The moonlight is like flowing water, a gauze white floats down in the night, only the everlasting lamp in front of the Buddha is still on in the temple, the monk who guards the lamp reads the scriptures, the syllables are not high or low, and it seems so ethereal and mysterious at night.

Rong Jingyu touched the right side of his face and smiled sarcastically-

What kind of future and benefits can a disfigured young lady have? As soon as the gentleman walked on his front foot, did these people can't bear to scorn her? It's staggering how quick you let go.

A high pavilion, going to Yunshan, called 'take care of the injury', is actually to calm the turmoil of 'mother's destruction of daughter', that Luoyang Pavilion, which has never heard of it, is also fighting for the 'compensation' of this matter, he will investigate it day by day, and Rongfu does not owe her, but shows the atmosphere of Rongfu, and gives her such a residence to a disfigured young lady.

She is the only loser in this contest, an outcast...... Rong Jingyu's hand was straining, and the scabbed wound emitted sharp pain, but she didn't feel it.

"Is true freedom in grasping yourself......" Rong Jingyu leaned against the window, looking at the bright moon in the sky, muttering to herself.

I don't know how long it took, she sneered lightly, and in her eyes that were clearer than Liuli, she was almost ruthless: "Sir, you are pushing Jingyu to a point of no return......

But what is the way back?

It's okay to go...... Rong Jingyu's eyes were colder than the moonlight, and in this boundless silent night, it was empty.

Mr. is here, she is always used to restraint, used to warmth to laugh, because she knows that she doesn't need a sharp edge, her edge is Mr.

In one day, no one dared to offend, and the gentleman was gone...... Rong Jingyu caressed his eyes, "It's good to be ...... if you're gone" seems to be talking to herself, like a light word, like the deepest seven feelings, and sighing like a sigh around the green smoke.

It's okay to go......

Her edge is Mr., but her edge is not Mr.; Mr. is the edge, and Mr. is the scabbard, and now that the scabbard is gone, what else does she need to take care of?

True freedom lies in mastering one's own ...... Only by grasping oneself can one be truly at ease.

Rong Jingyu stared at it and clenched her hand with some baby fat under her sleeves-

In this life, she never wants to leave so lonely and lose everything, even if she doesn't care, but why should she let go? It is true that the wind and moon are boundless, but if she can 'get everything you can do', why should she give up?

If her fate goes with the flow, the mountains and rivers will also change for her!

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Time flies like a white horse, and disappears between fingers in the blink of an eye.

Rong Jingyu's life in Yunshan Temple was very leisurely, and the wound was almost healed after a month, leaving five pink marks.

Bu Shao often looks at her face with gloomy eyes, and the guards often look at her with pity, she sees all these in her eyes, she doesn't care, but what can she do? Will it be able to erase the scar?

Rong Jingyu sat in the pavilion in the bamboo forest, since she lived in Yunshan Temple, this quiet place has become her permanent residence, and most of the day is here.

Rong Jingyu leaned against the stone pillar, sat on the flying chair on her knees, it was autumn at this time, her clothes were almost the same as in the spring, wearing a green background printed pear blossom blowing snow poplin jacket, and a frost-colored embroidered white lotus skirt, the red belt brought her a hint of warmth, if you ignore the right cheek, it is perfect.

"Step Shake."

"Miss, please command."

"You go and get Jing Guozhi from the third shelf."

There are dozens of countries in this world, and three of them far surpass other countries in terms of strength and geography, namely Jing, Shang and Ming.

The country where Rong Jingyu is located is Jingguo, and Jing is also the most pleasant country to live in among the three countries.

Jing Guozhi is a book that describes the style of Jing Guo in detail, Rong Jingyu has already read it, and now that he has nothing to do, he will take it out again and read it again.

Bu Yao came back with the book, and Rong Jingyu asked her to come and pick her up at dinner, and read the book comfortably surrounded by green bamboo alone.

Just when she saw that "women are officials, and most of them are selected as the ...... of the sixth department of Taichang or the eleventh supervisor of the fourth division of the harem and the fourth bureau, the ", she heard the sound of feet stepping on bamboo leaves, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

She looked, and there were two figures, one yellow and one red, walking side by side towards the pavilion where she was in the cracks of the bamboo.

The girl who was dressed in a red dress, her hair was combed into a double bun with red silk, and she wore two red jade coral beads inlaid with treasure and jade with sharp eyes, and she caught Rong Jingyu under the shade of green bamboo, and said to the people around her: "I'll go up and have a look first." ”

Without waiting for the person to reply, she ran up the bluestone steps first, and the moment she saw Rong Jingyu, she was very surprised, "It's you!" Her gaze touched the right side of Rong Jingyu's face, covered her mouth with her hand, and exclaimed, "Your face ......"

At this time, the person in Minghuang Qufu also walked up, heard the girl's words, looked at Rong Jingyu's face, saw the five scars, was slightly stunned, and immediately returned to nature, as usual, raised the corners of Rong Jingyu's lips, as if Rong Jingyu was no different from others, and said gently: "Meet again." ”

The two are none other than Zhuang Haojun and Hongyan, who had a relationship with Rong Jingyu last time.

Rong Jingyu closed the book in his hand, smiled indifferently, and replied with the same words, "Meet again." ”

She and Zhuang Haojun glanced at each other in tacit understanding, and then looked away.

After the initial surprise, Hong Aya quickly regained her demeanor, and did not cast another glance at Rong Jingyu's right cheek, her expression was as proud as when she first met, but she lacked a domineering aura.

At the beginning, the 'superior' who clearly announced his outstanding stand was also full of brilliance, and there was no need to show it, that is, the people around him could consciously stop their approaching steps, and silently draw an insurmountable gap with the world.

Hong Aya raised her chin slightly at Rong Jingyu, "I let you run away last time, and I want you to leave your name this time!" ”

When Zhuang Haojun heard her words, he couldn't help but hold his forehead.

Since Rong Jingyu left last time, Hong Aya has been thinking about Rong Jingyu's 'goodbye without saying goodbye'. Although Hong Aya never asked him about this, just looking at it was also a troublesome thing, after all, anyone who faced a bitter and hateful face all day long would feel uncomfortable.

And now, the first thing Hong Aya did was really ask the person's name, which made Zhuang Haojun not know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or smile bitterly at the other party's insistence.

Rong Jingyu didn't refuse again this time, and Xiao Yingying reported to Hong Aya on her door: "Rong Jingyu, the eldest daughter of Rongfu in Tong'an City, has seen Miss Hong'er. ”

Hong Aya was a little unhappy when she heard her name, "Don't call me Miss Hong Er, call me Red Aya." Later, I paid attention to the origin of Rong Jingyu.

I saw that she took a deep look at Rong Jingyu and said meaningfully: "The eldest daughter of Rong Mansion...... It seems that you are no worse than me. ”

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