Cong Yi'er still didn't look at him, only talking and laughing with Mo Jiakun. The place here was smaller, with a small courtyard, stone tables and chairs, and dense trees, like a pavilion. Not a drop of rain could fall.
It's very interesting. "This is the pavilion I'm talking about. I passed by this place today and saw it. I really liked it, so I immediately moved here. It was originally an uninhabited idle house. I tidied it up and made it clean.
Very good." Cong Yi'er smiled slightly and said, "Master Mo, you sit down first, I'll go back and prepare one or two side dishes, it's best if we chat while eating."
"Okay!" Mo Jiakun glanced at Sima Yixuan, and after Cong Yi'er left, he teased, "Brother Sima, you seem to have offended Miss Cong a lot. She completely treats you like air. You two haven't gotten along yet."
As a woman, just say a few nice words to coax her. If you say a few soft words, Miss Cong will never argue with you."
Sima Yixuan smiled bitterly, not knowing how to explain it.
"Go and see if you can help me." Mo Jiakun said with a smile, "I think you must really want to see her. I see that your eyes haven't moved since Miss Cong appeared. You
If you care about her so much, why don't you tell her and then have this boring misunderstanding?"
Sima Yixuan still smiled bitterly, but he still followed Mo Jiakun's arrangement and walked to the back alone. There was a small kitchen there, and Cong Yi'er was in it. He hesitated at the door. He did this
Is it good or bad? Didn't he make up his mind to make Cong Yi'er forget about him? If he does this again, wouldn't it still hurt Yi'er? He has to solve any kind of hardships, but what matters to Yi'er
He didn't know what to do with his life.
"Sima Yixuan, why is this so?" Cong Yi'er raised her head and looked at Sima Yixuan, with tears in her eyes, but she endured it and couldn't see clearly in the rain, "If there is no chance, you can tell me happily
, I will never get entangled, and you don’t have to help me arrange this life. I don’t love Sima Rong, and I will never marry him in this life, and please don’t give him this illusion. If you do this, you will only harm Su Yahui.
Cong Xiai will not make me feel grateful."
"Yi'er, please don't love me anymore. I can't make you any promises." Sima Yixuan said cruelly, "If you don't like Sima Rong, I can choose a better son-in-law for you."
Cong Yi'er suddenly burst into tears, then smiled and said: "Sima Yixuan, your words are really interesting. Don't worry, from now on, Cong Yi'er will never bother you again. Come on, let's go out for a drink. You can see,
Does Cong Yier keep his word?"
Sima Yixuan lowered his head, his heart felt like a knife cutting him, the pain was unbearable.
The three of them sat down. Cong Yi'er smiled, having already wiped away her tears, and said in her heart: Su Lianrong, you are not Cong Yi'er, you are not a person of this era, you are not the master of the soul of Three Lives and Three Worlds, you are just an intruder.
Once it comes, it will go, so let it go and don’t love it. This is just a dream, you will wake up suddenly, and then you will forget it.
She picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "It is our fate to be able to get together today. After this time, I don't know when we will have such an opportunity again. Come, let's drink happily. Although Cong Yi'er is not a heavy drinker,
, but I have to stay with you to the end." As he said that, he drank the wine in the glass, smiled, and looked at the two people in front of him. There was no emotion on his face, only a pair of eyes, as cold as ice, which made people feel that although she
It's close in front of you, but out of reach.
"Miss Cong is a good drinker!" Mo Jiakun said cheerfully, "Since Miss Cong is so cheerful, brother Sima, we can't fall behind. Come on, let's drink!" As he said that, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and looked at him.
Looking at Sima Yixuan without changing his expression, Sima Yixuan smiled bitterly in his heart and drank the wine in one gulp. The wine had no taste in his mouth, but why did he drink so much today?
Cong Yi'er smiled slightly. In fact, she was not a person with a good drinker. She had a drink with Sima Yixuan once when she was pretending to be someone else. But that time, she used her inner strength to resolve the drunkenness, but today, she wanted to
Get drunk before you stop! So, she poured herself another glass and said with a smile: "Since it's a good thing, we have good things in pairs. Come on, I'll do it first as a token of respect." Then she drank it in one gulp with a smile on her face, but
There was already a hint of alcohol in his eyes, a hint of sadness, and a slight trace of tears.
Mo Jiakun was not willing to be outdone, and kept urging Sima Yixuan. The three of them didn't seem to be drinking at all, but more like they were competing for wine. Soon, the three of them were vaguely drunk, and the wine became more and more intense.
The drinking became more and more unbearable, and the wine brought by Sima Yixuan was not much. Mo Jiakun felt that the drink was not enough, so he ordered his entourage to buy more wine. The rain outside seemed to have a faint alcohol smell, and the faces of the three
There was a hazy feeling of drunkenness all over the place.
"Miss Cong, you really have a good drinker." Mo Jiakun's face turned red, he smiled, a little silly, and said, "I, I, am defeated. Brother Sima, how are you?"
Sima Yixuan did not show any signs of drunkenness. He should have the largest drinking capacity. He looked at Cong Yi'er. Cong Yi'er always had a smile on his face. He was very cute, but in Sima Yixuan's eyes, it was a kind of...
He felt distressed. He knew that Cong Yi'er drank too much and was a little dizzy. That time he met her drinking with Cong Xiai, she also drank too much and fell asleep on the table. Her face was gentle, but
Now, there is only sadness in her eyes. "Yi'er, don't drink anymore."
"Your memory is really bad." Cong Yi'er smiled and looked at Sima Yixuan, her eyes were drunk and her face was pink, "I told you, if you want to call me Miss Cong, you can't call me Yi'er.
Why did you forget? Haha, I am not your Yi'er, I am just Cong Yi'er, just a superfluous person. If you don't like me anymore, I will leave quietly. Right?"
"Yi'er." Sima Yixuan wanted to grab the wine glass from Cong Yi'er's hand, but Cong Yi'er drank the wine in one gulp and looked at her with a smile, looking a little proud.
"Your Majesty, your martial arts are very good, but it seems that mine is not bad either. You are not allowed to take my wine. You have to drink it and pour it yourself!"
"Brother Sima." Mo Jiakun said with a silly smile, "She drank too much, haha."
"You drank a lot too. Gan Nan, help him go in and rest." Sima Yixuan smiled bitterly, "Hey, don't drink anymore!"
Mo Jiakun chuckled, picked up the wine bottle, put it to his mouth, and drank it in one breath.
"Okay!" Cong Yier smiled, stood up, picked up another wine bottle on the table, and drank as usual, "Drinking like this, good, very enjoyable!"
"Yi'er! -" Sima Yixuan was so frightened that he directly grabbed the wine bottle from Cong Yi'er's hand, "Okay, don't drink any more. If you drink more, you will really have too much."
Gan Nan went to snatch the wine bottle from Mo Jiakun's hand, and pulled Mo Jiakun into the room with persuasion. Only Sima Yixuan and Cong Yi'er were left outside.
"Give me the wine!" Cong Yi'er raised her voice and said, "Why do you have to control me in everything? Aren't you just an emperor? Can the emperor control my whole life, Cong Yi'er? I want to drink and get drunk.
If you don’t, you won’t have to think about it, and if you don’t have to think about it, you won’t be sad!”
"Yi'er -" Sima Yixuan hid the wine behind his back and said, "I really can't drink anymore. Be obedient, Yi'er, you will hurt yourself. This wine is not a good thing. If you get drunk, you can only relieve yourself for a while.
, it’s more uncomfortable when you’re sober, I know it better than you. No amount of wine can dispel the sadness in your heart. You can hate me, but you can’t hurt yourself!”
Cong Yi'er approached Sima Yixuan, smiled, looked at him like a child, and asked innocently: "What about that? How do I forget you? How do I not remember that we met? How do I stop loving you? Tell me
?How about you kill me and let me go back and make my lotus seed mooncakes? It’s just a dream, just wake up, how about that?”
"Yi'er, -" Sima Yixuan didn't know what to say and could only comfort him with words. However, Cong Yi'er's helplessness and sadness after being drunk made him feel like a knife. "This great prosperity cannot be compared to
You smile, but you are alive, but it is the only possibility for me to see you smile again. If you are gone, my life will really be meaningless. If you are alive, even if you hate me, thinking that you are still there
, I’m satisfied too.”
Cong Yier couldn't hear what he said. She had drunk too much and lost consciousness. She smiled, feeling top-heavy and unable to control her body at all. She only remembered that she was smiling, and then she didn't know anything.
Already.
Sima Yixuan carried Yi'er into the room and put him on the bed. He looked at Yi'er's brows that were still slightly frowning in his sleep. He didn't speak for a long time. He didn't know if he was doing the right thing or not? Or maybe it was the right thing. But, like this
How can she survive this? His fake death has left her scarred. How long can she persist with such disregard for her existence and deliberate indifference? Today, she just blurted out the idea of drinking. Think about it.
I thought, but I was still afraid. If my father insisted on having his own way, it would really kill Yi'er. If she was gone, what would he do?
"Your Majesty, it's getting late, do you want to go back to the palace?" Gan Nan asked softly, "If your Majesty goes back now, I will stay here to take care of Miss Cong. As for Mr. Mo, you can let his servants take him back. Miss Cong
She is not allowed to go to the palace, but she is drunk at this time, so I feel a little unsafe if I leave her here alone. What do you think, Your Majesty?"
Sima Yixuan sighed softly, "I want to stay for a while longer. You can first send Mo Jiakun back to the inn where he is staying, and then come back to pick me up."
"Yes." Gan Nan responded and retreated.
The rain outside was falling quietly, making this summer seem a bit lonely. Sima Yixuan sat at the table and looked at Cong Yi'er who was sleeping peacefully. Her stubbornness made him feel distressed. She just appeared in front of him with a smile,
Smiling like this, he prepared to leave. There was a faint fragrance of wine in the air. Sima Yixuan drank cup after cup. Now, the wine seemed to be unable to make him drunk. The more he drank, the lonelier he became. The more he drank, the clearer the past memories became.
Xiaoying's words were still ringing in her ears. She told him helplessly how her father had arranged for Cong Yi'er. She could afford to let go of many things, but once it related to Cong Yi'er's
When it comes to his life, he loses his sense of proportion. The only thing he can do is that as long as Yi'er can live safely, he can accept everything, including giving up his love for her, and he is willing as long as she can live.