101【How can I deserve to go to the world of my mother】
The Jiangshui generation was not very prosperous and lived in a simple and comfortable way, but Lian Zheng's bones were buried here by us.
After returning home, I heard that on the same day, the queen of Daqi Kingdom was buried.
Everyone was confused when they first heard the news. When did Daqi have a queen? How come no one even the common people who love gossip knew about it?
After I inquired more about it, I realized that what was buried in the imperial mausoleum were some old clothes and a wishful lock. It was only then that I guessed who the person originally wanted to be buried there was.
Jiang Huai smacked his lips while shaking his fan and drinking tea, "Tsk tsk, my emperor is so courageous. Even if you die, you will be the ghost of the royal family."
I suddenly felt endless sourness in the air, but because I didn't care much about Jiang Huai, I didn't talk to him.
"Well, I have learned countless secrets, but your fate is the most ridiculous and shocking. First you were an outcast, then you became a princess in a daze, and then you were demoted to a commoner with tears rolling down your face. Unexpectedly,'
After she died, she was posthumously named queen." Seeing that I ignored him, Jiang Huai got even more excited and kept pouting his mouth that could kill people, "Think about it, what are the concubines in the palace now?
The only daily activities left are to stab you, after all, I have been waiting for so long, but you, a heartless girl, stopped me. So I say, if your life is compiled into a book, then
Every word must be absurd, tsk tsk, what a ridiculous record worthy of spreading among the public..."
I glanced at him, my heart was turbulent but my appearance was calm and I said, "Don't talk to me with such inappropriate emphasis."
Jiang Huai tapped the table with his index finger and asked me: "Is this an order?"
I nodded quickly, "Forget it."
"Then in what capacity are you ordering me?" Jiang Huai folded his fan and placed it beside the table, staring straight at me, "Anyway, I know that I can't listen to anyone except my own wife, so
My dear, just let me take care of you?"
I felt a little uncomfortable for no reason, so I had to ask: "Do I look like I can't take care of myself?"
Before he could answer his question, I limped back to my room and closed the door tightly.
In Fu Donglou's place I was a dead person and needed to be mourned; in Jiang Huai's place I was a useless person and needed to be taken care of. I really accomplished nothing except failure.
A heartache hurts more than a physical wound, that's true.
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Unsurprisingly, I saw Fu Donglou again that night. His beard had grown longer, as if he had aged ten years in a few nights. He was looking at the memorial and had not made comments for a long time. His eyes were full of sadness and sadness.
miss.
I approached him, and he finally finished writing, but what he wrote was a sentence that made my nose suddenly sore - the last stroke of thick ink in the east building was drawn outside the memorial.
Only then did he come to his senses, and then he scratched out the poem and threw the memorial away.
Many of our pasts and confusions all started from this bad poem I made up. How could I not be sad and shed tears? If this was not a dream, I would definitely throw myself into his lap.
Cry a little, pour out all the grievances and pain...
I admit that I am also very sloppy when it comes to dealing with past relationships, so when I woke up from the dream, I almost had the idea of going back to see him.
But with my lame appearance, how can I be worthy enough to be the queen of the world? How can I cause him to be ridiculed by everyone in the world?
Enough, really enough.
I finally understood that the best dream I had ever had in my life was to be with him; and the worst reality I had ever seen was waking up from those dreams.
Before the morning light was bright, I dug out a Jiang Huai gown and put it on, then casually tied up a man's hair in a bun, and left with Zhui Feng in hand.
A little further, let me go a little further, so that I will never make the wrong decision no matter when I think about it, and make it difficult for me to be impulsive because I have to walk a long, long way back.