There is a kind of love called forgiveness, and there is a kind of pain called forgiveness.

After Concubine Chen left, she fell on the bed as if she was weak, at that moment she couldn't help herself tears like rain, she felt as if there were many daggers inserted in her heart, each dagger was so sharp, it stabbed her heart painfully.

Ping'er sat on the edge of Wanruo's bed, she took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away her tears; "Why don't you scold him severely, I know that if you let her go, you are forgiving her."

As if helplessly, he grabbed Ping'er's warm hand tightly and said; "If beating her and scolding her can solve a qiē I think I won't be so painful, she won't be so painful, I don't want our relationship to be buried like this, although I don't remember all the things between us in the past, but I can be ruthless to me in my memory now, but I can't be unintentional to her, one voice is asking me to punish and retaliate against her, but the other is stiff but asking me to forgive her, I really struggled for a long, long time, and finally I chose to forgive, Although I don't expect our relationship to go back to the past, but I hope that we can't become strangers who hate each other because of this, if a person lives with hatred, it is a very loved thing, I hope I am not a sad person, and at the same time I don't want him to be the sad person, in fact, she is really pitiful, as long as she can have a chance to turn over, how can she let go, aren't all women in the harem like this, maybe today the roles of the two of us are reversed, maybe the person who does this is me. Ping'er looked at Wanruo's painful expression, but she couldn't help but feel heartache, and couldn't help but admire Wanruo's tolerance.

Chunhong and Chunxiang were both angry, "Princess, if it were me, I would beat her hard, you are so cheap and she is gone, aren't you afraid of being hurt again in the future?" Chunhong said indignantly.

Haruka also hurriedly followed; "Yes, what Sister Chunhong said makes sense, the princess is so kind and kind."

As if smiling bitterly, he said; "When is the hatred of each other, she is also a poor person, she is the emperor except for her son, but the emperor is amorous, her happiness is too little and too little, but I am different, I have the prince, and my daughter and my unborn child, as well as a few of your sisters, and Ziyan, my happiness is more than her, if I want to take revenge on her, then I have more happiness than I have, that is also a kind of revenge, in fact, the best way to retaliate against a person who hurts himself is not a head-on conflict, but to make yourself better than the other party, happier than the other party, that is the best revenge. There is also this matter, which must not be known to Zi Yan, let alone the Queen Mother, this matter is not a good thing, and the fewer people who know, the better. At this moment, it seemed that his heart suddenly opened up, although his heart was still very painful, but he did not regret today's decision, and he did not regret choosing to forgive Concubine Chen.

"Our princess is really a bodhisattva." Ping'er didn't know what to say, she stretched out her hand and gently helped smooth out the bangs on her forehead. At this moment, Ping'er understood why so many men would have admiration for Wanruo, it was not Wanruo's peerless elegance, in fact, Wanruo's appearance was not the most outstanding, nor was it like the world's unique talent, and there was a sky outside the sky, and there were people outside the world, nor was it her special temperament, but like that noble conduct and a pure heart like a snow lotus and her wisdom. Ping'er suddenly felt that she was a little small in front of Wanruo, she was glad for Murong Yichuan, glad that he didn't miss such a good wife,

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When Murong Ziyan heard that she was sick, she hurriedly brought a lot of nutritional products to the palace.

When Zi Yan came, it was as if she was still in a dream, she sat on the edge of Wanruo's bed, looking through the scriptures she had copied for Lengcui'an Ciyun Shitai while waiting for her to wake up, Zi Yan didn't understand the Buddhist scriptures, the reason why she looked at it was mainly to see the words of Wanruo, the words of Wanru were elegant and beautiful, the words were like people, and they were worth watching.

After a long time, she woke up, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Zi Yan sitting on the edge of her bed, and hurriedly supported her to sit up from the bed; "Zi Yan; You've been here, how long have you been? Why didn't you wake me up? He said with a slight apology.

Zi Yan hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed and said with a smile; "I see how you can bear to sleep so soundly, you just lie down."

"I've been lying down for a long time, so let's sit." The body of the like moved towards Zi Yan unfreely.

When Zi Yan saw that her face was pale, and her eyes were still red and swollen, she knew that she must have shed a lot of tears, "Sister-in-law; Why are you sick again? Is it because I miss Brother Wang, I guess they should be back soon. ”

sighed helplessly, although she especially wanted to find someone to confide in her inner pain, but in the face of Zi Yan with a simple face, how could she say it, how could she bear to let Zi Yan know that the emperor's brother she had always respected very much was a hypocrite with a human face and a beast heart, how could she bear to let Zi Yan know that Concubine Chen, who had always been gentle and virtuous, was actually a villain who betrayed her friends for her own interests, and she couldn't say anything, she could only bury all of them deeply.