Mistakes in the Best Date: Princess Qingcheng

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Ning Zichen opened his eyes. Qin Miaomiao had already got up and was sitting in front of the dressing table putting on makeup. When he saw him wake up, he smiled at him in the mirror: "The lord is awake? I will serve the lord to change clothes." He stood up, took the court clothes from the hanger, and changed for Ning Zichen.

In fact, Ning Zichen hadn't slept all night at all, and he still didn't feel sleepy at this time, but he lazily opened his arms and let her put the clothes on him.

Seeing Qin Miaomiao lowering his eyelids and tying buttons carefully, suddenly the image of falling from the same angle flashed in his mind, and it was the same. He lowered his head, lowered his eyelids, and carefully fastened every button for him. .It's just that her long eyelashes flutter slightly, so beautiful...

Ning Zichen felt a sudden pain in his heart. When he came back to his senses, the scene he saw in that room flashed again in his mind. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his body suddenly swayed, almost falling to the ground!

Qin Miaomiao was terrified, and hurriedly supported him: "What's the matter, my lord?"

Ning Zichen managed to stand still, his pale face indicated the great pain in his heart.He shook his head, pushed her away, and stumbled out.

Qin Miaomiao looked at his back as he walked out, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I said, you will come back."

Winter has entered, and the weather has entered December, the coldest month of the year.

Piao Luo draped a white fox fur cloak and sat by the stove, still unable to resist the bone-chilling chill.

It has been three months, and Qingqian Garden is still so deserted.The baby in the womb was almost eight months old, but Piao Luo still looked thin and thin. Fortunately, the imperial doctor came several times and said that the fetus was healthy, and the Queen Mother also sent people to visit many times.It's just that the child's father, in the past three months, has not shown up once, nor has he said a word.

He tried his best to avoid her as if she were a scourge; and she, after two failed attempts to explain, finally lost heart too.

For the sake of the child in her womb, Piao Luo didn't want to be sad and didn't want to think too much, but the book in her hand was half-turned, and she couldn't read it anymore, so she simply threw it aside and put her hand on top of the stove.

I still remember that in the winter of the previous year, she was sitting like this in Piaoxue Garden. When Hanyan came in, she gently shook her hand, feeling distressed and strange: "Why are you sitting by the stove, your hands are still cold?" Like this?"

The familiar warmth and words of concern are still vaguely left, but the warm person at that time has become so indifferent and alienated from him now.

Is there really nothing left?All kinds of warmth and happiness that were once close at hand are gone in an instant?

She was distracted, the painting fan opened the curtain and walked in, said with a smile: "It's snowing outside, it's falling heavily."

Piao Luo got up and walked to the window, and opened it to see, it really was a world covered in silver.Suddenly there was a vague fragrance lingering in the nose, and said faintly: "Those plum blossoms in the corner of the wall should have bloomed, right?"

"It's very good, do you want your servant to pick some for the princess?"

Piao Luo shook his head lightly: "Let it bloom and fade naturally, who wouldn't want to decide their own destiny?" Turning his eyes, he suddenly saw the flute hanging on the wall, and took it down, Put it to your mouth and play it slowly.

"Beside the broken bridge outside the post, there is no one left alone. It is already dusk to worry about alone, and it is more windy and rainy.

No intention to struggle for spring, Ren Qunfang is jealous.Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same. "

It turns out that this poem describes such a feeling, and now Piao Luo finally understands it.

The helplessness in despair turned out to be so desolate and lonely.

The fluttering sound of the flute gradually reached the ears of Ning Zichen who was standing by the Lushui Lake.

He looked in the direction of Qingqian Garden hesitantly, knowing that he couldn't see anything, but he still couldn't look back.

It's been three months, and I haven't seen her for three months.Is she okay?Is the baby in the womb okay?Did she get her wish and live the peaceful life she wanted, or did she occasionally think about herself, a poor and ridiculous idiot?Or, from the beginning to the end, she only thought about her fourth brother?

Thinking of this, Ning Zichen's gentle eyes turned into ice in an instant, even colder than this icy world.

Suddenly there was something more on his body, and he looked down, but it was a cloak.Turning around in a daze, Qin Miaomiao's soft smiling face appeared in front of her eyes: "My lord, it's snowing like this, let's go back to the house, what if it's freezing?"

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