The wind was blowing so hard that it felt cold even though the stove in the room was bright and warm.
Master Wu Xin didn't sleep well all night. Cong Yi'er's condition was very bad, even worse than knowing that Sima Yixuan was dead. She seemed to have collapsed. She got up several times and went to the room to see. Cong Yi'er was quietly
Lying on the bed, eyes closed, not changing position all night.
In the morning, it was very cold. Master Wuxin really couldn't sleep. When she got up, she opened the door and saw a lonely figure standing in the courtyard, covered with snow. At first, she didn't recognize him, but when she got closer, she
I saw that it was the middle-aged man who seemed to have become much more haggard overnight, as if he had not slept well last night. There were red bloodshot eyes, and - Master Wuxin felt a little strange, his face was wrapped in
I can't see clearly in the cloak, but I vaguely feel that something is not right, and I can't explain why.
"You came here so early. Come in quickly. It's very cold outside. It seems that I haven't woken up yet, but it's no different. Weren't you with her yesterday? She seemed to be Sima Rong when she came back yesterday.
When she was brought back, her complexion was very poor. After she came back, she didn’t have enough water or rice. She lay on the bed and shed tears after putting on her clothes. I was extremely worried, as if something had happened to me, and I was extremely depressed. I was really worried that she would not be able to think about it.
Something must have stimulated her, probably related to that Sima Yixuan. It must have been something that made her think of the old things with Sima Yixuan again. You came just in time, go in quickly to persuade her, it seems that you are the only one still there
It can make her happier." Master Wuxin said as if she had found a savior, "I just happened to go to the kitchen to make some light porridge for her to drink. She hasn't eaten since she came back yesterday. Are you really
Please give her some advice."
The middle-aged man nodded dully, walked to the room where Cong Yi'er was resting, and knocked lightly on the door, but there was no response.
"No need to knock." Master Wuxin said softly, "She lay on the bed and did not get up after she came back. She was lying down with her clothes on. I covered her with the quilt. She never changed her position. I helped her close the door.
Yes, you can just open the door and go in, help me persuade her, she seems to have really encountered a problem this time. She is not sad, she seems to be desperate."
"Okay." The middle-aged man said softly, his voice sounded a little hoarse. He gently opened the door and walked into the room. Although it was morning, the light in the room was still very dark. "Yi'er, it's me."
Master Wuxin watched the middle-aged man walk into the room, and wondered in her heart, what happened to this man? Why is his voice so hoarse? Could it be that he didn't rest last night? There was also a faint smell of alcohol. Could it be that he drank last night?
One night of drinking?! Couldn't the two of them be at odds? It's unlikely. Cong Yi'er wouldn't be sulky about this person. There can't be anyone else in her heart except Sima Yixuan.
Cong Yier sat up from the bed with a calm expression. She looked at Sima Yixuan and said in a low but polite voice: "Prince Xuan, what can I do so early?"
Sima Yixuan took off his cloak. He was not disguised today. Under the cloak was his tired and haggard face. He looked at Cong Yi'er, tried hard to control his emotions, and said as calmly as possible: "Yier, I'm sorry.
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Cong Yier smiled softly and bit her lip with her teeth to prevent tears from falling. What else was he doing here when he was so aggrieved and depressed? No matter what the reason was, he chose to give up, and he actually used
The way to die is to choose to give up! Now look at what she is doing, are you laughing? See how she is sad and desperate for his departure? She really can't face Sima Yixuan calmly, she can't accept his sudden appearance, even though she knows
It was a very happy thing that he was still alive, but this happiness had nothing to do with her. All she had to do was that from now on, she and Sima Yixuan would be strangers.
"Yi'er." Sima Yixuan called softly, approached Cong Yi'er, and wanted to reach out and hold Cong Yi'er's hand. He didn't know how to do it. Looking at Cong Yi'er's sad expression, he really hoped
He is really dead, not lying to Cong Yier.
But Cong Yi'er dodged away, with tears in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Prince Xuan, Cong Yi'er has agreed to marry Sima Rong. From now on, you and I are just strangers. The ancient saying that there are differences between men and women should not be forgotten.
If Prince Xuan has anything to say, you can just say it, Cong Yier is here to listen carefully."
"Yi'er." Sima Yixuan really didn't know what to say. He stood in front of Cong Yi'er and felt his heart aching.
"Please call me Miss Cong, it's more appropriate." Cong Yi'er still smiled and said calmly, "Cong Yi'er knows that she is not worthy. No matter how long she dreams, she will wake up. Prince Xuan is a man who does great things.
, Cong Yi'er is just a passer-by, I just hope that Prince Xuan will not tell Dierun what you have hidden from Cong Yi'er, after all, among these people, I am the only one who doesn't know that you are still alive."
"Yi'er." Sima Yixuan could do nothing but whisper this name.
"Cong Yi'er is not a fool. Die Run is willing to give the antidote to Sima Che. The only reason that can be explained is that she knows you are still alive, so she handed over the antidote. I am afraid that both Gannan and Ganbei also know about you.
They are still alive. Otherwise, the two of them have not appeared in front of me since your accident, but I can always feel that they are nearby. I am afraid it was arranged by you. Cong Yier wants to thank you for your concern.
." Cong Yi'er still tried hard to keep a faint smile on her face, although tears had already burst out of her eyes, "If you really care about Cong Yi'er, please stay away from Cong Yi'er so that I can forget the past and stop having illusions.
Prince Xuan, just think of it as me begging you to fulfill your wish."
"Yi'er, I know you are angry with me." Sima Yixuan looked at Cong Yi'er and said softly, but his voice was slightly trembling. His heartache was almost unbearable. He had done something wrong. If he had
He left in the way of death and should not appear in Cong Yi'er's life again. If he did not appear and did not approach Cong Yi'er as a middle-aged man, maybe Cong Yi'er would not be so sad and would slowly accept it.
The fact that he left will have his own life. Even if he appears again, the damage may be less. It is best that he never appears in Yi'er's life again. "I can't ask you to forgive me, but,
Yi'er, please believe that I definitely didn't mean to do this to you, there really is something -"
"Prince Xuan, I don't want to hear your explanation. This is your business." Cong Yi'er's polite tone made Sima Yixuan stiff and helpless. "You are a person who does big things. You are thinking about me. I thank you."
For your sake, I really don’t want to bring up the old things again. Bringing up the old things again will only make me feel embarrassed. Just think that I am willful and have a dream that I shouldn’t have. But please give me some time to wake up.
Is that okay? From today on, I will pack up all my emotions and prepare to be Sima Rong’s wife. You can achieve great things, and you will have a woman worthy of your love to accompany you for the rest of your life. Maybe even if we have been together for a thousand years, we will always be destined.
Let’s just say it’s deep and shallow.”
"Yi'er——" Sima Yixuan felt that he could hardly breathe.
"I married Sima Rong. It is inevitable that we will meet each other in the future, so please don't let me embarrass you again. Prince Xuan, please take care. I'm tired. If you have nothing to do, please leave." Cong Yi'er felt that she could no longer embarrass herself.
She couldn't hold on anymore. She felt that all her energy had been exhausted after saying so many words, and she felt a little dizzy. She tried hard to keep standing, but she couldn't resist the blackness in front of her eyes and passed out on the bed.
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Sima Yixuan caught Cong Yi'er's body and looked at Cong Yi'er's slightly furrowed brows and tears at the corners of his eyes in the coma. For a moment, he felt sad. Did his giving up protect Yi'er or hurt her?