If I had known that Ruan Qingmeng was such a person, if I had known that Chang Yuqiong would be so virtuous...... Will he insist on getting out of marriage with Chang Yuqiong and being with Ruan Qingmeng?

I heard that Hanyang County, because it began to increase the number of chickens, ducks and geese a few years ago, and the widespread planting of white stacks and alfalfa, the locust plague just showed signs and was quickly suppressed.

For most of the month in the south of the locusts, only a little of the winter wheat they planted in the north was eaten by the locust plague, and the rest had already been harvested after a bumper harvest!

Now that there is a disaster in the south, if the newly harvested wheat from the north arrives, it will definitely be able to settle the current dispute in the court.

She has been in the northwest for three years, and she is also older at this time, but she has never been married, is she still thinking about herself, so she is unwilling to let people at will?

She must have remembered herself!

In fact, he, in fact, should have her in his heart, and after she left, he realized that something was missing.

Now that the more time passes, and he hears that she is living a prosperous life in the northwest, the more he can't help but think about her.

Especially after arguing with Ruan Qingmeng, I couldn't help but think of the figure she used to follow behind him calmly, and the eyes that Qing Lingling once looked at him......

After all, they have been engaged for so many years, how could she forget him! She must be waiting for him, too!

King Heng covered his heart, a little aggrieved, a little unwilling, and a little expectant, he couldn't help but kneel in front of the bookcase and be silent for a long time, and wrote a letter.

"Chang Jiaqingqing, after a farewell in the past, the two places are now hanging ......"

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But this letter was not delivered to Adam at all.

The rain in early summer was too urgent, and the bridge for pedestrians was broken, and the basil in the willow shade on the shore moved, and a small boat was propped up.

The boat is an ordinary boat, Wupeng is simple, there is no identity mark, far away out of the mountain soaked in twilight, the canopy has rain and jumping beads indiscriminately, the breeze blows the light shade, and the sleeves on the boat are faintly seen.

There were indeed people on board.

The young man leaned on the canopy, and was in his prime, with white hosta hairpin, rain and mist soaked with wide sleeves, his posture was lazy, his demeanor was graceful, and his mask hung obliquely on his face.

I can't see the facial features clearly, but for no reason, I feel that I must be a peerless person, so that I can stand up to this noble and elegant demeanor.

He played with a letter between his fingers, and when the letter was opened, the paper was wet with the rain, and the ink began to blur, and with a pull of his fingers, the letter was torn apart, and he threw it into the river.

The surging foolish fish thought it was some delicious bait, and rushed over to grab it, only to know that it tasted bad when they ate it in their mouths, and vomited it out again and again, flicking their tails and swimming away.

"Look, even the fish know it stinks."

He laughed, and even the laughter was unhurried, reminiscent of the green sky washed by the rain on the top of the high mountain in Beiyan, as if it was the warmth of the heart and spleen.

When you really try to get closer, you know what it means to be silent and unreachable.

The guards watched the letter being torn mercilessly into pieces, scattered into the river and vomited out by the fish, slowly melting into the murky water, and his eyebrows jumped.

"Your Majesty, this letter is King Heng's wishful thinking, even if Niang Niang sees it, she will definitely not take it seriously, but will only lose it."

Shang Qing leaned on the canopy, letting the wet raindrops wet his hair, and his expression was scattered: "Well, I know." ”

"So you ......"

There's no need to vent your anger and tear it apart.

Shang Qing snorted, his eyes slowly opened, the eyelashes were thick and long, and they could even hang raindrops.

He said lazily: "Of course I'm not afraid of her letter, I'm afraid that this thing will be sent over and dirty her eyes." ”