Spring has come, it is still warm and cold, and the biting cold wind is still there. Finally, we have reached the intersection of separation, even if we don't want to, what can we do? Qing'er was going to take a carriage to the palace, and Shen Zhongqing was going to take Xue Yun to Mobei for burial.

Qing'er's heavy footsteps slowly walked towards Shen Zhongqing, "The road ahead is long, Brother Shen take care of himself!" ”

Shen Zhongqing looked attached but helpless, "I want to send Xue Yun to Mobei and bury her next to Uncle Xue Shan, so that their father and daughter can get together, their father and daughter have been separated for seven years, and they can finally see each other again!" ”

Qing'er's eyes were full of tears, "Sigh the autumn wind, helpless, the fragrance of Yiren has disappeared; Sighing the autumn wind, speechless, tears have been hazy; The sound of the pipa, three or two, the strings break the bowels and tears; When he drinks together under the moon, he sits idly and talks about the east wind. How can the incense of the people disappear, empty sighs, and love is difficult. ”

Shen Zhongqing's gloomy expression, "The fragrance of Yiren is gone, what can I do?" Qing'er, when you arrive at the palace, take good care of yourself, after all, the palace is no better than the outside, remember to be cautious, you know? You have to take care of yourself! I'm leaving! ”

When Shen Zhongqing was about to turn around, Qing'er said, "Wait a minute!" ”

I saw Qing'er rushing forward, hugging Shen Zhongqing tightly, with tears in her eyes, as if this was goodbye, heartbreaking and reluctant.

"Brother Shen! Take care! ”

After Qing'er finished speaking, she let go of him, took out something from her sleeve, and opened it to see that it was wolf tooth jade.

"Brother Shen, this wolf tooth jade was given to me by Brother Shen when Qing'er was in prison, it blessed me and accompanied me through the long darkness, and finally Qing'er was safe and sound. Now that I'm safe, it's ...... that it should be returned to its rightful owner."

Without waiting for Qing'er to finish speaking, Shen Zhongqing took Qing'er's hand and nested the wolf tooth jade in Qing'er's palm, "Qing'er, this wolf tooth jade, Brother Shen has already given it to you, it is yours!" ”

"But ......"

When Qing'er was about to speak, Shen Zhongqing put his hand on Qing'er's lips and didn't let her refuse.

Qing'er Shen Zhongqing looked at each other silently, Uncle Liu, and the eunuchs who came to pick up Qing'er in the palace were waiting.

"Don't let everyone wait for a long time, Brother Shen take care!" After Qing'er finished speaking, she turned around and left.

"Girl ...... Youth"

Hearing Uncle Liu's voice from behind, Qing'er slowly turned her head.

Uncle Liu stepped forward and said, "Miss Qing'er, take care!" ”

Qing'er was reluctant, "Uncle Liu take care!" Take care of Brother Shen! With that, he turned and left.

Qing'er lifted the curtain and looked at Shen Zhongqing who was walking away through the car window. Brother Shen, I can only give you a "cherish", what a big joke the sky has made for us, it makes us know, love, cherish, let us get closer step by step, but when we feel that the dream is in front of us, it makes a qiē abruptly stopped, we can only look at the carriage that is gradually moving away, listen to the sound of the horse's hooves that is gradually blurred, there are still lingering in the vague memory, the carriage is still sitting in the former dream, sighing helplessly alone, the love is shallow.

Xue Yun's death, instead of bringing the relationship between Qing'er and Shen Zhongqing closer, became more and more distant, farther and farther away, and unreachable.

Love is like a pool of pure spring water, any tiny, even invisible ink, dripping in it, is dirty. No matter how hard you try to imagine and deceive yourself, the spring water is not what it used to be, and the tiny drop of ink has already penetrated into every part and corner of the clear spring, even if you look at it as clear as the Milky Way, it is also an illusion of deception, because the turbidity comes from the depths of the heart. It has taken root deep in the heart and lingers.

Qing'er's face was blank, what would the unknown palace waiting for me look like.

The cold wind is still blowing, blowing between heaven and earth. The two carriages slowly drove in opposite directions, the desert was lonely, and the sun was setting over the long river, heading towards the vast and unknown distance

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