Back and forth: I brought supplies to help the impoverished prince

The autumn osmanthus is fragrant, and Wen Jiu’s five-year proton life has finally come to an end.

"Sister, are you really not going with me?" Before leaving, Wen Jiu held Qiao Shinian's hand and asked, "If you stay, it will be more dangerous. They have already gone to Chu Wen first. I am worried about you staying here alone."

"It's okay. I'll be by your side next time." Qiao Shinian said softly, "I still have some things to deal with here. Don't worry, I'm not the young and reckless person I used to be. Nothing will happen."

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Bukkoji Temple

Qiao Shinian was standing outside the courtyard gate wearing a light green dress, followed by Hehuan.

Today is a clear and cool autumn day. The blue sky and white clouds are as beautiful as a painting. Occasionally, the autumn breeze caresses the world, and the maple leaves rustle.

"Qingchen, let's go together. Let's leave Zhou State and live in Chuwen. Everything will be a new beginning." Qiao Shinian looked at the closed courtyard door, and his hand on his abdomen trembled a little.

The courtyard was extremely quiet. Even though it was a remote place, no sound could be heard from inside.

"Let's go, okay? How about we go to another place to continue healing?" Qiao Shinian's voice trembled a little. This was her seventeenth time coming here to find Mu Qingchen.

Just like before, Mu Qingchen had no intention of seeing her or talking to her.

"Girl, let's go back. The prince... he said he will not see anyone again, including you." Hehuan walked forward and looked at the closed gate, sadness hidden in her eyes.

Qiao Shinian would come here every day, until the coldest months of winter, until the day of returning home was just around the corner.

It was a snowy winter day, and Qiao Shinian walked on the snow and came to Mu Qingchen's gate again.

At this moment, she was already very calm. She did not ask to open the door, but just walked to the door silently and squatted down: "Tomorrow, I will appear in Chu Wen's country."

She said this very calmly, very calmly.

It was like telling a story, but also like saying goodbye.

"I was thinking, maybe... you would be willing to come out... and see me."

It was extremely quiet.

The weather today is not good. The clouds are dark and gloomy. From time to time, a gust of wind blows all the cold air past everyone.

"But if you don't want to, I can't do anything to you, right?" Qiao Shinian smiled to himself, "Qingchen, I have been waiting for you, waiting for you to cheer up, waiting for you to come back to me.

I know you can't face what they did to you. In fact, I can't forgive them either. You are in pain, and I am sad too. They schemed against you to make you compromise. Sometimes I wonder why you can't be tougher and more rogue, so that we can have an easier time. "

Qiao Shinian wiped away her tears and said in a hoarse voice: "Since you don't want to leave with me now, then you wait for me here. In the future, I will set foot on this land again and clean up all the filth and sin. Then I will come to pick you up."

Qiao Shinian stood up and brushed the snow off her cloak. To be honest, she often blamed Mu Qingchen when she was emotionally unstable, blaming him for not being able to cheer up for her, and blaming him for never writing back to her, even if it was just one or two words.

"Your Majesty." Mo Yang looked at Mu Qingchen who was sitting on the steps at the door and whispered, "You didn't even see me once?"

"I won't see you. Seeing you will only add to my sadness." Mu Qingchen just sat there, his clothes were already soaked, and his hands were like dry branches.

He lowered his head slightly and shook it gently.

Just now, Qiao Shinian and he were separated by a door, and the two sat back to back.

Mo Yang's clenched fist relaxed again.

"Tomorrow, you will know what to do." Mu Qingchen's voice was very light, like a gust of wind, and if you didn't listen carefully, you would miss it.

Mo Yang clenched his fist again, saying, "I know, and they all know too."

Mu Qingchen nodded and stood up dejectedly.

It's not that he didn't see him, but at this moment he looked as haggard and terrifying as a mountain elf, and he himself felt upset when he saw him.

He had lost his former radiance, and was as thin as an old man who had been bedridden for a long time, with deep eye sockets and a dead silence in his eyes, like an animal that had been dead on the roadside for a long time, without any life in it.

He wanted to see her one last time. Out of selfish motives, he didn't want her to see him like this in the end. He wanted him to remain beautiful in her memory forever.

This is the last time we meet, it doesn’t matter if we don’t see each other.

If you don't give her a little hope, she won't have any expectations, and when there are no more expectations, she will let it go.

"Mo Yang, I want to drink some wine and eat the minced meat porridge there." Mu Qingchen returned to the house and said with a smile.

Mo Yang nodded: "Your Majesty, please wait, I will buy it for you right away."

When Mo Yang walked out of the yard, he reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The wind and snow came in the blink of an eye. Mu Qingchen looked at the candlelight in front of him, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, just like when he first met Qiao Shichong.

All the past events came to my mind, and those warm scenes when I was with her gradually became clearer.

He seemed to be back in Prince Xian's Mansion. Qiao Shinian held the photos and excitedly told him about her era and her life.

In the warm sunshine of spring, he looked forward to his future with her. All the sufferings in the past seemed to be blocked out by her, and he was breathing greedily in her protective circle like a drowning man breathing in the air.

On the way back, Qiao Shinian's car was stopped by someone.

"Princess Xian, what can I do for you?" Qiao Shinian got off the carriage and looked at Mu Qinglan.

Mu Qinglan no longer had her former arrogance. She looked haggard but still maintained the airs of a princess.

"I thought the prince loved you so much, but he still didn't want to see you, right?" Mu Qinglan said.

"Did you come out in the snow just to say these useless words to me?"

Mu Qinglan waved his hand, and several guards stepped forward.

"I want to invite you to come back to my house with me. I have invited you many times before, but you didn't come. I can only use such a rude method to invite you."

"If you have anything to say, just say it here on the street." Qiao Shinian's already suppressed mood became irritable after seeing Mu Qinglan.

She was thinking, if she killed Mu Qinglan in the street and then returned to Wen Jiu after she disappeared from the jail, it would cause an uproar.

"Princess, I'm leaving soon. If you have anything to say, just say it quickly. Otherwise, when we meet again, everything you say will be meaningless to me." Qiao Shinian stared at Mu Qinglan.

Mu Qinglan couldn't hold it in any longer. She slapped Qiao Shinian on the face and shouted angrily, "How dare you, you lowly person, speak to me like that!"

Qiao Shinian covered her burning cheeks and said nothing, just staring at Mu Qinglan: "Princess, if there is nothing else, then I will take my leave first. If you force me to take me away, I will not resist. But tomorrow someone will sue you for abusing lynching, wouldn't that ruin your reputation?

After all, a concubine who had been guarding the Xianwang Mansion in vain finally went crazy and became a resentful woman. How many noble families in the capital would laugh at her?"

"Qiao Shinian, don't be so complacent. Wait for the Imperial Concubine to summon you tomorrow! I don't believe you can still hide."

"If you can find me tomorrow, I lose." Qiao Shi laughed, and there was a bit more resentment in his eyes when he looked at Mu Qinglan. "Your two families' insomnia healed too quickly. I should torture you for a few more days."

"You!" Mu Qinglan opened his eyes wide, his heart was in turmoil, and he even fainted for a moment.

Looking at the chaotic crowd, Qiao Shinian bowed and said, "If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."

It was snowing heavily and the sky was getting dark. Qiao Shinian took a last look at the city and felt resentful again because of Mu Qinglan's words.

Why could Mu Qingchen really stop asking about everything after saying that they were done with each other! Aren't lovers supposed to tolerate, understand, and rely on each other? ! Why did he really just abandon her!

No one answered her cries in her heart, only the snow that was falling faster and faster, as if it was eager to cover something, or as if it was preparing for a silent and grand funeral. Everything returned to white, a silent white.