Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

Maybe dreams are never as perfect as imagined, and she no longer knows what happiness is.Standing in the same place in a daze, the heart has despaired over and over again, and I have to admit that I have been abandoned.

As proud as she was, when she finally made up her mind to entrust herself to someone, she didn't expect that it would be nothing in the end.

It turns out that everything is just a spectacle, broken and broken; everything is just a play on the spot, cheated and cheated...

Her reputation has been ruined, besides this still clean body, she wants to ask, what else does she have?

The several other singers in the room who were envious of the good fortune she had just cultivated, at this time, all kinds of eyes gathered together, some felt sorry for her, some were secretly proud of her, and what's more, they were so blatant Despised her until the last bit of her self-esteem was blown away, she smiled bitterly, whatever...

Two days later, the air suddenly warmed up again, accompanied by gusts of breeze, accompanied by frightening roars, the gloomy sky that had been suppressed for a long time was finally completely released, ushering in the rare heavy snow this winter.

It is no exaggeration to say that the sky is full of goose feathers. Such a large snow scene has been seen once in decades in Jingzi.

Besides, two days ago, Zhuge Yi not only angered Nan Puyue back, but also unintentionally hurt Zuo Lingxiu.

On that night, the extreme-minded Zuo Lingxiu insisted on giving herself to someone she didn't love by virtue of the depression and despair in her heart. Besides, the person she committed herself to was already over forty years old, and she usually pretended to be a snake... , always with a dignified appearance, this person is none other than Xiao Liao.

Although Xiao Liao is not a lustful person, since someone offered to send it to his door, how can he refuse it?What's more, facing such a young and beautiful woman, how could he not covet her?In fact, he was qualified to taste it as early as when he settled down for her. He was originally his, but it was because she called him foster father that he put aside his thoughts and used them for the time being, and now he got what he wanted. It's just a little late.

There is no temptation, no persecution, and the sad thing for Zuo Lingxiu is that everything is voluntary by her, even she took the initiative to seduce.

How long does it take to spoil a person?In fact, there is no specific answer, but once you fall, you will completely lose yourself.

Perhaps, her life is destined to be sad, but compared with her sorrow at this time, Nan Puyue at this time is not much better.

That day when Zhuge Yi threatened to go to the sea of ​​love with Zuo Lingxiu, he was not only angry but not in pain, but so what if he was in pain?Do you want him to openly question him in front of so many people?Then let others see the joke, anyway, not because of him, but also because of her... Well, he is not so stupid as a prince to make such a laughing stock. First of all, his arrogant personality does not allow it. Secondly, he can't afford to lose the imperial prestige of Nanpu Kingdom.

Today, one wave is not calm, another wave is rising, on this day of heavy snow, the servants coming and going in and out of the Yixin Garden of Ling'an Prince's Mansion are very busy. Pour water, some take charcoal to add fire, some claim to report to the prince...

Everyone is in a hurry, as if there is any delay or mistake, the master will punish them.

Walking into the house, you can see pink gauze tents, white velvet blankets, pearls and jades, and glazed agates are dazzling... The decorations are luxurious and beautifully arranged. At first glance, it looks like the boudoir of a noble lady.However, looking at the good mahogany dressing table, it is not rouge gouache at the moment, but a traditional Chinese medicine that is so bitter that it can't be bitter. You don't need to think about it, this is Nan Pujin's illness, and as it is now Judging from his nervous state, I'm afraid he is still seriously ill.

At this time, the smell of medicine was strong, and the maidservants who were waiting on the side were busy with their own affairs, and obviously did not feel uncomfortable about it, it seemed that they had already formed a habit.

Finally, I came closer to take a look. On the soft couch of light pink silk, a sickly beautiful woman was lying on it covered with a thick brocade quilt. Her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows were tightly knit together, her lips were pale, It is difficult to find that her breathing is very weak.

Year after year, the serious illness seemed to have made an appointment with her, and it appeared when it snowed.

After Nan Puyue heard the news from the servants who came to report in a hurry, she rushed over in the snow immediately, so impatient that she didn't even bother to put on a fur when she went out.

When they heard the news and arrived, several maidservants in the room were anxiously bowing their heads and kneeling on the ground holding basins, while Nan Pujin, who was lying on the couch, gushed up with a mouthful of blood, got up weakly and leaned over with a pale complexion. She vomited out, and the maid next to her was so frightened that she quickly rubbed her back...

At this time, that haggard face and the glaring blood were forcibly reflected in Nan Puyue's heart, pulling his heart.

He felt that he had never been so tense like this for a moment, that kind of tension, as if the person in front of him would die in the next moment.

It's like a handful of sand, no matter how much you grab it, it will always flow from your fingers, no matter how full you grab it, as long as you let go of your hand a little, it will disappear when a gust of wind blows.

After just a few seconds of dull pain, he stepped forward quickly with a little weak footsteps.

After tremblingly taking it from the handmaid, he carefully leaned her into his arms, then stroked her pale face, and let out a "Jin'er~" from his throat, which contained so much heartache and sadness.

"Is there any discomfort? Tell brother."

Lifting her tired and heavy eyelids, Nan Pujin gently opened her chapped lips and said slowly, "Brother." As she spoke, she slowly raised a hand to cover her heart, her eyes were mournful, and her tone was full of sadness and joy. Disappointed, he continued, "I'm in so much pain here, it's so painful that I'm about to suffocate."

The pain was clearly in her body, but she was still thinking about that person at this moment. Nan Puyue hugged her from behind sadly. She really didn't know whether to say she was stupid with a wry smile, or to admit silently that she was better than herself. infatuation.

Whether it's stupid or infatuated, why doesn't he know her pain, her concern for that person, her longing for that person, her infatuation for that person... But, things backfired, he knew that that person didn't love her, except Cover up, what can he do?With such obsession, what should I do with her?

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Move your eyes and look out of the window. Through the thin white window paper, you can vaguely see snow floating outside the house, and the sky is full of snowflakes, like living objects, sometimes hovering and dancing in the bleak sky, sometimes floating melodiously, sister Said: Seeing them is always so beautiful that people can't help reaching out to touch them.

It's a pity that the beauty is fleeting, and every snowflake drifts to a paradise at will, which is also the final destination of its life...

And Nan Pujin's body is like this fragile and short-lived snowflake, if you don't pay attention, it will disappear in an instant...