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

Chapter 758 Shock 3
When Murong Jin came, he had already lighted the lamp, and Qingqing was sitting in the room, quietly copying a book of Sanskrit with a brush in his hand.

She heard Murong Jin walk into the room, but she was still concentrating on copying the Sanskrit in her hand.

Until Murong Jin walked all the way to her side, his figure cast a shadowy shadow on the paper.

Qingqing raised her head and smiled peacefully, the emperor is here.

The gentleness on the surface can't resist the coldness in the heart.

It's as if nothing happened to them.

It's just that the gap in my heart seems to be getting further and further away.

It seems that those quarrels and haze never existed, but the depressive feeling does still exist.

Murong Jin stared at the paper in front of her, and asked why she suddenly started copying this Buddhist scripture.

She smiled gracefully and said, "Buddhism can make people meticulous, and the concubine's heart can't calm down all the time. If you want to calm yourself down, it can be regarded as self-cultivation."

Murong Jin smiled faintly and said, "I will compensate you for copying together."

The qingqing under the lamp is so quiet, like a deep valley orchid quietly blooming, free from the impetuousness of the world.

People seem to have memories.

It seems to recall the fluent life of sharing joys and sorrows.

His heart couldn't help softening.

They sat under the lamp and copied the Buddhist scriptures in Sanskrit together. Under the illumination of the painted palace lamp, they looked like a pair of green people.

Qingqing Bingxin wrote quietly, and the delicate and correct lowercase letters fell on the white rice paper.

Suddenly there was a sound of "pop", a stamen on the candle burst, Qingqing naturally picked up the one placed aside and went to cut the lamp wick, but Murong Jin closed her hands and went to cut the lamp wick with her.

It seems that all the unhappiness between them never happened.

Qingqing was also in a trance, as if they were still at the time when they were on the battlefield.

She looked at him with a smile, "Is this called He Danggong cutting the candles in the west window?"

Murong Jin just smiled faintly, staring at her in the candlelight.

(End of this chapter)