Leftover Girl Crossing: King Leng's Stand-in Concubine

Chapter 103 His Heart Is Frozen at the Valley ①
Yuanyang took a sky-blue cloak trimmed with rabbit fur and put it on Qingqing, saying, "Your Majesty, it's cold outside, you just recovered from a serious illness, so don't get sick again!"

When Qingqing returned to the room, she didn't know whether it was the weather or the disturbance in her heart, but she felt so restless.

She casually picked up a book of historical records on the bookshelf to read, she just wanted to do something calmly so as not to disturb her heart, but she turned to the chapters of Lu Zhi. She was very familiar with these historical stories, but now For a country that has no records in history, those historical knowledge may not be useful.

She closed the historical records casually, but inadvertently found a corner of a piece of light blue paper under the books beside the table.

She pulled it out curiously, and saw that it was written in the correct but bold font, "A little bit of Basho is heartbroken, and the sound reminds me of the past. I want to sleep and read old books. The mandarin ducks are small, and my hands are still unfamiliar. The tired eyes are suddenly low. Messy, half blurry when I look at it again. The cold rain in the quiet window and a lonely lamp. The expected is exhausted, is there still love?"

Qingqing frowned slightly, the font was like the inscription on the portrait of a woman she had in Murong Jin's study that day, presumably it was written by Murong Jin.

It's just that this word is too sad!
The clear shadow hit the long carved window covered with white paper, and Murong Jin's somewhat deep and cold eyes appeared in her mind again.

Why, his hot tears were so clear in her mind.

He is really a man she can't understand, his heart is so far away, as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Instructing the maids to retreat, in the pale pink cherry red tent, Qing Qing stared straight at the Ying Luo on the top of the tent, the thunder, gusts of wind and torrential rain roared like ghosts, as if thousands of silver beads were hitting her. Dang rattling on the eaves, she tossed and turned, the night of lightning and thunder made people extra lonely and uneasy.

A blinding white light instantly made the tent as white as day, and then the eardrums of the eardrums buzzed with thunderous thunder, as if there was a sound of opening the door, and the footsteps were light but gradually approaching.

She then gently closed her eyes and fell asleep, the curtain was gently opened, and she felt that someone was gently tucking the corner of the quilt for her.

(End of this chapter)