It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt the pain from the wounds on my body and an uncontrollable heartache.

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, and her sobs gradually turned into loud crying.

Ji Wushang Yingzhao Fu Feng Bai Churan Xu Xianyuan:

She lay on Shen Yijun and cried for a long time before she slowly stopped.

This was her final farewell to Shen Yijun.

He staggered to his feet, enduring the severe pain.

Fu Feng stepped forward to support her and used his internal energy to heal her wounds.

Lan Qingya sobbed and looked at Xu Xianyuan: "How is it? Has the great man you are waiting for sent any news?"

Xu Xianyuan shook his head.

Lan Qingya was surprised and sobbed as she looked at Ji Wushang. Could it be that they guessed wrong?

There's quite a commotion here, the officers and soldiers will be here soon.

A few people first returned to Lan Qingya's paradise.

It can hide your whereabouts and observe the situation outside.

Soon, the yamen runners arrived and sent Shen Yijun's body back.

The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed in Wuyang Mansion overnight.

The young war god Shen Yijun, who had just been granted the title, was ambushed on his way out of the city with his wife to burn incense, and died young.

His wife was missing, presumably she had been abducted by thieves.

The Wuyang Mansion was temporarily without anyone, so the old master's brother, second uncle and second aunt took over the affairs of the mansion and held a funeral for their nephew.

A few days later, Lan Qingya's injuries were healed by Fu Feng and others.

She made a hand gesture and returned to Wuyang Prefecture in stealth.

Seeing the former madam look ten years older overnight and crying herself to death in front of the mourning hall, Lan Qingya felt a wave of sadness and grief in her heart.

No matter how short the life span of mortals is, these joys and sorrows and separations are all real.

Shen Yijun's outstanding son died just like that.

How painful it must be for her.

Lan Qingya was unable to face it, so she walked out of the mourning hall and went straight to the courtyard where they used to live.

Wandered around.

The grape vines in the backyard are climbing, and the peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, forsythia and magnolia flowers are all in bloom.

Spring is in full swing, all beautiful colors.

These flowers and trees will not miss the good season because of who is born or who is dead.

A few days ago, there were still shadows of them playing and being intimate in the bedroom.

Now the furnishings are covered with a thin layer of dust.

Only a few days after Shen Yijun passed away, the backyard began to look desolate.

Come out of the bedroom, go around the rockery and head east.

She pushed the door open and entered the study.

He used to handle official business in there.

The scene where he was not annoyed by her interruption flashed before his eyes.

They get along here, reading, playing chess, playing the piano, and writing...

This table has been there since he was a child.

When he was a child, it was placed in his bedroom so that he could study without running around.

It had been in the study since they were married.

Snapped.

She threw the Mencius onto the table and said confidently, "Ajun, I have memorized it! Let's gamble."

Shen Yijun smiled: "Page 46, line 3."

She rolled her eyes and tried to recall: "So, follow it as it comes... and... and don't lose yourself, help... and stop it."

Shen Yijun lowered his eyes: "Wrong."

She immediately got angry and said, "You didn't even look, how do you know I was wrong?"

"look by youself."

Unconvinced, she picked up the book and flipped through it, her shoulders slumped.

Shen Yijun suppressed his laughter and asked, "Is it wrong?"

She said unwillingly: "Wrong..."

He raised his chin: "If you make a mistake, you will be punished."

He said, carrying her to the desk and leaning over to kiss her.

The two kissed so passionately that the teacup next to them was knocked over, spilling water all over the floor.

The gambling book was so scented with the fragrance of tea.

She can easily come up with a lot of such daily stories.

But he is dead, and no matter how hard you try, there is only this basket.

Her eyes fell on the desk.

Less than four years after their marriage, she had some understanding of Shen Yijun.

Shen Yijun spends the most time on it, so he must have deep feelings for it, right?

He is very nostalgic and always keeps some of his favorite books from childhood at hand for reading at any time.

She walked over, raised her hand to pick up a yellowed book, flipped through it casually, and suddenly two pages of paper fell out.

She sneered. What else is this guy hiding?

Bending down to pick up the paper and flipping through it, she was startled.

This was a line of words she left when she came to see him before entering the Bai family, and a letter she wrote to Shen Yijun after she entered the academy.

Comparing the two, there is no difference in the handwriting.

However, one has smooth writing skills, while the other one is a little clumsy because he is a child and lacks wrist strength.

So, he guessed at the age of eight that she was not a mortal?

When she thought of this possibility, she couldn't help but feel worried.

His eyes searched the study and fell on a wooden box that contained important things.

She had some expectation of this, and walked over slowly to open the wooden box.

There was an envelope lying quietly inside, with the words "From my wife Qingya" written on it.

Oh, yes, and this letter.

She saw him writing that day.

But he didn't let her read it, saying that she could read it after he finished writing.

And after that?

He didn't mention it after that, and she forgot about it.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled out the letter.

The envelope was filled thickly.

Lan Qingya opened the envelope, took out the letter and read it carefully.

{My wife Qingya: Seeing your letter is like meeting you in person, and reading your letter makes you look happy.

Suddenly I wanted to write you a letter, so this letter came into being. }

Lan Qingya couldn't help but chuckle.

{Don't laugh, I was very serious when I wrote it.

The first time I knew you, I think it was the invisible you.

Later, when I saw you in the academy and confirmed your handwriting, I was shocked to realize that the person I couldn't see was a lovely girl like you.

When you were a child, you were just like the apricot candy you gave me, sweet and pleasant.

I am very happy to grow up with you. After losing my father and brother, the days that became black and white and gray suddenly became colorful because of you.

When I went to war at the age of twelve, no one believed in me. Only you encouraged me and made me firm in my choice.

Later, when I returned triumphantly, I found that you were no longer the little girl in my memory, but the girl who could make me blush and my heart beat faster at just one look.

The girl who made me panic said frankly that she liked me and wanted to marry me in a grand ceremony.

It was a fine day, and the mist from the forest flowed over your skirt. The beautiful scenery was no match for your smile to me.

Then, you let it slip.

I have heard you call me Master more than once but I didn't have the courage to ask you who he is.

I guess he must be someone very important to you, right?

The time during the spring hunt when you had a fever and you murmured unconsciously, the time on your wedding night when you woke up and called me affectionately, and the time when you were unconscious and helpless in Jingyang City, those were not me but that master.

But you are so good to me.

I can feel that your feelings for me are real.

I couldn't help but fall in love with your smile, and my heart was unknowingly filled with you.

I didn't know who he was, but I felt very sad.

Am I his replacement?

During the spring hunt, I heard you calling Mother Su "Third Brother" by the river.

I saw Mother Su disappear before my eyes.

I know that the dozen or so giant wolves in the hunting ground were killed by the same person.

The wild wolf and brown bear were not of normal size at all.

So, Yun Miaomiao is from the same place as you, right?