Song Qinglian looked at Ming Jingxuan, who was covered in frost and snow, and for a while, in her heart, thousands of emotions were scattered, like mixed tastes in her heart.

Just like that, she looked at him like this, and she murmured the same words to him from her mouth: "Brother Xuan, look, your hair is white, like a white-haired old man."

It's the same words, but it's long gone, and nothing is the same except for the snow.

Hearing this familiar sentence, Ming Jingxuan's heart trembled, as if he remembered the joy of the two of them when they were scheduled to be on the shore of Shuiyue Lake in the past.

At that time, the two were happy and happy together, but now, they can only turn into one and two wide. In the past, when we fell in love, it was like a dream, and when we woke up from the dream, there was nothing left, and we couldn't even make each other happy.

His heart ached, and a lingering pain poured over her chest, and he said the same thing to her as before: "You are not the same, your hair and eyebrows are white, like a white-haired old woman."

"Oh? Hahahaha, isn't that just right? In this way, it is as if we have stayed together until the end of the day......

Song Qinglian was stunned at first, and then laughed again, but there was a layer of water droplets on her eyelashes when she smiled, and a layer of tears appeared under her eyes, until the tears in her eyes slipped down her face from the corners of her eyes.

Looking at the snow, she took a soft breath, and there was a faint pain in her eyes, but her face was indeed calm.

After being silent for a long time, she raised her head and opened her mouth to Ming Jingxuan as if relieved: "Brother Xuan, you and I love each other, in fact, there is nothing to regret."

"Even if we can't stay together until the day of Baitou, we can be drenched in snow together on the shore of Shuiyue Lake, so it can be regarded as a total of Baitou."

"Brother Xuan, Qinglian's life is unbearable, but being able to get your love is the most worthy and beautiful thing in Qinglian's life."

"There are many things in this world, after all, you can't get both, Brother Xuan, we don't have to ask for too much, having those good memories is enough to keep in our hearts."

"Although we don't have the fate to grow old together, if we can be white for the first time in this life, it can be regarded as fulfilling the wish of our youth, and this life is not in vain."

Ming Jingxuan felt helpless pain in his heart, looking at her independent figure in the frost and snow, all the unwillingness and sadness finally condensed into one sentence: "Yes, we are in the snow today, even if we can't stay together until we are white-headed in this life, you and I can be regarded as white-headed."

In this hoarse and pale voice, I don't know how much unspeakable pain was covered, and in the end, it could only turn into the most weak sigh.

"Young aunt, you have already exceeded the scheduled time, don't delay here any longer, beware of the master's scolding, you better go back to the Li Mansion with us."

At this moment, the guard stepped forward again and ordered Song Qinglian ruthlessly.

"Ugh." Song Qinglian looked up at the snowy sky, sighed deeply, turned her head again, and whispered to Ming Jingxuan: "Brother Xuan, I can't stay here longer, today is the last time I and you will see each other in this life."

"I've said goodbye to you, and I don't need to worry about anything between you and me anymore. Take care, Qinglian is gone, I wish Brother Xuan a good rest of his life."

After saying that, she turned around and left the shore of Shuiyue Lake with the two guards, never looking back, leaving a trace of emaciated and desolate back.

Ming Jingxuan could only stand on the shore of Shuiyue Lake, watching her figure gradually disappear. She eventually dissipated from his side, but he could no longer hold her hand.

What remained in my heart at that time was a heart-rending pain. Yes, there is only an upside-down match in the world, how can there be a talented man with a beautiful woman, and it is difficult for a lover in this world to become a family after all.

Who knows, this hurried meeting may be the last meeting in this life.

On that day, after Song Qinglian left Shuiyue Lake, she followed the guards

returned to the Li Mansion, and after he went back, he never mentioned the meeting with Ming Jingxuan to the people in the Li Mansion again.

She has already seen through it, some things can't be escaped after all, can't be avoided, since she is destined to marry Li Shi as a concubine, that is, no matter how she is born, she can't escape.

At this point, she had given up her desire to escape from the Li Mansion, and she had no power to think about escaping anymore.

Leaving Ming Jingxuan, she has already been like ashes, and there is no hope in her life after that, so let him go with everything.

It has been almost half a month since she married to the Li Mansion, and this half a month can be said to have fallen into an abyss of boundless darkness, she spent almost every day in tears, and the life in front of her was like a purgatory on earth.

Although she had made a final goodbye to Ming Jingxuan, she could not let go of this feeling in her heart.

Every night in the dead of night, this strong longing will spread in the bottom of his heart, his thoughts about him, has reached the point of madness, but no matter how the thoughts spread in his heart, he can only suppress it in his heart, can not talk to anyone.

In the days when he was a concubine for Li Shi, he had to work non-stop every day, and he had to be scolded by the nurse and bullied by Li Shi from time to time, and he didn't even have the slightest right to resist.

Her position in the Li Mansion is not so much a concubine, but the position she is in is not as good as a subordinate, and even those maids and wives are proudly bullied to the top of his head, but she is powerless to resist.

This kind of life has made her see no light, and in such a situation, she no longer knows the meaning of life.

has fallen into the infinite abyss, maybe since the day he said goodbye to Ming Jingxuan on the shore of Shuiyue Lake, his heart has died, and now he is alive, but he is just a soulless shell.

However, what she had to experience was far more painful than she imagined.

This night, in the dead of night, she had just put Li Shi to sleep, and she sat alone at the table, silently distracted.

In the dark room, only the light of the candle flame was dancing, and however, the candle flame still had a glimmer of light, but he was only 17 years old, and he could no longer see any light.

It is only in the dead of night that she can really calm down, and she has to sit in all kinds of tired and dirty work during the day, and only at night can she rest for a while.

But Li Shi's snoring was very loud, and listening to the snoring, she couldn't help but feel upset. After all, she couldn't hide, so she could only hang her head silently and sigh deeply.

Under the dim candlelight, a person carefully rubbed the incense sachet embroidered with lotus patterns and installed with rose petals. My heart ached, and a tear slipped down my eyes and dripped on the lotus petals of this sachet.

The white jade lotus bracelet has been broken, and now the things that carry the affection of the two people are only this sachet.

She wanted to abandon the sachet and cut off all thoughts with him, but she couldn't give it up after all.

Even though he already knew that it was impossible to be with him, he still couldn't make a complete break, because it was an unforgettable heart that he had already engraved in his heart, and it was a love that he could never forget in this life.

On that day, he was bullied, he stepped forward and saved himself, and the two met on the shore of Shuiyue Lake; In the Minghui Hall, the two of them cultivated flower seeds together and planted delicate roses.

Later, when the family was short of money, he gave her his savings, and she promised to pay off the debt with sachets for the rest of her life; The two made a love affair with Shuiyue Lake, and promised a lifelong promise that the king would be a rock and a concubine would be like a reed.

All kinds of joys in the past, those things that are always in the past, how can it be said that they can be forgotten.

But everything is no longer possible, and when it passes, there is no going back. Now that she is a concubine, it is impossible for her to have any unrealistic wishful thinking about her beloved.

Those graceful years in the mood for love are the deepest memories in her heart, and every time she thinks of them, her heart hurts. Memories of the purpose of the shop

Scattered in front of him, the pain in his heart seemed to suffocate.

Just as he was silently pondering, the door squeaked and suddenly opened.

"Who?" She couldn't help but be shocked, the whole person was frightened, hurriedly retracted her thoughts, wiped the tears from her face in a panic, and stood up.

I saw Huo Yuman enter the room with two subordinates, Huo Yuman was still wearing the gorgeous cheongsam, stepping on the pair of high heels, and staggered in.

She stared at Song Qinglian with cold eyes, clapped her hands, and a grim look appeared on his face again, and ordered the people behind her: "You two, bring her out for me!"

"Yes!" The two of them didn't say a word, and stepped forward and pulled Song Qinglian out.

They pinched Song Qinglian's slender wrist with great force, Song Qinglian couldn't help but feel a pain, gritted her teeth and frowned.

"Ah, what are you going to do?" Seeing them suddenly like this, she couldn't help but be shocked and frightened, and a wave of foreboding appeared in her heart, looking at their appearance, it must be that the person who came was not good.

They dragged Song Qinglian from Li Shi's room to the corridor, Huo Yuman glanced at Song Qinglian coldly, and ordered the two, "Do it!"

"Yes!"

After saying that, the two pressed Song Qinglian to the ground fiercely, took out the thick hemp rope prepared in advance, tied her feet, and strangled her feet fiercely. The action is ruthless and sophisticated, leaving no emotion.