The most beautiful daughter-in-law of space peasant women, Shanlihan

Chapter 1250

It was winter again, a man and a horse came slowly outside the desolate royal mausoleum, the horse walked very slowly, and the white clothes that the horses always liked to wear were still white and clean in this winter.

Qin Kang wandered outside for a long time, traveled all over the country, saw all the beautiful mountains and rivers, but every time this season came, he would come back here.

Because here, there is someone he has been thinking about.

When the coffin was buried back then, it was so beautiful. As the first general in the Great Qin Dynasty, the funeral of General Qingyun followed the princely etiquette, which was extremely luxurious. The ornate tombstones are also in ruins.

Qin Kang rolled up his sleeves and pulled out the grass on the grave by himself bit by bit. The brocade shoes under his feet were dirty, and the hem of his snow-white clothes was rubbed black. Those noble and dust-free hands were also traces of dirt and grass. Mottled, if outsiders saw the appearance of the cleanliness-obsessed Marquis of Nine Kings Dingyuan, they would surely drop their jaws in shock.

There was silence around him, so he kept pulling weeds in silence, extremely serious and careful. After working for more than an hour, he cleaned up the grass on the grave, and the original appearance of the tombstone was revealed. The eyelids have a mottled and old smell.

"Lin Qiaoyun, I'm here to see you." Sitting in front of the tombstone, he spoke softly, as if whispering to a close friend.However, the name that was called out was extremely unfamiliar with both first and last names.

In fact, he and Lin Qiaoyun are not familiar with each other, and the number of times they have met is only a handful.

But Biansheng is such a woman, born with a strong bright color, when she ordered thousands of people to surround the soldiers on Qingcheng Street, just one look, let him remember it for a lifetime.

From appreciation to guilt, from guilt to obsession, from obsession to derived emotions that shouldn't be there, until Qin Kang came to his senses, it was already too late.

She changed from a farmer's wife to General Qingyun, and became the prey of the emperor. He always missed her one step too late, and even in the end, he couldn't even say a word to her.

"Hehe..." He raised his head and took a sip of wine. The acrid smell of alcohol rushed into his nose and condensed in his heart, suppressing the sadness. He turned his head and gently stroked the writing on the tombstone. There were traces of bitterness, "You probably don't know, there is a fool who has always loved you." Love to the point where there are no traces, love to the point where only you know.

Qin Kang felt that the few feelings he had in his life were all wiped out in the fire in the Junyang Palace, and after that he traveled all over the world, his heart was calm, and it was difficult for him to be moved by something.

When the sun set, it began to rain lightly. He put the half jug of wine in front of her tombstone and smiled softly, "I will come to see you again in three years."

Three years is enough for him to go around this vast territory, circle after circle. He promised three years, but he just wanted to use time to erase the sadness that he thought repeatedly in his heart.

The horse was laden with white clothes, swaying slowly, not in a hurry, and gradually went away, the imperial city was clearly within reach, but he never went back.

He knew that within the fence, he no longer needed to work hard for Daqin, and he could no longer face his brother on the dragon chair.

At dusk, the man and the horse disappeared at the end of the sky through the ancient road.

(End of this chapter)