Sheng Chong Concubine

Chapter 1247 Love is deep and lifeless, strong will be humiliated (6)
"You want to be responsible for me?"

He lowered his head, unable to see his expression.

"sorry, I can not."

After a pause, he fell into a long silence.

She didn't know that the six understated words back then almost exhausted all the strength in his whole body at that moment.The pain came so suddenly, faintly permeated with the desperation and sadness that belonged to destiny.

At that moment, he savored the most penetrating pain in this world, but she smiled lightly: "Then I thank you and I'm sorry."

He looked up in astonishment, "You—"

"Didn't you say I'm special? Then I'll be special to the end. What kind of skin-to-skin relationship? You were injured so badly just now. If I didn't take off your clothes and bandage the wound, you might be dead now." .Even the Buddhist school pays attention to the right to act in a hurry, not to mention the danger of life. Besides, I am a woman and I don't care. Why do you care? If you really want to be responsible for me, I am not happy. "

This time he didn't smile, but there was a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.Such a woman, such a woman, should be so unique.Not his, not his, never his.So much so that in the following year, he painted her portrait day and night.It's hard to describe her arrogance and character.All she left him were those cold eyes that always smiled.

So in countless late nights after that, whenever the dream turned back and forth, only such a pair of smiling eyes accompanied him through that silent year, filling the 17 years of his life. Empty and lonely.

He knew that he could not sink, and sinking represented endless pain.

However, he is sober and stubbornly wants to be fascinated by it, even if it is painful, even if life is worse than death, it is better than these 17 years of peaceful life.

So he was thankful, thankful that his sensibility overcame his rationality at that moment, and he asked that sentence.

"Your name, I just want to know your name."

At that moment, his stubborn eyes were like stars in the night sky, bright and dazzling, looking straight into the bottom of her heart.

She didn't know his struggle and fear at that moment. In the past 17 years, no matter what kind of ups and downs I have experienced, I have never experienced fear and hesitation.

Afraid of being rejected by her.

However, the next moment, he heard the three most beautiful words in the world.

"Shen Qingxuan."

"Shen... Qingxuan?" He lowered his head and muttered to himself, then looked up again.

"My name is..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he was a little confused. Should he tell him his name is Rong Ye, or Feng Qingyue?In an instant, the light suddenly darkened.His life was originally an intersection of light and darkness, and there was never any possibility of redemption.However, after such a moment of hesitation, she had already left.

Perhaps, she didn't take him to heart at all, so why should she know his name?
Buried in the last rays of the setting sun, he smiled lonely and tenderly.

"Rong Ye can never see people with their true colors. Feng Qingyue's life will always be just a hypocritical lie. However, they want to give you the most authentic truth from the beginning to the end. It's just God's will to trick people, which is to use up your life and change your fate against the sky. , and can’t redeem those sins in the darkness. I’m destined to leave you in this life, only... lies. "

The orange-red light shone in through the window screen, casting golden light on his white hair, as if he had been in the world for a long time, and now he should be lifted away from this filthy world.

"If someone else tells you some things, I think you will feel guilty forever, so why not let me answer them for you myself."

Turning over a page of letter paper, Shen Qingxuan looked at it almost numbly.

"The curse of the Hua family is innate. The moment I was born, I have fulfilled the curse. I left the capital that day, went to Baohua Temple, and prayed to the master to extend my life for three months with relics. Then use these three Yue, cultivate a me. Mo Yan, Wu Yan, can never speak, can only be Rong Ye who has been silent for 20 years, but can't be himself."

Shen Qingxuan's fingers trembled, and she looked at Mo Yan who bowed her head and looked sad.

How could that person from 20 years ago be such a powerful and unpredictable prophet that he arranged everything so seamlessly early on?It takes three months to train a substitute.Rong Ye has always worn a mask to walk around the world, and people who are not familiar with him will definitely not be able to tell whether it is true or not.And his martial arts...

Shen Qingxuan continued to look down.

"I endowed him with all my skills and let him inherit everything from me..."

Shen Qingxuan bit her lip, Mo Yan had already started to sob softly, and the fingers beside her were clenched into fists just now.Wordless pain rolled in waves in his chest.

"That kid, I'm sorry for him."

On the letter paper, the man who was dying 20 years ago let out a low sigh, his eyes filled with silent apology.

"I let him be not his own self for more than 20 years."

"Cough cough cough..." A clear cough came from Feng Qingyao's ears.However, the sound of coughing was heard in her ears, and Shen Qingxuan saw through the black and white handwriting that the man covered his lips and coughed in a low voice 20 years ago, blood stains were sprinkled on the white robe.As a clean freak, he didn't have the time or the energy to change out of his white robe. Instead, he concentrated on writing a last letter to the only person he missed in this world.

"I let him come back in a year, because you know that I worked hard for you and hurt my heart, and I must heal the wound. One year is just right. One year is also just right for him to become another me more truly."

"I know that the world will be in the hands of you and A Li. I know that you will not kill Xuanyuan Yi, and I know that he will leave. So the second letter I left is to catch the flower pickers in a small border town. "

"Actually, it's not that there are no flower picking thieves, it's just that I killed them a long time ago. And the latter one is a fake. It was my trick to lure Xuanyuan Yi out with the title of the number one son in the world."

"You are so smart, if I haven't shown up for many years, if the letter I send you every year is just a dry well-being of the old friend, you will definitely be puzzled. However, I am dead after all, and I can't cover everything, and I can't hide it from you and me. Ah Li's eyes and ears. Mo Yan, he is still young, I am worried that he is not calm and careful enough, and his feet are showing. So, I asked Xuanyuan Yi for help by borrowing the matter of the flower picker."

Shen Qingxuan looked up at Xuanyuan Yi.

Xuanyuan Yi, who met her gaze, just sighed slightly.

In the grove that year, after the silver mask was lifted, the face that was revealed made him understand the truth immediately after being shocked.After dealing with the flower picker, he found Mo Yan and learned about Rong Ye's arrangements before his death.

He had to admire the man's strategizing and decisive victory, and he had to admire the man's estimation and grasp of people's hearts, which was accurate.In this world, if there is anyone worthy of his dedication and concern, it is only that woman.

(End of this chapter)