Gan Qiongying never thought that she would experience these thrilling things before she crossed over, let alone that she would fall in love with a man so much in her life.

Love so much that you need to take a deep breath and prepare for missing him, otherwise even the five organs will be filled with wisps of pain.

After Gan Qiongying was ready, she exhaled deeply, touched her stomach again, and then changed a piece of paper, and wrote with a pen - seeing the letter is like a face, showing the letter and soothing the face, it has been absent for a long time, and the fist is very good. The road is far away, and it will not be resumed......

Gan Qiongying searched her intestines and scraped her stomach, and she couldn't wait to write all the love poems she had learned, seen, and read in her life on this thin piece of paper.

hopes that these lingering words can be turned into ropes and firmly bind her beloved.

By the time the letter was written, it was already dark.

The victims rescued by the shadow guards can finally see some traces faintly, the sky is obviously not completely dark, but because it is a cloudy day, if it is not for the heavy snow, there will be no human figures.

At this time, Gan Lin reminded Gan Qiongying outside the carriage: "Sister, they are back!" Sit tight, we're ready to go up the mountain, there are some bumps in the way up, and there's an extra quilt under us. ”

Gan Qiongying responded: "I know." ”

Then she pushed open the window of the carriage and turned over to look out.

In the distance, a group of figures walked towards this direction, and the one who walked in the front carried a lantern in his hand.

I don't know when the snow began to fall in the sky again, fluttering and sprinkling, getting bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into goose feathers and overwhelmingly hit the sky.

Gan Qiongying was slightly stunned, and stretched out her hand to catch a snowflake, such a big snow, like the day she ran out of the imperial city.

Then the carriage began to move, in the direction of the mountain.

At the same time, the snowflakes seemed to fly over thousands of mountains and rivers, fluttering and rolling to the other side of the mountains and rivers.

Yindu.

"How long has the master been standing outside, and it is snowing so heavily, how can he hold on to his legs just a little better?"

Sanjiu was so anxious that the green tendons on his forehead were bulging, but the figure standing in the snowy night with a lamp was so stubborn and lonely that no one dared to step forward to dissuade him.

Sweet Horn had a thick fox fur in her hands and a hand stove full of charcoal, but she had already walked to Lihua's side three times before being driven back.

Lihua's outfit today is very good-looking, with a cotton robe of good color inside the newly cut winter coat, and a colorful brocade and snow fox fur sewn shawl on the outside.

The long hair was half tied, half tied up on the top of the head by a jade crown, and half hung down on the shoulders, splashed with ink-like smoothness.

His back was like a loose back, and he was carrying a beautiful and delicate autobiographical lantern in his hand, which was the largest and most expensive one he asked his subordinates to buy on the street on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

He had no way to spend the fifteenth day of the first lunar month with Gan Qiongying, so he thought about buying a lamp, lighting it on the day she came back, and making up for the missing regrets with her.

Today is the last day of the appointed time, and Lihua was waiting in the study before dark, but it snowed after dark, and Lihua insisted on pushing him to the door of the princess's mansion.

Someone lit the lamp.

Let people light all the torches at the gate of the princess's mansion, and let people light all the lanterns in the courtyard of the princess's mansion.

He was afraid that if Gan Qiongying came back, he would not be able to find his way home because of the darkness in the princess's mansion.

But the wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger, and he held on to his wheelchair and walked on his legs, trying his best to walk like a normal person, holding the beautiful lamp in his hand, and stubbornly waiting at the door.

He didn't allow anyone to give him an umbrella, and he didn't allow anyone to cloak him and spoil his outfit today.

He hoped that the first moment Gan Qiongying came back to see him, he would be able to remember what he looked like at the moment, and he would be able to completely separate him from Zhongli Zhengzhen.

But the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and his body and head were completely covered with snowflakes.

He was handsome and stunning, and after being soaked in heavy snow, he looked like a jade-like face like an immortal, but as time passed, it dimmed little by little.

How long he had been standing here, even Lihua himself couldn't remember.

In short, when his leg was sore and unbearable, when the candle in the lantern in his hand burned out and was completely extinguished.

Lihua lowered his stiff hand.

This time he was not hysterical, he was not yelling, he was not shedding tears, and he was not angry.

He just opened his palm, which was frozen like a dead body, and threw the lamp in his hand on the ground.

The last spark licked the side of the lantern and soon burned the lantern.

Lihua stood there, his eyes reflecting the flames of the lanterns, and he exhaled a breath wrapped in frost, and the ice and snow made him look like his head had turned white overnight.

He turned back to the sweet corner, let the people around him put on his clothes, helped him back to the wheelchair, and pushed him back into the house.

This time Lihua didn't get sick, went back and took a good bath, and got up as usual the next morning.

When he woke up for breakfast, he calmly explained to everyone: "Withdraw all our people in the princess's mansion to the concubine's mansion." ”

"So I took everything I brought with me."

Lihua's fingers were red from standing in the snow for too long yesterday, and some of them were red after a long time of freezing.

He also glanced down and smiled slightly.

No one will scream and fuss because he hurts his hand, and call in a doctor to treat him.

No one around him dared to disobey him, let alone care too much to annoy him.

Lihua finally said, "Let's get out of here within today." ”

He knew that he couldn't wait for Gan Qiongying.

The second letter in the ledger, those few words, was not the hope that Gan Qiongying left him.

Lihua only now realized that he had misunderstood.

It's the same as the night Gan Qiongying left, leaving the table and letting him go back to the Pony's Mansion to wait.

That was the second ploy Gan Qiongying used to contain him.

Gan Qiongying's calculations were very accurate, she was really smart, she knew that she would wait obediently after seeing the letter.

And because he was obediently waiting for this time, and he had been empty for two months, so if he went out to find someone now, he would definitely not be able to find it.

She refused to give him any chance to find her.

She used to be so gentle, so warm, like a rippling warm spring, that Lihua felt that she was willing to drown in it.

And she is so resolute now, more than the snow that fell on her body last night, which made Lihua feel cold and biting.

Lihua ate slowly with his own hands.

He didn't know what was in his mouth, and he couldn't feel the pain and itching in his hands, as if he had completely lost his sense of sensation and taste.

He was even thinking...... Maybe everything was misunderstood by him. It's his whimsical, it's his delirium, it's his fantasies about living his life with her.

Probably from the beginning, just like Zhongli Zhengzhen said, Gan Qiongying has never loved him, and has always deceived him and used him.

Until he completely loses the value of use, kick him away.

A fake is a fake after all.

She saw with her own eyes that the fake tried to replace the real thing, and saw the madness and bloodlust of the fake, so naturally she had no mercy and never looked back.