Mistakes in the Best Date: Princess Qingcheng

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Ning Zichen sat quietly in the room, tightly holding the piece of jade brought by the imperial envoy, but his eyes were dull.Piaoluo stepped in, closed the door, came to him, knelt down and looked at him.

His eyes were very confused, as if he couldn't see who she was. The last time such eyes appeared was when the Queen Mother passed away ten years ago.

That time, as soon as they got the news of the queen mother's illness, they rushed back to the palace, and he never left even a single step, guarding the queen mother in his clothes, serving the decoction himself.

Even so, the Queen Mother's illness was getting worse day by day, and his whole body was getting more and more haggard day by day, until the Queen Mother died, he seemed to have lost his backbone, shutting himself in the room, with the same look in his eyes.

On the day of the Empress Dowager's burial, all the sadness in his heart broke out at once, and he tightly held the coffin to prevent people from carrying it into the mausoleum, but the emperor sent someone to pull it away.He was so sad that he fainted on the ground. After waking up, he hugged her and cried, crying all the time.

Looking at him with that expression at this moment, Piao Luo couldn't help feeling distressed and sad, and reached out to caress his face: "Zichen..."

He seemed to have just realized her existence, his eyes were locked on her face, but without focus, and he murmured: "How...how could it be so sudden..."

Piaoluo stood up, leaned his head against her arms, and gently stroked him just as he comforted herself before.

He leaned against her thin body silently and closed his eyes.

Piao Luo felt a chill from the corner of his eyes, through the layers of clothes, to his heart.

In the evening, Xi Ting rowed to the shore, and on the way back home, she went to the little house she had known since she was a child.Unexpectedly, he saw Ning Zichen sitting alone by the river, holding a jug of wine in his hand.

Xi Ting hesitated for a moment, then walked over: "Mr. Ning."

He has been staring at the gurgling river in a daze, and after a while he raised his head to look at her, through a hazy circle of light, he struggled to recognize who she was: "Ting'er."

In the dim light of the evening, she could vaguely see that his eye sockets were red, as if her heart had been hit hard by something, she said carefully: "Mr. Ning, are you sad?"

He looked at the river again, and the sparkling surface of the river also imprinted a cool water on his face.

She sat down beside him and looked at the water: "Actually, when my parents died together, I was very sad. I know that I will never see my parents again, but Mrs. Ning To me, death may not be a big deal to those who left, and it may even be a kind of luck, but people who are alive often only notice their own sadness, while ignoring the feelings of those who left... ...I didn't know what it meant at the time, and I don't know what it means now, but I think, since Madam Ning said it, it must make sense. I don't know if she told you, but I want to tell you..."

Ning Zichen remained silent, raised his head and took a sip of his wine.

She hadn't said anything like that to him.On peaceful days, she wouldn't say it, because she didn't want to bring up the sad things in her heart that had been dusty for a long time; on such sad days, she wouldn't say it, because she was afraid that he would be even more sad.

She knew him as he knew her.She will give him enough space, just like at this moment, he knows that she is in a hurry in the room, but she will not disturb him.

"This is the fourth time my dearest person has left me..." After taking a sip of his wine, he suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "The first one was my father when I was 15 years old; the second one was my father. My daughter, when I was 25 years old; the third, my mother, when I was 30 years old; this, my most respected brother, when I was 40 years old..."

She tilted her head to look at him, and the wine slowly slipped from the corner of his mouth: "They are all like this, leaving me one by one..."

"But at least you still have Mrs. Ning." She said suddenly, "You and Mrs. Ning are so affectionate, you won't be alone...you're not like me..."

Ning Zichen paused, then turned his head to look at her suddenly, recalling the dusty past: "Did you know? Your eyes are very similar to my daughter's, so clear and bright... If she still In this world, she is the same age as you. In this world, the person I am most ashamed of is her. I have always wanted to teach her to read, teach her to write and play the piano...but I never had the chance..."

Xi Ting was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood something: "That's why you keep teaching me, you treat me as your daughter?"

Ning Zichen stopped talking, raised his head to drink, a tear inadvertently rolled down the corner of his eye.

Xi Ting suddenly took out her own silk, reached out to his face, and carefully wiped away the inconspicuous tear stain for him.

His body froze suddenly, and a thought flashed through his mind, but perhaps because he was too sad, he couldn't grasp it at all, and just let it pass by.

After a long time, he sent Xi Ting to leave: "It's getting late, you should go back."

Xi Ting sat next to him with her knees hugged, feeling a little cold, turned to look at his calm face, finally nodded, got up and left.

The night was getting deeper, and he was sitting by the river, blowing the cool wind, and suddenly felt that there was an extra robe on his shoulders.Piao Luo stood behind him and said softly: "It's cold at night, don't sit here for a long time, you have to leave early tomorrow."

He made no reply.

Piao Luo stood quietly for a while, did not speak again, turned around and was about to go back to the house.The moment she was about to turn around, he suddenly stretched out his hand: "Luo'er."

Piaoluo held his hand.His hands were always warm and dry, but today, they were cold without any heat.She sat down beside him and put his hand in hers. Her hand was too small to cover his hand completely, but she still tried her best to give him some warmth.

He quietly watched her busy for a long time, finally felt a little feeling in his cold fingers, stretched out his hand to embrace her in his arms, and hugged her tightly: "Luo'er, I only have you and Xuan'er left."

She didn't answer, but she couldn't help but her eyes were red.

Zichen, do you know that when you left everything behind and came to this land with me, you have surpassed everything, you are my everything.You are my life.

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