My Master Jinyiwei

Chapter 9

Liu Ling felt very cold.

In the bitter cold, all the thoughts she didn't want to recall jumped out and squeezed her nerves - she had already sent a letter to Yejing to break off the engagement with Lu Mingshan.This trip to Beijing is to deal with follow-up events.

She thought of the boy who stretched out his hand to her in the past, and was still waiting for her, "A Ling, don't be afraid, I will always be by your side."

But in fact he doesn't accompany her anymore.

After leaving Jiangzhou Mansion, Liu Ling hadn't thought of Lu Mingshan for a long time.She was immersed in the fun brought by Shen Yan, this young man, among all the people she had met, was unprecedentedly difficult to get close to, yet attracted her like a poppy.

Shen Yan is very good-looking, but Liu Ling likes his difficulty the most.

Besides, she used Shen Yan to forget Lu Mingshan.

This night, she suddenly thought of her old love, which made her heart ache like a knife.

Liu Ling's life is like a marionette, living dependent on people.Maybe she could have been independent, but unfortunately the world is unpredictable, she lost that ability when she was very young.At first it was her mother. After her mother died, that person became Lu Mingshan.She met Lu Mingshan in Yejing when she was young, and soon became engaged to Lu Mingshan.

After her mother's death she had distrusted all feelings.But Lu Mingshan was different.

Lu Mingshan's life was saved by her.She has the right to choose this boy who broke into her world.

The first time she saw him, she hid the seriously injured boy at home.After Lu Mingshan woke up, she realized the complexity of this young man's life experience.He came from a famous family in Yejing, and his parents were separated during the war. When he grew up and found his family, he found out that his father had married another wife.

Liu Ling's background is also complicated, her current mother is originally her aunt.Her father, King Guangping, was not favored, but she lived in her grandfather's house outside Yejing when she was young, but she was quite favored by the Holy One.But when she went home again, she found that she had younger brothers and sisters, and there was almost no place for her in the Guangping Palace.

The same embarrassing status gave Liu Ling infinite patience when taking care of the injured boy.She was only ten years old at that time, and Lu Mingshan was only fifteen.He was depressed, and her silent company gave him the illusion of long-lasting love.

Liu Ling didn't know how Lu Mingshan secretly observed her during that time.But when he returned to the family later, he proposed marriage to her.

Liu Ling was surprised, "How dare you propose marriage to me? Haven't you heard from my family that I killed my mother?"

She will never forget Lu Mingshan's answer in her life.

He lowered his eyes, reached out to wipe the water from her eyelashes, and showed pity, "A Ling, I think, when other people are afraid of getting in trouble, the little girl who will hug my head and feed me water , won’t kill my mother. Even if it’s because of you, you definitely didn’t do it on purpose.”

The beginning of Liu Ling and Lu Mingshan was accompanied by misunderstanding.He thought her heart was pure and kind, and she was just driven by her personality, so she was fearless.A love that begins with a misunderstanding may end likewise.

But at that time, Liu Ling looked at the young man in a daze, and tears fell drop by drop.She was silent and said nothing, but she was thinking: she will treat him well all her life.

She thought: I am the same person as him, noble and arrogant, with scars buried in my heart.Our meeting is destined by God, it is the collision of the same souls, and it is also the comfort of the sad people.Because the same, so understand, will not say goodbye.

She didn't love this boy before, but after he said this, she must love him.

She had lived like a walking dead before, but after he came to hold her hand, her life was his.

She has to be with this guy.

After her mother passed away, Liu Ling's life was like a dying volcano.When she was ten years old, Lu Mingshan pulled her out of the catastrophe.He gave her love, trust, and hope.For nearly six years, Liu Ling put all her girlish feelings on this person.Lu Mingshan really treated her well, he was kind and gentle with her, Liu Ling had never seen him show affection for other girls.

"A Ling, why would I leave you? My life is yours." He stroked her cloudy hair, and pinched the tip of her nose affectionately.

"I will always be with you." His embrace was as warm as his smile, and she snuggled into it, reluctant to part.

Liu Ling remembered his noble eyebrows, deep eyes, and beautiful temperament.When she couldn't see him, she took these out of her memory and recalled them slowly.Her love came unexpectedly, but the process was no worse than any other girl in this world.Forever is an extravagant word, Liu Ling dare not expect extravagantly.But when Lu Mingshan said "forever", she burst into tears over and over in her heart - she believed him.

But it was such a person who betrayed her.

When Jiji was born last year, Lu Mingshan did not go to Jiangzhou Mansion to celebrate her birthday.She didn't take it seriously at first, after all, her fiancé was a busy man in Yejing.

Until she learned that Lu Mingshan didn't look for her not because he was busy, but because he found his old true love.

She suddenly knew that before Lu Mingshan met her, he had a lover.She was different to Lu Mingshan, and so was that one.

Lu Mingshan said to Liu Ling: My life is yours.

But his old love is the white moonlight that will never fade in his heart.

The bright white moonlight shone on him, from youth to adulthood, no matter who he was, no matter where he was, his heart would always draw close to him.

Who is Liu Ling?

Liu Ling thought: Maybe he forgot.

No one knew that during the private correspondence, Liu Ling and Lu Mingshan kept arguing, and the more they quarreled, the more tense they became.

In one year, she seemed to have experienced 300 years-the days felt like years, and she was suffering all the time.

Lu Mingshan's last letter was quite annoying, and he even picked out the thorn in Liu Ling's heart that could never be touched, "A Ling, why do you have to kill everyone? Your mother was... Isn't that enough?"

Love is such a damper.

Liu Ling stared at his letter, got up and stood in front of the window.

The sky is slightly cool, the lotus leaves spread out in the lake, the dense fog is humid, and the wind wrinkles the lake surface.The smell of lake water with the smell of water plants rolled over and brushed Liu Ling's cheeks.

Xia Ri's life in the courtyard is beginning to emerge, but Liu Ling is immersed in depression.

After her mother died, she moved into her mother's courtyard. Standing at the window every day, she could see the piece of water where her mother sank into the lake and died.Every time I look at it, I feel that my mother died again in front of me.

To this day, Lu Mingshan is also dead in her heart.

The person she misses will one day get tired of her.He regretted—"It's too tiring to be with you."

She was attached to Lu Mingshan in her heart and made him her parasite.She is full of dust, and he is the brocade silk she carefully treasures.She had loved him fervently, strongly, sincerely.She suppressed all expectations, with light and darkness, to pray for their future.

The strong feelings that were pinned on like that died in the end.

The mountains are high and cold, and the sky is raining, pattering, as if it will never stop.Liu Ling felt that she was having a long dream, and she tossed and turned in the dream again, which caused her insomnia.The night looked like a lifetime, and she refused to wake up from the dream. Liu Ling felt uncomfortable in every way, as if she was dying again and again.

She and Lu Mingshan had known each other for five years and had been arguing for a year. There was no way forward.

Maybe it's her fault that she has no other sustenance in her feelings, and the consequences are self-sufficient.

"I am the same person as him, noble and arrogant, with scars buried in my heart. Our encounter is destined by God, it is the collision of the same soul, and it is also the comfort of the sad person. Because we are the same, we understand and will not say goodbye."

So she waited -- expecting extravagantly, desolately.

(End of this chapter)