Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 300 Sisters (Ling Qingwei Episode [-])
After that day, Ling Youyao would always go to Chongwen Museum with Ling Qingwei.

Ling Qingwei just thought that she was bored at home by herself, so she told her father and took her to attend the school together.But the further back, Ling Qingwei felt that something was wrong.

Every time Ling Youyao went to Chongwen Museum, she always brought a small box of snacks. Seeing that she had brought so much, Ling Qingwei asked, "Yaoer brought so many snacks, can you finish them?"

"This is for brother Zilin, Yao'er won't eat it." Ling Youyao smiled, and put all the peach blossom cakes made by her mother into the box.

"Brother Zilin?" Ling Qingwei thought for a long time, but couldn't remember who it was.

Ling Youyao said: "That's right, after Brother Zilin ate the peach blossom cakes made by his mother, he kept remembering them, and then I promised him to bring him some when the peach blossoms bloom next time."

Ling Qingwei suddenly felt that something was wrong, held her hand and asked, "Is Yao'er familiar with him?"

"Well, brother Zilin is very kind to Yao'er. He also said that he would invite me to play when the palace is finished."

Hearing the word "Prince's Mansion", Ling Qing became slightly restless.Today, there are nine sons of the Holy Majesty, and only four of them have been crowned kings. The three princes have already opened their residences, and it seems that there is only one prince who was crowned king recently——

"Is it His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince?"

Ling Youyao nodded, took her hand and walked out, excitedly said: "Sister, let's go quickly, if you don't leave, the teacher will start to give lectures."

Ling Qingwei looked at her bright smile and answered absently.Last time, Mingming hugged her and said that he was afraid that the Seventh Prince would arrest her as a maidservant, but now he affectionately calls Brother Shang Zilin, it would be too fast
After knowing this, Ling Qingwei did not stop Ling Youyao from interacting with Fu Mingjue, but just kept an eye out.

At first, she thought that Fu Mingjue was just too withdrawn and didn't like to associate with other princes and princesses, so he treated Ling Youyao differently.But after she met Fu Mingjue a few times, she always felt that he didn't look at Yao'er like he looked at his sister.

The more Ling Qingwei thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and finally couldn't hold back anymore, and went to King Jing's mansion to ask Fu Mingjue to clarify.

Fu Mingjue didn't hide anything, and frankly admitted his thoughts: "Yao'er said in person that she would pay the king herself, since she said so, how can the king not accept it?"

Ling Qingwei clenched her ten fingers tightly, and asked in a questioning tone: "Yao'er is only eight years old now, and His Highness will marry a wife in two years. Are you planning to make Yao'er a concubine by saying this?"

"Who wants her to be a concubine?" His voice was light, but there was an unquestionable firmness, "I will only marry Yao'er in this life."

Looking at his indifferent face, Ling Qingwei suddenly remembered his gentle and smiling face when facing Yao'er, and was inexplicably relieved, leaving only one sentence: "I hope Your Highness will do what you say." Then she left.

That night, Ling Qingwei asked Ling Youyao: "Does Yao'er like the Seventh Prince very much?"

The little girl said without thinking, "I like it."

Ling Qingwei's heart sank for a while, and she asked again: "Others don't like the Seventh Prince, why does Yao'er like the Seventh Prince?"

Ling Youyao thought about it seriously, and said: "It's because other people don't like brother Zilin that Yao'er likes him."

Hearing this answer, Ling Qing was slightly taken aback.

Everyone knows that the seventh prince has a cold personality and doesn't like to talk to strangers. Except for the prince and the eldest princess, almost no one talks to him.But when he was with Ling Youyao, there was always a smile on his brows and eyes, and the frost and snow in his eyes seemed to melt at that time.

At the end, she sighed softly, and said: "Although the Seventh Prince is very kind to Yao'er, Yao'er must also pay attention to her sense of proportion, and there is no way to exceed it, you know?"

"I know my sister." Ling Youyao obediently agreed.

Ling Qingwei looked at her younger sister's innocent appearance, and felt warm in her heart.She thought, Fu Mingjue was probably attracted by such a smile just like her, right?
Once, an old fairy brought a girl doll to her dream and said that she would give her the doll with pink make-up and jade as a younger sister.But where is this sent by the old god?Obviously she begged for it day and night.

Some fates have already been set, even if we are far apart, we will meet each other eventually.

From the first time Ling Qingwei saw Xiao Yao'er, she decided to protect her.Regardless of the wind and rain, or the sword, she will protect Yao'er, but she has forgotten one thing——

She herself is a girl who needs protection.
In March of that year, a gorgeous rhododendron bloomed behind Foguang Temple Mountain, and a sea of ​​bright red flowers jumped out from the green forest and green hills. The bright red color was as dazzling as the winding blood river on the ground.

The snow in the distant mountains has not yet melted, and there is still a tinge of chill in the mountains and forests, but what is more frightening than this is the knife passing by in front of your eyes.

Ling Qingwei looked at the servant who was fighting with the rebels, and hid Ling Youyao under the carriage in a panic, and said with red eyes: "Yaoer, don't be afraid, sister will protect you, you stay here well, sister will come to you later .”

Maybe she had foreseen something, Ling Youyao held her hand tightly and refused to let go, tremblingly said: "Sister, I don't want you, I don't want you to go."

"Yaoer is obedient, sister will come back to find you." Ling Qingwei broke free from her hand, took a deep look at her, and left resolutely.

Ling Youyao looked at her slender and thin back standing in the shadow of the sword, she was so weak, but at this moment she was extremely strong.

The sky was gloomy, and thick ink clouds rolled over from a distance, and the ears were filled with the sound of screams and sword collisions.

It was already March at this time, but there was a strange thin snow in the sky, and the profuse snowflakes melted into the scalding blood and dissipated in an instant, as if they had never been in this world.

Ling Qing stood staggeringly amidst the blood, although she was in severe pain, she still dragged her steps towards Ling Youyao with difficulty.

"Yao'er, it's okay." She forced a smile, and she no longer had the energy to speak.

Ling Youyao looked at her with wide eyes, full of horror, and wanted to remind her, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't say a word.She whimpered and cried, desperately trying to stop it, but it was still a step too late.
The arrow pierced through the sky from the dark place, and suddenly penetrated Ling Qingwei's body.

Trembling, Ling Youyao caressed her face, but she couldn't tell whether it was tears or blood on her face.

"elder sister."

Ling Qing slightly raised her face to look at Ling Youyao, with tears in her eyes and a smile: "Don't be afraid. Sister, I will always be with you"

The cold snowflakes fell into her eyes and turned into little crystals, that unique brilliance gradually dimmed, but it remained in Ling Youyao's heart forever.

When she was dying, Ling Qingwei once said to Fu Mingjue: "Your Highness, there is no need to save me. I just want you to promise me one thing."

"Shut up!" Fu Mingjue picked her up and walked back, "If you die, Yao'er will be sad for the rest of her life."

Ling Qing smiled bitterly: "But, every step you take, I feel sore."

Fu Mingjue stopped suddenly, lowered his eyes, his expression was dim, and he only asked, "What do you want to say?"

With the last ounce of strength, she said: "What Your Highness said, I hope His Highness will do it."

"it is good."

With this promise, Ling Qingwei was finally relieved, and slowly closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Although this life is short, she has seen the most beautiful peach blossoms in the world and heard the most sincere and fiery words.Ordinary people have a fulfilling life, and they often seek the love of their husbands and wives, full of children and grandchildren, and enjoy the happiness of their family.

In her life, she had no conjugal love, no children and grandchildren, and she never even had the first love of a girl.

In these short 15 years, her parents loved her very much. Although her elder brother was unreliable, he always protected her, and she had such a lovely and sensible younger sister.

That being said, it is complete.
The snow in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, Ling Qingwei didn't feel cold, but warm in his heart.

Yaoer, in fact, I have always believed that people have past and present lives.I guess we must have met a long time ago, that's why the old fairy took you into my dream.Maybe one day in the future, we will meet again
(End of this chapter)