At night, Song Yun was lying alone on the soft collapse, I don't know if it was because of the rain outside or what, I always felt stuffy and short of breath, and I couldn't breathe, and a bunch of messy things always appeared in my mind.

What he thought about the most was what Zhaoyang said to himself, if he didn't like it, how could he be like this? But when the word likes is mentioned, Song Yun's heart does not (forbidden jìn) chuckle.

I once thought that the person I loved the most was Qin Shihao, and he was also the person he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, but he was a king and was destined to have three wives and four concubines, but what Song Yun couldn't accept was that he married his sister who was an enemy of Song Yun everywhere.

She resented him, and hated him even more, but she didn't know why, when she saw Qin Shihao again, she would be unfazed, as if it was none of her business, others said that she couldn't understand Song Yun's thoughts, but she knew in her heart that if she didn't (love) someone, how could she care about good or bad?

"Zhaoyang, you say, what do people live for?" Song Yun looked at Zhaoyang, who was holding a needle and thread not far away, and by the faint candlelight, he opened his mouth and said.

I thought that this Song Yun was already asleep, but the sudden sound startled Zhaoyang, and he thought that he would rub his somewhat itchy head with a needle, and it would be better to dip it in oil by the way.

But as soon as he was halfway through this action, he was interrupted by Song Yun, and looked at Song Yun in front of him with a resentful expression.

is different from Lotus's timidity and cowardice, and also different from Tingting's eccentricity, Zhaoyang is more like the kind of female man who breaks the routine and dares to act, and has always been straightforward and fast-talking.

"Miss, although the slave doesn't know what this person lives for, the slave knows that if you scare the slave and maid like this again, I'm afraid that the maid will not have anything in this life."

Hearing Zhaoyang's words, Song Yunbu (forbidden jìn) sneered, fell asleep at all, turned over (body shēn) sat up (body shēn), turned (body shēn) got off the bed chuáng, and walked to Zhaoyang (body shēn) to watch her do needlework.

Zhaoyang's needlework is incomparable to ordinary people, and Song Yun will always be curious, even if this guy's mouth is powerful, even the manual work is so powerful, who would have thought that a frizzy guy would have such ability.

"So, what do people live for?" Song Yun muttered in her mouth, but this time she was not asking Zhaoyang, but asking herself again.

I am already a person who has lived once, but it is also this time that I understand what is called the inviolability of destiny, and I may only be able to escape for a while, but I can't escape for a lifetime.

In the previous life, (奶nǎi) (奶nǎi) was burned alive by Song Zi's people in Songhetang, and I thought that in this life, I could save (奶nǎi) (奶nǎi) by relying on the calculation of time, but (奶nǎi) (奶nǎi) (奶nǎi) was finally tied up by Song Zi with a car with five flowers, and even put down the raging fire in front of everyone's eyes, but I couldn't do anything about it.

There is also Yuan Che, who was made into medicine by Song Zi alive in his previous life, but in this life, he was thrown down from a tall building by Song Zi alive and turned into a blood cake on the ground.

The only thing that has been changed by himself is that the current national luck is that the monarch has changed from Qin Shihao to Qin Jingnan, and he has also changed from the queen to an ordinary official concubine.

I don't say that I am a mentor of a girl's family, and this system of three princes and nine kings will not be hereditary.

In addition, now that Song Renju is missing, Song Yun's heart is not (forbidden jìn) hangs in the air.

Looking at Song Yun's preoccupied appearance, Zhaoyang put down the needle and thread in his hand, stepped forward and knelt at Song Yun's feet, he had never seen this girl perform such a big gift, Song Yun was a little curious, what is this girl going to do?

Just thinking about it, Zhaoyang opened his mouth and said: "Miss, people should live for themselves, not for others, this worship, I hope Miss can be herself, as before, innocent." ”

Innocent, it's not easy to talk about, I watched the people closest to me betrayed, bullied, and left one by one, for Song Yun, these painful memories were like swamps.

When you sink into one of your feet, you will quickly find it difficult to extricate yourself, knowing that later, it will be difficult for someone to pull you.

"Miss, why are you embarrassed by yourself?" Although Zhaoyang speaks strongly, his mind is more delicate and intimate than anyone else's, and if it weren't for the fact that he saw that the matter (情qíng) was to be solved satisfactorily, he was willing to call Zhaoyang back to his own side.

But why doesn't this Song Yun want to let go of herself? It's just that it backfired, and I fought against fate for so long, but everything seemed to be in vain.

Some people can get everything they want without much effort, while some people don't wait for a trace of pity and expectation even if they squeeze their heads and rub their edges, and they are not even qualified to look at them.

"How do I let myself go?" Song Yun's eyes looked out of the window not far away, at this time it was raining lightly outside the window, Song Yun's eyes were full of Zhaoyang's unreadable (情qíng) feeling, and there seemed to be something behind Zhaoyang's back that she didn't let her know (情qíng).

Although he was full of curiosity, after all, it was the master in front of him, so Zhaoyang had to endure the depression in his heart and open his mouth to solve problems for Song Yun.

"Miss, in this world, only the word (情qíng) (爱ài) is the most difficult to give up, and it is also the most difficult to understand, and I don't know how many people are like us in this matter, and they want to make an appointment here to wander around the necropsy in the bitter sea, right?"

I don't know if Zhaoyang's words really worked, Song Yun only felt that it was best (love) that you grew up and matured a lot in an instant.

I saw Song Yun nodding with a smile, as if he understood what she meant, nodded, smiled at Zhaoyang, stepped forward and patted Zhaoyang's head, and turned (shēn) to leave.

"It's getting late, let's rest early." Song Yun said that Bai Nen urged Zhaoyang to go back to the room to rest, Zhaoyang was naturally unwilling, but Song Yun gave an order, and he didn't have much to say, nodded with a melancholy face, and walked to the lower room with a hairpin that Song Yun gave him today.

After watching Zhaoyang leave, Song Yun breathed a sigh of relief, these Zhaoyang Ping(日rì) are pure ghost ideas, and today (日rì) look at it, it can be regarded as quite wise, looking at the back that disappeared in the distance, Song Yun sighed softly.

I have indeed lived for others all my life, if I can, can I be my true self once, instead of under the protection of you, you, under the protection of Qin Jingnan, I have barely survived and secretly survived until now.

At this moment, Song Yun's eyes widened

Eyes up, staring at the ceiling, he hasn't been out of touch with society, in this case, it's better to play his old job, I heard that Feng Qi was transferred to the palace, as long as you pay more attention to yourself on weekdays, it's also interesting to be with Feng Qi, and you can learn knowledge by the way.

Thinking about it, Song Yun jumped up from the bed (body shēn) excitedly, and with an excited face, he couldn't sleep with joy.

(End of chapter)