Sheng Chong Concubine

Chapter 1245 Love is deep and lifeless, strong will be humiliated (4)
It dawned on her at last.

In fact, she had investigated curiously, and there was no flaw in the traces of his existence.

Now she understands that someone is helping him.From the incident of the flower picker in the small border town in the second year of Yongli, there was a person who had been with him, joined him, and lied to her for 20 years.

And now, that person...

"Sister Xuan." Feng Qingyao suddenly said in a low voice, "I won't hide it from you now. Ahem..." She smiled softly again, with sighs, melancholy and relief in her smile .

"The curse of the Hua family is innate. When we were born, the curse has already been born. Back then, you let Master Wangchen undo the curse, so from now on, the children of my Hua family will not have to suffer from the curse again." Bitter. But our generation, also cannot escape."

There was a kind of indifference on her face that saw through life and death, and there was a bit of reluctance.This reluctance is for her husband and children.

The love is deep and the relationship is shallow, since the relationship is shallow, how can the love be deep?She doesn't remember how many years this sentence echoed in her heart, but only remembers many years ago, when she accidentally understood all the truth.These words kept echoing in my ears.She also thought countless times, if she knew this was the ending, would she still have no hesitation at the beginning?

That night she sat in front of the window, looking at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and remembered that man had fallen asleep every night many years ago.

She smiled slightly.

Yes, yes, even if it would be painful, she would be happy with it.

Just like passing, my brother back then.

"Brother, he already... 20 years ago..."

"Do not."

Shen Qingxuan suddenly roared and looked at her with bloodshot eyes.

"Impossible, he writes to me every year, those letters, those letters..."

The low sigh, which seemed to come from the distant sky, fell slowly, but instantly suppressed Shen Qingxuan's grief and indignation.She looked up, and there was a person standing at the door.Dressed in plain clothes and luxurious clothes, vicissitudes and exhaustion are written on the face that has gone through the years.The eyes looking at him were stunned for a moment, and then fell into a long silence.

How many years?I can't remember how many years I haven't seen her.Now she is standing a few steps away from him, looking at the face that has long been engraved in her memory.No matter how many years there is, that young and beautiful face will never have the slightest wrinkle. Looking at my gray ears and temples, and the fine wrinkles at the corners of my eyes, it all shows the ruthlessness of the years.

Just a short distance away, this moment seems to be the end of the world, and the river of time will never be crossed.

"Mingyue." No matter how many years, he is still used to calling her that.

In this world, he is the only one who calls her that.This is his unique title, perhaps relying on these two words can fill the eternal emptiness and loneliness in my heart.

Shen Qingxuan looked at the man beside him, dressed in black like ink, with a silver mask on his face.The cuffs of the clothes were outlined with silver threads, hanging down by the side, shimmering slightly.The pair of eyes exposed outside the mask are cold and full of years of disguised pain and exhaustion.

She staggered back, her face pale as snow.

The makeup that belonged to Rong Ye, but not the eyes that belonged to that person.This alone already explained everything, and she didn't even need to unmask him.

He is not Rong Ye, he is a substitute, a substitute who has been pretending for 20 years.

It was the man, the lie that was used to deceive him.

"why……"

When she asked these three words, her voice was hoarse and tears flowed like rain, as if she wanted to wake up the heavy truth at this moment after being ignorant for many years. The accumulated tears flowed instantly at this moment.

Everyone looked at her, at this woman who had never been so desperate and painful even if she was forced to kill her father with her own hands, at this moment, she broke down and cried.No, she didn't cry, she just shed tears.Those tears fell one by one like pearls, and each one was filled with belated pain, guilt, self-blame and unchangeable despair.

The man in black suddenly sighed softly, and took off the mask on his face, revealing a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face.

Shen Qingxuan looked at that face as if struck by lightning, and could hardly believe her eyes.

"Mo Yan?"

Mo Yan, the book boy beside Feng Qingyue back then.The person who pretended to be him for so many years turned out to be the book boy who had followed him for many years.

Mo Yan smiled wryly, "It's me, Miss Qing."

He didn't call the Empress Dowager, Miss Shen, or Madam Feng, only Miss Qing.Before the young master died, Qing'er was always on his mind. Today, 20 years later, the lie that was spread 20 years ago is finally uncovered by him himself.

He lowered his head and slowly... knelt down.

"Young master, he already..." He closed his eyes in grief, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. "already dead……"

Shen Qingxuan's eyes darkened, and she could hardly accept this thunderous fact.

Feng Qingli hugged her tightly and remained silent.

Mo Yan took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Shen Qingxuan.

"This is the last letter from the young master to you. After reading this letter, you will understand everything."

Shen Qingxuan stretched out her hand tremblingly, almost using all her strength to take the letter.She lowered her head and looked at the words on the envelope.

Kiss me!

Every year, every letter, are these few words.

Her fingers were trembling, Feng Qingli wanted to help her open the letter, but she stubbornly refused.The action of opening a letter is easy even for a child, but it took her as long as a cup of tea to open the letter.

The handwriting of the target is moving around like a dragon, flying like a dragon and dancing like a phoenix, every stroke and every stroke shows the arrogance and strength of character that belongs to that person alone.

"Qing'er, when you read this letter, you must have known all the truth. Sorry, I lied to you again."

When writing here, he seemed to have paused, and continued to write after the handwriting was condensed.

"It seems that there will always be lies between me and you. Whether it was the first meeting on Cuiwei Mountain in the outskirts of Yangzhou, the temptation at the foot of Baohua Temple, or all the things after that. My life has always been It should be a disguise and a lie."

Shen Qingxuan looked at those words, those sentences, and through those few understatements, she could clearly see the deep emotions contained in each word.She seemed to be able to imagine that person sitting in front of the window in the thatched hut she built.At the last moment of her life, she might be like today's Feng Qingyao, her face was pale with blood on her lips.However, he is as pure and proud as a banished immortal.His delicate and white hands are as delicate as carvings, and he holds on to the Langhao brush steadily and powerfully. His gorgeous eyes crushed the afterglow of the setting sun and froze on the bloody smile on his lips, which is beautiful and peerless.

(End of this chapter)