"Can my father and the queen attend the ceremony?" Sima Rong asked numbly.
Cong Xiai said hesitantly, "The emperor and the empress are not fit to appear in public. The empress' condition is getting worse and worse. If Wumeng Kingdom doesn't bring the antidote, she will turn into an old woman in a short time."
The emperor's body is also extremely weak, and -" Cong Xiai glanced at Sima Rong, swallowed what he was about to say, lowered his head and pondered for a long time, and then said, "According to Xiai's wishes, I still don't want to let him go.
The two of them appeared well. Although Princess Rui is the princess of Wumeng Kingdom, she is only marrying you as a concubine. Therefore, there is no need to stir up trouble, just hold a simple ceremony.
Just show up and have a wedding drink."
Sima Rong thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll do it as you wish. I'm tired and I need to rest. Don't let anyone disturb me."
Cong Xiai nodded, watched Sima Rong leave the room, stood up and prepared to leave.
"Xiai." Su Yahui suddenly shouted softly.
Only then did Cong Xiai notice that there was another person in the room. She looked back at Su Yahui and asked, "What's the matter?"
Su Yahui hesitated and whispered: "Are you okay?"
Cong Xiai smiled and said lightly: "Between good and bad. You don't have to worry that I will regain the favor of the second prince. The second prince just needs my help to deal with some things, and will not forgive all my faults because of this.
After this period of time, he will still think of you."
"Are you really thinking about it?" Su Yahui asked hesitantly.
"How about thinking about it? What about not thinking about it?" There was a touch of sadness in Cong Xiai's tone, but it was not obvious, although it was profound, "Su Yahui, with Cong Yi'er, you and I really don't have to ask for a result.
Maybe we are too stupid. If we only stick to the man we like wholeheartedly, we may be happier than we are now."
Su Yahui was stunned, watching Cong Xiai leave quietly, and suddenly shed tears. At this time of love, all that is left is loneliness.
Cong Xiai lay down on the bed, feeling exhausted. She thought she could forget it, that she could fall in love with Sima Rong again, or at least stop provoking his dissatisfaction. But why, in such a tired situation, she actually
I still think of that figure? A casual, smiling figure, drinking wine and looking into the distance, that man who always stays in a place that he can't touch. Is he really gone?
Standing outside the inn, Sima Rong felt indescribable joy in his heart. He still couldn't help but want to see Cong Yi'er.
"Girl, it seems that that silly boy is here." Master Wuxin said helplessly. From her perspective, that boy was just a young man who lived in a life of food and clothing. He was a guy with no content.
Before he finished speaking, Sima Rong walked in. When he saw Master Wuxin, he said hello politely. If this mother-in-law saved Cong Yier, he would be more polite to her, because she saved the most important thing to him.
Important person. "Senior, how are you?"
Master Wuxin nodded.
Sima Rong smiled and sat down opposite Cong Yi'er and said softly: "Yier, you have lost a lot of weight."
Cong Yier looked up at Sima Rong and asked, "Why are you here? How about cherishing Ai?"
Sima Rong hesitated for a moment and said: "She is fine. She is much more restrained than before, her temper is much gentler, and she has been taking care of her father and the queen. The emperor's uncle's departure seems to have little impact on her, and she has not been seen.
Bring it up."
Cong Yier smiled faintly, her fair skin was so transparent in the sun that it made people feel heartbroken, as if breathing a little heavier would hurt it. She said gently and indifferently: "Xi Ai just met someone before she married you.
As a man she cannot understand, you should examine yourself as to why a woman who has made up her mind to love you for the rest of her life would accidentally fall in love with another man. If you think so, maybe it is just a momentary negligence on your part. It is yours and will always come back.
of."
"Will you come back?" Sima Rong asked, staring at Cong Yi'er.
Cong Yi'er said calmly: "Unless it's the same Yi'er as before, otherwise, I can only have one person in my heart when I'm here."
"Uncle Huang has passed away, why do you torture yourself for a dead person? Even if Uncle Huang knew better, he would not agree to this." Sima Rong said anxiously, "Besides, you only have a verbal engagement.
Why can’t you let go?”
Cong Yi'er looked at Sima Rong, smiled and said: "It's not limited by the marriage contract, it's my promise. Can a person have no heart? Sima Rong, use your advice to think about Xi Ai, isn't she the same?
A pathetic person, if you really love her, why don't you let her understand that Yixuan is just an accident to her?"
Sima Rong said gently: "Yi'er, I won't force you. I feel very satisfied to be able to see you again. The time is enough. Being able to see you often in the future is already a blessing from God."
I, I will wait for you with enough heart."
"You already have Xiai and Yahui, can your heart be so sincere?" Cong Yi'er smiled and said softly, "How is your father now? Is my aunt better?"
Sima Rong's expression changed, and he said with some worry: "Their situation is not good, but I have agreed to marry Princess Rui as my concubine. In this case, Wumeng Kingdom will always take some care and will not continue."
Cong Yier said in a calm tone: "Sima Rong, why bother hurting an innocent woman again? If Princess Rui marries you, can you make you both happy?"
There was a gentle and polite knock on the door. Cong Yier and Sima Rong looked up at the door at the same time. Standing at the door was a gentle middle-aged man. Although his eyebrows were ordinary, he looked very comfortable. Cong Yier
He frowned slightly, feeling that the other person looked familiar but couldn't remember who he was. He heard Master Wuxin's voice coming from behind the two of them.
"It turns out it's you. I thought you were missing when we left the hotel that day." Master Wuxin said with a smile. She didn't know why, but she really liked this middle-aged man. He was steady, restrained, mature and gentle. Although his face was ordinary,
It looks very comfortable.
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Senior, it's just a joke. I live nearby. I just passed by here and saw that the door was ajar, and I saw a girl sitting inside. I was surprised for a moment, so I took the liberty to knock on the door.
He opened the door and disturbed the senior's rest."
"Is the girl feeling better?" The middle-aged man looked at Cong Yi'er and said gently, "I see that the girl's face is still a little pale. The sun is still warm at this time, but there is inevitably some chill coming from the ground, so it's better to go inside and rest.
good."
"Who are you?" Sima Rong stared at the person who came and asked unhappily, wondering in his heart, who is this person? How could he care so much about Cong Yi'er? Who the hell is he?
The middle-aged man looked at Sima Rong and said politely: "My surname is You, and I am a businessman. I met Miss Cong at a restaurant that day, and I felt friendly in my heart. I came here to say hello today."
Master Wuxin smiled and said: "Young Master, since you are here, please sit down and talk."
The middle-aged man sat down on the chair opposite Cong Yi'er, smiled and said, "Thank you, senior."
Master Wuxin smiled and said: "Master You is really thoughtful. How did he know that my girl's surname is Cong? It seems that when we came here, no one lived nearby, but Master You suddenly became interested?"
The middle-aged man's face turned red, as if someone had revealed what was on his mind. He paused and said, "I am indeed a bit deliberate. If there is anything presumptuous, please forgive me. I have no ill intentions and will not embarrass the girl.
I just want to see the girl."
"She is the favorite in my heart. You'd better not take this idea." Sima Rong said angrily, "Who do you think you are? How dare you take this idea."
The middle-aged man shook his head lightly and said, "This doesn't seem to be a reason."
Sima Rong glared at the middle-aged man, "You really don't know how high the sky is!"
Cong Yier frowned slightly and said, "I'm tired, you two can argue elsewhere."