"Ming'er, I know you are wronged, since Li'er rejected you, there is nothing that can't be beaten, he made my daughter so sad, let's ignore him in the future, even if he is not blessed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThere are so many good men in the world, and my father doesn't believe that he can't find one with your heart. ”

Seeing that the emotions of the daughter in his arms gradually subsided, Jingmei asked tentatively, he didn't know what his daughter thought now, and whether he was completely dead to Na Weili.

When Jing Ming'er heard this, she really reacted, only to see her break away from her father's arms, wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then replied seriously: "Father, do you say that there is any hardship for leaving my brother, I agreed with him at the beginning, he can't change his mind so easily, and he is not such a person from his brother." ”

As soon as Jingmei heard this, it became clear that his daughter obviously still had some thoughts, and when he thought of the consequences of this matter, he couldn't help frowning slightly, if his daughter still refused to give up now, it would be deeper and deeper, and I am afraid that it would be even more difficult to extricate himself at that time.

"Daughter, if you want to pursue the happiness you want, your father won't stop you, but as a father, I have to warn you, I don't think that Wei Li is a man who will be swayed by the love of his children, it is very hard to pursue such a person, and it may not lead to anything in the end. Jingmei said to Jingming'er with a heavy face, and deliberately exaggerated, in the hope that her daughter could dispel such thoughts, because this is likely to be a road of no return.

Originally, he thought that the two were a match made in heaven, so he said something, but he didn't expect Wei Li to refuse. Although this Wei Li is his disciple, he is only a disciple after all, and he is still different from his daughter, and he naturally does not want his daughter's happiness to be ruined in the hands of his disciple.

"The child knows very well, but the child doesn't want to give up so easily. Even if there is no result, the child is willing to bear it. Although there may be nothing to gain at that time, the child does not regret it, because the child has persevered and pursued. Jing Ming'er expressed her attitude to her father very firmly, even if she occasionally got bruised and physically and mentally exhausted, she had no regrets.

Looking at his twenty-eight Fanghua daughter, it is the age when love is above all else, Jingmei can only sigh, as a father, there is only this to do, a guide. He will not choose to control his daughter's life, but let her choose for herself, of course, the consequences will be borne together, this is his pure and beautiful father's love.

Seeing that her daughter's emotions had stabilized and she had her own choice, Jingmei did not stay too long, but chose to leave.

After her father left, Jing Ming'er did not sleep, just suffered such a great change, even if she no longer cried at the moment, but she was not sleepy, but came to the back of the screen, looking at the guqin and pipa, quietly in a daze, as if recalling something. Soon after, a happy smile began to fill his face, as if he remembered something good.

For Jing Ming'er at this time, the only thing that can make her smile again is the little marquis of the East China Sea, which has always been placed behind the screen of his boudoir, which actually has a good history.

Or in other words, in Jing Ming'er's heart, they are the testimony of her love with Wei Li.

It may be that seven or eight years ago, this little marquis of the East China Sea came to this prime minister's mansion, and within a few days, this Jingminger liked to play with this brother who was two years older than herself from afar, of course, at that time, she naturally didn't know what love was, what was love. I just like to be with him because I'm happy.

As for the only sister in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the naturally merry little marquis, he is naturally very compassionate, and he can be said to try his best to tease and flatter, and the two are almost inseparable.

As the daughter of Yaxiang, the niece of the lord of the country, a member of the royal family, and her status is comparable to that of a princess, she naturally needs to cultivate her graceful and generous temperament from an early age, and qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are essential.

Needless to say, in the piano, which is this music, Jing Minger finally did not choose the kind of lyre chosen by most of the ladies, but chose a delicate, light, elegant lyrical, lyrical-based, simple and moving melody or beautiful and fresh tone, expressing a deep inner outpouring or desirable artistic conception of the pipa.

The reason why she made such a choice was naturally for Wei Li, she was not willing to compete with Wei Li on this, but was willing to be a foil. And she didn't choose the flute that is very compatible with the guqin, but she also has her own careful thoughts, she hopes that she is the most unique one in the heart of her beloved lover, just like this guqin and pipa.

Of course, in order for this guqin and pipa to play such a song together, Wei Li and Jing Ming'er have not worked hard, and this memory has always been the best memory in Jing Ming'er's heart.

After crying bitterly just now, Jing Ming'er at this time also had another understanding of this love, and the hatred in her heart for Wei Li's public rejection slowly disappeared.

After all, the relationship between them during that period of time was not fake, and Wei Li's character and personality were naturally very clear, and he was definitely not a negative person.

Thinking of the performance in the courtyard just now, Jing Ming'er felt that the reason why Wei Li had changed so much, from an elegant and merry scholar to a martial artist with a sword and a gun, was probably because his father's death hit him too hard.

And as a man's feelings, he naturally hopes to be able to take revenge with his own hands and fulfill his father's last wish with his own hands, so he will refuse his father's proposal.

I still have my own in my brother's heart.

Maybe it was the recollection of the bits and pieces of the past that rekindled hope in Jing Ming'er's heart and gave her courage again, Wei Li's quick knife cutting through the mess did not seem to have the effect he wanted to achieve, but had the opposite effect, making Jing Ming'er's heart more firm.

Liking someone is not about wanting to get his hands on him, but about letting him go at the right time, so that he can do what he wants to do without any worries.

understands him, silently supports him, even if he is wronged, his heart is sweet, this is called love. Instead of keeping him by his side and doing everything he can to restrain him.

In the Yaxiang Mansion, in a room in the backyard, Wei Li, who was originally sitting on the bed meditating and meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes.

A very familiar piece of music abruptly passed to Wei Li's ears, making his already not very calm heart even more messy, with the memory of this little marquis, he naturally knew that the melody played by the pipa at this moment was part of the music created by "he" and this Jingming'er together.

After returning from the banquet, it was difficult for Wei Li to enter a state of concentration as usual, and Wei Li also knew that this was because of Jing Ming'er, and for this Ming'er sister, he did have an indescribable feeling in his heart. Although I made a very rational decision just now, I couldn't let go of it for a while, I don't know if it was because of reluctance, guilt, or regret.

Now, after many years, I heard this familiar pipa sound again, and the stories of the past slowly emerged in my mind little by little, and the ignorance and innocence of the childhood sweetheart of the year also came to my heart.

Wei Li knew that these emotions were actually from the little marquis, but at this time, he was a little helpless, and his body reacted involuntarily.

And the impact of this sound on Wei Li seems to be far more than that, but after a while, Wei Li suddenly got out of bed, pushed open the door, walked out of the guest room, and walked in the direction where the sound came from, that is, Jing Ming'er's boudoir.

At this time, the night is getting deeper, the moon is hazy, the stars are also hazy, the willow is also hazy, and the delicate and euphemistic melody makes Wei Li's heart unconsciously indulge in it.

As Wei Li slowly walked in, even if the dust was flying more and more, he couldn't stand Wei Li's already blurred eyes, and a pretty figure came into view.

She was dressed in a hundred butterfly embroidered skirts, and her headdress was five phoenixes and beaded hairpins. The grease is not applied, the jade face is the condensation of the dew, and the vermilion powder is not applied, and the beautiful posture has a dark fragrance of the sleeves. The lips are not opened, the emotions are overflowing, the words are not spit out, and the breath is like a quiet orchid.

It's just that some people are lonely, and people can't help but feel endless pity in their hearts.

Wei Li looked at the girl sitting behind the screen from a distance, playing silently, and the very familiar, but quite unfamiliar guqin beside her, and couldn't help but think of such a scene back then.

At night, when the moon sets, a white-clothed scholar, a silk fan, eyebrows, Qiluo incense, sit quietly next to the guqin. A young girl, embroidered skirt, crescent eyebrows, hidden dark incense, leaning on the pipa and laughing.

In this way, Wei Li stood not far away, looking at the shadow in the window, listening to the tender sound of the pipa, motionless, not moving forward, nor leaving.

There were several times when Wei Li almost couldn't hold back, wanting to move forward and go to the girl's room. But in the end, he gave up, because he didn't know how to face the girl who had just been hurt by himself, let alone what to say, and of course, the most important thing was that he didn't know what would happen after he went, what the consequences would be, whether it would be good or bad.

Of course, when the song is finally finished, Wei Li can't stand there all the time, and when the girl leaves the window, Wei Li gradually sobers up, leaving only a sigh:

When the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, what does it matter if people are not old? The green mountains are still the same, the green water flows forever, I just hope that the people of Iraq will not be martyred!