Leftover Girl Crossing: King Leng's Stand-in Concubine

Chapter 838
Next, she didn't know if everything would go according to her plan, but she had to abandon everything to fulfill her wish and act out this long-lost reunion. How much she loved this scene could help her find a solution How much she loves this man who is reckless with drugs, who is with him every step of the way, and how much she hates this man who loves her and doesn't believe in her, but now her heart is cold, so sad Die alone, without love or hatred, as long as she can go back to the young children, she can bless them, so that their childhood lives don't have to live in the shadows.

Now, she only has this belief to firmly support her, otherwise, she would rather forget about Murong Jin in the rivers and lakes.

At least in her heart she cherishes the beauty of the past and has become the most beautiful treasure in this life. She really doesn't want to let herself live in this cold reality. Only the past that was once warm can give her some comfort.

She used to be so deeply in love.

She never failed her love for him, she loved him so hard.

It's just that the heartbreak now is such a clear pain, it seems to separate the whole person inch by inch, as if drowning in icy water in the cold winter months, powerless and so cold.

Her voice trembled a little, Jin, you've lost weight...

Murong Jin felt as if the softest part of his heart had been touched, and he had to admit that he still had feelings for this woman, even though she did such vicious things and hurt him so deeply, but the beauty of the past was What really happened, he can't forget it, but he can't let go of the deep hurt, sadness and despair.

All these complex emotions made his heart uneasy for a moment, as if there was a thin line between relief and forgetting, and he didn't know where to deviate.

He loved her, once loved her so deeply that he could give his life for her, but he never forgot the woman in his heart.

It was so profound, as if a seed had taken root in his heart, and now Concubine Xuan Gui watered and fertilized it, and that seed was growing vigorously in his heart, as if it was about to become a towering tree gradually occupying his heart , devouring his heart inch by inch, nothing else could be accommodated, only the lost beauty left.

Murong Jin said coldly, don't cry all the time, it's not good for your eyes, if your body is not good, take good care of it...

After hesitating for a moment, he turned and left without looking back.

Qingqing knew that his affection for her past was far from enough to make him change his mind.

She didn't understand why the beauty of the past was shattered so quickly, and why the determination was so cold now.

It's just that she knows that she has no heart at this moment, and she can't lose this only chance to meet Murong Jin.

She ran over quickly and hugged him tightly from behind.

Hug tightly, without the slightest gap.

Murong Jin turned around and looked at her with tears all over her face, stretched out her hand to gently wipe away the glistening teardrops on her cheeks, such a beautiful face, but such a cruel heart, if you Gu Nianzhen and you have been married for many years , and why did you want to harm my own flesh and blood?
The hatred made Murong Jin wake up.

Qingqing looked at him, didn't say anything, just hugged him even tighter, paused for a long time before slowly saying, I know you can't understand and can't forgive, but tonight is the tenth anniversary of our meeting, I Can I give you a dance?

She said it so pitifully, with tears in her eyes, but she was so forbearingly strong, even Murong Jin's cold heart gradually melted away.

She nodded and said, unexpectedly, we have been husband and wife for ten years.

Qingqing also said with tears in his eyes. It has been ten years, and he will never forget it without thinking about it.

She raised her head vigorously, let the tears that were about to fall flow back and said, let me dance for you to fulfill my wish, please the emperor make it come true.

Murong Jin sat down on a chair beside her, and Qingqing picked up the pipa and played a song called Spring River Flower and Moon Night.

The voice is mournful and the music is lingering, as if rushing into the moon, broken like sighs.

Qingqing's dance is also extremely tactful and poignant, exciting.

Spinning and jumping back and forth, thin beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

The wind gradually faded away, and old things came one after another.

Qingqing said as if weeping and complaining: the silk strings are soaked in from the fingertips, and there is no dust.People are far away and the world is near, but Boya is not there, and the piano is covered with dust.Who else burns incense and listens to music in the rainy night?Move a flat boat, park the smoke-colored mood, roll up a curtain of light frost to hide the worries of the world.The next life is still waiting for me in place, only the initial gaze is carved into the sandalwood.The agarwood is hidden, the purple clothes are plain, and the beauty is withered between the fingers.The pearl language is falling down, the green shirt is wet with turbid wine, and the heart of the piano has been vicissitudes of life.What is still young is the deep affection of Yupan and I Sijun.

After the voice fell, she knelt down and looked at Murong Jindao, Chunhua Jingfang, five colors Lingsu, the piano is still in the imperial court, and the new voice replaces the past!There are mandarin ducks in Jinshui, and water in Han Palace. Those things are new. People of the world are like people who are blinded by obscenity and don't realize it!Zhu Xian is broken, the bright mirror is missing, the morning dew is shining, the fragrance is resting, the head is groaning, hurting parting, trying to add food, don't miss the concubine, Jinshui Tangtang, farewell to the king!

As he said that, the dagger that was as cold as snow in his sleeve had already cut towards the throat.

Murong Jin quickly grabbed the dagger in her hand, but the blood was already gushing out, the dagger fell to the ground, and her body fell into Murong Jin's arms. , Your majesty, the happiest thing in this concubine's life is meeting you.

(End of this chapter)