readx;? The most heart-wrenching emotion in the world is that you rely on someone unconditionally and trust someone, but he tramples your sincere heart under his feet and treats it as if he were a shoe. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, I realized that the distance between me and Nan Ronglie was not a few steps, but a ravine that could not be crossed.

I looked at him and told him about the regret in my heart: "The most wrong thing I did was to leave the valley with you." ”

Sad words, I don't want to stay here anymore.

Without thinking about the complicated emotions in Nan Ronglie's eyes, I pushed away the four taels who were blocking the way behind me and ran out.

"Come back, don't go!"

Behind him, there was the voice of Nan Ronglie.

I said to myself that if he came out and apologized to me at this moment, I would definitely listen to him.

However, he was left behind by Bai Pujia.

Standing at the door of the inn, the sky was gray, and the north wind was cold, as if there was a sign of wind and snow coming.

Wrapped in a cloak, he walked alone along the street in the wind.

There are a lot of things I don't understand.

Why did the person who swore at the beginning turn into a different picture overnight? And who is that white pampa Jia, who has such a charm that Nan Ronglie and even four taels are overwhelmed by it.

I think of the past that he used to reminisce with me when I was at the bottom, if the feelings he said were true, and now he easily believes others and doubts me, why is that?

Is it true that the experience of sharing adversity and never giving up on life and death is not as good as a woman who shows herself in color?

This woman is obviously very deep in the city, and she clearly framed me, and the prince of Nan Ronglie didn't know anything about it?

My mind was chaotic, and my heart was full of unsolved doubts.

"The boss brought a pot of daughter red. "I was standing in a liquor shop on the street and suddenly wanted to get drunk.

Perhaps because of the cold weather, there was only one table of customers in the restaurant. They are all dressed in blue garments, and they should belong to the same sect. A few people looked up at me and continued to drink.

The stove was blazing, and it was gradually warming my frozen body.

This town is the only way to go to the country, and there are all kinds of people who stay here, both men and women, and it is estimated that the shops are no longer strange.

I sat by the fire and drank alone, and no one paid any attention to why a woman did not come home in the cold winter and ran out to get drunk.

Wine into the sorrow, the intestines are even more sorrowful. After drinking a few glasses of wine, Nan Ronglie's love words to me in the corridor of the inn echoed in my ears: "I don't know what to do, go deep." ”

It's all a lie.

What else do you say that there are many people here, and you will explain it to me later. What to explain? Explain why you suddenly courted another woman in front of me?

I thought about the scars on my face again. What if I'm also a national charmer?

Do men only look at women's looks?

Even if the white pujia is as beautiful as a fairy, if it is a femme fatale, do you have to take it into your pocket? The prince of a country has seen countless beauties, why is he so interested in the white pujia who has not known each other for the first time?

A glass of strong wine entered his throat, and the grievances and unwillingness of the past few days hit his heart.

Since you, Nan Ronglie, don't abide by the agreement and want to bear me, then why should I stay here and be sad alone! I, Ling Caiwei, am not the kind of woman who has no backbone to live dependent on men.

If you have no heart, I will leave.

I had made up my mind, put down the wine money, stood up and prepared to go back to the inn to pack up my things and part ways with Nam Rongyeol.

The conversation of the guests at that table caught my attention.

"Who said that the surname Bai is a saint? She seems to be a fool of the rivers and lakes and plays the pipa, how can she be a saint?"

"This was accidentally leaked by Yidi's own people. It seems that they were born into turmoil and wandered into the rivers and lakes, which is their secret to Yidi. ”

The man looked around, his gaze sweeping over me without lingering too much. I guess because I'm a woman, I don't think I'm going to be a threat to them.

But that's exactly what they're talking about.

Their voices became quieter, I pretended to go to the counter to find the shopkeeper, passed by them, and swept to a portrait spread out on the table, where the woman was holding a pipa, a pair of peach blossom eyes and a shy look was not Bai Pujia?

She is a saint?

Everyone in the world says that only those who have the saint can sit on the world. It turned out to be her.

I was stunned.

The Tsing Yi guests noticed me standing still behind them, and vigilantly put away the portraits on the table, and one of them stood up and asked warily, "What do you want to do?"

I watched the young man's lips twitch, but I couldn't hear him asking.

The buzzing in my head completely blocked out the sounds of the outside world.

I just felt that someone in front of me had drawn a sword and wanted to put it on my neck.

Unfortunately, before the sword could reach my skin, it was blocked by a gray shadow.

There was chaos in front of me. Fights, table lifting, swords, and the pleading of the owner of the wine shop.

None of this seems to concern me. I was dazed and immersed in my own thoughts.

Gradually, I figured out one thing: Bai Pujia is a saint. Nam Young-yeol knew that she was a saint.

It all makes sense.

As a prince in crisis, if he wants to consolidate his imperial power, he needs the help of the holy woman. When everyone in the world was racking their brains to find the holy woman, he easily captured the heart of the holy woman. Is there anything more important than that?

No wonder he didn't believe me. No wonder his attitude is so ambiguous. No wonder he reneges on our oaths.

Bai Pujia is a saint, and this reason can explain all doubts.

It turns out that I'm stupid! I believe in the oath too much.

"Green, where are you hurt, why are you crying?"

"Green, don't cry, talk!"

I was shaken by a person, my eyes gradually focused and clear, and I finally came back to my senses from my own thoughts.

Feng Changwen looked at me nervously, as if wondering where I was hurt.

I blinked, tears pouring out of my eyes, only to realize that I was crying.

I looked around slowly, only to find that I had left the liquor store and was sitting in a large carriage.

"I'm fine. The sound seemed to come from hell.

Feng Changwen handed me a handkerchief to wipe my tears: "How can it be okay? You are crying so sadly! Did I not protect you well just now, and let them hurt you?"

I shook my head.

The pain in the heart is a hundred times more severe than the pain in the body. The scars on the body can be healed, but the pain in the heart does not know when it will heal.

"Why are you crying?" he asked me again.

Some reasons are unspeakable.

"Do you think all men like power over anything else?"

I don't know why I asked him this stupid thing. He is also a man, if he knew that Bai Pujia was a saint, would he tear his face with Nan Ronglie and fight for her?

Feng Changwen smiled bitterly.

"The world is bustling, all for profit; The world is crowded, all for profit. But they don't know that power is a giant beast, and it harms others. Not all men are obsessed with it. ”

He looked at me again and said, "Are you sad about Bai Pujia being a saint?"

I tried my best to control the shock in my heart, not wanting my carelessness to affect Nam Youngyeol's future.

I don't say anything.

He sneered.

"You're too poisoned. What kind of medicine did Nan Ronglie give you, and you still defend him?"

"Don't worry, I already knew about this matter, and I would have killed Nan Ronglie a long time ago. I'm not interested in the white pamper, I'm only interested in you!"

Feng Changwen looked directly into my crying red eyes and expressed his chest.

(To be continued.) )