On the seventh day after Kaede's death, Rong Jing died. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He died on the battlefield, holding a bead of herbs in his hand, and later heard that the emperor had buried him under a tree on the mountain, and his princess was buried under that tree.

At that moment, I was thinking, if Feng Ranchen knew that Rong Jing was martyred for her and knew Rong Jing's true heart, would she have a trace of comfort, would she no longer be so sad.

On that day, after the death of the sister-in-law, the entire palace was in chaos, Rong Jing's eyes were red, and with trembling hands, he silently hugged Feng Ranchen out.

He carried her for a long time, stumbling along the way, dripping sweat dripping his entire shirt, and he never let go of the person in his arms. Finally, when I arrived at the woods, the woods were like maple dust, and the verdant forest did not change at all. Even the tree Rong Jing leaned on when he fell is still there.

He gently laid her under the tree, carefully arranging her clothes wrinkled by the rain, his fingers slowly combing her messy hair, red circles under her eyes, and finally a line of tears fell as he wiped the bloody red from the corners of her mouth.

"Dust, wait for me!" His face brushed against her pale forehead, and a hoarse voice whispered in her ear.

That day, he stood in front of the gate of the mansion covered with scars, his tired face, full of expectation, what he wanted to see at this time was her, he wanted to tell her, how he fought his way out of the bloody road and escaped in the field of nine deaths, he wanted to hear her say that he was her hero.

Pushing open the door, he saw that the palace was in a mess, he was a little stunned, not knowing that when he was on the battlefield, the palace had experienced a catastrophe.

The mother's grief-stricken face, the evasive eyes of the people in the house, he knew that something must have happened.

He had thought about anyone who had an accident, and he didn't think it was her, and he heard his mother say that she was defiled by the enemy general when the palace was in chaos. If he died on the battlefield like that, maybe he still had an explanation for his negligence, but he came back alive, he lived but couldn't protect her, he didn't know if she called his name when she was insulted, and all of a sudden, his proud words in front of her became his laughing stock, all of them slapped him in the face.

When he looked at her with a heavy heart, the trace of disapproval on her face, the warm smile, stabbed him and couldn't open his eyes, why wasn't she sad, why didn't she blame him.

He shut himself in the room, numbed his heart with wine all day long, and felt useless when he thought of her, and slowly, he began to run away, to avoid thinking about her, for fear that he would see her again.

That day, he stood in front of her, he gave her the opportunity, wanted her to tell her grief at that time, the helplessness at that time, wanted her to scold herself, and wanted her to vent completely. But she still looked at him with a smile on her face.

"Why are you defiled in the palace?" When he said this, he was sincere, this happened to anyone else, he could accept it, but it was she who he cared about the most.

Since then, he has run away, he never wants to see her again, he is afraid of her smile, and that smile is a kind of irony to him,

But then, she became pregnant, and he had been looking forward to their child since a long time ago, and he wanted to see what their child was like, but now, he didn't dare to bet, he didn't know if the child was his. He couldn't imagine that one day when the child grew up, he would ask him in front of him who his biological father was.

As he held the bowl of black potion, her pleading eyes looked at him, and she said it was their child.

Her reluctance, her helplessness, he didn't have the courage to look any further, he fled, and when he fled, he left a sentence, "The child can't stay"

The child was gone, and he didn't go back to see her.

Sure enough, in the days when he didn't see her, he lived very comfortably, at least in front of other women, he could still straighten his waist, and he could say that he was a gentleman and a hero.

After escaping for a long time, my heart has also deviated, maybe it is really as the people in the house said, everything is fate! He began to wonder if he had no feelings for her, and if he was in love with someone else.

But after all, on the long road of escape, I forgot that it was because I cared about her and loved her that I was disappointed in myself and let myself hide.

Later, all his love for her was given to his side concubine, because she knew better how to cry in front of him and how to show weakness in front of him, and he liked this feeling, because these could cover up his past mistakes.

That day, when she stretched out her hand to him in the flood, he hesitated, perhaps because he was afraid, afraid of touching her, afraid that she would plunge him into endless pain, and then the appearance of the side concubine saved him, and he had a reason not to save her.

It's not that he doesn't save her, but he can't save her, and this reason at least makes him get by on conscience.

He watched her being swept away by the flood waves, watching her disappear into his eyes, but for some reason, after he returned to the mansion, his whole heart was empty, and he always felt that he could see her lonely shadow in a corner of the mansion.

When he could no longer see her figure, no longer see her smile, he realized that he had been wrong from the beginning. His love was too selfish, and the behavior he showed was a kind of love for himself, and he forgot the love he should give her in their love.

And his evasion, his alienation, his indifference, and I don't know how much damage it caused her, that night, he went to the flood where she was swept away by the dim light, he wanted to repent, he wanted to ask her forgiveness, but he never had a chance again, he didn't deserve her love, maybe she shouldn't have saved him in the first place, if she hadn't saved her, she wouldn't have been killed by him.

He never thought that she would appear in front of him again one day, looking at her rain-soaked body, looking at her forced smile, she was still so reckless, he only thought that if she hadn't saved him, they wouldn't have met, and she wouldn't have died, but he never thought that she wasn't dead, she appeared in front of him alive, he didn't know how to face him, should he tell her that he was not worthy of her love.

And before he could think about it, she fell in front of him, and she fell desolately, as if there was no one in the world who cared about her.

When he watched her close her eyes, his first thought was that he would go with her, and he would not let her be so lonely again.

He swept away each handful of dirt with his hands, and finally buried her under the tree, leaving his place next to her.

It's a pity that all of this is sad for Feng Zhanchen, she didn't see Rong Jing's repentance at the moment of death, and she didn't get his warm embrace.

She couldn't see or feel everything she saw when she was closed.