Brother Yin was listening on the sidelines and couldn't bear it anymore. "Your Majesty, I still have something to do. Please excuse me."

"Then you should step aside first." At this moment, he wished that this idler would leave quickly so that he and Xin'er could be alone together. I saw Brother Yin's back gradually fading away, and I also gave him a salute.

"The civilian girl has something to do, so I'll take my leave now." I wanted to leave. I didn't want to stay in this place any longer.

"He left, do you want to leave too?" he asked.

"No, it's not." I denied.

"Since that's not the case, would you like to accompany me to the palace?" He was obviously very satisfied with my answer.

"That's not appropriate." I resigned.

"I say it's appropriate." You don't have to resign."

I didn't want to go to the palace. In desperation, I pretended to faint. I heard the chaos around me, and the emperor quickly carried me to the prefect's mansion. Everything was settled, why am I still unwilling to accept my fate? Is it in my heart that I don't want to go to the palace?

Is there any hope left?

Looking far into the distance, I see the bustling capital city. I am afraid that I will never be able to see such busyness again in the near future. There are so many memories left behind on the streets I have walked since I was a child. It turns out that I am such a nostalgic person. Before I leave

, I still want to go to the market again to look for traces of the past.

Walking Purpose Walking on the street, it seems that the future has become confused. Where is the future? It is so vast... Suddenly I heard the sound of Lang Lang reading from the private school in the distance. I haven't been here for a long time. I didn't expect that there is already a private school here.

I walked closer and heard them reciting a poem

"The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plum blossoms." Those children were shaking their heads, and the little monk was chanting like a sutra. They really didn't understand, they didn't understand the love between childhood sweethearts.

How many childhood sweethearts can get married? How many can hold hands for a lifetime? I shed tears as I listened.

"The pearls shed tears, and I wish we had met before we were married." Even if we meet before we are married, what will change? Perhaps never seeing each other is the best ending for each other, and there is no end without a beginning.

Without those unforgettable memories, there would not be the heartbreaking pain today. Do I regret it? That encounter after the meeting, or regret that I was born in such an era. I can’t make the decision myself.

Every word hurt my heart deeply. I saw children coming out one after another. I used to be as simple and happy as them.

I didn’t expect that this life would be like this. It’s hard for people who are destined to get married. Their faces are child-like innocence, and their eyes are like autumn water, shining with curiosity and longing for the future. They are still better as children, without worries, what on earth is that?

At that time, there was no laughter on my face anymore? Is it that the price of growth is to take away people’s laughter?

I walked in and saw the teacher. The conditions of the private school were very simple. A worn-out ruler and yellowed books were everywhere, filled with the vicissitudes of time and a sense of maturity.

My husband seemed to have noticed me and looked at me in surprise.

"Sir, are you the one who teaches here?"

"Yes, girl, what's the matter with you?" He looked at me with a kind face. He didn't have the majesty of a teacher at all.

"I just don't know why you want to teach the children that poem." I asked cheerfully.

"I just thought about it. Aren't these poems beautiful? Can they shock people's hearts?" I nodded lightly.

"Sir, a little thought is not a sign of respect. Make this place more spacious so that the children can have a good environment."

"Here, the merit is not rewarded, the girl should keep it for herself."

"This is just a little thought for the children. I hope that my husband will not say goodbye. I hope that the children here will be happy people in the future."

"Even so, I would rather obey my orders than to be respectful. The girl is kind-hearted and will definitely be happy."

I smiled bitterly at him. Happiness is a flower growing in the clouds. I can only look up at it, but I can never touch it.

In the market, there are bustling crowds. I walk in the crowd and feel confused. Where is my destination. This kind of life is like a walking dead to me. Without Brother Yin, my life is gray. The sun is glaring and the wind is blowing.

Crazy. The wind and sand blurred my eyes. Suddenly, someone accidentally touched me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, seemingly concerned.

"It's okay, it's okay." I drove him, but he seemed to want to leave. So I let him go. Soon I found something was wrong. When I touched my waist, the jade pendant was gone. It was given to me by Brother Yin. I didn't know anything.
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