Her eyes turned red for a moment, "What did you say?" You repeat? ”

"Have you forgotten?" Fu Chongxue smiled coldly, she was like a sharp knife piercing Xia Qing's gradually cold heart. "He may or may not have you in his heart, but in the end, you are sorry for him. As a result, he lost the position of the son of the world, and since then he has lived a mediocre life. When you have been with him for a long time, it is impossible not to know his heart's desire. ”

Yes, he longs for the position of son.

Xia Qing suddenly slumped into her chair. His Royal Highness, freshly dressed and angry, is full of spirit, hopes to make a career, and secretly competes for the position of the prince, and has always been obsessed. How could she not know. Such a lifelong goal was lost because of a small omission. Xia Qing opened her mouth, her brows furrowed, and her heart ached. It was different from when I was locked up, and my hands and feet gradually seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

She trembled, and the anger in her eyes had mostly disappeared. He said silently, "Bright Moon Pearl...... Bright Moon Pearl...... I'm the one who hurt you......" She sobbed quietly, even though she was imprisoned in this little dry courtyard, she had never seen her so sad. Xia Qing's throat seemed to be choked on something, and she whimpered. She tugged at her neckline, her slender fingers almost transparent.

Xia Qing never thought that she had always hoped that she could stand by Jing Zheng's side in a dignified manner, although she knew that it was impossible, after all, she had a low status. But there is always a faint hope, hoping that he can take care of the things up and down the palace, even if he has no name, but there will be a trace of irreplaceable figure in his heart. She is suspicious, she is irritable, and her possessiveness for Lian Wang Jingzheng is expanding day by day, and she wants to express herself more and more.

But who knows, that move hurt the man he loves the most. For her, Jing Zheng is heaven, earth, home, and warmth. Because of Yingge's unborn child, she was more angry than guilty, but now, her hatred for herself far exceeded that of Yingge in front of her. The little girl with a bright moon bead on her head was obviously mocking her, but she was powerless to refute. Xia Qing's face flushed, sniffing, there were tears in her eyes but she didn't let them come out, and the tears that had already flowed down were still hanging on her cheeks.

She's really a beauty embryo.

Fu Chongxue thought.

She didn't say anything, turned and closed them and went out. He glanced back at the gray tiles, on which dew was condensed, dripping down the eaves. Although Xia Qing is short-tempered and does not distinguish between rewards and punishments, she once had almost strict requirements for herself, and with her permission, she can only meet King Lian.

But now, she has some pity for this woman.

At night, Jing Zheng came back from the flowers and drinks outside.

Fu Chongxue waited for her to change her clothes. Jing Zheng turned his head and smelled the fragrance on her body, like a pear stewed in rock sugar for a long time. He held her hair and greedily enjoyed the sweet taste with his eyes closed. Yingge obediently beside him, rubbing his shoulders, she asked softly with crooked eyebrows: "Your Highness, you are tired today, rest early." ”

Jing Zheng nodded, Yingge's cuteness always made him forget his troubles. Ever since the position of the prince fell into the hands of King Rui Jingchi, he has been anxious and depressed. Even if Zhao Erze was caught, he had been thinking about how to make the most of this key chess piece. In the past few days, he has been thinking about many times more things than in the usual spring.

He suddenly shook Yingge's hand.

Yingge smiled and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Jing Zheng didn't speak, tonight was exceptionally cold, not as gentle as the melting of everything in spring. A few days ago, there was a huge hailstorm in Great Xia, and everyone said that it was not an auspicious omen.

He shook his head and said, "Sleep." ”

Yingge blew out the candle lamp, lowered the bead curtain, and the sound of Jing Zheng's steady breathing in the room fell into his ears. She was like a well-behaved snake, lying on the man's chest, her hair scattered, and the corners of her mouth smiling in the dark. Suddenly, footsteps came out of the door. A servant girl hurriedly walked over and whispered, "Has Your Highness slept?" ”

The maidservant who kept vigil replied, "I just rested, what is the matter?" ”

"Summer ...... Mrs. Xia died. ”

The servant girl was taken aback, "When did it happen?" ”

"The bodies are already stiff, probably in the afternoon. Originally, I delivered the food to the door in the evening and left, but when I came to pick it up, I didn't see a mouthful, and even the chopsticks were neatly placed there. The man opened the door and saw that she had hanged herself. She wore a bright floral dress and embroidered shoes with gold and silver thread on her feet. The handmaid replied.

Jing Zheng didn't fall asleep, he clearly heard the conversation between the two outside the door, and he sat up.

Yingge also got up, she held his hand tightly, and suddenly cried, "It's me who is not good, Sister Xia Qing was locked up because of me." She was pitiful, and her tears were glistening. Yingge was originally the victim of this matter, but every time she complained about herself, Jing Zheng patted her twice comfortingly, and walked out of the door with her clothes on.

"You go to sleep first."

Yingge watched him out, and a hint of sarcasm appeared faintly at the corner of his mouth.

When Jing Zheng met Xia Qing, she was as scorching as fireworks. Wearing a big flower skirt, he waved at himself in the restaurant. The women beside him used to be obedient, and suddenly a proud woman with a strong temper appeared, and he immediately remembered it. This was the first woman in his house, and he was initially struggling with his strong personality. But Xia Qing changed after entering the palace, she was narrow-minded and wanted to control herself, but she liked to pretend to be generous. I haven't read a book, but I talk childishly.

She became more and more bored, would not discipline her subordinates, was jealous, and preferably harmed his unborn child.

When she died, he realized that he was fresh for this woman, but he didn't love or hate.

"Let's bury it according to the rules." He commanded.

"Yes."

The night was dark and dark.

Fu Chongxue was lying on the bed playing with her hair, she smiled, and finally cleared a dispensable obstacle, and her status in this palace will only get higher and higher in the future. Her eyes were red with the candle, and they crackled and fell.

The next morning, staring at the red and swollen eyes appeared in front of everyone, she wore a plain dress. put a jade bracelet in Xia Qing's coffin, "This is what she gave me back then, and I will return it to her." Burn some paper money, I hope she will have a good life in the next life. Yingge spoke softly, and took some broken silver from his cuff and gave it to his subordinates.

"Miss Yingge, don't you hate her?" A servant girl asked in a whisper.

She sighed: "I used to be like sisters, and they have all passed." To repay unrighteousness for injustice is still unrighteousness. I, Yingge, don't want to be this unrighteous person. ”

Fu Chongxue looked at the sky.

This is a true saying.

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