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

Chapter 809 It turns out that love is bitter ①
With her slender fingers, she picked up the ordinary porcelain teapot and poured Fang Shaoqi another cup of tea.

Fang Shaoqi was silent for a moment, and he naturally understood her heart. Such a woman who didn't know how to fight, now wants to regain her favor under such circumstances, and she naturally bears a lot of pressure in her heart.

But now the emperor wants to appoint Concubine Xuan as the queen.

It's not bad that Qingqing's situation remains unchanged and worse at this time, how can it be said that it will turn things around?

Qingqing didn't know that during the days when she was in this cold palace, earth-shaking changes had taken place outside.

Fang Shaoqi asked her tentatively, Qingqing, do you love her?

Qingqing was taken aback for a moment, and then replied with some ambiguity, I don't know either.

I used to love deeply, and I was also deeply hurt and hated by him.

As the saying goes, there is love and there is hatred.

But now she understands better that she can't just sit here and wait for death.

Looking at his own child, so young, he became a victim of court struggle.

Fang Shaoqi asked him again, if you fail to regain favor, have you ever thought about leaving here?

Looking at him Qingqing, Shaoqi, what do you mean?
Fang Shaoqi paused for a moment and said, I said it was a hypothesis, nothing special.

Fang Shaoqi thought for a while and continued, I think if you really can't be favored again, you should have your own life.

Qing Qingdao, if I had been confused with Murong Jin that night, I would have left just like that, or I would have been burned to death by those feudal villagers in that village, maybe I would have my own life, or I would have already disappeared in a wisp of smoke In this world.

But God made a joke, let me experience so much with Murong Jin, and fell in love with him.

Maybe falling in love is only for a moment.

But to forget him may take a lifetime, until the moment the heart stops beating.

I hate him, but I can't deny that there is still love lingering in my heart, and I can't get rid of it no matter how I escape.

Some people, you can’t really stop loving them if you say you don’t love them, and some things can’t be forgotten after you say it’s over.

The room was very quiet, the sunlight pierced through the dilapidated windows and hit her white porcelain face mottledly, her voice changed from the orchid-like low to slightly hoarse.

(End of this chapter)