I am cultivating myself in the palace

On the long street, cars and horses are constantly flowing, but here in Qingyan, it seems that time has stopped and everything is silent.

--Feng Yi, you're back.The Major General of the Black Banner Army who gave her plum blossoms is now stopping in front of her sedan chair, calling her softly through the sedan chair curtain.

Ayan??Ayan??

It seemed that there was another ten-mile long pavilion in front of her, sending you off to battle.

The wind was so strong that day, under the banner of the hunting army, she heard the young general with the silver spear and black armor promise to her that in this life and this life, she will not marry anyone who is not a prince.

The oath was still ringing in her ears, but in the blink of an eye, she was dead, and he married a new man!

Ah!Qing Yan stared at the car curtain.For a moment, she almost lifted the curtain and rushed out!

She wanted to ask Feng Yi face to face, why she died only seven days after she agreed that she would not marry Fei Qing in this life.He just beat the gongs and drums and married the newcomer?

She wanted to ask him, was the affection in those seven years all due to her wishful thinking?

Is the so-called oath so ridiculous? !

But she couldn't ask, her eyes fell on the curtain, where the five-clawed dragon was embroidered in the style of a prince.Majestic and oppressive, it silently reminded her of the reality at this moment - this was seven years ago, nothing happened, Feng Yi in front of him knew nothing, and was even extraordinarily innocent!

As a result, those doubts and anger could not be vented, and countless grievances and sadness came to my heart.She knew that she shouldn't blame Feng Yi, so what if Nuo came first?Is it really necessary for Feng Yi not to marry and cut off his children and grandchildren for her life?She never had such extravagant hopes, but she just couldn't get over that hurdle. This man kept saying that he loved her, but he married his wife in such a short period of seven days after her death!How could he do this!

Qingyan clenched her bare hands tightly in her sleeves suddenly, and there was a sharp pain in her palms. She gritted her teeth and took a deep breath——

"Major General, stay safe."

Outside the car, there was silence.After a long time, she heard the man's answer: "Ayan, you are blaming me."

"Ridiculous." Qing Yan suppressed her resentment: "Why does my concubine blame the general?"

The man's voice paused, and he said slowly: "When you are particularly angry, you like to suppress your voice, I can tell."

Qingyan's heart was seized in an instant - she had hidden it very well by asking herself, but with just one sentence, he could hear that there was resentment in her heart.Ever since she was a child, no thought of her could escape him.But now, this tacit understanding made her feel unbearably painful.

She clenched her fists tightly, her voice trembling: "That's it, it has nothing to do with the Major General?"

"How can it be irrelevant!" The man said anxiously: "Ayan, you know my intentions!"

What do you mean?Is that the lie that lied to me for seven years!

It's okay if the man doesn't mention it, but when he mentions Qingyan, he gets angry: "Qingyan doesn't dare to accept the major general's wishes, so let's keep it with some other girl! Why are you blocking my sedan chair if you don't kill the enemy in southern Xinjiang! "That's right, she suddenly realized something was wrong - Feng Yi shouldn't be here at this time.

In the previous life, Feng Yi returned to Beijing after the Southern Border War was completely over.At that time, she had been married into the palace for more than half a year.Why does this person appear here now? Could it be that he came back from his previous life?She didn't want to zoom out in her heart, she didn't want to understand it yet, the answer had come--

"When I received your letter, I rushed back without stopping..." The man's voice was eager and sincere: "Ayan, I'm here to pick you up."

However, Qingyan felt like falling into an ice cave--Xin?he said.Is that the letter? !

Of course there was only that one, the letter that changed her life.Right after the marriage was bestowed by the imperial decree, she refused to marry, so she wrote to Feng Yi to ask him to take her away.

But the letter fell into the sea, she always thought it was God's will that it failed to reach Feng Yi!Let them have nothing to do with each other.So in the next seven years, whenever she was in pain, she would think, if Feng Yi had read that letter back then.With the affection he treats himself, he will definitely come and take her away, and she will not be what she is today.That fantasy supported her and walked through the tormented nights in the palace one after another.

But it turned out that Feng Yi had seen the letter from the very beginning, but he didn't come to pick her up. He just watched her fall into that treacherous abyss until it was beyond redemption!This sudden fact was even more terrifying than hearing him marrying a wife in the previous life, it represented everything she had imagined.It's all false.

Qingyan's heart suddenly clenched into a ball, and the scabbed wounds burst open, bleeding for a moment—if Mu Zheng's ruthlessness was the sword that stabbed her, then in the previous life.Feng Yi's oath of tenderness was like an invisible but highly poisonous dagger, which pierced directly into her heart.

"why??"

Trembling, she stretched out her hand to lift the curtain. She wanted to look at the man's face and ask him why he didn't come to pick her up!But before the hand touched the curtain, it fell in vain -- useless? Feng Yi in this life knew nothing.She even came to pick her up as she wished, but she also knew the hurtful truth of her previous life, and a grudge arose in her heart. Seeing all kinds of infatuation of men, it became salt on the wound, making her tremble with pain , The chill spread from the bones!

In the sedan chair, Qingyan curled up into a ball, as if her throat was restrained by an invisible big hand, and she couldn't even breathe.Yu'er noticed her abnormality from outside the window, and exclaimed worriedly: "Miss! Miss!?" Then, she heard Feng Yi's concerned voice in front of the sedan chair: "Ayan?" and the approaching sound of horseshoes.

"Don't come over here!" Qingyan yelled sharply, the sound was tearing bloody, like a cry of grief - she didn't want to see Feng Yi, she no longer knew how to face him.The sound of horseshoes outside suddenly paused, as if hesitating, but did not move again: "Ayan, what's wrong with you?"

Qingyan closed her eyes, suppressing the anger and sadness in her heart: "My concubine is very good. Don't worry about the young general."

The voice was so indifferent that the man panicked instantly: "Ayan, do you blame me for being late? Don't worry, I will take you away no matter what!"

"Major General, please respect yourself." Qing Yan quickly interrupted him: "I am the wife of King Yan!"

Feng Yi was suffocated and was about to speak, but more and more people were watching around him.Qingyan's stern voice just now has already attracted passers-by to watch, wondering what happened to the sedan chair parked in the middle of the street, whispering faintly.

Someone said, isn't the one on the horse the Major General of the Black Banner Army?Southern Xinjiang is still fighting, why did he come back?

Someone said, the sedan chair that stopped.It seems to belong to Prince Yan's mansion. I heard that the newly married concubine of King Yan is on it. Are these two people??

There were more and more people watching the excitement, and the bearers felt pressured: "Princess, let's go quickly, the street is not very good."

Gossip hurts people the most, how could Qingyan not know, but there are some things she has to do today, enduring the pain, she took out the box from the roof of the hut in Yuefu, which was originally her most important thing She kept it until her death in the previous life, and it was the support that supported her through the treacherous abyss of the palace, but now... it has become a joke...

"Yu'er, give this to the major general." She handed the box out, her voice hoarse but determined--

"Let's just say, General Yue Qingyan Xie loves you, you have already lost in this life, and it has nothing to do with you!"

As soon as the voice came out, the man fell into an abyss, he stared at the sedan chair in disbelief, and the war horse neighed uncomfortably.

Yu'er hesitated for a moment: "Miss?"

"Go!" Qingyan shouted angrily, Yu'er gritted her teeth, took the box and ran like Feng Yi.

Qingyan was disturbed, unwilling to continue entanglement, and ordered the sedan chair to be picked up.

When the sedan chair walked past Feng Yi's war horse, the man was opening the box, and the moment he brushed against him, the sedan chair created a whirlwind, and it seemed as if countless snowflakes flew out of the box, causing exclamations from the pedestrians around : "What is this? Is it snowing?"

"No?? It's a flower, is it a dried petal?"

Qingyan heard the sound outside, and tears gradually overflowed her eyes——In the spring of Jiji, Feng Yi gave her a plum blossom, which she carefully hid in a box.Then he went off to fight, and during the countless days and nights waiting for his return, she picked off the plum blossoms in the yard one by one and carefully preserved them, together with the most crystal clear, pure and beautiful girl's heart. Hide in this box.

Then at this moment, it dispersed with the wind, and it was smashed into mustard powder in a blink of an eye.

Break someone's exquisite heart, fly like dust and disperse like smoke.