Xue Mingyu told Xin Gong in the note what she was thinking in her letter, it was too chaotic outside, so that he didn't have to bother to inquire about Boyi and Longchang Houfu, and if there was any movement in the imperial court, he would tell her. Latest Chapters (First Published on URUO)

Who knew that Xinyi, a stupid boy, was afraid that she would regret it, so he secretly pressed the letter and asked Bo Yi not to come to see her. It's a lot of work. She's not really an impulsive eleven-year-old. How can you draw a line with others without thinking about it? She Xue Mingyu's heart was touched and warm.

She looked directly at Huangfu Xingong, pulled up his warm palm, and placed the oil fir paper envelope into his warm palm. "Thank you for thinking so much about me. Send it for me. "Xin Gong is always giggling, optimistic and cheerful can infect everyone around her. He got serious, and it turned out to be so charming.

"Do you really regret it?"

"No regrets. /”

Huangfu Xingong also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and the corners of his lips bloomed into his signature warm smile. Pick up the letter and stuff it into your bosom. "Then I'm relieved. I'll send it away. ”

It's not that she deliberately used the busyness of the past few days to escape, she just really wrote the letter, and she no longer thought about any problems with Gongsun Boyi. There is no common future, and she still cares about him and worries about what he does. However, Huangfu Xingong's kind concealment made Xue Mingyu face it again. That letter, drawing a clear line, is all words of blessing, in fact, it is tantamount to breaking off the letter. Imagine that in the future, it is impossible to marry each other without any trouble. A woman's reputation is even more important than her life.

Early in the morning of the second day, Moss came to Xue's mansion, sent a letter to Xue Mingyu and left.

Xue Mingyu was at Mrs. Tai's place, and it wasn't until she went to the clean room alone that she opened the letter to read it. Three pages of plain paper were written.

Gongsun Boyi is still very sad. He naturally knew that since Xue Mingyu had sent such a letter "full of blessings", in the future, they would definitely not be as close as before. The bits and pieces of things that happened when he was a child flowed from his pen. Qing Jun's sad emotions emanated from the tall and thin font.

Bo Yi said, Mingyu, you are like that kite, even if there is a line that you can't get rid of, you can always fly so cheerfully and freely in the wind. You want to fly away from me, and I can only wish you. I don't know what exactly you want, even though I don't understand why I don't think you can give it. May you get what you want in the future.

Mingyu, do you know how happy I was to receive the purse and fan cover you gave me that day. I want to show it to every friend and make everyone envy me. However, now, I can only treasure it at the bottom of the box and secretly miss it.

Mingyu, you left unhappily that day. Actually, I'm still happy. I thought you had me in your heart, so you minded other women approaching me. But then I regretted that I went to look for you, but I saw you come back from playing with Xingong with a smile on your face.

Mingyu, you don't know how frustrated I am. For the first time, I was standing in a corner, secretly looking at someone. The next day I felt like I couldn't be narrow-minded, and I was going to look for you. I got up early in the morning to look for you, but I saw you and Xin Gong both traveling. I followed you on the river beside the prison of the country, and walked over and back. I watched you sit by the sunlit window in the country. You can stay peacefully for half a day without talking.

Mingyu, I don't understand you, probably like you don't understand me. How I want to be paid attention to by you until I am old, how I want to make contributions as soon as possible, and how I want you to really look up and be impressed.

Mingyu, take good care of yourself, have a bad stomach, and eat well.

Bo Yi said, I'm on my way, you're in your world. I will work hard and I wish you well.

It is difficult for a concubine to marry

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Chapter 59: The Worries of My Heart 3