Mu Xuefu was suddenly speechless when asked, her lips pursed slightly, she turned her face away, and said willfully: "No, if not, isn't it?" ”

Jing Rong cupped her face and asked her to face him, "Face this problem." ”

There was a layer of anger between Mu Xuefu's eyebrows, this assumption was not valid at all, and he forced her.

She straightened her neck and said loudly: "If you are the son of my enemy, then I would like to kill you, how can I marry you, and how can I allow myself to fall in love with you?" Her face was like a pool of water covered with a thin layer of ice, cold and cold, "You should be glad that you are not Jing Cangling's son, otherwise the cup of poisonous wine poured into Jing Zong's mouth may have already entered your stomach." ”

Her resolute appearance fell into Jing Rong's eyes for some reason, and she only felt funny, but she was also sad. Jing Rong smiled slightly and said, "Really?" Let's suppose that what would you do if it was my father who killed your whole family now? ”

Mu Xuefu knocked his hand off and glared at him angrily, "Jingrong, this assumption is not fun at all. ”

She couldn't accept this assumption at all, if Jing Rong was the son of her father's enemy, if it was two years ago, she would treat him like Jing Cangling's other children. But now it's different, she loves him, she can even give her own life, if someone tells her now that she loves the son of her enemy, I'm afraid she will go crazy.

Jing Rong didn't want to be angry with her, but some words were unpleasant. He took Mu Xuefu's hand, his sincere eyes reflected in her eyes, and said earnestly: "Fu'er, I understand your hatred, but there is one thing I have never agreed with you. The person who harmed your whole family is Jing Cangling, it was he who did the sin, you shouldn't let others accompany you to the funeral. ”

Mu Xuefu couldn't listen to it, and shook him off with one hand, "What you said is good, you don't know how many people's lives are on your hands, what qualifications do you have to say such things to me." Her emotions were a little excited, and her cheeks were red with anger, "Watching my relatives fall one by one, watching my home burned to ruins, my family, with no bones left, and ashes." You tell me, is it enough for me to kill him Jing Cangling? Is he enough to take the lives of more than 60 members of my family? ”

Jing Rong's heart trembled, not because of her strength at this time, but because she was distressed.

These days they are so close that there are no secrets that keep their hearts in the way. But he still ignored, ignored the hatred she buried in the bottom of her heart.

It was a deep-seated hatred, a hatred that almost swallowed her up.

She had endured so much, too many things like she shouldn't have at her age.

He took Mu Xuefu in his arms and let her struggle, and he imprisoned her in his arms with a strong force. Waiting for her mood to slowly calm down, Fang said: "I am not qualified to talk about you, because I have never been a good person." I'm not talking to you about any benevolence and righteousness, because I can't even do it myself, so why should I let you do it? I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for my Fu'er who has carried too much, I feel sorry for my Fu'er who can't live a carefree life, I feel sorry for my Fu'er who hides the pain in the bottom of her heart. ”

A leaf fell into the river with the wind, like a flat boat, Mu Xuefu leaned on Jing Rong's arms, and her anger gradually subsided.

Jing Rong's warm voice murmured into her ears, caressing her heart.

"Sister Yong'an, she can't choose her origin, but she truly loves your brother. There is nothing wrong with her falling in love with your brother, because love is involuntary and uncontrollable. I've experienced the pain of not being able to love, and she knows it more than I do. At least I had expectations at that time, and she, because of her identity, probably knew that even if she was poor all her life, she would not be able to get that reward, but she still had no regrets. ”

"What would happen to me if I were to treat others with you? I think if it succeeds, with your temperament, you will leave me without hesitation. You are my life, do you know what it means for you to leave me? It means ringing the death knell of my life. I don't know how much the imperial sister loves your brother, but a woman has been unhesitating for six years, and she should treat your brother as her life as I regard you as my life. ”

"Fu'er, let go a little, your attachment is a bit extreme, it's too tiring for you. I really hope that all the burdens that have been put on you can be poured on me, so that I can carry it for you, fight for you, bear it for you, bear it for you. ”

"After killing so many people, have you ever felt truly happy? In fact, have you ever thought that when your father asked your mother to leave with you and your brother, he just hoped that you would be alive. ”

Jing Rong's voice was like a piece of beautiful jade, low and gentle, with bewitchment. Delicate as silk, trickling like water, into Mu Xuefu's heart.

She leaned quietly on Jingrong's shoulder, and the heat brought to her by the summer seemed to be dissipated by the breeze. The sound of the sound hit her heart, and she had to fall into deep thought.

She has never felt that she is wrong, if she can avenge her family by just killing one Jing Cangling, then where can he still live until now?

One life is worth one life, and as many people as she kills her family, she wants him to pay back as many lives.

She must be compared, and her pain will inevitably make the enemy feel it once.

But now, she is confused, has she been wrong all along?

Jing Rong didn't say any more, just took her shoulders and gave her all the dependence.

Time passed quietly through the sieve like fine sand, and after a long time, Mu Xuefu raised her head and looked at Jingrong, his eyes were shining with a fine luster, and her beautiful face was shown in the light.

Apricot eyes drooped slightly, rubbing a delicate one, slender fingers unconsciously rubbed the placket of his clothes, and whispered: "Do you think I'm too vicious?" ”

"No, I understand you." Jing Rong hugged her to her lap and stroked her face with his fingers, "Actually, I don't know the pain when I say this, I can't get a needle in the flesh, I ask myself, if it were me, would I have the same mentality as you?" He smiled lightly, "I think it's largely the same because we're the same people." It's just that I feel sorry for you, I really feel sorry for you. ”

Mu Xuefu wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her head in his neck, and said sullenly, "Give me some time." ”

Jing Rong gently patted her back and kissed her cheek, "It's okay, what we have is time, and time can calm everything." With me by your side, one day the scars in your heart will heal. ”

They rely on each other, comfort each other, and warm each other's hearts. The golden sunlight is like a light cloud, falling in the room, which has a warm and quiet feeling.