Xu Lingling told Zhao Fu outside the door that he still needed to dress up for a while, so he didn't have to care.

She sat down in front of the mirror, and she looked good and beautiful in the mirror. But Xu Lingling didn't have the joy she had when she faced the mirror in the past, and it was the stinky beauty that every girl loved.

"Why are you so annoying?" Xu Lingling commented like this this time.

"How can you ...... So nasty... Xu Lingling looked in the mirror until he saw that the man had become blurry, and tears came out of his eyes.

Xu Lingling wanted to find someone to hate at this time, but she couldn't find it. Whether it is Qin Zhirou, Xie Xiyan or Zhao Fu beside her, it is impossible to hate it, and there is only one person left, herself.

This hate is as lonely as her current helplessness, and it's all just herself.

Xu Lingling has no way to judge her current self, all her knowledge is not enough, she is like a traveler wandering at the intersection of hell, she doesn't know how to make a choice and face it, she only knows that it is absolutely impossible to go on like this.

Every decision that follows is bound to become difficult and resolute, Xu Lingling doesn't want to think about it, but he can't help but think about it.

The person he trusted the most was Zhao Fu, who was clearly close at hand, but he became the only person who couldn't consult.

The room became surprisingly quiet, and Xu Lingling seemed to have been sitting in front of the mirror for a long time. She didn't make up, she just looked in the mirror, looked at herself, and even her tears were quietly cooperative.

The water in the tub is also getting cooler, no longer emitting a steaming mist, and the water mixed with the liquid is also clearing.

Silence has become the main theme now, and the Lanting City rebuilt after the disaster did not immediately show that kind of enthusiasm, on the contrary, it was precisely because of the return of the expeditionary force that Lanting was extraordinarily calm on this day.

The people who came back were resting, and the people who didn't wait for the people who came back were carefully licking their wounds, which was already a common thing for the Lanting people, every time there was a war, no matter how good or bad the battle was, there would always be someone who would become quiet, and gradually, everyone spontaneously became quiet.

Some joys are worth sharing, and some wounds can only be pretended not to see.

Zhao Fu is even more so here, very quiet.

After discovering that the owner had brought back a strange girl, it became quieter. Here are memories of another girl, strenuous and willful to repel the newcomer.

Xu Lingling is not a queen-level woman who can control any situation, she can be very big, in the eyes of believers, the saint is a noble existence second only to the pope, the object of God's favor, a noble woman who gives grace to the world, and a goddess in the world. Xu Lingling is also easy to become very small, when she stands by the city wall, when she satisfactorily comments on the taste of a certain bean curd, she is an ordinary girl.

Xu Lingling is a saint played by an ordinary girl, and the saint of the Holy Sect is an ordinary girl.

Xu Lingling was not used to this kind of quietness, but fortunately, Zhao Fu, who was waiting outside, was not used either.

"Are you okay?" The room was quiet, and Zhao Fu could feel it, so he asked out of concern.

Zhao Fu's words broke this calm, he was always the master here, and his words dispelled the feelings of dissatisfaction that had been accumulated.

"It's okay......" Xu Lingling could only reply.

"Hmm." Zhao Fu nodded, he was not used to this kind of quietness, but the two of them had nothing more to say, they continued to keep quiet.

Xu Lingling also hummed softly, Zhao Fu's concern was not as warm as before. In the past, no matter when or what happened, Zhao Fu would stand firmly by her side, but this time it may not be like this again. What Xu Lingling understands is that even if she learns to be coquettish, she may make Zhao Fu move her steps, but is that firm heart still there......

The moment became bitter, and the answer became speechless.

Xu Lingling once quietly stopped in front of the teahouse, and heard many storytellers tell different stories, although those different loves have their own good and bad, but Xu Lingling doesn't like it, whether it is the ending or the process.

Xu Lingling feels that the accumulation of emotions is not important, how can there be so many heart-rending stories that cry to death, it is nothing more than a storyteller seeking a "pear blossom with rain" that everyone wants.

What Xu Lingling wants is that when he is most dangerous, he will ride a white horse to rescue himself from thousands of people, and when he is most dangerous, he will hold himself tightly and resist the traction of the earth together.

This is her favorite story.

Xu Lingling has always been strong, and she never brings rain to pear blossoms. Maybe she still had the last way to rely on and retreat, and quietly put Zhao Fu in the same position as Qin Zhirou's heart. This is the strong wall in the hearts of the two people, they can rely on it when they are idle, and they can rely on it when they are lonely, which can not only resist the enemy, but also circle a small world.

But the two of them walk across the wall, but they are each other's enemies, this wall cannot encircle the circle and the circle at the same time, and there is always one of the two people's world that will bring rain.

Xu Lingling thought for a long time before making a decision that she thought was okay.

She didn't know what Qin Zhirou would decide, but she was older than Qin Zhirou, and she was her sister.

In addition to Zhao Fu, she is still the saint of the Holy Sect, she still has the ambition to help the world, she also wants to influence the world, she still has a lot of things to do, she ......

She may have done more, Xu Lingling unilaterally announced her death sentence in a vain attempt to end this pain.

There must be more rain in Jingliang City than in the Imperial Capital and Lanting, and she feels that she is better at raining.

At least better than Qin Zhirou.

People in the dark don't need to move forward in the dark, Qin Zhirou is in the dark now.

The great pain and suffering is becoming accustomed to the lengthened labor pain, and there are no tears that cannot be shed and sobs that cannot be stopped, and this emotional sadness is replaced by numbness.

When Qin Zhirou understood that no one would know that she had been surrounded by darkness and rendered by sad emotions, and no one would hear her whimper, this time there would be no warm hand to stop her tears, and her own hands were already cold.

So she restrained her emotions and became as cold as the dark environment around her, but the effect was surprisingly good.

Qin Zhirou accomplished a feat, she returned to the imperial capital from Lanting alone.

Walking in the dark, she walked alone and became cold and resolute, shielding her from all external hostility.

Qin Zhirou, who is no longer sweet and cute, has become terrifying, and this terrible has pulled up her strangeness with others, and no one wants to trouble this girl along the way.

Qin Zhirou, who rejected people for thousands of miles, became as lonely as her shadow, but she didn't care at all.

There was already a complete trade route from Lanting back to the imperial capital, and it didn't take too long.

"Stop."

Qin Zhirou gave a brief order to the hired coachman, and it became her style to not talk much, and she was like a silent log along the way. At first, each coachman would look back from time to time, vaguely confirming how satisfied the customer was with him, and finally he would get used to carrying a log on his way.

It's almost back to the imperial capital, Qin Zhirou's home is there, and the scene near here is becoming more and more familiar, Qin Zhirou also relaxed her mood a little, and she decided to stop at the lake in front of her.

Spring is past early summer, and there are not many people here. Wild fun was not an uncommon thing at that time, not to mention that there were too many interesting places in the imperial capital.

Using the lake as a mirror, Qin Zhirou saw herself. It may be because of the long journey that she looks a lot thinner, and now Qin Zhirou's face is withered, and the clarity of the lake water cannot be reflected in her eyes.

This is herself, Qin Zhirou laughed for the first time in these days.

She returned to the carriage and looked for a handkerchief that she couldn't remember buying at the station. She hadn't cleaned her body all these days, which made her very dirty, and for the first time she tolerated such a self. It's just that she is going home, and she doesn't want her family to see her too haggard self, which is her stubbornness, and the sadness of wanting to be discovered.

She went to wash the hand towel, and the water was clear and cool, so she washed herself with the water.

"The girl is actually very pretty!" The coachman responded, and the two did not communicate much along the way, but this praise was from his heart. For more than forty years, this was the best-looking girl he had ever seen.

"Thanks, let's go." Qin Zhirou responded calmly and politely, she was used to this kind of evaluation of her, she didn't hate it, but now she didn't like it.

"Okay." When I arrived at my destination, the employer was a really good-looking girl, and the driver was also full of energy.