Large tracts of lush bamboo forest, large tracts of verdant bamboo leaves. Green! There is endless green as far as the field of vision. The green is fresh and elegant, the green is bright and vivid, and the sky seems to be dyed with a layer of crystal transparency.
The golden green color contains a soul-catching charm.
A gust of breeze blew by, and the bamboo forest turned silently, layers of bamboo waves flew, green bamboo leaves flew all over the sky, and the faint fragrance of bamboo spread everywhere.
In the midst of such pleasant scenery, there was a burst of crying, miserable and pitiful.
In a small pavilion surrounded by bamboo trees, two figures stood alone.
The woman was dressed in green, elegant and beautiful, almost blending in with the surrounding bamboos. She was covering her face and sobbing. But behind her, stood a tall and thin man with a handsome face and a complicated expression. His cloak was blowing in the wind.
, revealing the corners of an apricot-colored robe embroidered with cloud patterns.
The man raised his hand, but finally dropped it to his side, clenching it into a fist, looking straight at the thin back, silently.
After a long time, the woman finally stopped crying, turned around slowly, raised her eyes, and looked at the man in front of her, "Jin, do you really have the heart to let me marry that fool?"
The misty tearful eyes, the sad expression, and the two tear marks on the pretty face all made the man feel distressed. He wanted to hold her in his arms and say how could he bear it, but...
The hand hanging by his side did not move. The guilt in his heart made him look directly into those dark eyes full of hope, and he could only turn around cruelly.
Without any words, just turning around, the woman understood what he meant. A sarcastic smile appeared on her lips, but a man's voice came to her ears: "Ning'er, it was me who betrayed you, third brother.
Although he... is a bit stupid, he will be good to you."
"Haha, are you good to me?" The smile on the corner of the woman's mouth became even wider. She raised her head and swallowed the bitterness in her stomach. "Do you think I would be surprised by the kindness of a fool? I know that I am just a concubine with a humble status.
I’m not worthy of you, but I still have my dignity.”
The woman's trembling voice made the man feel sad. He turned around and saw her smiling, tearful eyes. The unbearable feeling in his heart became even worse. He involuntarily put his hand on her shoulder and said with bitter eyes: "Ning'er, marry me.
He, you are at least still a royal concubine, it is better than following this king without any name or status."
"I don't care." The man's touch caused the tears in the woman's eyes to burst. She threw herself into his arms desperately and hugged his lean waist tightly: "I don't care about anything serious.
I don’t ask for any status as a concubine, Jin, I only love you, and I won’t marry anyone but you.”
"Ning'er..." The man let the woman hug him tightly, closing his eyes in pain. Her crying seemed to cut his heart into pieces, but even so, he could only... be cruel.
He pulled away the woman's hand tightly around his waist and said, "There is nothing possible between us anymore. You should just marry your third brother with peace of mind."
His hand had been completely removed. The man didn't even look at the woman, and turned around and left without hesitation.
"Jin!" The woman's heartbreaking voice came from behind him. The man endured the pain in his heart, regained his strength and jumped forward.
The wind stirred up layers of bamboo waves, and the sound seemed to be whining for the woman.
*
Thunder roared outside and heavy rain poured down, but inside the quiet hall of Prince Jin's Mansion, everything was quiet.
The tent swayed and the lights flickered, reflecting the delicate figure on the bed. The pale face, the long eyelashes trembling slightly, the frowning eyebrows, and the red lips that murmured in sleep from time to time, were all affected.
Beitangjin's heart.
A thunderbolt pulled Bei Tangjin's thoughts back. He regretted so much that he had pulled her hand away that day, regretted that he had pushed her into Beitang Shuo's arms.
His hand slowly touched her slightly hot face, along her cheek and landed on her short ear-length hair. He picked up a strand of hair that was too short. Bei Tangjin's heart was tightly entangled.
Overflowing with guilt, she said, "Ning'er, I can't help you, but why do you abuse yourself so much?"
Last night, when he saw her unconscious in the heavy rain, the emotions he had been holding back poured out instantly. Without any hesitation, he brought her into the house and asked the doctor to treat her.
He didn't know why she was walking alone on a deserted street in this rainy night and was hit by his carriage, and he didn't know what the consequences would be, but he did it.
Fortunately, apart from the old wound on her chest, she only suffered from cold and fever and was not injured by the carriage.
However, when the girls were changing her wet clothes, they were shocked to find that the bun on her head was actually fake, and her original black hair had become what it is now.
"Ning'er, I'm sorry." He grabbed her cold hand and kissed it gently. He knew that she threw herself into Qinghu Lake for him, and he also knew that she was sent to Prince Shuo's Mansion when she was still in a coma, but he didn't know that she actually
Is cutting off one of my black hairs just to cut off the love between them?
There was also an injury on her chest, which the royal doctor said was caused by a violent collision. She must have been injured when she threw herself into the lake.
Everything was his fault. If he hadn't pushed her away that day, or gone back to look for her immediately after leaving, could all of this have been avoided? Then wouldn't she be the same now?
He would be lying here so sickly.
Although the throne is important, he also wants the one he loves. Since he can take the throne from Beitang Shuo, he can also take the one he loves from his hands.
He held her hand tighter and tighter, and this time, he wouldn't let go.
Wen Xining had a very scary dream.
In the dream, she was chased by a big shark in the sea, shot by a helicopter in mid-air on the plains, and encountered a tsunami and landslide. She was running lifelessly on the mountain, with rolling floods and large rocks behind her.
of stones.
Suddenly, a thunderbolt exploded above her head, and then a big tree in front of her fell to the ground, blocking her way.
There was a big tree in front of her and a flood behind her. She was dead.
However, at this moment, someone suddenly grabbed his hand. Wen Xining was startled and opened his eyes with a "swish".
Isn’t the luxurious carved bed top from Prince Shuo’s Mansion?
"Ning'er, are you awake?"
Wen Xi turned her head calmly, and a pair of surprised eyes ran into her eyes without any warning. The misty eyes made her have a misunderstanding for a moment, and she thought it was Bei Tangshuo's face, until the other party said "
Ning'er" finally made her wake up completely.
"Beitangjin?!" Wen Xining exclaimed and sat up suddenly. He turned around and saw that this was a strange room. Where is this place? Why is Beitangjin here?
Because she got up too fast, Wen Xining felt dizzy and almost fell down again. A pair of hands quickly held her shoulders and said worriedly: "Ning'er, you'd better lie down for a while first."
Ning'er? Prince of the Heartless Han, can you be a little more numb? Wen Xining covered her forehead and groaned feebly in her heart. She felt a chill for no reason at this title.
Calmly pushing his hand away, Wen Xining said expressionlessly: "Where is this?"
Seeing Wen Xining's indifference, Beitang Jin felt a slight pain in his heart and retracted his hand sarcastically, "Prince Jin's Mansion."
"Prince Jin's Mansion?" Wen Xining's eyes widened and she looked at him in disbelief. Why did she come to Prince Jin's Mansion? She only remembered that she was wandering in the heavy rain and was hit by a carriage. Yes.
There's a carriage? Could this be the guy who hit her?
Suddenly his dark eyes narrowed, he looked at Bei Tangjin and asked, "Did your carriage hit me?"
Marveling at the speed of Wen Xining's thinking, Beitangjin felt that she was very different from before, but he still said calmly: "Yes."
Your uncle's!
Wen Xining was furious. If she hadn't been agile enough, she would not be lying on the bed but in the coffin. Moreover, since he hit her, why didn't he take her back to Prince Shuo's Mansion instead of taking her with him?
Have you come to Prince Jin’s Mansion?
You have ulterior motives.
But now Wen Xining has neither the strength nor the mood to argue with him. This is her character. She is always too lazy to respond to people who look unhappy, so she doesn't say much, lifts the quilt and prepares to get out of bed.
"Ning'er, what do you want to do?" Unexpectedly, before her feet even touched the ground, Bei Tangjin grabbed her hand.
"Get your stinky hands off!" Wen Xining shouted and tried to shake him off. She, Wen Xining, could touch her hands casually, and she was such a disgusting heartless person.
However, Wen Xining's strength was really limited at the moment. Instead of throwing away his hand, he pulled him into his arms and said, "Ning'er, I know that you are not living well. Ning'er, come back to me."
Be around."
Damn, I’ve seen shameless people before, but I’ve never seen anyone so shameless.
"You bastard!" Wen Xining became angry and raised her hand to slap him in the face, but he grabbed her hand. The gauze sleeves slipped down as she raised her hand, revealing
The whole white arm.
Bei Tangjin's gaze fell on a certain part of his arm, and his eyes tightened suddenly, and he couldn't help but look over in surprise: "Ning'er, you... you know that you still have me in your heart."
Wen Xining had a puzzled look on his face. Following his gaze, he saw a bit of vermilion on his arm, and his face suddenly darkened.
By the way, this guy doesn't think that the red mole is the palace guard sand, right? Does he think that he is guarding his body like a jade for him?