She reached out and took the yellow satin purse, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

How could she not remember this purse?

Shock, bitterness, nostalgia... After Song Qingge tossed and turned between her internal organs, a feeling of soreness swelled up in her throat, "You, are you really Brother Xiao?" Between the eyes of the water cut, there was already a layer of glittering tears.

"Brother Xiao in your mouth has long since died, and now my name is Luo Jingsheng, and I am a disciple of Wuluan Mountain." His extraordinary face was full of coldness, and the words that came out of his mouth carried a touch of coldness in every word.

"Brother Xiao, it's really you, you're still alive..."

She cried, her hands outstretched around his waist, her cheeks pressed against his crescent-colored robes, and she hugged him tightly.

Although she snorted, the tip of her nose was filled with the fragrance of gorse on his body, which made her feel extremely relieved at this moment.

Luo Jingsheng didn't move, just stood, his hands hanging down to his sides, his eyes were surging with pain, but his face was still cold.

"Is the second lady hugging enough?"

After a long time, he asked her coldly.

Song Qingge, who was still wrapped around his chest, was stunned, and she found that he was standing separately. She hurriedly broke free from his arms and wiped away the tears stained on his shirt with a silk handkerchief, "I'm sorry, I was rude and stained your clothes..."

But somehow, she wiped the tears several times but couldn't wipe them off, she was in a hurry, and the tears fell down again, and the tears fell more and more, and she couldn't stop them.

She tried her best not to let herself cry.

Luo Jingsheng's heart fluctuated one after another, and he grabbed her wrist, "It's just a piece of clothing, the second lady doesn't have to take it to heart." ”

Song Qingge lowered his head, his throat was blocked, "When I rushed outside King Xiao's mansion, I saw that the fire in the sky burned King Xiao's mansion red, as red as King Song's mansion, and there were palace guards guarding outside the mansion, I couldn't get close, I only heard the cry from the mansion and the sound of the house collapsing. I could only cry and shout from afar, but I couldn't do anything..."

"Later, I heard that the fire burned Xiao Wang's Mansion to ashes, and none of the people inside survived, all of them were like Song Wangfu, and there was nothing..."

"I thought, I thought you too..."

She clutched the purse tightly in her hand, and looked at him with tears on her face, full of distress.

"You think I'm like the rest of the house, and I'm going to be reduced to ashes with that fire, right?" Luo Jingsheng grabbed her hand fiercely, and her eyes turned red.

"It's my fault, I should have begged my cousin anyway and asked him to do everything he could to save you, but the fire burned too fast..."

She was crying breathlessly.

"Ask for a piece of forgetfulness?" He sneered, "I'm afraid, he wishes I had died in that fire sooner!" The coldness on his face became more and more intense.

"No, cousin, he won't." Song Qingge shook his head vigorously, "He loves me the most, as long as I ask him to do something, he will satisfy me." ”

"Yes, how much he loves you, he didn't care about the safety of the Hou Mansion to save you, and took you back to the mansion to take care of you for so many years. Now that he loves you, pities you, and loves you, isn't marrying him your wish? ”

He approached little by little, a chill brushing her delicate cheeks.

She cried and shook her head desperately, "No, no..."

"If that's not the case, why do you still want to marry Jiang Wanyin after he marries him? Since you are bent on marrying him, I have granted your wish! ”

With hatred on his face, he took the purse she clutched.

"Brother Xiao, it's not like this, it's really not like this..." she wanted to explain, but found that she didn't know where to explain.

Luo Jingsheng stared at her who was crying hoarsely, and left with her sleeves brushed up.

How he survived those days in Wuluan Mountain, he did not forget, and he did not dare to forget.

She sat in the east garden full of goldfinch, and the orange lantern candlelight sprinkled on her, making her feel cold.

"Brother Xiao, it's not what you think..."Furou was still muttering an explanation when she rushed in to help her out of the East Garden.

She doesn't complain about falling into the mirror, she doesn't complain, she doesn't complain at all.

She thought that he must have had a hard time alone for so many years.

When she returned to the Hou Mansion, she fell seriously ill.

Duan Wuchen knew that Song Qingge was sick, but seven days later, the waiter told him that he saw the Taifu quietly go out from the back door of Zhuyun Garden.

When he thought about it, he realized that he hadn't seen her in a while.

The night he was drunk, he ran into her house and messed around, he could vaguely remember something. If it had been in the past, he would have apologized to her as soon as he woke up.

But now that she's done such a thing, he doesn't want to see her.

Between his eyebrows, there was a burst of anxiety.

"Master Hou, why don't you go and ask Furou first to see how the second lady's body is?" The clerk was beside him, bowing his head and asking him.

Song Qingge's body was already weak, and he didn't know how many times he was sick during the years he stayed in the Hou Gongfu, and every time, he stayed by her bedside.

"Go ahead and ask."

He pondered for a moment and spoke.

"Yes."

Receiving his response, the waiter hurriedly withdrew.

When she retreated to the door, she happened to meet Jiang Wanyin, and when she saw him in a hurry, she said, "Go ahead." ”

"Husband, I heard that Sister Qingge has been sick for several days." Jiang Wanyin presented the ginseng soup in Ruxiang's hand to him.

He put down the bamboo slip in his hand and stared at her, "When she is sick, she also suffers by herself, and Madame doesn't have to pity her." ”

Jiang Wanyin hooked her eyebrows and pretended to sigh, "It's also very strange to say, how come Sister Qingge got sick as soon as she came back from Changle Mansion, and I don't know what happened to her in Changle Mansion that night?" ”

Duan Wangchen's eyes tightened, "Ah Ge went to Changle Mansion?" ”

"Yes, Yin'er also listened to the little guy who guarded the door in the house. Oops, I thought that my husband was good friends with Luo Gongzi and knew about it. ”

She blinked, explaining to him.

"I'm going to Zhuyun Garden!" He got up from the bench and walked straight out of the study.

Jiang Wanyin stared at his back as he left in a hurry, and snorted coldly.

He and the waiter stepped into Zhuyun Garden one after the other, and the waiter was also a little surprised when he saw him coming suddenly, "Master Hou, why did you come here too?" ”

"You're waiting outside."

His tone was very displeased.

The waiter immediately bowed his head and stood outside the house.

Fu Rou fed Song Qingge and drank the medicine, and when he retreated, he just met him, and hurriedly bowed his head and retreated.

Song Qingge looked sickly, and her lips were a little pale, "Don't you care about me?" At this moment, she is no different from when she lost her temper with him in the past.

"Do you want me to leave you alone? Did you want to leave me for a long time? ”

Duan Wuchen didn't get too close to her, he was half a foot away from her, but she could feel that his whole body exuded a terrifying aura.