The villain: the memory is exposed, making the empress cry for forgiveness

Lin Yuan walked slowly to Feng Qingyang's side, and looked down at the cliff.

At this moment, Qingmen is covered with snow all over the mountains and plains.

"Why, Xiaoyou Lin can come here, but I can't?"

Feng Qingyang moved his body comfortably, shaking off the snow on his shoulders, and raised his head to glance at Lin Yuan.

"It's just that I come here to see the scenery and relax, but Lin Xiaoyou looks like he has something on his mind."

"Hehe..." Lin Yuan smiled bitterly, and also sat down: "I can't escape Feng Lao's eyes."

"What's the matter? Although I can't teach you anything in practice."

Feng Qingyang took a sip of the wine.

"But to help clear up the depression in my heart, I can still give advice."

"is it?"

Lin Yuan took the wine gourd from Feng Qingyang's hand without hesitation, raised his head and took a sip.

"Then I want to ask Old Feng."

He wiped the alcohol from the corner of his mouth.

"What kind of emotion do you think love is?"

Being asked this question suddenly, Feng Qingyang's face froze.

After a while, he came back to his senses, and said with a relieved expression: "It seems that it has something to do with the princess, right?"

Lin Yuan didn't answer, but nodded.

During the time they spent together, neither too long nor too short, the two of them are now close friends.

He didn't intend to hide from Feng Qingyang, nor was he afraid that he would know something.

"Actually, I found out a long time ago. During these days, I went to look for you several times, but I found that you were not in the cave."

Feng Qingyang recalled.

"So I watched for several nights in a row, only to find that they were all the same. Only then did I know that you would go to the palace every night."

"Lin Xiaoyou," Feng Qingyang shook his head: "It seems that you still don't take my words to heart."

"No, it's not what Feng Lao you imagined. If you tell me, you may not believe it."

Lin Yuan confided his heart to Feng Qingyang.

"Actually, the princess didn't want to fulfill the engagement, and even wanted me to take her away from Qin Dynasty, but I refused."

Lin Yuan turned his head to the sky and said slowly.

"I'm very tangled and don't know how to face her again."

Feng Qingyang took back the jug from Lin Yuan's hand, his expression didn't change much.

"Believe it or not, I've seen it from the very beginning."

he continued.

"But no matter how much Her Royal Highness is interested in you, you still have to stand firm."

"Of course I know this," Lin Yuan let out a long breath, "but it's inevitable that I will feel a little dull and depressed in my heart."

"I am also a person who will die alone all my life. If you ask me this kind of question, then you are asking the wrong person."

Feng Qingyang took a sip of wine.

"However, I can tell you a story."

"Story?" Lin Yuan looked at Feng Qingyang curiously: "What story?"

"A story of a boy and a girl."

Feng Qingyang's words suddenly became extremely long.

"I would like to hear the details." Lin Yuan sat upright.

"That was many years ago, in a border town in the Qin Dynasty, there lived two children, a boy and a girl."

Feng Qingyang's face was full of nostalgia.

"They were childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, and they had a mutual affection for each other. They also made an agreement that they must always be together in this life."

"But the truth is always unsatisfactory."

Feng Qingyang's turning point made Lin Yuan feel slightly nervous.

"Because that girl was very good-looking. When I was out one day, the son of the landlord and gentry in the town fell in love with me and wanted to take her as my concubine."

There were some waves in Lin Yuan's eyes as calm as water.

"In the past, marriage was ordered by parents. According to the matchmaker's words, as long as the parents agree, the marriage is settled, and you can't choose it yourself."

Feng Qingyang spoke slowly.

"Soon a matchmaker came to the door with a gift and told the girl's parents that as long as she agreed to let the girl marry, she could get more benefits."

"Then, did the girl's parents agree?" Lin Yuan couldn't help asking.

"The girl's family is very poor, and there are several young brothers. They can't get rid of the troubles in life. In order to raise them up, the girl's parents often have a meal."

Feng Qingyang shook his head and continued.

"The landlord's family is already rich and powerful, allowing their daughter to marry into a wealthy family, plus there are many advantages of dowry, the girl's parents quickly agreed."

"Then, that girl..." Lin Yuan wanted to ask Feng Qingyang what that girl thought.

"She definitely doesn't want to. She already likes that boy, not to mention that she also knows that the landlord's son is very romantic and has abandoned many women."

Feng Qingyang turned his head and looked at the silver-covered mountains under the cliff.

"But the situation does not allow it. She is a pure and kind girl who is considerate of her parents."

"I know that it's not easy for her parents to raise her. With the bride price, the family conditions can be improved a lot, so even if she doesn't want to in her heart, she still wants to marry."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan couldn't help breathing quickly.

"But the night before the wedding, the girl couldn't help but find the boy and begged him to take her away."

Feng Qingyang's tone became trembling.

"She wants the boy to take her out of this town, as far away as possible."

"She said that the two of them should find a place to live well, get married and have children, and live a lifetime."

"That boy..."

Lin Yuan also asked with a trembling voice.

"He promised, didn't he?"

"not at all……"

Feng Qingyang smiled sadly, as if mocking the boy's cowardice.

"He is afraid of being known by the landlord's family, afraid that his parents will be implicated, and he is even more afraid that he will not be able to give the girl happiness."

"Anyway, he was afraid of this and that, and had too many worries. In the end, he rejected the girl and ran away in a hurry, leaving the girl alone."

"The girl just got married like this." Lin Yuan's face looked a bit painful: "Is that right?"

"En." Feng Qingyang nodded without saying anything.

"What happened later? Is there no later?" Lin Yuan asked.

"Later?" Feng Qingyang turned his head back and looked at Lin Yuan.

On both sides of his cheeks, two lines of clear tears flowed down.

"Later... the next day, the boy received the news of the girl's death..."

"She hanged herself."

Lin Yuan's eyes widened instantly, and his body trembled.

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Chapter 87 Let's go

Heavy snow fell and scattered on Lin Yuan's body.

"At the funeral, the boy saw her body..."

Feng Qingyang closed his eyes and waited for a while before continuing.

"But it doesn't look like he hanged himself, it's completely abused, with injuries all over his body."

A sentence became a little unclear in the weeping sound.

"As long as you can see it, it's all blue and purple. I don't know what happened before I died."

Feng Qingyang's words came to an abrupt end.

After a long time, Lin Yuan continued to ask.

"Where's the boy?"

He swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple twitched, and asked with difficulty: "What did he do then?"

"Him? What else to do but useless guilt."

Feng Qingyang asked and answered himself.

"Later, he was destined to join the Immortal Sect, practiced continuously, and became stronger step by step."

Feng Qingyang looked up at the sky and smiled desolately.

"Finally came to this Qingmen, in a lifetime of guilt, alone forever..."

Lin Yuan looked at Feng Qingyang, with countless emotions in his eyes violently turbulent.

"He has become stronger, and the entire Qin Dynasty can't find a few people who can beat him."

"But the girl who once appeared in his life, the girl who left a strong memory in his memory, never came back again."

Amid Feng Qingyang's mournful voice, Lin Yuan stood up a little bit.

"Where are you going?" Feng Qingyang asked.

"Go find the girl."

Lin Yuan turned around and walked in the direction he came from without looking back.

"Aren't you coming back?" Feng Qingyang asked.

"Of course I'll be back." Lin Yuan raised his head and gazed at the palace.

The fluttering snow covered Feng Qingyang's sight, making him unable to see the expression on the young man's face clearly.

"I will come back, come back to face the difficulties."

Lin Yuan called out the flying sword in the open space, his gaze became more determined.

"The other party is a landlord, powerful and powerful, how do you face it?"

Seeing Lin Yuan make a choice, Feng Qingyang first smiled in relief, but still wanted to dissuade him.

"Little friend Lin, it's not as easy as you say!"

"I never thought the road ahead was easy."

Lin Yuan stood on Feijian.

"But even if I die, I don't want to spend the rest of my life in regret."

"But you choose this way," Feng Qingyang shook his head, and drank the gourd wine in one gulp: "It is very likely that you will never return?"

"She can be so brave, why should I spare my life, if she really never comes back..."

The flying sword turned into a stream of light, leaving behind a short lingering sound.

"Then go and never come back!"

"Hahahaha, it's such a good one to never come back, Lin Xiaoyou!"