When Su Yueming walked out of Yonghe Garden, she raised her head and looked at the horizon in the distance.
The sky was getting darker, and the setting sun was like blood. The setting sun reflected on her flawless white jade face. Her whole body looked a bit blurred in the light and shadow, as if she didn't know when she would leave.
The scenery in the world is dreamlike and illusory. Is this the same as the sky in the previous life?
Qi Yiniang was gone again. This was something she had not expected. A person who did not have the courage to live with his head held high might have the power to die. Su Yueming understood another truth.
Because of Su Yurong's honesty at the last moment, she did not want to kill Qi Yiniang, not because she wanted to forgive Qi Yiniang, but because she did not want Su Yurong to be alone in the future.
"Third Miss, I just went to inquire about it. The eldest lady has new injuries and old injuries. She is still unconscious and her life is in danger. The Prime Minister has issued a message that the eldest lady must be revived." Bi'er told the news one by one.
Informed Su Yueming.
"What about the eldest lady?" Su Yueming asked.
"Somehow, something like this happened to the eldest lady, but the eldest lady was nowhere to be seen. I heard that the prime minister was even angry about it."
"Oh." Su Yueming nodded lightly. At this moment, she didn't seem to be interested in Su Baixi's affairs.
This battle has damaged the eldest lady's foundation. In addition, the truth about Su Qingru's tragic death that year has been revealed, and Qi Yiniang is gone as a result. Both the old lady and Su Buqing have lost their patience with the eldest lady.
If she was not mistaken, the eldest lady would have basically come to an end this time.
What she is thinking about now is——
She spread her hands, holding the small porcelain bottle given to her by Su Buqing. This bottle was said to contain love potion.
"Third Miss, the King of the North Campus invites you." As if he knew that she was thinking about something about him, at this time, Murong Canghai sent Ying Lie to call her to come.
"Wait a moment, you go back to the King of the North Campus, I will be there later." She put the small porcelain bottle back into her sleeve and said.
After changing his clothes, before he could say anything, he heard the sound of a flute.
I only heard the quaint silver notes slipping down one after another in the sound of the flute. This sound is like water, long and flowing, and if you listen carefully, it seems to have a gurgling sadness.
Su Yueming pushed open the courtyard door and saw a dark purple figure standing under the pear tree in the courtyard. She was slender, cold, arrogant, and could not be tolerated in the world.
The morning mist has not yet melted away, and the white petals are lingering around him, as if there is a rising fairy spirit.
She didn't expect that a man like Murong Canghai could be so casual and elegant.
She stepped forward without surprising him, but walked aside, raised her hand to pluck a crystal clear pear blossom, and placed it in the palm of her hand.
There was a dewdrop hidden in the petals. She opened her lips slightly and put the pear blossom between her lips.
Such a pure and flawless flower has a bitter meaning.
She squinted her eyes slightly, and in the misty light, she seemed to see the old times again.
"You're here." The flute sound stopped, he turned around, looked at her, and asked, as if he knew she would definitely come.
She raised her eyes and met his. Their eyes intertwined in mid-air, as if they were separated by a hundred years.
"Yes, I'm here." She said.
The wind blows, and the white petals fall like snow, falling in the hair, on the skirts of clothes, in the hands...