m. . *9.*2.*文.*学.*First.*发.*m.*9.*2.*.*x.*bsp; Chapter 142 Just Feelings

"Qing Ruiyang, I don't know if Yunshuang will forgive you, but I want you to apologize to her." Although it didn't help, Yunshuang really needed to apologize now, whether it was Qing Ruiyang's sincerity or not.

"Yes, my brother understands." Although Qing Ruiyang is usually prodigal, he is not irresponsible in this kind of thing. Although Yunshuang seems to be the strongest person on Murong Zhi's side, she is still a girl after all.

"Let's go down first, Yunshuang needs to rest." Murong Zhi looked at Qing Ruiyang, who was already wilting, and couldn't say anything, so she could only reply softly, and then turn around and leave.

"Imperial sister-in-law...... Qing Ruiyang didn't know what he wanted to say, looking at Murong Zhi's turned around, his face was still cold, and he was very poor now.

"You owe Yunshuang." Murong Zhi knew what he wanted to express by looking at his eyes. But she has already said that she is not suitable for love, nor for these long and short years.

Her words are just stating the facts, stating the established facts that Qing Ruiyang has done, and she can't control the rest of the things, and there is no need to manage them, it's so good, everyone's grievances, loves and hates should be their own business, and it has nothing to do with others or anyone.

Qing Ruiyang was speechless, and could only watch Murong Zhi's silhouette slowly leave his sight. What could he say? I have done everything that should be done and what I shouldn't do, and naturally I have to bear the consequences, what else to say?

Qing Ruifan came over that night. Lixia originally thought that the two of them would sit together and talk about some small things that were quite homely. But she was wrong.

The current Qing Ruifan looks more like he is here to question. He looked at Murong Zhi, his face was cold, with a disgust that seemed to be nothing. This made Lixia suddenly feel frightened.

"What about Zhi? Where is she? Qing Ruifan's voice was very cold, and he looked as if he was fine, but the more he was like this, the more Lixia felt that something was wrong, and without saying a word, he went directly to the apse to find Murong Zhi.

Yun Shuang was originally very energetic, even if she slept, it was only because of Murong Zhi's hand knife. Now that it's almost time, it's natural to wake up. But she didn't say anything, and quietly packed her luggage and prepared to go back to Liulizhuang.

How can Murong Zhi be willing? But she really couldn't make Yunshuang even angrier, so she could only stay at the door and not say a word, just in case she was afraid that she would really run away. Yunshuang knew that there was Murong Zhi outside, and she also knew her thoughts, so she didn't say that she wanted to leave, but she definitely didn't want to stay, the two of them were just deadlocked, one inside and one outside.

When Li Xia came over, she looked at Murong Zhi who was at the door. She was quite idle, with a sword in her hand, dancing as if she was thinking or something. Seeing her focused, she didn't want to say that Qing Ruifan was outside, but she couldn't do nothing.

"Niangniang, the emperor is here." Lixia lowered her head slightly, her hands clenched tightly, and pressed them against her stomach. She didn't know how to behave at all now, the tension in her heart overrode everything, and what kind of person Murong Zhi was, naturally, was completely in her eyes.

She and Qing Ruifan's current state is very delicate, there is no possibility of taking a step forward, but there is no room for taking a step back. Qing Ruifan can only be what she says, even if Murong Zhi doesn't like it anymore, she can only bite the bullet, after all, her current identity is just Qing Ruifan's, the queen.

"Let's go, let's see." Murong Zhi put away the sword, then gently put it behind his back, glanced at Li Xia, turned around and walked towards the main hall where Qing Ruifan was. She and Qing Ruifan, I don't know how, they got to the current step.

"Emperor." Murong Zhi's salutation was not respectful at all, it was an unusually almost calm estrangement. Murong Zhi has reached such a point with him.

"Ah Zhi......" Qing Ruifan turned to look at Murong Zhi, there was no trace of the previous affection in his eyes, instead he was as respectful as Murong Zhi.

"What does the Emperor have to say?" Murong Zhi always thought that Qing Ruifan came to her to have something to say. She never thinks about her importance in Qing Ruifan's heart, and she has always thought most bluntly about the relationship between Qing Ruifan and her own interests.

It's never about feelings, let alone love?

"Ah Zhi, what do you mean by the Phoenix Order you gave me today?" Li Yu sent a message asking for the Phoenix Order brought by Murong Zhi and the Phoenix Order that Qing Ruifan saw in the end were not on the same standard at all.

Qing Ruifan asked for a marriage contract between Qing Jingyao and Chu Zhaonan, but what Li Yu brought back was a blank edict, and he didn't know what Murong Zhi had done wrong.

Of course, Qing Ruifan could give the marriage by himself, but he still wanted Murong Zhi to come. His sister must marry in a beautiful way to be good, and to promote this justification, it has nothing to do with Murong Zhi, but he just wants to get Murong Zhi's edict, as if he can feel at ease.

"It doesn't mean anything else." Murong Zhi just didn't want to be so eager. Even if it's a foregone conclusion, she still wants to jump twice, at least not to lose so ugly.

Everyone is the same, between the interval between catching or not catching, there is always a gambler's mind that does not want to give up, maybe the next step, can really have a turnaround? ”

Murong Zhi has seen too much love and hatred, maybe there will be a different style of interpretation in Chu Zhaonan? This kind of fluke-like conjecture made Murong Zhi begin to melt slowly, and she didn't treat many things as radically as she thought before.

"If the emperor is really so eager, wouldn't it be the same if he personally issued an edict? I have to ask for this paper phoenix order. Murong Zhi's voice was more or less unhappy. Does it really matter who ordered it? But that's the simple question.

"Ah Zhi, you ......" Qing Ruifan looked at Murong Zhi's angry expression, and suddenly didn't know what he should say. Murong Zhi has a natural momentum, as long as she is angry, everyone can't find anything to say in front of her, and there is no place to stay.

Murong Zhi was now standing upright, with a kind of confidence and domineering in her eyes that she didn't know where it came from. At this moment, Qing Ruifan suddenly began to suspect that he was wrong - is such a high-spirited woman really suitable for herself?

"The emperor doesn't need to ask my opinion, and he can't change anything anyway." Murong Zhi didn't want to speak at all now, not even to see Qing Ruifan. She didn't know why, but she knew that whenever she saw Qing Ruifan's face, she would subconsciously think of Yang Li'er. Gentle and gentle, delicate and weak, not suitable for yourself at all, you will feel disgusting when you see it.

There are many kinds of women in this world, but among the ones Murong Zhi has seen, Yang Li'er is the softest, quiet but planning too much. She didn't know what she wanted to do, but she just wasn't happy at all.

"yes, I know." Qing Ruifan didn't know why he was starting to get frizzy in his heart, and seeing that Murong Zhi's face was full of things that didn't concern him, he was also extremely unhappy in his heart. He didn't know what else he had to do to impress the stone, but he knew he was tired now.

More than one person has said that Murong Zhi is not easy to deal with, but Qing Ruifan has always thought that as long as she insists enough, there will definitely be a response, but now, all the good things have been said, and she still hasn't said anything. Instead, he showed his penchant for power, began to persecute his concubines, contradicted himself, and gradually became what he didn't like.

After a long time, Qing Ruifan still moved his pace, turned around and threw his sleeves away. Murong Zhi stood in place, a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth. She has already said that the human heart is a very mysterious thing, and even the best friends have the saying that "knowing people and knowing faces but not knowing their hearts".

The reason why Qing Ruifan likes her is nothing more than to pursue different thrills. Yang Li'er's well-behaved and sensible makes Qing Ruifan very useful, but after a long time, he will naturally become tired, and Murong Zhi's appearance can only be said to have given Qing Ruifan a different experience.

No matter how good she is, she simply meets his requirements, once his requirements change or get bored, giving up is only a momentary thing, why should she be obsessed with this one point?

"Mother." Li Xia looked at Murong Zhi's curled arc, and could basically tell what her emotions were. But she couldn't intervene in this kind of thing, so she could only call Murong Zhi softly, which was a comfort.

"Lixia, help me move a chair to the cloister." What happened in the past two days made her feel uncomfortable too. Chu Zhaonan came back, but faced with the choice of a marriage contract, Qing Ruiyang was willing to marry Yunshuang, but for other reasons, he was finally declared war by Yang Li'er, but his heart was not happy, all things were tangled together, and only Lixia, although he was misunderstood, he still understood his heart, and he was comforted.

"But mother, it's snowing outside." Lixia stood in the doorway, glanced outside, and then hesitated in her voice. After all, the cloister is a place where the wind is open, and it is cold on a snowy night, so why do you have to go outside?

"It doesn't matter, just move in." Murong Zhi has practiced martial arts for so many years, but he is not afraid of a snowy day. She just wanted to be quiet. I once visited a small temple, and there was only one bhikshuni in the temple, an ancient Buddha with green lanterns, and a blue cloth cloth, plain but not simple.

At that time, she received Murong Zhi, who was dying of hunger and was training at the extreme, fed her water, saved her true qi, and then recited the Buddha's name. Murong Zhi smiled when he woke up with the Buddha's name, looked at the bhikshuni's already relaxed face, and bent down to thank him.

"The donor's heart is floating, the disadvantages are mixed, and the remaining growth is short, so I can't sigh." The words of a bhikshuni, like those of all Buddhist monasteries, seem to be easy to understand, but there must be a deeper meaning hidden behind them.

The bhikshuni said that her heart was floating, and then she tried to find a way to calm her mind. By the time he felt that he had learned well, there were no bhikshunis on the mountain, the ruined temple seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time, white cobwebs were everywhere, and withered earth dragons were wreaking havoc on the rickety walls. It's over.

Now that I think about it, it seems that I am really starting to be impetuous—then sit down, use the cold to concentrate myself, think about it, and then start to read through the recent events.