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"You can't!" Qingcheng and I spoke at the same time, and then we looked at each other, and then there was silence.

It was only now that Lin Feng noticed me. I had just bumped into him and he hadn't noticed me at all, only staring blankly at Qingcheng who was rushing out. Otherwise, with his movement technique, how could he have been so easily hit?

"Why are you here too? Could it be that the 'marriage' you're looking for is also that renegade Yang Liang? " The corner of Lin Feng's mouth had a trace of mockery.

He was right. Me and Qingcheng both came here for the sake of asking for forgiveness. I had no choice but to give a light nod of my head.

Lin Feng's face was filled with disdain.

"I want to see what kind of man can make all of you fall in love with him!"

After he finished speaking, Lin Feng stood up in anger. He held the sword on his waist, and walked into the small courtyard with bloodshot eyes.

Both Qingcheng and I grew anxious and hurried to block him. However, how could the two of us stop Lin Feng? With a few leaps, he entered the inner room.

When I rushed in with Qingcheng, Lin Feng was pressing the tip of his sword against the throat of the sleeping Yang Liang. With just a slight movement, Yang Liang would unknowingly lose his life.

Qingcheng slowly took a few steps forward and stood in front of Lin Feng, saying one word at a time:

"Since Young Master Yang has died, Qingcheng will definitely not live on alone. I beseech Young Master Lin Feng to kill Qingcheng first." "At that time, I didn't mean to lie to you, but it was also because of a moment of helplessness. If you want to seek revenge, then come and smile at me, it has nothing to do with Young Master Yang."

"You — —" Lin Feng's hand trembled slightly. My heart rose to my throat, afraid that he would accidentally stab a sword through Yang Liang's throat.

"Humph!" With an angry roar, Windward's sword left his hand and pierced towards the wall on the other side.

A hole was drilled through the snow-white wall by the long sword. The long sword deeply embedded itself in it. Only the hilt of the sword was left slightly swaying in the air, and some dust was floating in the air before falling to the ground.

Lin Feng gazed at Qingcheng, and Qingcheng also locked gazes with him. In Lin Feng's eyes, burning love and deep hatred intertwined together. In Qingcheng's eyes, there was only a deep sense of apology.

No one spoke. The room was so quiet that there was almost no one calling.

After a long while, it was Yang Liang who spoke first with an anxious tone.

"Little Ling'Er, Little Ling'Er, don't go!"

I sat up abruptly, gave the three of us a dazed look, and finally locked my gaze on me. He suddenly laughed, even though it was a bitter laugh.

It's a dream, a dream. Opening your eyes is a dream, and closing your eyes is also a dream. This is East Lay, a place Little'er will never know.

After he finished speaking, he fell back asleep.

"I wish he'd be drunk forever. Don't wake up." Qingcheng sighed as she spoke.

Lin Feng was still glaring at Yang Liang with hatred in his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and he wanted nothing more than to kill Yang Liang immediately. When he turned his head to look at Mo Qingcheng, his expression was totally different from before.

I don't know what grudges there are between the two of them, but I faintly feel that it must be because of Yang Ke that Qingcheng became so unruly. But Lin Feng is still a child, and Qingcheng's gaze towards him was as calm as if she were looking at her younger brother, without the slightest emotion between a man and a woman.

Perhaps, from the beginning, Lin Feng had wishful thinking.

"Qingcheng, come back with me. We will return to the capital, regardless of whether Master agrees or not, I will definitely marry you." Is it because of Master's objection that you left me? It won't happen again in the future. If Master doesn't agree, I would rather leave my sect to be with you. " Lin Feng stared at Qingcheng, every word coming from his heart. It was so sincere, so touching.

"No, Lin Feng, all of this has nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with your master. This is Qingcheng's choice, and also Qingcheng's life." Young Noble's love for Qingcheng has been ruined. In the future, you will definitely have a woman ten times stronger than Qingcheng as your wife. " Qingcheng's gaze was resolute as she flatly refused Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's face was full of pain, but he was still unwilling.

"No, I don't want to marry another girl. In my eyes, you are ten times or a hundred times stronger than any girl in the world! If you don't come back with me, I'll wait here until you change your mind. "

The determination of Lin Feng made it even more difficult for Mo Qingcheng, but she was unable to stop him.

The sky quickly darkened. In the countryside, it was impossible to see one's own fingers in the dark.

Qingcheng and I stayed in the west side of the city, but Lin Feng absolutely didn't want to share a room with Yang Liang. He just didn't want to leave, so he hung a lantern in the courtyard and built a thatched cottage.

"Could you please help me send it to Lin Feng?"

I took it and didn't ask any further. I understood that she didn't want to go personally because she was afraid of causing more misunderstandings with Lin Feng. If that happened, he would only sink deeper into the abyss.

That night, Qingcheng told me that she was originally a servant of the Yan Fang Restaurant in the capital and also the number one courtesan in the capital. After meeting Yang Liang by chance, she was unable to extricate herself.

After finding out that Yang Liang had been sent away, she begged Lin Feng, who had always been following her, to help her redeem herself. Lin Feng happily did so, his heart full of hope that he would be able to marry Qingcheng.

However, after he had redeemed Qingcheng, he knew that there was something wrong with his master, and before he could arrange for Qingcheng to return, he had already rushed back to his master's side.

As for Qingcheng, she had originally planned to tell Lin Feng the truth. However, once Lin Feng left and there was no news of her, she left behind a letter and came to the Eastsea City to search for Yang Liang.

I had already guessed what would happen next. After a month, Lin Feng returned from his master's residence, but he didn't see Mo Qingcheng. He only saw a letter, and coincidentally, Ah He had entrusted him to escort me to Dong Lai City.

However, when a person was found, their heart would no longer exist. In other words, from the very start, Qingcheng had only been using him as a tool. Because of this, Qingcheng felt guilty, but she had no other choice. After Mo Qingcheng finished her own story, she sighed and said:

I think that the men at the gala are all people who have a deep affection for me today. Tomorrow, they will break off all ties and use money to buy happiness, not to mention a young man like Lin Feng who only admired me for a short period of time. After that, he would at most treat me as a swindler, and if he were to continue ignoring me, who would have known that he would really come looking for me. Only now do I understand that he has truly fallen in love with me.

I also long sigh, infatuation is heartless wrong, why I meet the people, can't they always love each other, know each other to stay together?

That night, Qingcheng held my hand and begged me not to take Yang Liang away from her. If possible, even if I had her by my side as a slave or slave, as long as Yang Liang was happy, she would still be happy and content.

I was moved and guilty, and I told her with tears in my eyes,

"Qingcheng, I will not take away Yang Liang. The person I love the most is not Yang Liang. I've only come here for a misunderstanding. I only want to find a temporary habitat. I will definitely help you tie up with Yang Liang for a hundred years."

Qingcheng raised her eyes. Her eyes that had already seen all the emotions in the world instantly became as clear as a young girl in the beginning of spring. She looked at me in disbelief:

"Really?"

I nodded. There was a trace of happiness on her face, but it was replaced by a deeper melancholy.

"But in his heart, there is only you."

I caressed her hair as if I were comforting a wronged child, even though she was not much younger than me:

"There will be a day when you will be in his heart. He has to believe in himself."

I know that no one in the small courtyard slept soundly that night except for the drunk Yang Liang. Even so, Yang Liang was still drunk thinking about things in his dreams. There seemed to be no distance between waking and dreaming.

The next day was a snowy day. Huge flakes of snow fell gently, covering the entire ground with a snow-white color. The trees close to the mountains were all silver. All of the earthen yellow was no longer there. What replaced it was endless sparkling and translucent light.

However, in this sort of beauty, there was too much loneliness. My longing once again couldn't help but fly towards the west. That was the direction of the capital's great prosperity. There were my two children and him …

I hid in the west room to change back into my women's clothing, for the first time in a month, the first time cleaning off my soiled face and putting on my women's clothing, I felt a little restrained.

As Mo Qingcheng walked out of the door, I heard Yang Liang's voice:

"Miss Xiao, I seem to have really seen Little'er yesterday. Now that I think about it, it feels very real, not like a dream. Have I been hallucinating a lot recently? If I do this, won't I implicate you? " The words he said to her were clearly distant.

Such estrangement would definitely pierce through Mo Qingcheng's heart like a sharp blade. Was she suffering the pain from such polite estrangement again and again? Perhaps she had learned to get used to it, to all the people he loved.

"Young Master, you know that Qingcheng is willing to do everything, why are you talking about this?" Qingcheng bitterly smiled as she spoke.

As if unwilling to accept a beauty's kindness, Yang Liang's voice came from the outside as well.

"I'm going out. Eat it yourself."

That was the breakfast Qingcheng had prepared when she woke up, the steam rising from it. He wanted Qingcheng to stand alone in this place, where was he going? Drinking again? Did Qingcheng suffer this kind of torture every day?

Thinking about how Yang Liang would get drunk every day and never give Qingcheng another glance, I felt sorry for her. This kind of girl should have had an extremely good man feeling sorry for her.

"Is Young Master not going to try the Snowflake Silver Ear Porridge that Qingcheng made personally today?" Qingcheng's tone was full of disappointment, but she still held on to a hint of happiness, hoping that Yang Liang would stay behind.

"Snowflake Silver Ear Porridge?" Yang Liang frowned slightly.

"Yes, the water used in the congee was the snow that Qingcheng picked up from the sky during the fifth fragment of the night. It was sweet and refreshing, Young Master won't disturb me." Qingcheng, the foolish Qingcheng, only I know that for the sake of receiving the purest snowflakes, she stood in the snow for an hour with her hands completely red from the cold, like a snowman.

Why can't the men and women in the world be together? Why is love not a quick beat, but a slow step?

There were four people living in a small courtyard, but each of them had their own thoughts and pursued each other. However, they could not catch up to the hearts of their beloved one.