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Seeing Jing Ruhua's dazed expression, Jing Rumo sighed in his heart, he betrayed her, but he didn't regret it. He regretted seeing that five-year-old girl when he was ten years old when he followed his father to inspect Zhuangzi. He was obviously wronged and kept silent. Not only did he not cry when he was beaten and scolded by his father, but he was not calm like a five-year-old child. He was only ten years old at that time, and he was the only child in the family. He just felt that this girl made him miss Take it back home and take good care of it, just like having an extra sister.

Both his father and mother would never refuse his request. Seeing that this little girl has calm stamina in her bones, such a woman is exactly the mistress that the Jing Mansion wanted, and he did not reject it, so they bought it from her father. He adopted her and brought her up in the mansion as a child bride-in-law.

When she was learning etiquette and virtue with the nuns, he could see the yard outside the window when he was studying the book and raised his eyes. She was standing in the shade of the trees and practicing her posture. When he was painting, he could see her sitting under the window and practicing embroidery. He is five years older than her, she is still young, and he is not too old. A peasant girl has become the child bride of our young master. She is uncomfortable in every way. In order to gain a foothold, she has worked hard in every possible way. A peasant child bride, reading books and writing poems, has one more person to accompany her.

In this way, when she was 16 years old, they got married, he didn't feel any difference, life was still like this, when he came home, he would see her welcoming him, and when he left, she would see her off, the relationship between husband and wife was as plain as water .

But he doesn't understand, and she doesn't understand, love is not just vigorous, heartbeat, life and death, there is a kind of love, like the warm sun in spring, the cool breeze in summer, the setting sun in autumn, hot tea in winter , always make you feel comfortable inadvertently, but don't write too much.

How high-spirited he was at that time, the young master of Jingfu, one of the best romantic young masters in Yangzhou City, the talented man in the hearts of beauties, young and energetic, with great ambitions, because he was involved in the battle for the succession at that time, he did not choose The second, third, and fourth princes, who were in the limelight, chose the fifth prince, King Anqing, who was soaked in a medicine jar and was declared not to live to twenty.

Because King Anqing is very similar to him in some aspects, the two hit it off immediately, and only he realized that the sick and weak prince who was eliminated early also had the ambition and strength not to lose to the other three princes. At that time, something went wrong and everything was lost. In the end, the first thing he thought of was his wife. If something happened to him, she could remarry. But just thinking about it made him feel very uncomfortable, so he escaped Even if he dies, she will still be the hostess of the Jing Mansion. His Jing Rumo's wife, even if she is a widow, he wants the title of that deceased husband.

Thinking of this, the corners of Jing Ruhua's thin lips slightly raised an arc, and he smiled proudly. He has never regretted it, so what if he missed her life.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would become a ghost after he died, and he could go anywhere he wanted, every world, every country, at first he could only be resurrected by the body of the dead, and finally, he found that as long as he did One grateful thing, his soul can be solidified, and he can stay in the world for a longer time.

"For so many years, I have never left!" Jing Rumo walked around the table, staring at Jing Ruhua's face, looking at the unsightly body, Jing Rumo stretched out his hand, and a purple mask covered Jing Rumo. With Hua on his body, Jing Ruhua's soul escaped from Xiang Yu's body.

"Ruhua, the Jing family owes you." Jing Rumo saw all that Jing Ruhua had done for the Jing family, but they were separated from each other. He sat beside her while she was doing accounts, She couldn't see, he wanted to touch her white hair when it was bushy, but he couldn't touch it.

Jing Rumo stretched out a hand that was as fair as Jing Ruhua's, except that his hand was bigger and had more distinct bones. He lifted a strand of black hair from Jing Ruhua's ear, as if he had done it countless times, and pinned it behind her ear , laughing softly: "Finally I can touch your soul with Jing Rumo's soul again! It's great!"