Cong Yi'er stood in front of the window and looked out the window. What was Sima Yixuan busy with in such a cold weather? Is he still running around outside? Is there anything she could do to help him? If she could help him block a gust of wind, maybe that would be the case.
OK.
"What are you thinking about?" A deep voice rang quietly in her ears. Cong Xiai's lonely figure appeared in Cong Yi'er's sight. She still couldn't see it. She waved her hand to signal the girl who came with her to look away.
Wait and say softly, "It smells so good. Are there wintersweets in front of your window?"
"Yes, there is one. My mother-in-law put it there specially." Cong Yi'er said with a smile, knowing that Cong Xiai could not see it, but she still not only sounded gentle in her voice, but also in her expression, with a smile.
It was shallow and made people feel very comfortable, "Are your eyes feeling better?"
"I'll be able to recover slowly in a while. I came to see you because I wanted to say goodbye to you." There was too much loneliness in Cong Xiai's soft voice, "We'll say goodbye today, maybe next time
When we meet again, we will be strangers."
Cong Yi'er said nothing and looked at Cong Xiai quietly, waiting for her to continue.
Cong Xiai said softly, "I want to give up all memories."
Cong Yi'er smelled the faint floral fragrance in the air. It turned out that the aroma of wintersweet was so refreshing, and it made people feel calm and comfortable.
"Aren't you willing to try again?" Cong Yi'er said gently, "Do you really want to give up on your relationship with Sima Rong?"
Cong Xiai shook her head and said softly: "I met Prince Xuan, and the Second Prince met you. He loves you deeply. I love Prince Xuan deeply, and I can't let go, and I can't help it. Maybe he and I have been together before
We were destined, but we didn't pay enough attention to it, so we missed it and can't deal with it anymore."
Cong Yier looked at Cong Xiai quietly, choosing to forget and let herself lose her memory. It would not hurt the people around her, or even the people she hated. It might be a good thing to leave her mind blank. "
Are you really willing to give it up?"
"I can't let go." Cong Xiai sighed and said slowly, "I can't let go of too many things. My parents, Prince Xuan, and even the old things with Sima Rong are all in my mind now, but
, unable to fulfill it, I had to give it up. I am not as brave as you. After Prince Xuan left, you still lived bravely. I have no reason to be so brave."
Cong Yi'er smiled faintly, looked at the wintersweet outside the window, and said softly and slowly: "It's not that I'm brave, but that if I give up, I won't even have the chance to miss him. Even though living is the hardest thing,
However, the temptation of missing you is still greater than death."
"If there is a next life, do you think we will still be sisters? Will we still fall in love with the same man?" Cong Xiai suddenly asked, "There is a strange feeling, as if we have been entangled for a long time, but I just want to
I can’t remember when I was so entangled.”
Cong Yier smiled gently and said, "No one knows what the next life will be like. Maybe we will meet again and there will be another wonderful story."
In the cold weather, no matter how warm the fire is, it seems that it can't dispel the chill. Every corner is filled with cold air. Sima Yixuan stood in the tent, looking at the battle situation map on the wall, frowning, he was trying to reduce
War, lest soldiers and people face war again during such a cold time.
"Still thinking about her?" The Supreme Emperor stood behind him and asked directly.
Sima Yixuan said without looking back: "It's very cold here, what are you doing here?"
"I heard from Gannan and Ganbei that you have been unhappy, and I am worried about it, so I came here to see you. What's the matter? Don't you welcome me?" the Supreme Emperor asked unwillingly.
On the way here, Xiaoying repeatedly said that he had done it on purpose, saying that he was still resentful of Cong Yi'er's mother's unwillingness to give in, and that he was deliberately trying to make things difficult for Cong Yi'er! Maybe, he thought, there had never been anyone as perfect as her mother.
Rejecting himself without any room for negotiation left him with a feeling of frustration that he would never let go of for the rest of his life.
Sima Yixuan turned around, looked at his father, and said calmly: "My son is thinking about the war, and I don't have any extra time to entertain you. Besides, it's quite chaotic here, so it's better to stay where you are."
"Cong Yi'er is living a good life now. If you still don't agree to inherit the throne, I will consider passing the throne to Sima Rong. In this way, Cong Yi'er will have a good home. What do you think?
"The Supreme Emperor asked tentatively. He couldn't tell what was going on with him, why he just didn't want Sima Yixuan and Cong Yi'er to get together.
Sakura glanced at the Emperor and thought: The Emperor is really a conceited and annoying old guy! What is it about Miss Cong that makes the Emperor so annoying? It seems that the Emperor doesn't dislike her, but he just refuses to accept her. If he is really like the Emperor
I said it myself, I am worried that Miss Cong will harm the future of the entire Daxing Dynasty. If she is a beauty and a disaster, isn't it because she underestimates Prince Xuan? What thing in this world can make Prince Xuan lose his sense of proportion? Xiaoying doesn't believe it, Prince Xuan
He will make the woman he loves become a woman despised by everyone in the world.
Sima Yixuan said calmly: "Father, you know what the child is thinking, so there is no need to get the answer from the child. If you don't want the child to be sad, just keep silent. How about that?" After saying that, Sima Yixuan turned around and continued reading.
The picture in front of him had a solemn expression. He had 'given up' his relationship with Yi'er to fulfill the Daxing Dynasty. He could not let down Yi'er's sadness. When he thought of Yi'er's sadness and disappointment when he knew he was alive, as well as his stubbornness in refusing to accept it,
With his expression, Sima Yixuan felt a pain in his heart. This kind of pain made him dare not think about it. When he thought about it, it was as uncomfortable as if his life had been frozen.
"Your Majesty, you'd better go back." Gan Nan, who was standing aside, said softly, "Prince Xuan is very busy at the moment and has many things to consider. If you stay here, Prince Xuan will have to take care of you, so why not let him take care of you?"
It would be best for Miss Sakura to accompany you back and have a good rest."
Sima Yixuan didn't look back, staring intently at the picture in front of him, as if it was the only thing he cared about. Looking at his stubborn and cold back, the Supreme Emperor felt a little sad in his heart. There was no way, if Sima Yixuan was really like Sima Rui
Abandoning the throne, the Daxing Dynasty really has no hope. For the sake of the world created by our ancestors, sometimes we have to be cruel.
"Okay, I will leave in a moment, but before I leave, I have something to tell you." The Supreme Emperor said calmly, "I know you hate me in your heart, but your excellence is your fatal injury. You are destined to
Live for the future of the Daxing Dynasty, so don’t make any plans to marry Cong Yier, if this continues, I will really deal with her!"
Sima Yixuan's back trembled slightly, but he did not speak.
The Supreme Emperor glanced at him, turned and left, and walked out of the tent. The Supreme Emperor took a deep breath, turned around and asked Sakura who was following him: "Am I quite annoying?"
Xiaoying nodded without hesitation and said softly: "Xiaoying doesn't understand, why are you doing this? Even if Prince Xuan and Miss Cong get married, what will happen? Moreover, even if you say such harsh words,
Can you really deal with Miss Cong? What's going on with you, why do you suddenly have so little confidence in Prince Xuan?"
The Supreme Emperor did not speak, and felt strange in his heart. However, when he thought of Cong Yi'er's expressions that were completely similar to her mother's, the calmness that refused to bow, he felt angry. Why was he so frustrated? Why did he feel so frustrated when facing her?