As the sun set, Nalan Rongruo and Fu'er sat in the flower garden in the courtyard, admiring the glow that dyed half of the sky red. The afterglow scattered on them reflected their handsome brows, and their faces like flowers bloomed in the fragrant air.

Two people snuggled together and enjoy this short but wonderful moment. The kiss on the lips is soft and sincere. They were afraid that in the next moment, they would never be able to have each other again, and they tried their best to feel every breath of each other.

"In the past few days, my husband has accompanied me to look at the moon and stars, enjoy the flowers and feed the fish, chant poems, and do a lot for me. In addition to the day of marriage, in the year of marrying her husband, these days are the happiest times for Fu'er, thank you husband. Fu'er raised her head, reflected a kiss on his lips, smiled sweetly, hugged his neck with both hands, and said coquettishly: "Fu'er can marry her husband, which is a blessing that Fu'er has cultivated in three lives." ”

Nalan Rongruo gently stroked her hair and smiled back: "Being able to marry you is the blessing of a husband." "I can accompany her all the time, about only these days. She is happy on her lips, but she is full of joy and sorrow in her heart. If Nalan Rong didn't understand the forbearance and pain in her eyes, but she didn't mention it, she didn't mention it herself, and the two of them ignored the most real problem so tacitly.

Since Nalan Rongruo came back, from the lingering sickbed at the beginning, to the current energy, I don't know if it is a return to the light. He didn't think too much about it, he just wanted to spend the remaining few days with her.

"In the next life, we will be husband and wife again." After all, he still failed her, failed to accompany her to Baitou, failed to accompany her to the end of this life, and protected her peace in this life. The original wish was ultimately in vain. Now think about it, whether this marriage fulfilled her love or delayed her life.

Nalan Rongruo's hand gently swept over the shallow scar on her forehead, just like this mark, he left a scar on her heart this time, a scar that will never get better.

The appearance of the passing, he thought that he could repay it with his life's care, but what should he pay for the wound in his heart in this life? I'm afraid I won't have a chance again, I won't have the opportunity to do what I promised.

A short marriage, but only a year. The time he spent with her was not long, and the sincerity he gave her was not pure enough. He is learning to withdraw himself from the bitter love and devote himself to the love of this couple. It was just the beginning, but it ended in a sloppy end.

It was God who was unfair, it was He who was unfair to her.

He held her hand tightly, hugged her whole person in his arms, and he kissed her forehead gently, gentle and distressed. He silently swore in his heart that if there was an afterlife, then he would definitely fall in love with her first, spoil her, and repay every bit of true affection owed in this life.

With tears in her eyes, Fu'er leaned on his arms and nodded: "Okay, husband, we will still be husband and wife in the next life." ”

Hearing this promise, Nalan Rongruo didn't want anything more, he smiled happily, and smiled so indifferently. For the most part, death is a relief. What can be put in the dust and what can't be put down will all dissipate with this smile.

In this world, there is no such amorous handsome young man.

Since ancient times, talented and beautiful women died early, and they could not get a happy life. In the next life, he is willing to be rehabilitated a little more, and he will be able to do nothing a little more, and maybe he can accompany his loved one for a longer time.

On the day of the funeral, it rained heavily, drenching everyone's body and flowing into everyone's heart. The cries of the send-off continued from the city to the outside of the city. The heavy rain easily wiped away the tears on their faces, but it failed to erase the traces in their hearts.

Han Ji stood outside the crowd, holding an oil-paper umbrella, her emerald green dress had been soaked by the heavy rain, and the embroidered shoes on her feet had been soaked in water. She looked at the departing send-off procession in the distance, tears streaming from her eyes.

Since they met, she has always enjoyed Nalan Rongruo's sincerity, but she has ignored whether his true heart of love for her has long been shattered. For her, he never cared about life and death. And I am always letting down, refusing, and saying sorry.

"Rong Ruo, you and I have known each other once, but I can only send you like this, can you blame me?" As the prince Fujin, she has no way to appear in the send-off procession. Even the worship in the mourning hall before was secretly taken by Fuquan at night.

Right and wrong, you can no longer provoke, and you can't let him be charged with trumped-up charges because of himself. People's words are terrible, and they may be able to endure it when they live, but who is willing to let it go easily and stop caring when they die?

An idle genius, he loves freedom, and his accompanying temperament, in the end, he still loses himself because of these disputes. If he was not born in a wealthy family, he has never set foot in the palace, and he has never known himself, can he live the comfortable life he wants most?

Han Ji closed her eyes, and a hateful face appeared in her mind. Because of this face, how many people have suffered, and how many people have paid with their lives for it?

"Tong Ruofei, today's hatred will be repaid by you in the future." Han Ji turned around and walked through the crowd. The rain immediately soaked her clothes.

Above the attic, Xuan Ye and Chun Xi stood under the corridor, looking at the send-off team that had just walked from below, and did not say a word for a long time.

It wasn't until all the figures disappeared into the wind and rain that Chun Xi turned around and said to Xuan Ye: "Now, things have come to such a point, Chun'er can't swallow her anger anymore. ”

"What do you want to do?" Xuan Ye asked coldly.

Chun'er frowned and said indifferently: "Chun'er knows the concerns of the third brother, and this is naturally Chun'er's concerns. Chun'er will find the right way and will not act rashly. It's just that from now on, Chun'er will not act as timidly as before. Please also from now on, the third brother can trust Chun'er as always. ”

Xuan Ye took a deep breath and pulled Chun Xi into his arms: "Don't worry, if you want you to need me, I will always be there." ”

If it weren't for the fact that Chun Xi had worried too much in the past, and only wanted to find evidence of Tong Ruofei's crimes, he would not have been so passive and slaughtered. After going through so much, Chun Xi never thought of himself as a saint who could continue to swallow his anger and treat it as if nothing had happened. She also never thought of herself as a kind person. Anyone can do something very spicy, just see how to do it.

Tong Ruofei is unkind and has repeatedly poisoned, which does not mean that she will repay the other party in her own way. Tong Ruofei is not Li Bichun and Jinyu, he is not so easy to fool, and Chunxi will naturally not do it easily. But it was precisely because he didn't dare to do it that he led to one tragedy after another.

"Nalan Rongruo's death can be regarded as a blow to Chun'er." Chun Xi said sadly: "He just wanted to help me clear my grievances, but he was killed by this poisonous hand, and he died innocently." Chun'er will never forget this day, and naturally she will not forget where this pain and hatred should be retrieved. ”

"Rong Ruo has been with me for so long, and now that he is gone, I am also sad." Xuan Ye gently patted Chunxi's back and said comfortingly: "It was my indulgence for so many years that led to today's results." It's just that the Tong family is now intertwined, and I want to solve it by hand, and it can't be done overnight. If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, since you understand these things, you should know that this matter needs to be considered in the long run. Anger at this time is in vain. ”

"She's calculated so much about me, and her ultimate goal is just to break me. But today, what she gave me was the determination to fight her to the end. I'm not in a hurry, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and I won't bring her down without certainty. If she wants to die, she should die where she is most proud. Chun Xi hugged Xuan Ye's waist, rested his head on his shoulder, buried his head and whispered.

Chunxi has never been a person who is in a hurry, since Tong Ruofei played a good chess hand and led them into the game step by step, then she finished this game of chess with her.

The rain was pouring down, and the breeze was dripping and walking at the front of the spirit sending procession, and the rain slapped her cheeks hard, blocking her vision. She held Nalan Rongruo's token, her feet were like a thousand pounds, and she walked through the puddle step by step.

On the last journey to send him, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, she must go on without fear.

In my mind, I think of the past of acquaintance, his smile, his voice, his gentleness.

"Fu'er, do you think it's a boy or a girl in this belly?" His voice rang in her ears.

"Does your husband like boys or girls?" She pursed her lips and smiled, asking rhetorically.

"It's all right, if it's a boy, I'll teach him piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. If he wants to gain fame, he must have a bright future. If he wants to visit the rivers and lakes in a chic and free way, he can also rely on this talent to make a living. If it's a girl, you can teach her to be a female celebrity and make her as clever as you. He held her from behind, his hands caressing her slightly bulging belly.

"If it's a girl, the husband won't teach piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? If you become a talented woman in the future and provoke the love and pity of the world, wouldn't it be good? She asked with a smile.

He sighed, shook his head and said, "It's not good, the woman is too talented, and the road to love will be bumpy after all." ”

She laughed at him: "Well, it's all up to you." It's just that I would prefer this child to be a boy. In this way, you can be like you. ”

"Like me?" He asked, looking at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, like you. In this way, I am not worried that he will not be able to marry when he grows up, and he will not be able to marry a beautiful lady. She covered her mouth and smiled, broke free from his arms, leaned on the couch next to her, grabbed the plate of sour plums on the table, and sent them to her mouth one by one.

He smiled and looked at her dotingly: "Then give birth to a son." ”

Her tangled heart, the memories she struggled to tear, how good it would be if her love could go with him because of this rain.

Die for love? It's not that Fu'er hasn't thought about it. It's just that she can't, at least not yet.

The child is the only bond between Nalan Rongruo and her in this world. She can't leave so selfishly, and she can't let her children be left alone.