Qing Li found that Ling Sier's blank eyes seemed to flash, and he didn't stop Lan Xi's chatter, his eyes were slightly closed, and he sniffed the Bodhi fragrance diffused in the air.

In my memory, the first time I saw Ling Sier, the two of them sat quietly like this.

At that time, Ling Sier had a little temper, squatting alone in the small corner of the imperial garden, awkwardly not talking to her, while she waited casually, waiting for this awkward girl to run out of patience.

Looking back on it now, it seems like yesterday.

Qing Li chuckled lightly and pushed the dim sum that Lan Xi had prepared earlier in front of Ling Sier, "Lan Xi's new dim sum, try it." ”

The dark purple pastry was squarely cut and shiny in the sun, but it was impossible to see what was inside, and it was about the size of a thumb cap, which was much smaller than the other pastries.

Ling Sier subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but at this time, Lan Xi came up and said with a big smile: "Princess, I've been making this Baiwei cake for a long time!" From the noodles, the filling to the steaming, everything is made by me, and the princess must try it! ”

Such a sunny smiling face is always irresistible.

Ling Sier looked at Qing Li, who was smiling lightly, his nose was a little sour, he nodded and picked up one and took a bite, and suddenly his face was wrinkled together.

She pursed her lips and looked at Lan Xi who was smiling, and saw that Qing Li was still smiling faintly, and finally swallowed the pastry in her mouth, and hurriedly poured a sip of tea soup.

"It's so sour!" Even though the taste in his mouth had diluted, Ling Sier still kept drinking tea, and even tears didn't feel sour. glared at Lan Xi resentfully.

"Sour?" Qing Li raised his eyebrows, and also took a piece and put it in his mouth, and the sweet and sweet soft glutinous taste filled his mouth. It almost melted in his mouth, and he smiled suddenly: "It's very sweet!" Where is the acid? ”

Such a scene is somewhat similar, Ling Sier recalled that Qing Li had also deceived her like this, and muttered in a low voice: "My sister will only lie to me, it's sour at all!" ”

She sulked to herself, not beware of being stuffed with a piece of pastry, and the sweet and fragrant taste permeated her mouth and nose. It was as if the world in front of me was lit up all at once, and I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick it.

"How? Sweet, right? Qing Li looked at her eyes with amusement, and secretly thought that the power of food should not be underestimated.

Ling Sier's face seemed to be better. He nodded and tugged at the corners of his mouth.

She looked at the piece of pastry carefully with a suspicious expression, carefully selected a piece and put it in her mouth, and her eyebrows and eyes quickly became a smile, "Hmm." It's sweet. It's delicious! ”

She seemed to have not eaten well for a long time, and it seemed that she was suddenly hungry, and she feasted on the plate of pastries, but before she had eaten two bites, her little face wrinkled again, and her expression seemed to be experiencing something extremely painful, and she endured and endured it before she could swallow the food in her mouth.

"Ahh What is it! It's bitter! Ling Sier really cried this time. It's like this bitter taste ignites the bitterness in my heart all of a sudden, and it keeps steaming out. I can't stop for a while.

Qing Li didn't stop her, let her cry, and waited until she was much calmer, and then said softly: "Baiwei cake, as the name suggests, of course, has a hundred tastes, sweet and sour, spicy and salty, and all kinds of life, but it's like this plate of pastries." ”

Qing Yue's voice was like a hot spring, flowing through the hideous and terrifying wound in his heart, gently washing, in addition to the pain, but also brought a trace of warmth.

Ling Sier looked at Qing Li with teary eyes, but she just stared at a plate of pastries in front of her, and said lightly: "We can't predict what will happen next, every step is like choosing a piece of Baiwei cake, the consequences may be sweet, maybe bitter, but no matter what the taste, we have to keep going, because there are still different tastes waiting for us to try." If you stop because you choke on food, then everything is just tasteless. ”

Ling Sier listened very carefully, turned her head to look at the pieces of dark purple pastries, and couldn't see what kind of stuffing was inside, but she knew that there must be a taste waiting for her.

Quietly stretched out his hand again, Ling Sier took a piece and put it in his mouth, it was the sourness he had tasted at the beginning, the difference was that this sourness was much lighter, and then it was a sense of tranquility.

Tears unconsciously blurred his face, Ling Sier vented all the suppressed emotions in the past few days in an instant, and the howling cry reached the ears of the next people, each of which was not worry, but a deep relief.

The princess is like a walking corpse these days, not crying or making trouble, but making them worried, and venting her emotions like this is better for her than such a cold appearance.

"I ...... I thought he was going to keep his promise, and I always thought so...... The queen mother said that he was the best person in the world to her, and I believed it...... But that's not the case...... I hate him, and the queen mother will hate him......"

Ling Sier's preface didn't match the afterword, crying and not knowing what he was saying, but Qing Li understood.

She didn't want to recognize that father anymore, and directly called "him".

Qing Li stroked her long hair, and the uncombed hair was only draped drably over her shoulders, lining her already pale face, leaving only thin and delicate.

"I don't know what happened to them, but Si Er, your mother is happy, her memory stays at the level of the person she loves is good to her, she has such a lovely and lively daughter as you, it doesn't matter if she is annoying or not."

Qing Li grabbed Ling Sier's shoulders hard, staring at her with both eyes, "Si Er can hate him, you can ignore him, you can hate him, but that person is your father after all!" He gave you life, and that doesn't change ......"

Ling Sier's shoulders trembled violently, lowered his head, and after a long time, he said, "I hope he is not ......"

Not her father, not the person she ever loved the most, so that she could hate him, hate him, and even hurt him without any burden.

But he is!

It is the father who has treated her as a treasure for more than ten years, the emperor who suddenly became cold and serious and wished she would disappear, and the current son of heaven who broke his promise to marry a new wife.

She wants to hate, but she can't hate, she wants to love, but she can't do anything about it, this pain tortures every inch of her nerves, tears her reason, and suffers in this torture that is worse than death.

Qing Li didn't speak again, the admiration for more than ten years is not that there is no none, and Si Er does not mean that he can let go of it, everything needs time to run in slowly.

Qing Li gently patted Ling Sier's shoulder, "Sier, you must know that you are never alone, you have many relatives and friends who love you and love you, and they all care about you." So, get better quickly! I'd love to see that lively and mischievous Ling Sier who is causing trouble for me again! ”

She smiled faintly, seeing Ling Sier raise a smile vigorously, even though it was ugly, she was also slightly relieved in her heart.

Yes, this child is not as fragile as it seems, it's just that it's too easy to fall into a dead end and can't get out.

Maybe someone can easily help her......

Qing Li accompanied Ling Sier for a while, and then asked Lan Xi to stay in Bodhi Garden to take good care of her.

First, Lan Xi has a lively temperament, and it is very easy to resonate with Ling Sier, and maybe it can also drive her to recover as soon as possible.

Second, Lanxi also makes first-hand food, which is the best choice for snacks like Ling Sier, and the charm and effect of food therapy have never been to be underestimated.

Thirdly, she doesn't trust the people in this Bodhi Garden very much, and she will feel much more relieved to have someone of her own waiting by her side.

Qing Li left Lanxi behind, and he went to Gaofu for a trip.

Gao Ying is estimated to be even more uncomfortable than Ling Sier now, she is only afraid that Gao Ying will once again change back to the way before.

The front of Gaofu was deserted a lot.

As the saying goes, when the married daughter spills out the water, Gao Meng dies, it is the Three Princes' Mansion that wants to hold a funeral, not the Gao Mansion.

But despite this, the Gao Mansion at this time still looks faintly filled with a heavy atmosphere.

Qing Li understood her intentions, and the little doorman didn't say much, so a maidservant came to lead her in.

When I came back to Gaofu, I only went to the courtyard of the tall man, and the place where Gao Ying lived was completely in the other direction.

The flowers and plants in Gaofu, now goodbye in late autumn, full of withered yellow leaves, rustling in the wind, coupled with the depressed and low atmosphere in the house, I only feel a heavy heart.

"The eldest aunt and grandmother have set up a mourning hall there, the third lady didn't stay long, and came back at noon, but she has been practicing swords in her own courtyard for two hours, and it hasn't stopped until now, and the lady doesn't listen to how much she persuades her......"

When a servant told her about Gao Ying's situation, Qing Li was secretly relieved.

If Gao Ying didn't move at all, it was still worrying, but since she had found an outlet, it wasn't so bad.

In the distance, Qing Li heard the whirring sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air, mixed with a woman's anxious cry: "Ah Ying, stop, you have been practicing for two hours!" Good boy, your sister will be unhappy if you look like this! ”

The sword-wielding man seemed to pause, but only for a moment, and the next moment he moved again, and the movement became louder and louder.

Qing Li followed the maid into the courtyard, and before she could take a single step, a soft sword pointed directly at her door, and the blade as thin as a cicada's wings was still shaking, making a crisp sound, reflecting the sunlight and flashing out of the streamer.

"What, is this real?" Qing Li smiled at Gao Ying's face, but just this glance, the smile on her face could no longer be hung up.

Gao Ying, who was dressed in black, was full of murderous aura, and his face was cold as if he could drip water.

She seems to have been practicing for a long time, in this slightly cold late autumn, her body exudes a faint burning mist, her sideburns are broken and sweaty and sticking to the side of her face, and even the hand holding the hilt of the sword is dripping with a little sweat, mixed with blood, and her pale face tells Qing Li that Gao Yi's body has almost reached the limit.

However, what surprised Qing Li the most was Gao Yi's eyes.

In addition to grief, there is only endless murderous violence in the blood-red color, which can suck the whole person into it like a black hole, and only the rest is full of concern. (To be continued......)