"Yes" The sound was as crisp and pleasant as jade beads colliding: "Jing'er thought that her father finally remembered Jing'er, the daughter who was snubbed by her father" said casually, but she still couldn't contain the sadness in her heart.

The feeling of suffocation slowly became clear, whether Nangong Luojing's heart was aching or she was in pain, and suddenly she couldn't tell the difference

King Wei turned around, looked at the woman behind him with a stunned face, turned angry, cold, and suddenly crossed his eyes: "You" only one word burst out of his teeth, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart when he faced her.

"Father shouldn't want to see Jing'er again" Her face was like that autumn wave, calm and traceless, he couldn't hear the loss and sadness buried in her voice, for him, her words were just a mockery: "That's why my father promised his daughter to the general of Dongyang, right?"

Qing Yue's voice fell to King Wei's ears like a silver bell, he was speechless, facing the questioning of the woman in front of him, he lost the majesty of the king in front of people, and the rest was just endless pain.

"This king will marry whoever he wants you to marry, and you have no position against it," he turned his back, buried the ups and downs in his heart, and slowly walked towards the door.

When did he think about marrying her to a general who went out on the battlefield, when Concubine Li left, he promised her endless love for this daughter, but he couldn't do the indifference she showed at that grand funeral, which made him unable to let go.

"Is Jing'er just a pawn of her father?" blurted out the words, trembling in the air, and slowly devouring her with endless sadness, is the chess piece just a pawn.

The woman's words stopped King Wei from taking a step forward.

"To my father, is Jing'er just a pawn?" is not a father, not a king of a country, but a daughter's father, right, he is a father who is no different from any father in the world

"This king is the king of the country, you are the princess of the country, some things are your responsibility, and it is also the responsibility of the king" The voice was deliberately pulled away, with a bit of ethereal, but it was really helpless.

"Then now what does my father want to decide for Luo Jing" Sadness was born from the heart, with a hint of distressing loss in his voice, he also wanted to arrange and decide for her What Weiguo owes Xiling a favor now, it is categorically not to ally with Dongyang Kingdom, then, will he take back his fate, and retract the decision to let her marry Shangguan Yi

"This king has his own arrangement" Dropping such a sentence, King Wei strode forward, without looking back, just leaving Lin Xiying with a back, a resolute back.

The world is spinning, and the feeling of loneliness hits my heart.

Feng Yin slowly stepped into this Luo Yuan, and what fell into her eyes was such a scene, she chuckled, a hibiscus flower on her beautiful face was waiting to be released, but under the flower was a bleak color.

"Princess" he whispered, affectionately with a little worry, sometimes he was also annoyed that he was so much that he stayed by her side, but he couldn't share the slightest worry for her.

"Hmm" she smiled at him, so bright in the sun, as if to tell him that it was okay, she was fine, she didn't know how much bitterness her smile contained at this moment, how much helplessness it contained

"Your Majesty" Feng Yin followed the woman's gaze from afar, and suddenly wanted to say something, as if he wanted to say something.

"Nothing," she replied faintly to his unfinished words, not even what he wanted to say.

She lowered her head and moved into the room, her slender back was a little lonely and tired, and the golden light spread out on her body, with a dazzling light, stinging people's eyes deeply.

The white gauze dances lightly in the wind, with a little ethereal, with a little bit of the beauty of this earthly world, with a bit of intoxicating solo dance.

At this moment, she didn't want to say anything, she didn't want to do anything, she didn't want to think about anything

How I wish my mind was just a blank space, but it was just an expectation, a luxury.

The fragmentary memories in her mind were scattered everywhere, and no matter how much she put them together, she couldn't make up the original.

The woman walked forward slowly, as if she had lost her soul, leaving Fengyin where she had been standing.

His eyes have been following the woman's steps forward, his heart is deep self-blame, the depth of his eyes no one can understand, only he knows that he has never expected her to look back, but he hopes to be able to share by her side, pain, helplessness, sadness, happiness, unhappiness, these, he wants to share for her, but over the years, he has done nothing, nothing has been done for her, the only thing he has done is to watch her lost, helpless, heartache

He looked at the alienation of her back, his heart tugging, faintly aching.

In front of the door, the woman's slender fingers inadvertently touched the open wooden red lacquer door, trying to close the door, but found that some of the strength was inadequate, even the footsteps just now were so heavy, raised her eyes, met Feng Yin's eyes full of care, a smile on her mouth, buried the bitterness deep under the smile and turned into boundless bitterness.

The wind whispered softly in her ears, and she couldn't hear it.

By the window in the room, the curtains rose and fell, singing softly about the silence of the room, disturbing the quiet of the room, she walked to the soft collapse, sat on it alone, her beautiful eyes drooped slightly, and the bottom of her eyes became more and more blurred.

Close your eyes gently for a moment of peace of mind.

"Brother, come" The sky was full of snow, the fog was teasing, and the girl's low and pleasant voice came through the mist.

"Jing'er obediently listens to the words of the queen mother" The bright room, gorgeous and warm, the man's low voice with an extraordinary doting, invisible face, but the figure alone was once acquainted.

"Jing'er, Jing'er, quickly pass on the imperial doctor," the woman's delicate voice was obviously anxious, and on the bed, the girl was dressed in plain clothes, and the fine sweat on her delicate skin condensed into large beads of sweat the size of beans.

"Queen Mother Jing'er will always stay by your side and never give up" The girl smiled, her eyes shining with a hint of light, as beautiful as the stars in the sky.

Lin Xiying woke up from the false sleep, the breeze rattled the bell, the bead curtains collided, the crisp and pleasant sound rippled in this quiet room, the beautiful eyes slowly opened, and what caught the eyes was the afterglow of the slanting sun in that place, with a hint of hazy feeling, whether the eyes were covered with a layer of mist at some point, or, this scene was too illusory.

The slender hand gently touched the fair and tender skin on the face, and the warm touch made Lin Xiying unconsciously stunned.

At this moment, the picture in the dream kept emerging in her mind, she knew, knew clearly, it was Nangong Luojing's memory, but why did she dream of that girl when she was a child Why in the dream, the feeling of knowing each other was so unforgettable, as if it was her memory, her childhood, her father, her mother