The general didn't say much about the nanny's death from poison, but he just ordered someone to add an extra fine nanmu coffin.
On Lingxiao Mountain, all the people gradually dispersed. Qingcheng and Butterfly were still kneeling in front of the newly piled graves, sobbing. The Jingblade standing beside them looked at all this with a cold face, heartbroken, and patted Qingcheng's face from time to time.
back.
According to Qingcheng's wish, they were buried in a sunny place on Lingxiao Mountain. They have stayed in a cold and dark place for too long, and they will definitely like it here. Qingcheng sprinkled the last handful of Lingxiao and caught the butterflies without looking back.
Going down the mountain----they still have to live well!
Jingren has been following behind him silently.
When he arrived at the imperial capital, Qingcheng stopped on the street, stopped, looked back and said to Jingren: "I don't want to go back to Yan Mansion."
Jingren looked at Qingcheng blankly, wondering what she wanted to say.
Staring into Jingren's eyes, Qingcheng tried his best to keep his voice as low as possible so that it sounded more natural.
"Jingren, thank you for taking care of me these days. I am very grateful, but love and gratitude are different. I hope you can understand." Looking up, Jingren did not speak, but looked at Qingcheng blankly.
A touch of loneliness overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
Qingcheng thought he still didn't understand, so he stood upright in front of him and looked directly at him: "Jingren, Yan Mansion has no reason for me to stay, so if I want to leave, I will naturally not marry you again.
So please let me go. If we can’t be husband and wife, we can still be friends!”
Qingcheng couldn't bear to look at Jingren, whose fists were gradually tightening, and his eyes were full of injured Jingren. He didn't say anything, so just take it as his acquiescence. It's true as the nanny said, these days, Jingren is really
He was very considerate of himself, and for his own sake, he would not even pay attention to the general. If he married him, he would be very happy, and Qingcheng had no doubt about this.
He turned around and left without leaving any room. It was not that he was afraid of being forced to stay by Jingblade, but that his already exhausted heart really wanted to find a sheltered harbor to stop and never move forward again. Maybe.
I really almost fell in love with him.
*******
I walked aimlessly for a while, stopped at a crossroads, and looked around at the vast sky: where is my place?
When he lowered his eyes, a pair of feet with pointed shoes appeared in his eyes. Looking from bottom to top, he saw fluttering white clothes. Looking up again, he saw a cold and handsome face without any expression.
It's the Shocking Blade!
Has he changed his mind again? Still won't let me leave?
Qingcheng looked at him straightly, the guilt and self-blame he had felt just now were completely wiped away, turning into a faint anger: How long would he continue to persist?
"Someone from the palace has come to announce the decree to you, and they are waiting at the Yan Mansion! It seems that the only one who can accommodate you this morning is the Yan Mansion." Jingren's voice was very calm, and there seemed to be a hint of expectation.
Qingcheng was slightly startled.
*******
In the hall of the General's Mansion.
Following Heaven’s orders, Emperor Zhao said:
Yan Qingcheng, the daughter of a mighty general, was beautiful, dignified, and virtuous. She was specially given to the Tianchen Commandery Commander Ji Jingren as his wife, and was given a second-grade imperial edict as a sign of heaven's grace.
Admire this!
The general and the first lady thanked him loudly. Qingcheng received the yellow imperial edict dully and knelt on the ground, as if his soul had been drained out.
The father-in-law seemed to be very dissatisfied with Qingcheng's attitude. He glanced at her and was about to say a few words. The general pulled him over and said, "Thank you, father-in-law." He had already stuffed a piece of gold under his sleeve.
Returning to the somewhat empty Lanyuan, Qingcheng sat in despair, staring out the window. Butterfly sat at the table in a daze, looking at her worriedly.
The Shocking Blade is coming.
"If you really don't want to marry me, I will ask the emperor to break off the engagement." Jingren's voice was low and cold, without any warmth.
"You asked for the marriage, right?" Qingcheng spoke slowly without turning his head, his empty gaze still fixed on the window.
"Yes. You are remarrying for an excuse. I always thought that women are vain and can be satisfied by giving them a halo. Who knew that was not what you wanted." Jingren said, his voice full of joking and self-deprecation.
Silence, there was a long silence in the room.
Suddenly Qingcheng stood up, walked in front of Jingren, and looked down at him sitting there: "I will marry you, but tomorrow is an auspicious morning, and I want to get married tomorrow."
"Really." Jingren's eyes lit up, he stood up straight and almost bumped into Qingcheng. He hugged Qingcheng, his voice was full of doubts: "Qingcheng, you really agreed to marry me.
Really? Is it true?"
Jingren looked at Qingcheng with a smile on his face, his eyes bright and focused into a single point.
Qingcheng saw his own shrunken shadow in those tiny pupils, with gray eyes and an indifference like the vicissitudes of life.