Brother, I'm sorry, I disappointed you, but there are some things that I haven't experienced personally, and you don't know that you can't let go of them at all. I can't let go.

The package was quite heavy when grabbed, and I really don't know what it was inside.

I returned to the bedroom and supported the people around me, and slowly opened it. It was the embroidery of Zhao Mengfu's "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" and a witness to our happy life that day. At that time, I thought I could live a life of farming and weaving like ordinary men and women like him, slowly unfolding. At the end of the embroidery, I saw my signature purple leaves. A small note fell from the embroidery. It was red like a heart, but it was like a tired butterfly. It slowly fell.

I don’t know how many people have turned this painting, how valuable it is now. I don’t know how much effort it took to get this embroidery. But I know he is really attentive.

The above is his font that I am more familiar with, "He is rich in the world, and I only have a heart that loves you."

Why? Brother Yin, I am not worthy of your love like this. I owe you too much in this life. I don’t love his country. I just want a heart that loves me wholeheartedly, but I can’t afford your heart. I really can’t afford it!

The embroidered painting was hanged generously in the most conspicuous part of the bedroom, while the notes were wiped out under the tongue of fire.

The night fell, and the inner court became quiet. However, I knew that this quietness was always superficial, and he was always in dark waves. If you were not careful, you might die and be buried.

"The Emperor is here." I did not greet him as usual, but continued to appreciate the map of the thousands of miles of land.

And he was stunned the moment he saw the picture.

"Rong'er, where did you get this painting?"

"I gave it to me before my brother left. I'm studying it carefully. Qingxuan, see why this leaf is purple!"

"This is a sign of a person, indicating that the embroidery was from...her hands."

"Then Qingxuan, do you know who she is?"

"She... there is a purple in her name, so the things she embroidered will contain purple flowers or leaves. At first I was very different, but gradually I got used to it."

"Qingxuan, since you know that there is a purple in her name, you must know her full name. Tell me if it's okay, I want to meet her. This embroidery is so beautiful." I said happily, feeling his expression stiffen a little.

"She is my wife, you are her, you are not her."

"What did you say? It made me faint. What am I her? I am not her? My Rong'er is not Zi..."

"You want to know her story."

"kindness."

"She is my wife, but I married her and didn't cherish her, so she left." He thought it was fun. When she had no memory at that time, she also asked him curiously about Zixin's story. Now she asked again.

"That's so simple? Since you marry her, you should love her very much, why don't you cherish her?"

"Because of love, I have a strong possessive desire, so I have an opportunity to take advantage of it. Because of loving her, I hold her in my palms and make her a loss. In the misunderstanding again and again, I finally forgot my original friendship."

"Hey... Qingxuan, why do you marry so many women? There are so many people and many quarrels. Will it be a loss for me to be so dedicated to favoring me like this now?"

"It shouldn't be. I trust you very much and will not let others hurt you, because I can't bear the pain of losing again. You don't know how difficult it is to get you again." After saying that, he hugged me tightly, as if he wanted to press me to his bone marrow so that we can never be separated from each other.

However, I felt my heart gradually getting cold. Can you still say that?

"What's her name?"

"Liu Zixin, a heartbreaking name." He sent Song Song's arms, and said this name hidden deep in the new one very helplessly. It was still heartbreaking to call it out again. After all, she was no longer her former self. Her forbearance, her intelligence, and her talent. Now she has no more. So what else does he love her now? Is it spiritual or pure? He has not known this simple feeling for a long time. He is like a newborn baby without any dark things. Now he only prays that God will not take away the last innocence again.

"Yeah, it sounds nice, but it sounds nicer than me. Don't think about Qingxuan if he is gone. Isn't there me?"

"Yes... and you... Rong'er, it's great to have you." That night he hugged me steadily and hugged me gently like never before. He did nothing, but just hugged me to sleep like this, but when I remembered his Tao Ye, I was still a little angry. Why didn't he explain what happened last night to me? Was he really moved by Yasheng?

I was worried about such a small thing, and I looked down on myself more and more.
Chapter completed!