Nangong Xuan, who was standing in the yard, sighed and was absent-minded many times. Ji Qingxue didn't bother.
She didn't ask why he suddenly summoned himself today. She just thought it was his kindness to stand with a lonely old man for a while.
"Yan'er, he hates me very much, doesn't he?"
Nangong Xuan suddenly opened his mouth, which made Ji Qingxue turn his eyes behind him.
"If such a thing were put on you, would you choose to forgive?" Ji Qingxue asked.
There is no empathy in the world. They may not understand what nangongyan has suffered, but Ji Qingxue has seen his pain, so it is the greatest comfort not to mention it.
She didn't know why Nangong Xuan suddenly asked such a question. Maybe he was regretful, but if he was wrong, he was wrong. It might not be so easy to turn back.
Nangong Xuan's eyes stayed on the dead plum blossom tree. For the sake of the throne, his hands were stained with blood and turned himself into the most despised person step by step.
As Chu Yushang once said, the palace is really only suitable for raising monsters.
Nangong Xuan didn't answer Ji Qingxue's question. It took him a long time to respond. He asked a useless question.
"You go. Someone will take you back."
Nangong Xuan is always moody. As soon as she rises, she sends someone to call her into the palace. If she is not interested, she will be sent back.
The emperor has always been so quick to come and go, and Ji Qingxue has long been surprised.
Before leaving, Ji Qingxue looked back at the old man who was still standing under the tree and said, "Qingxue really hopes that his father will live a long and healthy life."
Nangong Xuan's body moved, and the old voice suddenly sounded: "I have prepared a gift for the child in your belly."
Ji Qingxue thanked him and left. Nangong Xuan raised his hand and stroked the tree trunk: "longevity and health. Now that I know you are still alive, I naturally want to live longer."
Who else are you looking for revenge.
It was gray and it was raining hard.
Duke Li sent Ji Qingxue to the gate of the palace. The carriage of Prince Rui's house stopped in front of him. Nangong got off the carriage with a mysterious robe and a slightly anxious look on his face.
Nangong Yan jumped out of the carriage and walked to Ji Qingxue step by step. He looked at her up and down: "ah Xue, are you okay?"
Ji Qingxue held a sandalwood box in her arms. She said, "Why are you here?"
He waited at home for her not to come back, and waited for her not to come back. He couldn't sit still at all, so he had to go to the palace by himself.
"What are you holding in your hand?"
"Gifts."
Nangong Yan smiled and his hanging heart fell to the ground: "let's go home. It's going to rain again. You don't wear much today. Don't catch a cold."
Duke Li said, "my Lord, the servant didn't break his promise, but the good princess gave it back to you."
Nangong Yan glanced at him lightly: "you should be glad. Otherwise, even if you are the father of the emperor, you won't stand here and talk to the king now."
Ji Qingxue and Nangong Yan got into the carriage. Grandpa Li watched them leave before he went back to recover his life.
Junsi hall.
"Are they back?" Nangong Xuanyi brushed away the fallen leaves on the stone stool and sat down.
Duke Li bowed his head: "the emperor expected it to be good. As expected, the prince came to the gate of the palace to pick up the princess."
Nangong Xuan smiled and shook his head, because the son didn't trust himself now.
"Old man, I can always see the shadow of me and Yushang when they were young. Do you think they will repeat our mistakes?"
Nangong Xuan's eyes did not look at him. This seemed to be asking grandpa Li, but it was more like asking himself.
Duke Li thought for a moment and said, "I don't think so."
"Why?"
"Because the prince is not the emperor and the princess is not the princess."
In fact, this was already a great treason, but Nangong Xuan was not angry.
"I hope so."
I hope they won't follow my old path. I hope they really trust each other at any time.
After all, there are so many things in the world that you can't help yourself. You think you have changed everything. In fact, when you look back, you find that you are already deep in the mud.
Yan'er, maybe you can understand me when you have more choices.
In the carriage, Ji Qingxue always stared at the sandalwood box in a daze. Nangong Yan asked, "what's in this box?"
Ji Qingxue replied honestly, "I haven't opened it either. This is a gift from your father to our child."
Hearing that it was a gift from him, Nangong Yan frowned deeper and grabbed the box and put it far away.
"Who knows what's in his mind? It's better to be careful."
Nangong Yan won't forget how cruel and cruel his father was, and he cut off his last family affection.
Ji Qingxue raised her hand and stroked his frown again and again: "I know you don't like him, but promise me never to punish yourself with other people's mistakes."
Nangong Yan knew what she meant, so he gently held Ji Qingxue's catkin: "I don't hate him, but I won't forgive him."
The recent weather in Kyoto is always like a woman. If you turn your face, you will turn your face. One moment the weather was sunny and cloudless, and the next moment the dark clouds rolled and the sky thundered.
Suddenly it rained cats and dogs, making the whole day in Kyoto dark and dull.
Yun'er is holding an umbrella at the entrance of the house. Elder sister and the prince have gone to the palace and don't know if they have come back.
In the huge rain curtain, yun'er saw the man standing across the street.
Still the tavern, the tall and straight figure at the door caught her off guard.
They stood silently, speechless to each other, and no one took another step forward.
The eaves water wet most of MuQing's clothes. Yun'er couldn't bear it. If he drenched it like this, he would get cold and sick.
However, Mu Qing seemed to have roots in the soles of her feet. She just stood there and stared at her with a cold face, as if she were looking at her prey.
After standing for a long time, yun'er finally took his umbrella and went into the house. Mu Qing smiled bitterly at the corners of her mouth.
It's enough to look at you like this, really.
Before long, someone came to Mu Qing gently. He deliberately lowered his voice: "yuenu, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
Mu Qing was covered with cold breath. He said coldly, "I don't want to see you."
"At least we are trained together. You are the coldest of brothers and sisters."
"Hum, you talk about feelings with a dark guard. Did I hear you wrong, or did you have a brain problem?"
The star slave pulled the corner of his mouth: "it's really the same bad temper as before, but this time I'm here to pass the master's order."
"Say." one more word is a waste.
"Get rid of the child in Ji Qingxue's stomach at all costs."