A month passed in a trance, and the story of Jinling gradually turned a page.

Emperor Cangqu's illness was getting better day by day, Qiao Muxuan experienced a huge rebellion, his resourcefulness and courage were affirmed, and he also learned the lesson of Qiao Mufeng, learned to cultivate self-cultivation in the mansion, and learned to forbear.

General Weiyuan made a contribution with Qiao Muyou, exempted Qiao Muyou from the guilt of the dispute between the prince and the prince, and remained on the frontier.

Qiao Muyu was also pardoned because of this.

In the Jinling Imperial City in the evening, many couples by the river are in pairs, holding red lotus lamps in their hands, walking sweetly on each other, there are a lot of bamboo rows wandering on the river, and the mandarin ducks on it are also Qingqing and me, which is enviable.

In the sea of pairs of people, Ling Siqing and Qiao Muyu looked so abrupt.

Ling Siqing agreed to stay by Qiao Muyu's side, but it doesn't mean that she can really get close without distractions, maybe she can have no scruples in her dreams, in reality, she is a little woman who is conservative and cautious after all.

She deliberately slowed down, little by little, and gradually distanced herself from Qiao Muyu beside her.

As far as the eye can see, the delicate painting boat stands on the river bank, reflected in the colorful lights on the water surface, between the microwave ripples, there is a halo of light faintly rising, a piece of crystal, the white yarn is light, the sound of the piano is curling, it is mottled everywhere, beautiful.

How did you come here without realizing it?

Ling Siqing frowned lightly, but vaguely wanted to see Qiao Muyu for the first time, his eyebrows were like silk, and he said confidently: "Since you don't want to be a maidservant, a concubine, or a pseudo-little girl, how about being the princess of this prince?" ”

As for the princess, in this way, she will be by his side all her life!

Ling Siqing remembered the sound of her heartbeat at that time, and stopped abruptly, only to feel that his voice was as light as flowing water in a mountain stream, ding dong ding dong ding dong, clear and beautiful, hitting her soft heart, she wanted to agree, but she pretended not to care.

He repeated, "I want you to be my princess." ”

Did Qiao Muyu really think that she was so excited that she didn't hear clearly? It's so stupid, in fact, she can hear it clearly!

"You, are you proposing to me?" What kind of emotions did Ling Siqing use to hide the uneasiness in her heart, how much she longed for that answer, but he didn't understand the meaning of the marriage proposal, and understood it as a courtship.

Ling Siqing fell into the memories and couldn't help chuckling, his eyes were like this bright light, reflecting the microwaves in the river.

When Qiao Muyu found Ling Siqing, she saw that she was looking at the Linglong painting boat, her expression was slightly panicked, and she couldn't help but think of the days when she was embarrassed because she was interesting, as if those days were not over, and suddenly ushered in another situation.

At that time, two people were-for-tat, people were far away, and their hearts were also far away......

At this time, two people cherish each other, people are very close, and their hearts are also very close, but they are difficult to touch......

"Siqing, is it okay to run here alone, regardless of my life or death?" Just when Ling Siqing was thinking about whether to catch up with Qiao Muyu along the road, a familiar complaint came, and immediately, Qiao Muyu, who was complaining about the injustice of fate, appeared on the scene.

"It's you who walked too fast and left me ......behind," Ling Si retorted.

"Yes, yes, Miss Ling San is a lady, you have to walk slowly and slowly, blame me, blame me, can't I be wrong......"

"Ha Luha, stupid ......" Actually, sometimes it's very pleasing to girls.

Ling Siqing just wanted to pull Qiao Muyu out of here, but he stopped by him, he looked at the beautiful music and song of the exquisite painting boat, and couldn't help but say: "Siqing, are you still jealous that I used to keep looking for you?" ”

Ling Siqing pursed his mouth and said in his heart, do you think I am so careful.

But he gritted his teeth against his heart and said, "Yes, gritting your teeth, you made me so miserable!" ”

Qiao Muyu was stunned, his bewitching phoenix eyes stared at Ling Siqing for a long time, trying to see through something, very heavy, and suddenly Lang Lang laughed, "But what to do?" Even if you hate me, even if you gnash your teeth at me, you can't escape, as I said at the beginning, you can never escape from my palm! ”

Ling Siqing subconsciously put away his joking heart and looked back at him seriously, "What you said is true?" ”

Qiao Muyu nodded, took her hand, tightened and tightened, as if trying to find a way to express it, but nodded his head in a deep manner, and did not make any further movements, and his eyes flashed with a trace of complicated longing.

Ling Siqing frowned and shook off his hand, "Liar." ”

"Siqing, I didn't lie to you, what I said is true, I will never let go of your hand again, never, you can't escape if you want to, you should know my ability, so don't challenge my bottom line."

"What are you doing with me leaving me, handmaid, concubine, pseudo-cubicle, or what?"

Ling Siqing's expression was slightly anxious, and she didn't choose what to say, but she also vented the grievances in her heart, she didn't want to be a maidservant, a concubine, or a pseudo-little girl, she wanted to be his wife, the name is true, not a nominal title!

"You don't move me for anything, you can move those women and let them give birth to your children, I ...... for what you want."

Qiao Muyu's heart ached, and he realized in a trance that the little woman in his arms was also as desperate as he was to desire him, but he really couldn't touch her, he kept her by his side and accompanied her for a long time, but he couldn't give it to her except for this......

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't, can't ......"

"What can't you do, what can you do to others, or do I can't compare to those women at all......"

Ling Siqing realized in a trance that his expression was so resolute and dismissive every time, it turned out that he didn't desire her, he had no feelings for her, and he couldn't even compare to those women......

"No, you're more precious and important than any of them......"

What a weak dialogue, more like a trampling on Ling Siqing's soul......

The feeling of being trampled on is suffocating, more suffocating than the hesitation when you are overwhelmed......

Ling Siqing shook off Qiao Muyu, his body trembled slightly, his steps staggered and were a little unsteady, he stared at him gloomily, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, "I want to be alone and quiet, don't follow me, I want to be alone ......"

Qiao Muyu's eyes were heavy and painful, his hands were tightly grasped, and he even held something sharp in his palm......

The bright red blood, drop by drop, fell from his white palm, splashed on the ground like raindrops, and bloomed small flowers, like tiny calendula......

"Siqing, I want you to be my wife, even if the name is not true, I just want to have you ......"

At night, the light is pale and gorgeous.

The earthly world seems to be shrouded in this hazy moonlight, revealing endless sorrow and despair.

Between the emptiness, between prosperity, between love and hate, between joy and sorrow...... What kind of emotions are wanton, tightly and densely wrapping people's hearts, and what kind of emotions are illusory and abnormal, which really hurt the soul......