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

Feng Qingyang stood up suddenly, and shouted loudly in the direction of the flying sword.

"If there is such a day, remember to bring this old bone of mine!"

The high-pitched Cang's voice echoed endlessly in the mountains.

"Let me follow you and be brave once..."

On the flying sword.

Lin Yuan took out the sound transmission jade, his eyes were full of tenderness.

"Zhimu, back mountain flower sea, I'll wait for you there."

He injected spiritual power into the sound transmission jade, slowly but forcefully.

"Let's go."

……

On the top of the imperial city, it was snowing heavily.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in the field of vision, and it was impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth.

Lin Yuan stood on the flower sea snowfield, holding the sound transmission jade tightly, waiting for Qin Zhimu.

But when the sky was dark and the ground was dark, the snow covered three feet, and his whole body was covered with white snow, he didn't even wait for Qin Zhimu.

The sound transmission jade in his hand did not change in any way.

Outside the copper coffin, everyone watched the young Qing Emperor standing in the snow for a day and a night, with silent expressions.

From these scenes that passed one after another, they could see that the young Emperor Qing had a deep affection for Qin Zhimu.

Because he was worried about Qin Zhimu's safety, he kept vigil in the palace every day, rain or shine, until dawn.

Qin Zhimu didn't know about these things, and Feng Qingyang didn't know about them.

If it weren't for the memory being exposed, no one would know that the young Emperor Qing had silently paid so much for Qin Zhimu.

His feelings are unknown and unrevealed.

Regarding love, although he is not good at words, it will become deeper and deeper in the subtle influence day after day.

But Qin Zhimu probably won't come again.

The relationship between the two has been severed since the night of Shangyuan.

On the spirit boat, Empress Zhimu held on to the mast rail and looked at the picture quietly.

She didn't know anything about what Lin Yuan had done for her.

But don't know why.

Every time, when the images of the night watch in the palace flashed by, she felt a little bit gradually touched by him, slowly melted by him.

Qin Zhimu's eyes flickered.

When did this feeling start?

Maybe it was when Lin Yuan was clinging to the palace wall when the night rain was pouring down, but he was still drenched completely by the torrential rain.

Or maybe it was when Lin Yuan huddled his body into a ball when the cold wind was blowing, but he was still shivering from the cold, and was dizzy again and again when he was blown by the night wind.

Or maybe it was when she saw the white autumn frost falling on Lin Yuan's head overnight, and the tiny icicles forming on the tip of his eyebrows.

Or maybe it was now, when she saw Lin Yuan who had stood there for a day and a night in the heavy snow and turned into a snowman.

At this moment, Qin Zhimu had many unanswerable doubts in his heart.

The person she loves deeply in this life should be the Crown Prince of Yan.

The person she will forever hate should be Qing Emperor Lin Yuan.

But why now, after seeing what Emperor Qing did to her, all these emotions seem to be reversed.

In the soul, there was another burst of pain like a thousand needles, making Qin Zhimu's eyes closed, her eyebrows raised, her silver teeth clenched, and her forehead stroked with her hand.

After the dizziness like dizziness passed, she opened her eyes again and looked at the copper coffin.

In the snow-white world filled with mountains and plains, Lin Yuan was still standing there blankly.

The whole person seemed to have cut off all vitality, motionless, waiting for her arrival.

did she go?

Qin Zhimu asked himself in his heart.

She can't remember.

But deep in her mind, she seemed to have some vague memories of the vast snow scene in the picture in front of her at this moment.

Because of this situation, it was the first time she had seen the snow scene of the imperial city since she was born.

It's like when I witnessed my first murder and confession for the first time in the screen.

The only and the first in life, those familiar pictures that are precious in memory.

Even if it is deeply buried and tampered with, as long as you witness it again, you will remember it.

Yes.

Although Qin Zhimu doesn't remember much, she can be sure.

She had said some heart-wrenching words and done some unforgettable things with a vague figure here.

These are the first times that appeared one after another in Qingdi's memory, which constantly stimulated Qin Zhimu's spirit.

Let her pick up those memories that have been tampered with and buried deeply, bit by bit.

……

It has been snowing heavily all night, and the sky will clear after the first snow passes.

With the warm sun breaking through the clouds and mist, the biting cold wind blows towards the face.

Lin Yuan moved his stiff neck slightly.

The snow that covered his shoulders was shaken off into his robe, and melted into icy snow on his chest.

His blood was still hot, but his heart was cold.

Lin Yuan exhaled hot mist, looked up at the warm sun melting snow in winter, and smiled bitterly.

He used to be the one who rejected Qin Zhimu forcefully, but now he wants to win her back so easily.

In this world, there is nothing so simple.

No matter what the reason was, he knew that Qin Zhimu would never come again.

But when Lin Yuan lowered his head and looked away, he found a beautiful figure in a bright red cloak appeared at the foot of the mountain.

That beautiful figure is like a little red plum in the snow, coming all the way through the snow.

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Chapter 88

Qin Zhimu walked slowly, stopping every now and then, and gradually walked to the sad place of the past.

She was uneasy, afraid that Lin Yuan was no longer there, and even more afraid that Lin Yuan was still there.

In fact, as early as the first moment when the sound transmission jade was lit up, she received a summons.

Because she has always pinned the Sound Transmission Jade around her waist, even when she is sleeping, she holds it tightly in her hand.

But she dared not come, nor did she want to come.

But in the end it came again.

Qin Zhimu now feels that she is a self-deceiving, self-contradictory, and extremely complicated complex.

Ever since she was rejected by Lin Yuan that night, she has reflected on it for a long time.

She knew how much pressure her extremely naive idea would bring to Lin Yuan and what a challenge it would bring to the two of them.

Not only do you have to face the accusations of the world, but you may even pay the price of your life.

After the impulse receded, and after thorough thinking, Qin Zhimu had made up his mind not to have any interaction with Lin Yuan anymore.

Any thought of Lin Yuan has been completely cut off.

I have dispelled all thoughts, just like this, waiting for the wedding day to come.

Waiting to marry to the country of Yan and accept the arrangement of fate.

But the moment Qin Zhimu received Lin Yuan's summons yesterday, her state of mind unexpectedly became turbulent again.

This in the end is why?

Why can't she completely cut off this relationship that shouldn't exist?

Seeing the sound transmission jade flickering in her hand, she was surprised, she couldn't believe it, then sad and scared.

She was afraid of knowing what Lin Yuan said, so she didn't dare to listen.

But she was afraid that something might happen to Lin Yuan and she needed to seek her help.

Holding the sound transmission jade, she was restless and upset.

After all, he was still worried and lost to his weak self.

But Qin Zhimu did not expect that Lin Yuan would change his mind and answer her previous prayer.

If it was her at that time, she would have left with him desperately.

But now...

She no longer had the courage to be desperate.

Qin Zhimu walked up the mountain step by step in anxiety.

After a whole day and night, would he still be waiting here?

He shouldn't be so stupid, but according to his personality, he seems to be so stupid.

But, hopefully not.

Because Qin Zhimu didn't know how to treat him if they met again.

So she suffered for a full day and night, and couldn't help but come over to confirm.

And just as Qin Zhimu expected in his heart, at this moment, the field of vision was a vast expanse of whiteness, and there was no one there.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but felt an unexplained sense of loss and a little tingling suddenly in her heart.

He really has gone...

Qin Zhimu walked in despair, stepping on the snow, to the place where she had confided her heart.

She squatted down slowly, wrapping her arms around her knees, and kept thinking about the original scene in her mind.

The hot tears that had been faintly swirling in the eyes finally overflowed at this moment.

Forced to make a marriage contract with Yan Guo, she did not shed tears.

King Xiang was seriously ill and the Qin Dynasty was in decline, but she did not shed tears.

No matter how much suffering she has experienced, she bears it silently.

But at this moment, Qin Zhimu cried again because of Lin Yuan.

Before, it was Lin Yuan who rejected her.

But this time, she was the one who rejected Lin Yuan.

It was she who completely ruined the chance of the two of them renewing their relationship.

Already, there is no longer any possibility.

A sense of loss and despair as if falling into an abyss surged up in Qin Zhimu's heart.

She knew very well that she was a passer-by in this life, and she would never see Lin Yuan again.

Tears welled up in Qin Zhimu's eyes uncontrollably.

Crying like resentment or admiration, like weeping and complaining, swayed on the empty snow field.