Empress marry

Chapter 941 You must listen to my own confession, do you have something to tell me?

After a long time, he said, "I know she has suffered a lot."

"No, you don't know."

Feng Quanqing lowered his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "What you have seen is her going from poisoning to detoxification, from disfigurement to recovery, from death to resurrection - but what she has gone through these years, you will never forget her." None will know."

Lou Yanzhi still wanted to ask, but Feng Quanqing obviously didn't intend to continue.

She has moved away from him.

……

Lu Qingqing slept until the evening of the next day.

There was light rain falling in the sky, and although she was holding an umbrella in the turbulent wind and rain, the fine and dense rain was blown in by the wind, so when she returned to Zuixian Tower, her clothes were already a little wet.

Originally thought that if she couldn't wait for such a long time, Shangguan Jinglan might have already left.But when he opened the door and went in, he still saw that figure standing behind the case, not knowing what he was doing.

It was only when Lu Qingqing got closer that he realized that he was looking at her painting.

In fact, there is nothing special, and there are only a few normal flowers and plants in the painting, but he is so focused that he seems to be admiring some masterpiece.

Lu Qingqing handed the umbrella to Fanhua and walked to his side, "Did no one tell you that you can't look around when the master is away?"

The man's eyes shifted from the painting to her face, "You drew this?"

"Any advice?"

"No."

It's just that all these flowers are single plants, obviously just ruthless dead things, as if they all reveal her deep-seated loneliness.

Shangguan Jinglan raised his eyebrows, raised his eyes and saw her wet clothes, and frowned slightly.

"I thought you weren't coming back tonight." He walked to the closet as familiarly as if he was in his own room, took out a clean dress, and his bony palms were already about to take off her clothes, "No umbrella Well, how did you make it like this?"

All the actions seemed to have been experienced thousands of times.

Lu Qingqing was going to change clothes, so naturally she didn't refuse the one he brought, but when he was about to undress her, she stepped back calmly, and said lightly: "The wind is strong, so the rain Float into the umbrella."

"Qingqing."

The woman's movements were slightly stiff, but she did not deny it as before.

Although yesterday's chance encounter was caught off guard, but Han Shangshu was already prepared to close the net, so it's okay to let him know.

After taking off the cloak, she took off her coat as if no one else was there, and then put on a clean one. After finishing all the movements, she looked at him, and the corner of her mouth seemed to be her usual smile, "I have to admit it myself , have something to tell me?"

Yes, many, many words.

It has been like this since he met her yesterday, until he came to this place today, and then he waited for her all day, he has been thinking about how to tell her this, how to confess those unbearable past events.

But during the short time when she was changing clothes, his mind seemed to be getting more and more chaotic, and at the end it suddenly went blank.

He obviously left room for him to organize his words, but looking at her calm face, he couldn't say a word.

She is so calm.

Just like the three days before her death, she calmly wiped out all the love-hate entanglements.

The man's Adam's apple rolled.

Thousands of words, in the end only squeezed out three words, "I'm sorry."

The most clichéd words are three words that cannot be replaced by other words.

Lu Qingqing raised her eyebrows, "Waiting for you for a long time, just to tell me this?"

(End of this chapter)