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By the time Ling Han got up, he had already heard the sound of riding a horse outside.

Why do you have to keep going? Her answer won't change at all.

Sitting back in his seat, Ling Han didn't speak, just rubbed his chin and looked at the burning candle.

Candles can provide light to people, but there will be a day when they will burn out.

Even if Feng Qianmo is so determined to welcome her back to the palace, there will always be a day when he will regret or disgust his current life, why bother!

She also didn't want to go with a group of women to serve a man.

Thinking of this, my heart seemed to suddenly brighten up, and I returned to my normal appearance, as if nothing had happened.

What Ling Han didn't notice was that the little Meng Qiqi beside her had been paying attention to her every move, but he didn't make a sound.

There seemed to be a sudden silence around the surroundings, and even the sound of frogs calling outside could be heard clearly.

The curtain was gently lifted, but the sound of the fabric rubbing against it was still clearly heard in the room.

Raising his head and seeing the old woman slowly walking in from outside, Ling Han was a little puzzled, but he didn't make a sound.

The low sobbing sound swirled in his ears again, but Ling Han knew that there were some things that should not be asked.

Not to mention that the difference between her and the old woman was only that of a guest and a host, and that the old woman would have told her if she wanted to know.

Moreover, Ling Han didn't feel that he was so familiar with the old woman that he could confide in his heart.

The old woman just glanced at Ling Han meaningfully, then didn't say anything, turned around and went back to her room.

Little Meng Qiqi beside him lowered his voice and asked with some doubts, "Mother, did this old grandmother cry before dinner?" ”

But why can't you see any emotions now?

After all, it's a child.,It's relatively novel about many things.,It's also full of curiosity.。

Ling Han just stretched out his hand and stroked the little Meng Qiqi beside him, "Okay, children's families, don't think too much." Hurry up and go to sleep! ”

It was really far-fetched to say that Ling Han wasn't curious about this matter, but she was more able to control her emotions.

Behind him, little Mengqiqi muttered, "I just slept after eating, I really look like a pig!" ”

Ignoring Xiao Mengqiqi's words, Ling Han just sat back on the kang without changing his face, but his eyes were relatively deep.

The night was getting deeper, and when Ling Han woke up, even she was a little strange.

Unknowingly, she fell asleep, and looked at Xiao Mengqiqi, who was sleeping in obscene clothes next to her, and the corners of her mouth raised a smile.

This child took off her clothes by herself, and she didn't wake her up.

Looking at the moon hanging high in the night sky outside the window, Ling Han's heart trembled slightly.

The bright night spread over the earth, and it looked so gentle and soft.

At this time, it was as bright as day, as if the sky had already been darkened.

I wanted to fall asleep again, but I couldn't sleep, insomnia was really a luxury for Ling Han.

simply stopped sleeping, but leaned sideways, looking at the moonlight outside in a daze.

Since returning to the capital, from the first time she saw Feng Qianmo, she seemed to have an inextricable relationship with this man.

I can't figure it out.

I thought that if I didn't recognize this marriage, there would be nothing, but it wasn't.

Feng Qianmo was not as happy with her decision as she imagined.

On the contrary, I always hoped that she could return to King Jing's Mansion.

Whether it's because of her, or because of Xiao Meng Qiqi next to her, it's really rare for Feng Qianmo to insist so much.

Especially something like what happened during the day, in order to let her return to the palace, she did not hesitate to be mistaken for a broken sleeve on the street!

Although she doesn't have the same status as Feng Qianmo, she also knows very well how much impact this kind of thing will have on Feng Qianmo.

When the "broken sleeves" are spread, it will definitely not be lighter than the "loss of virginity" five years ago, but will be more serious.

After all, Feng Qianmo is a prince.

Suddenly, he was a little unsure of what Feng Qianmo was thinking, but he still felt that Feng Qianmo was a little stunned.

Again and again, he put down his face and asked her to answer the palace.

Actually, what's the trouble!

With a long sigh in his heart, Ling Han was about to fall asleep, but he heard a sporadic choking sound.

The voice was very subtle, and even Ling Han only heard it at this moment.

Feel the direction of the sound, but it is outside the door.

There was a sense of déjà vu, Ling Han tried to find it in his heart, but it quickly echoed the cry he heard when he came back at dusk today.

It was miserable and miserable, and the emotions that he tried to suppress in his crying surrounded Ling Han's body.

In this way, Ling Han, who couldn't sleep for a while, couldn't sleep even more, so he carefully sat up from the kang and looked out of the window along the window.

But he didn't see anyone suspicious.

Frowning slightly, he stood up from the bed, then put on his robes and walked off the kang lightly.

After all, little Monchiqi had already fallen asleep, and he couldn't disturb his sleep.

When the curtain was lifted, the extremely suppressed cry became clearer and clearer, and in terms of Ling Han's hearing, it seemed to be close to his ears.

I walked lightly to the voice, and when I was about to find it, the crying stopped abruptly.

All around, silence returned again, as if the cry had never existed.

The silent village, surrounded by the sounds of babies and insects, even seemed to echo in the ears.

Everything seems so weird.

If this was put on the body of an ordinary woman, she would have been scared out of her soul.

It's just that Ling Han is not an ordinary woman.

Ling Han was very sure that he had heard correctly, the crying was indeed there, and he should have stopped because he sensed her arrival.

Under the moonlight, Ling Han's gaze swept in the direction ahead, and when the corner of her eye noticed the thin figure under the haystack, she didn't say anything more, turned around and prepared to walk into the house.

It's an old woman.

She didn't understand what the old woman was crying for no reason, but she knew that the old woman didn't want her to see it, and she didn't want her to know.

Understanding, Ling Han naturally wouldn't stay in the courtyard with affection.

It's just that when he turned around, there was a hoarse voice behind him, "Little lady......"

The thick nasal voice still didn't go down, and it didn't deliberately hide it.

Ling Han knew very well that the "little lady" in the old woman's mouth was her.

Ling Han, who was already about to go back to the house, turned around unhurriedly, and said lightly, "Old man, did you get up to go to the toilet so late?" ”

Thinking that the old woman wanted a step, Ling Han pretended to know nothing and asked.

His gaze only swept faintly over the old woman's body, but he did not linger long.

I can't measure what the old woman thinks, so I can only say it to the last aspect, which at least won't be too embarrassing.

I watched the old woman stagger out of the haystack, and there seemed to be a teardrop on her face covered with the marks of time.

For the first time, I felt a tingling in my heart, and this stinging pain was unprovoked.

I don't know if it's because of the old woman's tears, or because of the old woman's suppressed emotions.

The old woman didn't say anything, but walked from the haystack to the small stone table in the courtyard and sat down.

It wasn't until her thin hands stretched out and motioned for Ling Han to sit across from her that Ling Han stepped forward slowly.

She sat down, but did not speak, just looked at the old woman.

It is specified that there is something to say to her, otherwise it doesn't mean to stop her, does it?

After a long silence, the old woman finally spoke up, but it sounded as if she were talking to herself.

"He and I can be said to be childhood sweethearts, growing up together. He is engaged to our family, but the person who is engaged to him is not me. ”

As if caught in a memory, the old woman didn't care about the changes on Ling Han's face in front of her, and the old woman spoke word by word.

"I know, you must have noticed my strangeness when you came back today, but I can't say it!"

The face of the vicissitudes of life is full of helplessness, but more than that, it is hatred.

"...... of the year"

……

The old woman said word by word, while Ling Han listened carefully, but the more she listened, the more her heart sank.

"I've been living here ever since, and I'd like to see him die a good death, but I can't."

"You don't know, it's that kind of pain that you can't moan. The pain of seeing the enemy right in front of you, but not being able to do anything. ”

When the last sentence fell, the old woman seemed to collapse, and the pair of thin hands were inserted between the temples, and the indescribable pain suddenly surged up, and swept all over the courtyard.

Ling Han didn't know how he got back into the house, and the words of the old woman were always echoing in his ears, "If you can find a man who loves you and is willing to give everything for you, then don't hesitate to marry him." ”

She didn't know why the old woman told her these things, especially since they were very secretive, although the old woman did not reveal the name of the enemy and a series of other things.

It's all about "he" instead.

But Ling Han could feel the heart-wrenching pain.

Lying on the kang, Ling Han couldn't sleep anymore, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at the moonlight outside the window in a daze.

What she won't know is that everything the old woman said today actually helped her or helped Feng Qianmo a lot in the future.

But that's another story.

"Mother, mother, mother......"

Faintly, Ling Han's ears heard Xiao Mengqiqi's somewhat hurried cry, he reluctantly opened his eyes, and looked at Xiao Mengqiqi beside him a little reluctantly.

Rubbing his worried eyes, Ling Han opened his mouth wide and yawned, "Ha......"

"What do you do waking me up early in the morning?"

Still in a daze, Ling Han seemed to have completely forgotten the events of last night.

Sensing that something was wrong in the air, Ling Han, who was still haunted by sleepy insects, suddenly came to his senses, "Is something happening?" ”

I have to say that Ling Han was still a little cute when she got up in the morning, just like she was at this time, she was extremely vigilant, but she opened her mouth to ask the little Meng Qiqi beside her.

Looking at Ling Han beside him with some tears and laughter, Xiao Meng Qiqi opened his mouth and said, "Mother, haven't you woken up yet!" ”

If something really happened, there would be no room for my mother to be here to guard against it.

"Whoa!" Seeing that Ling Han cast his eyes on him, Xiao Meng Qiqi handed over a letter in his hand and put it in Ling Han's hand.

When he saw the five big characters "Little Lady Personally Enlightened" written on the clean and plain white envelope, Ling Han's mind was dizzy.