She buried her head deep in her arms, letting her white hair fall like snow, densely covering her weakness.

She knows, she, can't die, can't live.

Murong Qian wanted to step forward and hug him, but he stretched out his hand, but he froze in mid-air. He looked at the pale and lonely back, as if he had a frosty breath, and refused his approach.

At the end, Murong Qian finally lowered his arm, sighed, and said: "The porridge is cold, I'll let Qingnu give you another hot one!" ”

The voice of the light dust came from the depths of the snow, and there was no superfluous emotion, only a faint alienation, as if he was extremely tired, as if his heart was turned into ashes: "Put it down, I will drink." ”

When Murong Qian heard this, his heart turned a thousand times, and he didn't know whether it was relieved or sentimental.

The air was heavy, and although it was not as stuffy as it was at the beginning, it was still uncomfortable. There was even more leakage, stirring ripples in the ears, but they couldn't penetrate each other's wordless loneliness.

"Lord of the Kingdom! Lord of the Kingdom! Ah Li's cry with beads of sweat came in, "The big thing ......"

Murong Qian glared at Ah Li angrily, and scared Ah Li's anxiety back. Ah Li looked at the situation in the house, so he had to open his mouth and gesture to Murong Qian, "Lord Han".

Murong Qian's heart jumped, knowing that Ah Li's matter was urgent, and looking at Hu Qingchen, staying here by himself was really useless except for adding more distress, it was better to leave more time for each other to adjust. After reading it, he didn't want to say much, so he quietly led Ah Li to go outside the house.

"Lord of the country, why can't you protect him for the rest of your life?" Lu Qingchen's voice turned faintly, elongated with a trace of sadness, ethereal like a dream, "You are already the lord of a country!" ”

Murong Qian's footsteps were sluggish, the ten fingers in his sleeves slowly clenched his fists, and he closed his eyes to restrain his tears: "I'll come to see you another day!" After saying that, he disappeared outside the temple gate without looking back.

Xun Qingchen opened her eyes and spied on Murong Qian's departure through the gap in her white hair, and every step Murong Qian took stepped on in her heart. Ah Qian, what kind of important law do you want me to be by your side? Left and right are just a gorgeous cage built, alone, restricting my freedom.

You are the lord of the kingdom on high, and I am only a caged finch attached to you.

If you rejoice, come; If you don't rejoice, go.

The so-called, the phoenix seeks the phoenix, but it is, the phoenix prisoner!

Thinking deeply, the bottom of his heart became more and more transparent. The word "marriage" is from the word woman, not just the hard support of women, lonely watch. But if there is a child's laughter all the year round, all the bitterness will melt into sweetness, every minute of waiting, can keep the warmth of the years, every word of advice, is the gift of the passing year.

If she can go on like this, she will live forever and forever, and she is willing. But in such a situation in front of her, how long can she hold on?

Ah Qian, he is not bad, but over the years, he has become accustomed to plotting in the palace, sinking in the royal power, and getting used to keeping Hun Qingchen away from his political intrigues. He is becoming more and more like a king who judges the situation, but he is less and less like the invincible Murong Qian at the beginning. She knew that what he did was just to protect the Southern Tang Dynasty and the cage that imprisoned her, and she shouldn't blame him! But why can't he protect Xuan'er? Why can't you protect each other's warmth?

This is called her, how can you not complain, and call her, how should you stay by his side?