"You don't want your life?" Jingren hugged the soaked Qingcheng and stood in the courtyard, looking at her with eyes full of anger.
"Jingren." When Qingcheng saw him standing in the courtyard, he was stunned for a moment, suddenly panicked, pulled Jingren and said hurriedly: "My mother is still in the well, go and rescue her quickly."
Jingren did not move after hearing this, but looked straight at Qingcheng and said word by word: "Your mother is already dead."
His fingers were cold from shock, and he stared blankly at Jingren for a moment. Qingcheng shook his arm as if he was awakening: "You lied, my mother is not dead, she is still in the well, I saw her just now, you
It’s time to save her quickly! If it’s later, it’ll be too late!”
Jingren stood still indifferent, looking at Qingcheng with eyes full of sadness and pity: "Your mother is really dead."
"I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it." Qingcheng listened, and stepped forward to grab Jingren tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, looking up at her as if to beg: "Jingblade,...
Don’t you want me to marry you voluntarily? Then go and save my mother. I will marry you, marry you with all my heart, and marry you willingly.” Looking at Jingren’s sad eyes, Qingcheng said.
Finally, with tears streaming down her face, she let go of the frightening blade as if she was lost, and slowly backed away, muttering to herself: "I will marry you, I will marry you."
"Qingcheng." With a cry of regret, Jingren took a step forward and hugged Qingcheng distressedly into his arms.
Someone had already fished out the contents of the well and showed them in front of Qingcheng's eyes. They were a pair of white bones.
"Mother." Qingcheng screamed miserably, his vision went dark, and he fainted.
In the darkness, there seemed to be a vague white light moving. It floated in front of him, and Qingcheng took a closer look. The light was wrapped in a fairy-like figure in white gauze, which was his mother.
Qingcheng jumped up happily, rushed over and called excitedly: "Mom, it turns out you are still alive, right?"
The outstretched hand penetrated the white light and grasped a piece of nothingness. The person in the light looked at Qingcheng with a smile and a sad expression. He raised his hand and touched Qingcheng, and his forehead immediately became cold.
"Mother." With a cry, Qingcheng sat up from the bed and was embraced by a warm embrace in a moment: "Si'er is awake."
After her eyes adjusted to the light in the room, the nurse sat beside the bed, hugging Qingcheng with one hand and wiping the sweat on her forehead with a cloth in the other. Her eyes were full of heartache and sadness.
"Nanny, my mother..." Qingcheng cast a questioning look at the wet nurse.
"Alas." The nanny sighed, stopped her hand, and turned to look out the window: "Since the princess entrusted you to me, I have never seen her again. Many years ago, I guessed that she was no longer alive.
When I think about seeing her again, she looks like this. I am separated from her by life and death, but we have been living together silently for many years. I don’t know!"
As she spoke, the wet nurse choked up and burst into tears.