MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 246 Soul Return (2)

246 Soul Return (2)

She was suddenly afraid that a warm feeling would develop in her heart. She was afraid that once she had longing for the dream, she would not be used to coldness and loneliness. And this man, the stumbling block between him and him, was doomed on this day.

The next day, she couldn't help but go again. She didn't look at the pavilion, but she clearly felt that she had eyes looking at her. She began to suspect that he was there in those days, but she didn't know it.

They just accompany each other through silent nights and silently, she thought, he is also lonely, otherwise, he would not be like her, like such a deserted garden, but his solitude and loneliness hide Deeper than her.

She slowly got used to having a pair of eyes staring at her, making her feel that she really existed in this world. I'm used to having someone quietly stay with me, even if they are alone. Until one day, when she went again, she disappeared, and she felt a little lost in her heart, only to find that her silent heart had become dependent on a strange man who knew nothing. She was shocked in her heart. Is Leng Palace too cold, or is life too lonely?

She came to the lake sadly, and suddenly wanted to practice the sword, she folded a wicker and practiced it herself. She didn't know where the sword chart came from, only she knew that she should practice it well before she could be able to avenge her parents. When she got to the eighth position, she felt that something was wrong, and she became irritable. Suddenly one hand held her hand, Qingya's voice whispered in her ear: "This is wrong."

She froze, not knowing when he was next to her.

He let her go without incident, and folded a branch of wicker to easily practice what she had done wrong. She froze. He had stopped moving and asked with a smile, "Did you see clearly?"

She didn't answer, but just asked: "Why do you have this sword technique?"

His eyes moved, and he asked, "I should ask you, why is the royal swordsmanship?"

She was a little surprised, this swordplay is actually a royal swordsmanship? !! Who is the man in black who gave her swordsmanship? The young man in front of him is undoubtedly one of the royal princes! She frowned tightly and thought to herself: what should I do? He knew it! It is a capital crime to steal the royal swordsmanship. Even if she is a princess at the moment, a princess in the Lenggong practiced the sword privately and stole the Lenggong. Turning desperately in her mind, she thought of countless possibilities, each of which was enough to kill her. Unless this person dies, her life will be guaranteed!

He seemed to see through her mind, turned around, and smiled slightly slightly: "Don't you want to kill me?" With your current martial arts, I'm afraid ... not good! "

Punctured by her, she was somewhat embarrassed. She forced herself to calm down, looked at him, and did not speak. And he only glanced at her lightly, and did not delve deep into that question, as if he had only asked his question in order to answer her question.

She couldn't guess his mind for a while, and didn't dare to talk much. She thought this person was not as simple as she saw.

Looking around helplessly, she was confused. He suddenly took her hand, took her to the stone steps, and walked into the pavilion, she couldn't even struggle.

As he walked, he said, "If you want to see the scenery, you can only stand tall."

She wasn't used to being so close to people. Once at the pavilion, she quickly broke away from his hand and stepped back.

He didn't seem to care, went straight to the pavilion, turned his back to her, and looked at the scenery below. She looked at his back, her nobility and perseverance in her bones, and felt that someone like him should be born standing high and looking down at everything.

"Aren't you curious about my identity?" She asked suddenly.

His eyes narrowed, but he did not look back at her, but said lightly: "In this palace, everyone has their own identity and purpose. If you don't say it, why don't I ask?"

Since then, their words have gradually increased, and she, too, has become angry, smiling often from the corner of her lips, although the smile hides bitterness.

They often practiced swords together, sweating heavily, and then sat on the grass and rested against each other. In the past, I felt that the dull days were meaningful because of another person.

Struggling in love and hatred, she couldn't find her way. She knew that she would marry to the kingdom of heaven someday. She had been looking forward to it, but now she was afraid of that day. At that time, she never dreamed that there would be such a person there would be a love of her life!

In the two years after Rong Qi's death, she often asked herself, if she had not lost those seventeen years of memory, with affection for Rong Qi, would she still fall in love with Zongzheng without any worries?

She could not find the answer, but when her soul left the body, when she saw the worry-free appearance in front of her bed, she clearly felt the unbearable pain in his heart, as if the world was in despair ... ... at that moment, she thought she knew that she would fall in love with this man whether she had amnesia or not! Because he is worry-free! A man who can live for her, die for her, take pride in her, and live up to the world, she can't refuse this person!

In this life, she is doomed. He is so excellent! He paid blood and life for her. She willingly took the "Destiny" for him, and was so sad that his heart was stricken because of his death. Although the emotion he paid for her was so heavy that I couldn't pay it, but in the end She still gave him his life. She thought that in this way, she would be less owed, but she was even more ashamed of her beloved man, Zongzheng, who was not worried!

That day, the sun at dusk was covered with sorrow, covering the entire palace. The cold wind in the autumn patted the window relentlessly, blowing the yellow sycamore leaves and falling across the garden.

Her soul floated in the air, watching her child shake her body, crying in horror and helplessness, she felt so heartbroken that she wanted to attach that body, opened her eyes and told them: "Do n’t cry, mother is still . "But she passed through the cold corpse again and again, and could not be united with it.

When Zongzheng stepped into the room without worry, he couldn't stand in front of her in disbelief, staring at the utterly dead body, without grief or tears, without despair to collapse, he just stood there silently , Quiet is scary. He didn't do anything, only said softly, "Aman, I ... returned."

If the soul has life, if the soul can cry, she will cry so much that she cannot breathe. At that moment, she seemed to see his life wither, as if to hear the sound of his heart cracking ... He was so desperate that he was so desperate that he had no energy to grieve.

She reached out to comfort him, but no matter how hard she tried, her hand only penetrated his body and couldn't touch him.

Her hug ... he could never feel it again!

On the day of the wedding, Man Yan had been following Zong Zheng's carefree side, watching him walk through the streets of Beijing with her body, walking slowly on the red carpet covered with flowers. He looked at the person in his arms with such tenderness, and the smile on his lips was filled with happiness and sweetness ... but her heart seemed to be immersed in the bitterest medicine in the world, the inexorable sourness, Endlessly spread in her soul.

The candlestick in the cave house was supposed to be a sweet and lingering night, but he held an icy body and opened his eyes with no focus on the burning red dragon and phoenix, and spent a long and lonely wedding. night of.

That night, he thought he was in grief and despair, and he was the only one. He didn't know that she was actually right next to him, standing in front of his bed, crying with his hands over his mouth and silently exiting.

She hoped that at this time she could borrow a body to say a few words to him, no matter whether the body was male or female, old or young, or beautiful or ugly ... it didn't matter, she just wanted him to know, She had never actually left, and she had been with him by his side, but for her, it was just an extravagant hope! What she can do is keep her soul away with her obsession with him, and defend him in this most powerless manner.

Suddenly the wind outside the window rose, blowing a gap through the window, cold wind poured in, the bed mantle swayed, and the candlelight flickered, trying to perish.

The body of the woman in Zongzheng's worries is as soft as ever. His hands touched her pale face, and her skin was still delicate and smooth, but there was no more temperature. He pulled over the quilt and covered her tightly, he thought, would she be warmer in this way?

The emperor was married for three days. And these three days, he kept his beloved woman, never step out of the palace, and no one was allowed to come in and disturb.

In the evening of the third day, Yunsi Palace, outside the palace.

Xiao Ke held Nian's hand and looked anxiously at the gate of the palace, frowning.

The ninth prince copied his hands and paced back and forth in the yard, his eyes frowning, and his head kept turning. What reason can I go in to see if everything is all right? He paused, squinting at Zong Zhengying who was standing in front of him, the villain who looked like Qi Brother seven points. He crouched down in front of Zong Zhengying, staring at the little face that the jealousy was jealous of, and always wanted to reach out his hand. 2k novel reading network