"Why are you hurting me? Why do you want to hurt me? Your father killed Wei Long with no worries, and now you are here to harm me again, what kind of heart do you have for Qi Jia'an? Is it that the prince's brother is crippled, and it was also done by you, a vicious woman"? Princess Yongle refused to let go of Qi Qingyi, grabbing the sack and not letting go.

Qi Qingyi opened his mouth to ask, but his body didn't listen to the call and lost his mind. But she didn't faint completely, she seemed to have a boundless dream, in the dream there were countless Yongle princesses around her, and the words "Your father and Wei Long are worry-free, your father is worry-free...."

She could feel that her body was a little cold under the peach blossom scorching, and she could sense that the third sister asked the concubine Huang Chengxuan to prepare the carriage, and even the severe pain in her abdomen was not relieved in the slightest, but she couldn't move, and she couldn't open her eyes.

How could his father join hands with Wei Long to kill his cousin? It wasn't until he returned to King Chen's mansion and touched that familiar temperature that Qi Qingyi pulled himself out of the endless abyss.

On the other hand, it was Wei Yi's sad face that still did not reduce his handsome face.

"Qingyi". Wei Yi said in a low voice, unable to tell whether to call her or mutter.

Qi Qingyi buried his head in Wei Yi's chest, and his body moved and pulled his lower body, and there was a warm current gushing out. That kid is gone.

Wei Yi stroked Qi Qingyi's hair with his hand, took a few mouthfuls of his beloved wife's breath, and said, "Qingyi must take good care of himself in the future." He paused, patted Qi Qingyi's back with his hand, put his lips to Qi Qingyi's ear, kissed it like water, and then said softly: "Three years ago, the horse didn't hurt my leg, I was hit by a silver needle, and the needle was poisonous." The harvest was fast that day, and others didn't notice it. I have been hiding in the scroll of the hunting picture of my father, but Xue Ling split it into two and took the half of the painting with Xue Yihan. The needle was in her hand, but she didn't necessarily know it. If there is a .....". Wei Yi's hand stroked from the top of Qi Qingyi's head to the end of his hair before he said slowly: "I'd rather never have it." ”

Qi Qingyi was overly sad at the time, and did not ask Wei Yi why he talked about this. On the second day, Chen Wang Wei Yi died. After the funeral, she didn't care to chew Princess Yongle's words: "Your father is tied to Wei Long's death." ”

God was embarrassed beforehand, but Zhuge did a very good job afterwards, not to mention that Qi Qingyi had tasted the warmth and coldness of his gaffe for three years, how could he not even connect with this simple cause and effect.

Even though Wei Yi never said anything about the easier things in the world except on the eve of his death, there will inevitably be disturbances between the husband and wife. And at the beginning, Qi Qingyi was still reluctant to let his husband be harmed by the villain, and tried his best to find the truth. Although in the end, the mantis arm was used as a car, but in the process, there were always some doorways. Moreover, before getting married, he deliberately came to his house to say goodbye. Although the atmosphere was heavy at that time about King Chen's leg injury, when it came to Tuoba Milling, the little cousin's tone was also more excited than the parting injury.

A few days later, the Pingcheng incident happened, and Qi Qingyi of course suspected that Wuwu was framed, but she never suspected Qi Shiyan. Mo said that he suspected Qi Shiyan's involvement, and he didn't even suspect that Qi Shiyan knew.

Qi Qingyi was born in the years when the Qi family was full of flowers, and he knew etiquette, and the people who were proud of the spring breeze were all gentle gentlemen. Qi Shiyan's career is proud, famous all over the world, in front of several daughters, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a model for choosing a son-in-law, how could she doubt such a father.

Qi Qingyi didn't dare to tell anyone about his conjecture at that time, Wei Yi was the king of Chen, recruiting people everywhere to take precautions, the two of them were walking on thin ice, thinking about it again and again, Qi Qingyi forced himself to forget about it.

When a person is dead, what about the living?

It wasn't until Wei Yi said that he was going to retreat to the cold frontier that Qi Qingyi began to be anxious all day. The soldiers are in danger, so they can test Wei Long without worry. Unexpectedly, it was Qi Shiyan who came out of the temptation.

In those days, she sat quietly on the bed, leaning on a soft pillow, sometimes remembering her husband and sometimes thinking about her father.

These two people are the most important men in their lives. is so similar, they all give themselves endless joy, and then bring the greatest despair in their lives.

Qi Qingyi realized after Wei Yi's death that it turned out that the whisper in his ear that night was that Wei Yi had expected that he was going to die. This man, who has been giving up for three years, still chose to let at the last moment, or rather, he has no qualifications to not let go. So he accepted it so calmly, people died and died, and the living were left to bear his share of suffering.

And Qi Shiyan, since Wei Long ascended the throne, he has cut off contact with Chen Wangfu, and he doesn't even like Qi Qingyi to return home, and the kindness between father and daughter is gone. Of course, he wants to bow down and change the two Taiping, but the jade of Lantian can be used as a tile for how long. Even if there is no Qi Qingyi pregnant, the Qi family will return to their hometown as they wish, can Chen Wangfu really live like this for the rest of his life? I'm afraid not.

Some people, by birth, are thorns. Either it's so sharp that it's impossible to touch, or it's just unplugged. Even if you retreat for a while, you can't retreat for a lifetime.

Qi Qingyi touched his lower abdomen with his hand, and everything was already in the past. It's not that she doesn't believe her father, but except for her father's real participation, there is no reason to explain Princess Yongle's hatred.

But whose hatred will be light? Didn't she hate Qi Qingyi? After Wei Yi's death, she was shocked to realize that when she thought of this husband, she was full of hatred. Those winds and snows are all fake, but because Wei Yi has no effort, he gives them so happily. Once the wind and rain were miserable, he could not give anything to his wife. can't give favor, can't give peace, and even, don't even want to give life.

She thought of her father Qi Shiyan again, and she still hated it. As soon as the palace gate entered the deep sea, it was not enough to send in a sister, and he sent his daughter in, and finally did not hesitate to let his niece die to save the glory of the door. "Your father even killed Wei Long without worry", she thought of this sentence, and almost vomited out of hatred, and hated to get up and go back to Qi Mansion to ask Qi Shiyan, what is this for?

She even hated her third sister who was separated by a wall. It's not the third sister, it's her Qi Qingyi's wishful thinking, pretending to be deaf and dumb, thinking that by shouting the third sister, she really has flesh and blood affection, so that Xue Ling can save the baby in her belly regardless of her death. But Xue Ling obviously said that he would try his best to keep it, why, that night, he left himself?

However, in the end, all the hatred came back to herself. In this life, she followed her father at home and married her husband, so she did one thing from her heart, that is, by the hand of Princess Yongle, she died without worry to test Wei Long and whether she could let her husband go.

She hated herself for not being ruthless enough, knowing that Princess Yongle had fallen into the water, and she came to the door. The hatred was so bad that the pain caused by the bowl of potion was even worse, so that as soon as Xue Ling mentioned it, he immediately said, "Luo'er, it's me, it's me that night."

lest I forget this heartache, which was self-inflicted.