casserole lady

Chapter 110 Solving the fiancee (2)
The people in the room were silent for a long time, and finally sighed softly, with a hint of tenderness in their tone: "Mingyue, in fact, you have always misunderstood, and I have never resented you. You have done nothing wrong."

Hearing this, Xia Mingyue seemed to have a turning point, her hands couldn't help but clutch the cold and stiff ground, holding her breath and staring at the door.

The people in the room said again slowly: "Mingyue, you have always been like my sister, and I regard you as a relative. After our engagement, I also regard you as the person I want to hold hands with for the rest of my life." He paused , and said: "But that was in the past. From the moment Dayan subjugated our marriage, it was impossible. I don't want to see you because you are now the widow of 26 Steward, and you have too many entanglements. It will lead you into criticism. If you insist on remarrying, you should find a man who can treat you well."

Xia Mingyue's face was ashen, she tremblingly said: "Don't you know that you are the one I want the most?"

Lu Fang shook his head, calmly but firmly: "No."

The people in the room said nothing more, Xia Mingyue stood pale in the cold moonlight, and said nothing more.

Torre, who had to eavesdrop on all this, ran to Qin Zheng's room helplessly: "Just let her stand outside for a night?"

Qin Zheng glanced at him lightly: "Since you have a heart of sympathy and sympathy, you might as well accept it."

Tuo Lei heard this, his forehead was about to sweat: "Don't, I can't bear this delicate lady!"

Xia Mingyue stood there for an unknown amount of time, until the sound of the watch clock rang outside. After five rings, it turned out to be the fifth watch time.

Xia Mingyue forced a smile, as if she was talking to herself, but also as if she was saying to Lu Fang: "Brother Fang, do you know that the most painful time in my life was not when the city was ruined and my family was destroyed, nor was it when I was helpless? When I married a white-haired man, it wasn't even when my father died. The most painful time for me was when I was holding a soup spoon and you stood in front of me, begging for a bowl of porridge."

"At that moment, I just wish that nothing had happened. I really wish I could be more selfish."

She stroked the messy hair on her cheeks, and smiled: "It's a pity, everything has already happened, and it can't be taken back."

She reluctantly stood up, slowly took out something from her bosom, put it lightly on the steps, and said softly: "Brother Fang, I keep this thing by my side all the time, now, I will leave it for you to think about it. "

After finishing all this, she greeted her little maid: "Huan'er, let's go."

With her head down, her hair disheveled, and her face pale, she walked out of the small courtyard step by step.

When she walks out, she will really have nothing to do with Lu Fang anymore.

She should be her No.20 sixth lady.

For a lifetime, there is no No. 20 No. 20 Mrs. Six butlers...

On the second day, Torre opened the handkerchief on the steps and handed it to Lu Fang.

Lu Fang didn't pick it up, so Torre had to open it, only to find a dried flower inside, a pansy.

The pansy was picked when it bloomed the most charmingly, and was carefully stored in the Jinpa by the passionate woman, which has been preserved to this day.

Torre's rough hands couldn't bear to touch the pansy, and he looked at Lu Fang begging for help: "You really don't want it anymore?"

Lu Fang glanced at the dried flower, walked over, picked it up with his slender fingers, crushed it lightly, and the dried flower shattered.

Broken dried flowers, some pale pink and some white, drift away with the cold wind.

Lu Fang said: "The more beautiful a thing is, the more delicate and fragile it is. This dried flower should be born in a prosperous and prosperous age, so that it can die well."

(End of this chapter)