too affectionate

Chapter 537 How can a sad heart be ruthless
Mr. Pei had already walked to the stairs, hesitated for a moment, then retreated, and handed the bowl to another young man standing upright by the pillar outside the door.

"Thank you senior, this junior is not hungry." The young man nodded and declined, his voice cooler than Night Breeze.

Old Pei doesn't like young people, and even hates young people because of the past, but at this moment, it's him, and he feels sorry for him.

The young man stood here for three full days and nights, neither eating nor drinking, resting or sleeping, never leaving Wanyan's eyes for a moment, his eyes were really red and his heart was broken.

He is such a man of the city, but even a child at this time can easily see from his face that he is burning with anxiety.

Mr. Pei, who had been deceived once and vowed not to trust his clan again in this life, has deep doubts in his heart these few days: Could it be that he is really different.

Could it be that he really has a heart.

However, that day, the person he had waited for for many days finally woke up, and before he had time to be happy, she had already folded her hands and looked for the sword, her eyes full of wariness.

Even as soon as he opened his mouth, he asked him to be more cautious without saying anything.

Rong Jin, Mr. Pei has never heard of this name, but he can guess that it is probably the boy lying upstairs.

At that time, Mr. Pei was standing outside the door, unable to see the young man's face, but felt his back tremble, obviously not as proud and upright as before.

When passing by Mr. Pei, there was still no expression on his face, but that look was clearly the most piercing look that Mr. Pei had seen in his life.

How can you be a heartless person who can be heartbroken by a single sentence.

Mr. Pei glanced at him, sighed, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "Your Majesty, you should go back, watching... feels even more uncomfortable."

The boy still shook his head, his face was already stiff, and he couldn't see the slightest emotion.

"I'll wait until she's fully recovered before leaving."

Even if she sat on someone else's bed with heartbroken tears and tears, he still wanted to wait and make sure that she was completely fine before daring to leave.

Old Pei sighed again, hesitating whether to tell the boy the truth.

In the eyes of outsiders, Wanyan confided her heart to Rong Jin like that, she must have a deep love for him.

But Mr. Pei's experience is longer than that of young people after all. He can see at a glance that Wanyan's dependence on the lying young man is the inevitable dependence of blood thicker than water after the exchange of blood. It is gratitude, pity, and reluctance. , is respect.

The sum of these feelings is love, it is true, but it is a kind of love based on blood relationship, which is already beyond love.

In Wanyan's heart at this time, Rong Jin is a relative, so there is no such thing as worldly love.

Mr. Pei wanted to explain, but suddenly thought that it would be a good thing if this relationship could be terminated.

So Mr. Pei finally knew that it was useless to talk too much, so he kept silent.

Somewhat abruptly, the boy opened his mouth.

"Senior, she...forgot about me."

The calm tone was as cold as ever, but bright, a little more confused and broken.

Old Pei nodded and said nothing.

But both of them knew very well that the instigator of all this must be that one person.

"What kind of spell or incantation is this, and I ask the senior to give me some advice."

Old Pei paused for a moment before slowly saying: "There are thousands of spells in the world, and I don't know anything about them."

The young man nodded silently, but his heart was full of swords and files.

Last year, he was burned by the first holy fire, Ziwei Tianhuo, and he forgot the whole world, and he did not forget her.

No matter what kind of spell she has been cast this year, in the end, she still remembers the whole world, except him.

The boy knew that she was also a victim of all this, so he couldn't bear to blame her.

But at this moment, the feeling in the boy's heart was so painful.

When Mr. Pei saw that the young man in front of him stopped talking, his whole body was shrouded in dark clouds, and he couldn't bear to look any further, so he turned and left.

At the top of the stairs, Old Pei turned his head and saw the young man who was like a jade tree with a pillar behind him, but he didn't rely on him at all.

Mr. Pei didn't know what kind of earth-shaking and heartbreaking he was going through in his heart. Anyway, what he could see was that the young man's face was devoid of even the slightest trace of joy or sorrow, just like a holy mask made of marble.

From Agong Suolang, the great protector of the temple, to the ordinary old man Pei Qing, the old man has lived in the shadow of Jingshi for seventy years.

The supreme pure release in the eyes of the world, he is respectable, admirable, sung, and praiseworthy;

Jing Shi in his eyes, he is hateful, terrible, hateful, and spitting.

But no matter what, he who was really standing there at this moment was only pathetic.

Don't worry Jing Shijialan, it's not that she will never fall in love with you again in this life, but she will never fall in love with anyone again in this life.

. . .

At dawn, Wanyan was still holding Rong Jin's hand, she didn't even feel tired at all, but from the beginning she confided her heart all night, now even if she is tongue-in-cheek, she can only agree with each other Talk about some gossip, almost a question.

Wanyan didn't know if she could wait to answer the question, but she just wanted to ask.

"Sheng Lang, speaking of it, although I have investigated you a lot, it's all about your background. However, I really don't know what kind of person he is, the owner of the half blood on my body."

"Will you wake up and let me know what the real Sheng Lang looks like after tearing off the shells of Ninth Prince and Young Master Rong?"

"For example, you must know that I like sweet food, glutinous rice, and meat, and I am incapable of spicy food but I also like spicy food, because you have invited me to dinner twice, and you know my preferences like the palm of your hand.

So what do you like to eat?Will you refuse everything, ups and downs? "

"Sheng Lang, every time I see you, you are dressed in snow-white clothes, so do you like white the most?"

"Sheng Lang, I heard that the princes' names are very meaningful, and most of them are related to Sheji, so why do you only have the word 'baby' in your name?"

"Sheng Lang, when we met for the first time in Shuzhou, you took out a hairpin from your pocket as soon as your classmate took it out. It must have been prepared to give it away at the Hairpin Flower Conference. If I didn't show up that day, you Which girl will you give the hairpin to?"

"Sheng Lang, what are you thinking about every night on the Longevity Column?"

"Sheng Lang, I named you without asking for your opinion. A gentle person like you would blame me for not being able to blame me, but do you like this name?"

Wanyan asked one question after another, asking, every time she asked, Wanyan felt more pain in her heart.

If Rong Jin never wakes up, then no one in the world can answer these questions.

The only thing that Wanyan can understand in her whole life about the owner who has half of the blood flowing in her veins is those few words in the history books.

Ninth Prince Zhong Huaisheng, the son of the late Concubine Rong, is nineteen years old and sick.

　Thank you for the monthly pass and evaluation ticket from baby "Mo Liming"~ and the evaluation ticket from baby "153...6670"~
　　Your support is my greatest motivation~

　　Happy Children's Day, babies!After going through thousands of sails, the childlike innocence remains.

　　Slip away, I'm going to be the last payer of a madman...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)