Yue Ji

Chapter 273 The so-called Iraqis are on the side of the water

Jing Ling stared at Wei Luo with a sullen face.

He didn't speak for a long time.

Amidst a burst of depression, his deep and deep voice drifted through the air, "Isn't it possible to have both in the world?"

The sound drifted like the wind.

He raised his head, frowned slightly, and stared blankly at the flow of people coming and going in front of him.

Like him, Wei Luo looked seriously at the mountain peak on the left.

Neither of them spoke, nor looked at each other.

Wei Luo knew that in Jingling's life, he basically got what he wanted.The last time his father and the dignitaries teamed up to expel him like that setback, it was also shattered in the blink of an eye.

It can be said that the biggest setback in his life was brought by himself.

Thinking of this, Wei Luo felt bitter.She didn't know if a person like him, a nobleman like him, a proud son of heaven, who naturally inherited the best of everything in the world, could learn to make trade-offs, and could understand what she just said.

This time, her words were very clear, "If you only want to be the king of Jin who is praised by everyone and never criticized by anyone, you can abandon me! If you want to keep me, please bear with these criticisms."

Last night, when I blurted out the words to leave, I was heartbroken. At this moment, if I say these words clearly again, the thing stuck in my chest will feel cramped.

At this time, Jingling stepped forward.

He held Wei Luo's hand, and when he left like this, Wei Luo naturally followed.

The fingers of the two intertwined, and they still held each other tightly.Wei Luo lowered his head, looked at the two clasped hands, and stared at the fingers that were slightly sweaty because they were clenched too tightly.

His fingers are slender and slightly thick, and the knuckles look very strong. This is his hand.

Wei Luo blinked, gently put his right hand on his big hand, and started to stroke it slowly.

Caressing her, a drop of tear fell from the corner of her eye, splashed lightly on the dirt, and the dust had already penetrated deeply, never to be seen again.

Jing Ling's hand tightened suddenly.

He grabbed her painful little hand, and the eyes that looked at Wei Luo were a little gentler than before.

He murmured, "Son."

"kindness."

"Can't you back down a little bit for me?"

Wei Luo was startled.

She looked up at him.

Facing her teary eyes, Jing Ling was startled, he quickly turned his head to avoid Wei Luo's sight.His brows were furrowed, his deep voice was weak and soft-hearted, "Please allow me to think carefully."

Wei Luo lowered her eyebrows, she took half a step forward, put her arms around his waist gently, buried her face in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Master, my son has been obsessed with you for a long time. There is no way or forgetting. In the past, when I was in the son's mansion, I clearly fell in love with you, my husband, but I avoided you in every possible way, because I know myself, what I want is too shocking and shocking, and it is difficult for the world to tolerate."

When she said in a smooth voice, "My child has been obsessed with you for a long time, and I can't forget you even after tossing and turning." Jing Ling quickly stretched out his hands and hugged her slender waist tightly.

Wei Luo buried her in his arms, rubbed her face lightly against his lapel, and wiped away the tears that accidentally overflowed from her eyes, she continued: "Therefore, in this life, my son, I only wish to be a magi , not involved in love, not in the way of husband and wife."

Wei Luo sighed bitterly, paused, his voice was stagnant and slow, word by word, "Now you and I know each other and love each other better than mountains and seas, but my son still thinks this way: when I was young and beautiful, husband and wife When the Lord's love for the child is as deep as the sea, he still wants to be with another wife. The child really doesn't know how he will deal with himself when he grows old and the love of the husband-lord is no longer!"

As soon as her voice fell, Jing Ling said in a deep and decisive voice: "Impossible! Except for the child, how could Yu Fu fall into the eyes of the husband?"

Wei Luo smiled bitterly.

Smiling and laughing, two lines of clear tears flowed down slowly.Her voice was hoarse, and she said with a choked voice: "If life is just like the first time you see it, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan! Waiting for leisure to change the old heart, but the old heart is changeable! Jingling, the word for love is the most changeable. It's up to you and me to be the master."

Jingling didn't speak.

In silence, he put his arms around Wei Luo, his breathing was a little anxious and chaotic.

At this time, a burst of laughter came from the side, "The two of them look like noble people from a distance. Seeing them up close, they are like a husband and wife."

This laughter was aimed at Wei Luo and Jing Ling.

As soon as the voice fell, Jing Ling said in a low voice: "We'll talk about it when we go back."

. . . . . . "Yes."

Wei Luo slowly left his embrace, lowered his head, and quietly wiped away the tears on his face.

Jing Ling still held her hand tightly and walked forward.

The two of them were very preoccupied, so they walked unhappily.

Jingling has not spoken.

Wei Luo knew that all along, Jing Ling's concession and tenderness to him was because he loved her.It's not that he really understands her difficulties.That's right, how could a man who grew up in his environment understand the thoughts of his little daughter and the desire for exclusiveness derived from love?

Even in her era, many people still think that love is the desire to be with each other.As long as we can be together, it doesn't matter what kind of husband or status you have with her.

Many people don't know that the most important part of love is respect.If two people in love can't even compare their hearts to each other, even feel sorry for each other, and even give their best everything to the loved one willingly, can it still be called love?
The other concubines who can face her husband tolerantly, think that having this moment of love is a woman who has everything, but she doesn't understand that what she thinks of as love is just a momentary infatuation for a man. It's just his momentary monopoly on this fresh, youthful body with some characteristics!

In the field of true love, there is no third party.Even if it's a third party who is acting on every occasion and perfunctorily showing it to outsiders!
The two had arrived at the main city gate at this time.

As soon as they arrived, they saw a convoy approaching.

This convoy is very long, and at a glance, you can't see the side.In the stretching carriage, there are flying triangular flags, about half as large as the flags.The flag is decorated with feathers of pheasants, orioles and other birds.

The swordsmen riding their horses to open the way in front of the convoy all looked delicate and frail.

Wei Luo, who was distracted, just cast a casual glance and then looked away.

At this time, she heard a voice from behind, "It's the envoy of Marquis Yue!"

"The Yue people have always been close to the Chu people and enmity with our Jin people. Unexpectedly, this time the Marquis of Yue is actually here. It seems that the leader of the next alliance must be our Jin country!"

Only when the hegemony declares its hegemony, will it ally with other countries.

Wei Luo was startled, is this the Marquis Yue's convoy?
She looked up quickly.

Beside her, Jing Ling lowered his head and stared at her. Seeing that she was looking at her seriously, he slowly opened his mouth, "Son, can you explain your background?"

. . . . . .

Wei Luo froze.

She has always known that Jingling has doubts about her origin.If possible, she would have confessed.

But how can I ask her to confess?Whether she is the body of the princess of the Yue Kingdom, or the soul of the later generations, she has no way to speak, no way to explain.

This is an era where ghosts and gods are worshiped and witches are popular. The secret that she is a time traveler, Wei Luo is going to die in his belly and follow her into the coffin.

The more she understands this era, the more she knows that she must never tell anyone about things like coming back from time travel and reviving a dead body!anyone!Otherwise, she really dare not imagine the consequences.

Over the years, in order to protect her secret, she has been very careful, very careful.She never dared to divulge any knowledge that did not belong to this era!

Jing Ling stared closely at Wei Luo, staring at her small face that was sometimes green and sometimes pale.

For a long while, Wei Luo didn't answer.

She couldn't say it clearly and didn't want to lie, so she could only avoid answering.

Gradually, Jing Ling's face turned a little gray.He pursed his thin lips into a line, and stared at Wei Luo firmly. After a long time, he sighed in a low voice: "The heart of a child is so difficult to understand."

There was boundless disappointment in this voice.

Yeah, how could he not be disappointed.In an era where everyone believes in oaths and sincerity is the most basic principle of life, Wei Luo's concealment of his background is the greatest disrespect to him and their feelings.

But she is still pressing for his special pet step by step.

In the past few years, Jingling has always been suspicious of Wei Luo's background, and after hearing Cai Ji's word last time, he also sent someone to investigate.However, Jinyue is too far apart, and there are no portraits to provide, and there are very limited people in Yuegong who can contact and inquire.After investigation and investigation, all I got was some useless news.

Doctor Qing, who was greeted by the Jin Palace, has long been waiting on the side of the road.Through the crowd, Wei Luo got out of the carriage and glanced at Yue Hou who was approaching by Jiaoying Doctor Qing.

Hey, this Yuehou looks like he is only 37 or [-] years old, but he is rather handsome.

Wei Luo's mind was so confused that this thought just passed by in a flash.

After a while, the convoy started again. Under the leadership of Dr. Jin Guoqing, Yue Hou's carriage followed closely.

The onlookers retreated to the sides one after another.

Wei Luo and Jing Ling also retreated to the left and right along with the crowd.

As for Wei Luo and the two of them, they were both very preoccupied, and they didn't have the energy to pay attention to the excitement in front of them.When the crowd retreated, they also subconsciously retreated.

The two were still holding hands, silent.

It wasn't until Yueren's convoy gradually drove into the depths of the street that Jingling turned around and strode away.

Wei Luo was dragged away by him.

Behind the two of them, a beggar was tapping a rotten pottery bowl with chopsticks, humming loudly, "The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren is on the side of the water. Follow it back, and the road is long and difficult. Swimming from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.
The reeds are luxuriant, and the white dew is not yet clear.The so-called Yi people are in the Mee of the water.Follow it back and forth, the road blocks and joins.Backtracking from it, Wan is in the water.
The reeds are picked, but the white dew is not finished.The so-called Yi people are in the water.Go back from the road, resistance and right.From the back of the tour, Wan is in the water. "

Knocking pottery pots and bowls is the music that the common people in this era are entitled to enjoy, and it is called hitting the fou as sound.

As soon as the singing came, Jing Ling's hand that was holding Wei Luo tightly slipped.

Wei Luo was also stunned.This song is really an image.Between her and Jingling, there are many waves, mountains and rivers, isn't there a long and obstructive road?
"The so-called Yiren is on the side of the water." Isn't that how she is to Jingling?
(End of this chapter)