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She didn't chase back Qin Chong, and she didn't know how to face Xie Yu. Just as she was hesitating in place, Xie Yu and Fang Ling had already rushed here.

"Qianhe, where is the second master?" Xie Yu gasped slightly.

Yin Qianhe lowered his head and replied, "Let's go."

Letting go of the hands holding the hem of the skirt, Xie Yu smiled bitterly, and a tear rolled down his cheek to the corner of his mouth in his eyes, "It's because I know that the person I want to see can't go, right?" ”

"I'm sorry. It's that I'm so self-righteous, I thought I could help you, and it turned out ......"

Xie Yu gently wiped away her tears, "I don't blame you, it's just that." The falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless. If he has no heart, what can you do? What can I do? Fang Ling, go back, I'm tired. ”

"Girl."

Fang Ling wanted to comfort her, but looking at her disappointed and sad appearance, she couldn't say any words of comfort like Yin Qianhe, so she had to silently follow her back to Chu Yun Tower.

The beautiful covenant under the bridge that Yin Qianhe envisioned ended so dismally. Qin Chong, Xie Yu, and herself, whether sad or lost, all felt powerless. After they went back, they were all immersed in the mood of tonight.

Yin Qianhe couldn't sleep, and he was haunted by what Qin Zhong said. She really didn't want to believe that Qin Chong was that kind of person, but if this was the case, wouldn't Xie Yu be a mistake in paying her sincerity?

Xie Yu returned to the cabinet and borrowed wine for the first time to kill his sorrows. When you swallow the wine and tears together, the taste is bitter.

And Qin Chong, this "ruthless person", holding a lamp, slowly pushed open the door of Yingxia Pavilion, but stood outside the door and did not dare to enter.

He watched it every day, but he didn't go inside for a long time, like a few years.

Because he was afraid, afraid that the endless grief and despair would strike again, afraid of touching the unbearable pain in his heart again.

The wound of eight years ago has healed and cracked and healed again and again.

Fifteen-year-old Qin Zhong met Su Yingxia, who was also fifteen-year-old, for the first time in the palace.

Her smile was as clear and clean as the sky after a rain, and she had a faint scent of vanilla.

He would always remember that smile and that fragrance that she had shown to him as she bandaged his wounds. He once thought that this was the most precious thing God had given him, and he once wanted to care for and cherish it with all his life.

"Ah, why are you so careless?"

Su Yingxiaxing's eyes widened, staring at Qin Chong, whose fingers were cut by broken porcelain, and hurriedly took his hand again, took out his handkerchief and bandaged him.

Qin Zhong looked down at her carefully treating her wounds, and vaguely smelled a burst of fragrance.

"That's fine. When you go back, it's better to find some medicine to wipe it, the wound is quite big. Let someone else clean it up. ”

Su Yingxia crossed her hands on her hips, looked at her "proud work", and smiled with satisfaction.

Qin Chong's heart suddenly jumped like a drum, and his face gradually began to get hot, reaching the root of his ears.

"Your face is so red, are you afraid of being scolded?"

Qin Zhong buried his head embarrassedly.

Su Yingxia said again: "You are a new guy, you are so timid." It's just a porcelain vase, and you just say I broke it.

My name is Su Yingxia, and the princess is my aunt, and they won't blame me. That's it, I'm going back, goodbye. ”

Before Qin Chong could say a word, she hurried away.

Qin Zhen and the maid Huiru are cutting flowers in the garden. At the end of spring, some of the flowers will wither, so you can cut them out to make some sachets to leave the last trace of their fragrance.

Qin Zhong walked slowly towards them, and Hui Ru saw that he was wearing a plain gray robe, so he said, "Madam, the second son is here." Look at the second son, he doesn't wear brighter clothes when he comes to the palace. ”

Qin Zhen smiled: "It's not that you don't know, he has always been like this." ”

"The slave maid thinks that maybe the master is too strict with him, so that the second son can develop such a dull temperament and follow the rules in everything."

"Dad also has high hopes for him, the eldest brother is no longer here, even if he is the eldest son of our Qin family."

"The third prince is very clever, but he is still young, and I don't know if it will become like this in the future."

While the two were talking, Qin Chong had already come to the front.

When the sisters and brothers saw each other, they wanted to greet each other, it was nothing more than Qin Zhen asking if her parents were okay at home, and Qin Zhong asked her if everything was going well in the palace.

Qin Zhen only married into the palace after the autumn last year, and she was only a side concubine, and she was kind and kind, Qin Zhong was worried that she would be bullied by the princess and other concubines. He had heard of the cruelty of the women in the noble mansion of the Gaomen, and even the history books would mention the dispute between the concubines in the emperor's harem.

However, fortunately, the prince doted on her and protected her from time to time. Although this is the root cause, it is also a powerful guarantee.

Qin Zhen noticed the bandaging on his fingers and asked, "What's the matter with your hands?" Injured? ”

"When I came just now, I accidentally broke a porcelain vase and was scratched by the porcelain piece. But it didn't matter, just a little blood. ”

"Are you really okay?"

"Well, it's fine." Qin Zhong said and asked cautiously, "Sister, do you know Su Yingxia?" ”

"Miss Sue? What does this do, you ask? She seems to have come to the house to play these days, have you seen her? ”

Qin Zhong nodded silently.

"She is the daughter of Lord Su Huisu of Taichang Temple, that is, the niece of the princess in our house, and she often comes to play in the house, as if she is the same age as you."

Huiru stood next to him and smiled: "Speaking of which, this Miss Su is really interesting. Two days ago, I took the son over there to climb a tree and dig birds, but I fell from the tree, which scared the people over there, but fortunately I didn't fall and hurt myself. ”

Qin Zhen said: "You are talking nonsense again, she is going to send back the young birds that fell from the nest." ”

"Really?"

Qin Zhong just listened and didn't interject.

This was his encounter with Su Yingxia ten years ago. Now that I think about it, everything at that time is as clear as it is in front of me, but it is far away as if it is on the horizon.

Later, under the strong promotion of his sister and King Ding, his father agreed to find someone to go to the Su family to propose marriage.

Although Qin Wangshan, who was still a household servant at the time, and Su Hui were not very close to each other in the court, and they had no private relationship, but after all, everyone was also a good match, and there was King Ding's match, so this family affair was quickly settled.

At that time, Qin Zhong felt a sense of happiness that he had never felt before, thinking that he could have no regrets in this life.

However, he forgot that the things of the world are often good and bad.

Happiness was only two short years, and then the sudden change caught him off guard. All his beautiful fantasies about the future turned into bubbles, and he watched it burst with his own eyes, at that very moment.

He roared with all his might, swayed away from all interceptions, and stumbled into her room, praying to see her smile again, to hear her laugh and say she was dull.

But all I saw was her lying quietly on the embroidery bed with her eyes closed, never to wake up again.

His entire body, and indeed all of his life, seemed to lose support in an instant and collapsed.

He knelt so long before the last serene face she had left in the world, not daring to come near, not daring to speak. Just kneeling silently, feeling the feeling of the heart slowly dying, in order to punish yourself for coming too late, a whole life late.

Pushing open the familiar door again, Qin Chong just stood outside the door, not even having the courage to go in.

After years of precipitation, the unforgettable pain has been sealed by itself.

However, over the years, he has suffered from Sauvignon Blanc and loneliness, and its suffering is like tasting a pot of tea alone, with a light and long taste.

Isn't there no future for those who can't face up to the past? His future was already predestined.

In the quiet of the night, only the summer insects are chirping softly. The lonely moon in the sky is shining, and the people on the ground are sad. his