtless. She calmly replied, asking him if he still remembered his oath: Xin'er died, I died, Xin'er lived, I lived!

Wang Heng wrote that he had not forgotten and blamed her for not understanding his difficulties.

She ridiculed him and couldn't help it, why didn't she just marry Meng Qingquan as his wife? Wouldn't it be more perfect to keep yourself outside and not be allowed to see people, and hide Jiaojiao in the golden house!

The more noisy she came and went, the more fierce she became, and she was completely injured by him.

She was no longer strong, and wept silently--I was afraid that I would cry loudly and be heard by the chess mother outside--I suddenly saw Mo Yun lying on the edge of the futon, and the anger went to the dog, and she grabbed the dog's ears hard, and scolded: "Your master is not a thing, it's a pig;

Dogs are the most loyal companions of human beings, and their loyalty is much higher than that of humans, and Mo Yun was punished by the little master for no reason, and he did not run away, whimpering in his mouth, very aggrieved.

She was sad when she saw it, hugged the dog's head and sobbed.

The black dog rubbed her gently, sticking out his tongue and licking her little hands.

If it had been before, she would have taken her hand away, not allowing it to add, and then scolding it for being bold, but today she did not dislike it, she has fallen to the point where she is now, and only this dog is left to comfort her, what right does she have to dislike it except being moved?

She choked up: "I'm just stupid to believe in the love of a little boy." "Young people's feelings are like rainbows after rain, although they are gorgeous, they cannot last long, and they are easy to change. The so-called first love is only for later recall.

She finally made up her mind to leave the Wang family and leave him.

The heart is broken, and it is pure masochism to consume here.

Why did she hang herself on this tree? She loved him to the bone, which does not mean that this love is humble. If she owed him in her previous life, what she did for him in this life was enough to repay this love debt.

She began to pack her bags.

It's funny that when she planned to escape, she started to simulate packing before she could act, thinking about what jewelry to bring, but when she was leaving, she didn't want to take anything with her, and even one more thing would make her feel overwhelmed.

She was now anxious to lighten the load, not to increase the load.

She wrapped some of the steamed buns and snacks on the table with a tablecloth, and she didn't have any silver if she wanted to, but there was paper money, but unfortunately there was no dark currency in the world of the living.

After thinking about it, she took out the blood jade mandarin duck from her neck and hesitated. There is only one mandarin duck left, and the other one is given to Wang Heng, which has truly become a token of their love. She didn't want to bring anything, but asked her to untie the blood jade mandarin duck, but she was very reluctant, extremely contradictory!

In the end, she made an excuse for herself: she didn't have anything with her, so she couldn't take this with her, and she might as well go outside and exchange some silver. It's not that she is reluctant, but she can't go back to the room to get the coil, and if she goes, it will alarm people, so she has to take the mandarin duck away. After finding a good reason for herself, she stuffed the mandarin duck into her chest again with peace of mind, and leaned against the meat before she was steady.

In the end, she wrote a reply to Wang Heng, wanting to forget about him in the rivers and lakes, and then took Moyun out of the ancestral hall through the window, slipped out of Wang's house, and went into the mountains.

She was able to slip out smoothly thanks to the resourcefulness and means of following Wang Heng around for several years. She didn't even bring a change of clothes except a bag of food and a few candles, and she wore a pink gold thread embroidered peony jacket and skirt, pink satin embroidered shoes, and the upper of the shoes was decorated with beaded flowers worn by three pearls. This body was made of clothes that Wang Heng selected for her and asked someone to sew it. Thin and petite people walk in the night, as light and lonely as cats.

Out of Wang's house, she stopped, looked back behind her, her heart was painful, and she was a little relieved. Just like the description in the novel of cultivating immortals, the immortals went down to the end of the tribulation, but they couldn't let go of the people who were worried about the red dust, on the one hand, they were melancholy, unfinished, and on the other hand, they were like waking up from a big dream, because they broke free from the shackles of the red dust and jumped out of the whirlpool and rejoiced, all kinds of tastes, difficult to describe.

"Little Hengheng, goodbye!"

At this time, there was no hatred in her heart.

Yes, just sadness and regret.

It's a pity that such a beautiful love doesn't have a good ending.

Isn't it easy to disillusion all things that are good?

After a moment of silence, she turned and threw herself into the countryside.

There is a mountain road leading to the mountain at the east end of Huayang Town, which was built by the people of the town to raise funds, among which the Wang family donated the most silver. The mountain road is full of stone steps hewn out of stone, and several pavilions and wooden houses have been built along the way, with earthen jars and mountain springs, which are convenient for people who go into the mountains to visit and collect medicine and hunt for temporary rest.

It was late September, and the moon was bent down, and there were dense stars embedded in the blue sky, and the moonlight was bleak and hazy, and the road was faintly visible.

One man and one dog, moving on the mountain road.

An hour later, she stopped in front of a hillside.

There are a few stinky trees on the slope, and the branches are luxuriant.

She first took out the letter from her bosom and put it in Mo Yun's purse.

Then she stood on tiptoe, tore off a stinky twig, picked up a lot of leaves, and sat down on the ground and rubbed it violently. The smelly leaf juice came out, and then grabbed Mo Yun's dog head and wiped the stinky juice on Mo Yun's mouth and nose.

Mo Yun couldn't stand it and struggled.

What does this smell like?

Even dogs can't tolerate the smell, but you can imagine that the smell is unpleasant, and the poop pulled by children is much more fragrant than this! Isn't this a waste of dogs?

Mo Yun closed the dog's mouth and barked "woo".

She wiped it ruthlessly, and only let go of Mo Yun's stinky face. He plucked the little phoenix hairpin from his head, sandwiched the crested head made of pure gold between his fingers, and slapped it on Mo Yun's back, and the sharp phoenix mouth was suddenly tied to the dog's back.

"Whew-"

Mo Yun screamed and broke free from her.