After a long time, Jing Ruhua looked away, returned to her usual appearance, and said, "You shouldn't come, I am no longer the picturesque scenery of Fengyue Country, and I am no longer the master mother of Jingfu." ”

"You are not the scenery of the Fengyue Kingdom, and I am no longer the scenery of the Fengyue Kingdom." The man raised his feet and walked up the steps step by step, with an elegant posture, as if what he was stepping under was not a step, but a lotus platform.

The man stood in front of the picturesque table, his head drooped slightly, a strand of hair on his sideburns slid down his shoulders, and a scent of ink pressed the smell of Long Yanxiang into Jing Ruhua's nose, "Although you Jing Ruhua is no longer the master mother of Jing Mansion, you are still my Jing Rumo's wife, I have not divorced my wife for a day, and you will be my wife for a day." Different from the clear just now, his voice was low, and there was a taste of bewitchment.

Jing Ruhua was stunned, when did he become like this?

"Jing Rumo, you are indeed not the young master of Fengyue Country Jing Mansion." Jing Ruhua looked at him for a while before sighing.

"You and I are not what we used to be!" Jing Rumo's eyes were slightly gloomy, Fengyue Country Jingfu was their home, time has passed, after thousands of years, they can never go back to the beginning.

Jing Ruhua didn't expect that one day, she would be able to see him, the young master of Jingfu, her husband Jing Rumo, who died early.

Jing Ruhua's thoughts began to drift away slowly, and Jing Rumo's appearance in his memory was not very clear, but as soon as he walked in, Jing Ruhua could recognize it at a glance, Jing Ruhua rarely recalled, and even never recalled her husband, even if she recalled everything in Jing Mansion, she also consciously avoided it.

The memory was opened, Jing Ruhua remembered that she was bought into Jingfu when she was a child and became a child daughter-in-law, her father-in-law and mother-in-law said that she would marry her husband and follow her husband's surname, and she didn't take a serious name anyway, so it was better to follow the name of the young master Jing Rumo, Jing Rumo, Jing Rumo, Jing Rumo, Rumo Picturesque, but also matched.

Since then, she has a name, the scenery is picturesque, she has an identity, the child daughter-in-law of Jingfu, he reads books and writes poems and paints, she learns the etiquette and virtue of women, after the coming-of-age ceremony, he runs outside, she follows her mother-in-law at home to learn housekeeping, life is as plain as water, he has never taken a concubine, nor has he managed the house, and even the days when he comes home are counted, and she doesn't know what her husband is doing outside, just like that, until he was twenty-three years old, she was seventeen years old, and one summer of that year, he hurried back and performed the London ceremony. Solemnly told her to take care of this family, left in a hurry, and never came back, three months later, there was news that he died, and the person who came to report was a bearded man with a scruffy beard, telling him that his husband Jing Rumo died in order to save people, and the others didn't say much, and left.

At that time, she was only seventeen years old, and she became a widow, not two years after Jing Rumo left, her father-in-law and mother-in-law couldn't stand the blow of the white-haired person to send the black-haired person to linger on the sickbed for a year, and she went to give birth to a son, and the confinement was not finished, so she had to support the entire Jingfu and give the mother and son a place to live. The son also did not return home all day, and later, as when Jing Rumo died, someone brought the letter, and the daughter-in-law followed the martyrdom, leaving the three-year-old grandson to be taken care of by her.

When Jing Ruhua recalled these again, her heart was as calm as water, without all the emotions she had at the beginning, and when she could calmly face the past, the person she was most reluctant to think about stood in front of him again.

Looking at the man in front of her, Jing Ruhua found that she had never understood him, just like back then.