And so she disappeared.

Crisp and thorough.

He hurriedly took leave and returned, only to learn that his wife had been missing for a long time. The maidservant girl she had been staying by her side since she was a child was not taken away, and even the earrings and hairpins he gave her were placed on the table.

She took nothing with her. Just like when I left with myself, just by lifting my feet and going out, I can say goodbye to the past.

In fact, Wen Jun has always been very reluctant, for example, she decided to abandon the Zhuo family in order to go with her. This time it was also her choice, the difference was probably that it was he who was abandoned this time.

Sima Xiangru sat at the table and held the earrings she left behind and thought about them all night, the earrings were cold at first, but they slowly became warm in the palm of her hand. But he knew that it was useless, and as soon as he let go, the temperature would disappear very simply.

He remembered that when the two of them were first together, they seemed to be very good at that time. He never thought that he would lose Wenjun one day, and even if he wanted to take a concubine, he never thought of abandoning his wife.

Aren't all men in the world like this, he now has an identity and status, and it is really normal for him to have three wives and four concubines.

It turned out that Wen Jun cared so much.

At the beginning of dawn, he let go of the earrings in his palm, it was useless to just sit here, he felt that it was time for him to go to Wenjun.

Maybe she will go back to Zhuo's house? Or maybe she'll go where they've been?

Sima Xiangru never thought that he would not be able to find Wen Jun. She walked so neatly.

When he was almost desperate, he remembered the woman named Qianjin, and sometimes human intuition is such a wonderful thing. He was almost certain that it was the woman who took Wen Jun.

But what can be done?

Eventually...... Not only could he not find Wenjun, but even the woman named Qianjin couldn't find it.

He almost dug three feet into the ground and looked for Zhuo Wenjun for two years.

In the past two years, it seems that it no longer matters whether it is wind, frost, rain and snow, or wind and rain. He just wants Wenjun to come back.

He was sick, lingering, and he didn't heal for a long time. Even he felt that he was probably going.

And the woman named Qianjin appeared at such a moment.

When she came in, her clothes moved the bead curtain, making a clear collision sound, which sounded cold and piercing for no reason.

"You...... Ahem...... cough cough cough cough ......" Before the words were spoken, a series of coughing sounds had already swarmed in.

Qianjin looked at the haggard man in front of him, he described him as thin, and he couldn't see the appearance of the handsome son when the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" moved Zhuo Wenjun.

She raised her sleeves, Sima Xiangru only felt a breeze blowing in her face, her rapid wheezing stopped, and her coughing disappeared invisibly. She is like a god, turning over the clouds and raining on her hands.

"Who the hell are you?" He forced himself to sit up, and found that this time it was so easy, that the pain seemed to disappear with the wave of her hand.

She stood not far away, her beautiful face looking unreachable, flat and cold. "Lord Sima should cherish his body."

He didn't answer, only asked, "Where is Wenjun?" ”

"I'll send her back to you." Her figure faded, and even her voice was faintly inaudible: "As long as you feel that it is still the white-headed old you want." ”

The breeze stirred the beaded curtain, and the woman's figure vanished.

"Stop!" Sima Xiangru got up barefoot and hurriedly chased out, but saw a familiar figure outside the bead curtain: "Wen ...... Monarch......? ”