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

Chapter 207 Farewell①

Murong Jin turned and left, and disappeared from Qingqing's sight, but he didn't know that Qingqing had actually woken up.

She touched her lower abdomen that had calmed down. She was actually not happy these days.

Now that the child is gone, her heart is also empty.

She was tired, really tired.

A tear silently slid down his face.

At this time Yuanyang came in from outside and said overjoyed, "Your Majesty, you are awake!"

Qingqing put away the sadness in her eyes, calmed her breath and said, "Yuanyang, I have nothing to do, it's getting late, you should go to bed earlier."

Yuanyang refused at first, but Qingqing insisted on letting her go to rest. Finally, she helped Qingqing tuck the quilt before leaving.

Seeing that there was no sound outside, Qingqing sat up and looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar room.

The lower abdomen has been flattened, although there is still a slight pain, but it is not as good as the pain of being stripped in the heart.

Qingqing opened the cupboard and packed a few clothes she was wearing with her. She knew the back door in the northwest corner of the palace, although it was usually gloomy and few people went there.

However, she wants to leave like this.

Murong Jin is about to go to war. Originally, because of the baby in her womb, she still endured facing those Yingying and Yanyan all day long. If she is required to share a husband like this with others in this life, she thinks that her heart will always be Neither will be happy.

Love is selfish, she realized that she started to care about Murong Jin, so she was even more reluctant to share it with others, but now the other baby who supported her was gone, she really didn't want to face that powerful pressure, Everything was too hard for her.

She packed up her things, just some simple luggage and a few pieces of silver.

In her hand, she held the kit that Murong Jin had given her, that mysterious kit.Clearly thinking about it, it might as well keep it as a souvenir.

So put it in the bag.

The night wind was very strong, and it suddenly blew across the face of the beaten person, and the howling was like a ghost howling.

Qingqing wore those lambskin short boots and quietly went out the door, the only sound was the wind in the dead of night.

Without alarming anyone, Qingqing glanced back at the room and said goodbye.

Brother Jin, there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, Murong Jin once asked her to call him like this, this time please satisfy him from the bottom of my heart.

(End of this chapter)