Looking at Jing Ruhua's trance, Jing Rumo sighed in his heart, he was the one who lost her, but he did not regret it, regretted that when he followed his father to Zhuangzi to inspect when he was ten years old, he saw the five-year-old girl, who was obviously wronged and silent, was beaten and scolded by his father not only did not cry, but calmly did not look like a five-year-old child, he was only ten years old at that time, and he was the only child in the family, I only felt that this girl made him want to take it back to the house and take good care of it, just like having an extra sister.

His request, father and mother will never refuse, seeing that this little girl has the calm endurance in her bones, such a woman is the main mother of Jingfu, and he does not reject it, so he bought her from her father and raised her in the house as a child daughter-in-law.

When she followed the grandmothers to learn etiquette and virtues, he could see the courtyard outside the window while Wen Shu raised his eyes, standing in the shade of the tree to practice standing posture, when he painted, he could see her sitting under the window practicing embroidery, he was five years older than her, she was still young, he was not old, one from the peasant girl became the child daughter-in-law of the young master, all kinds of uncomfortable, in order to gain a foothold, all kinds of efforts, one is the young master of everyone, bought a peasant child daughter-in-law, read books and poems, and one more person to accompany him.

In this way, when she was sixteen years old, they became relatives, and he did not feel any difference, but life was still like this, and when he came home, he could see her coming, and when he left, she sent him away, and the relationship between husband and wife was as plain as water.

But he doesn't understand, she doesn't understand, love is not only vigorous, heartbeat, life and death, there is a kind of love, such as the warm sun in spring, the breeze in summer, the slanting sun in autumn, and the hot tea in winter, always inadvertently make you feel comfortable, but you won't write too much.

At that time, he was so high-spirited, the young master of Jingfu, the best merry young master in Yangzhou City, the talented man in the heart of the beautiful woman, young and vigorous, ambitious, because, he was involved in the battle for the heir at that time, he did not choose the second prince, the third prince, and the fourth prince who were in the limelight at that time, but chose the fifth prince King Anqing, who was soaked in the medicine jar and was asserted to live less than twenty.

Because King An Qing is very similar to him in some aspects, the two hit it off at first sight, and only he realized that the sick and weak prince who was eliminated early also had the ambition and strength to not lose to the other three princes, but he didn't expect that at a critical time, something went wrong, and he lost everything, in the end, the first thing he thought of was his wife, if something happened to him, she could remarry, but as long as he thought about it, he was very uncomfortable, so he escaped and gave her a full husband and wife gift, even if he died, she was also the mistress of Jingfu, his wife Jing Rumo, Even if it was a widow, he wanted the name of the deceased husband.

Thinking of this, the corners of Jing Ruhua's thin lips raised a slight arc, and he smiled proudly, he never regretted it, even if he mistook her for life.

It's just that he didn't expect him to die and become a ghost, and go anywhere, as long as he wants, he can go, every world, every country, at first he can only be resurrected through the body of a dead man, and finally, he found that as long as he does something grateful, his soul can be solidified, and he will stay in the world for a longer time.

"After all these years, I have never left!" Jing Rumo walked around the table, staring at Jing Ruhua's face, looking at the unsightly body, Jing Rumo stretched out his hand, a ball of purple light covered Jing Ruhua's body, and Jing Ruhua's soul was detached from Xiang Yu's body.

"Picturesque, the Jing family owes you." For everything Jing Ruhua did for Jingfu, Jing Rumo saw it in his eyes, but they were separated by yin and yang, when he was doing her accounts, he sat beside her, she couldn't see it, and when he wanted to touch her white hair when she was overgrown, he couldn't touch it.

Jing Rumo stretched out his hand that was as white as Jing Ruhua, but his hand was larger and more distinct, and he picked up a wisp of green silk in Jing Rumo's ear, as if he had done it countless times, pinned it behind her ear, and laughed softly: "I can finally touch your soul with Jing Rumo's soul again!" That's nice! ”