I still remember the king's heart

Sang Yu's palm on the door was clenched into a fist again, and the corners of her lips curled up into a smile for a while, a trace of desolation flashed across her heart.

Yes, everyone in the world knows that I don't love you, and you know it too, but you still insist on being so nice to me.

Xinyao who isn't worth it... I don't deserve your kindness to me.

"Now that the enemy is in front of us, everyone in the gate is waiting for you to go back and take charge of the overall situation, but you are so unwilling to make progress. Have you forgotten how you made the oath in front of the ancestor's grave and how you have treated your senior sister?" What kind of promise?!"

"Remember, Xinyao once said that she would make the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley great and become the mainstay of the martial arts in her lifetime." Proud as Yue Xinyao, she lowered her head for the first time, bent her knees, and knelt down slowly on the ground.

"But Xinyao just wants to marry someone she likes, so I beg my uncle to help her."

Hearing the muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from inside the house, Sang Yu slightly closed her eyes, couldn't bear to look any more, turned around and stumbled away.

"You!" Cang He stopped in mid-air with his outstretched hand, looked at her without frowning, and sighed faintly from his lips.

This is the child he grew up with, who is almost indistinguishable from his apprentice. In the past 20 years, he has witnessed her change from an innocent girl to Yue Xinyao, the master of Wanhua Valley, who is feared in the martial arts world. The hardships involved are beyond ordinary people's comprehension. This road is paved by stepping on the bones of countless people and the flesh and blood of their own disciples. You must not make a wrong step, otherwise you will be lost forever.

And he would never let that happen.

"Get up first, this matter will be discussed after the Qingcheng faction is resolved"

When Sang Yu was cleaning the study, she accidentally knocked down the vase, and when she bent over to pick it up, a heavy book fell from the top and hit her head, causing her to hiss lightly in pain.

After stabilizing the vase, he picked up the book. It was a "Herborist Collection". On the opened page, there was only a lifelike painting of an unremarkable medicinal herb, with a line of small characters annotated next to it.

Sang Yu only glanced at it before turning pale.

Speranthum, warm in nature, can detoxify all kinds of poisons, especially for cold poisoning and cold syndrome.

She didn't care about the piercing pain coming from her ankle, she walked very fast, almost running, and plunged into Yue Xinyao's room.

Yue Xinyao was writing something, her brows were gentle, and there was a pleasant smile on her lips. When she saw her coming in, she hurriedly put away the pen and paper, and the smile on her lips deepened.

What greeted her was the book that Sang Yu threw at her head and face, knocking over the inkstone on the table, and the ink was splashed everywhere.

The smile on her lips gradually froze.

Sang Yu was almost screaming, her body was trembling slightly, "Why didn't you tell me that the bone-grass grass can cure my life, why did you lie to me, why did she have to forget me, do you know how sad I am, the more Xinyao, I thought you were an upright gentleman, but I didn't expect you to be so unscrupulous, despicable and shameless!"

Yue Xinyao tightly clenched the pen in her hand, the smile faded from her lips, and frost hung between her brows and eyes.

"What about you, have you ever cared about my feelings? I'm despicable and shameless, so how noble can you be, Sang Yu? Since you love her so much, why didn't you show your ambition with death and continue to be with me! "

Sang Yu took a step back slightly, tears welled up in her eyes, her body was pierced by her sharp words, and her chest felt like needle-pricking pains, which made her unable to finish her sentence.

"Yue... Yue Xinyao... Even if you get my man, you won't get my heart... I won't marry you..."

"Whether you marry or not is up to you!" The pen in Yue Xinyao's hand snapped into two pieces, and the ink splashes landed on the lapel of her chest, like a lingering shadow in her heart.

"Come here, take her down and take care of her, and don't leave the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers for half a step!"

Yue Xinyao watched helplessly as she was taken away from him, and watched her burst into tears, her crying gradually choked up, like a trapped animal licking its wounds alone.

Spreading out the palm holding the pen, a deep bloodstain is not worth one ten-thousandth of the pain in my heart.

However, when she left Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, her heart softened, she reined in her horse and turned her head to Mu Yutong and said, "Yutong, you stay and take care of her"

Mu Yutong's tone was a little anxious, "Master, the battle is imminent..."

Yue Xinyao closed her eyes and shook off the frost and snow hanging on her eyelashes, "She is not in good health, I am worried."

If even the master can't say it well, then it really is...

Mu Yutong's face also turned serious, and she nodded slowly.

Yue Xinyao rode away on her horse, her black robe flew away, gradually turning into a small dot in the snow, and finally disappeared.

If she knew this farewell, the goodbye is that the mountains and rivers will never meet again, and her beauty is full of youth, will she regret that she left without hesitation.

On the second day after Yue Xinyao left, Sang Yu started to have a high fever again, her whole body fluctuated from hot to cold, more and more times of coma, but less and less time of being awake.

The life-saving soups and medicines poured down still couldn't stop the information that her life was about to wither from the inside out.

When Sang Yu was awake, she was mostly sitting on the couch, rubbing a tortoiseshell hairpin in her hand. Because of the careful care of the owner, the body of the hairpin was transparent and white, just like her fingers, without a trace of blood.

The eyebrows are soft, the lips have a slight curvature, and they seem to be quietly thinking about something when they don't speak, sitting for a whole day.

Mu Yutong was very anxious, but there was nothing he could do. He could only soak in the study and read ancient books whenever he had time. He had used almost all the prescriptions, but drinking medicine was as useless as drinking water.

She put down the pen heavily, and sighed, but from the corner of her eyes, she suddenly caught a glimpse of something under the paperweight on the table, pulled it out, and saw two crumpled red papers, which seemed to be crumpled into balls It was laid flat again and pressed here.

Opening one of them, Master Fangzheng's handwriting came into view, and her birthday was written in black and white characters on the red paper.

The other sheet was blank, and the owner hadn't had time to fill it in yet.

She suddenly remembered that the night before she left Yangzhou, the master took her to chatter about for half the night, and the topic could not avoid Sangyu.

"Hey, you said she would agree to my proposal, right? What are the rules for getting married?"

Mu Yutong, who had been yelled at for half the night, finally became impatient, "How do I know, I've never been married, I heard that there is a matchmaker surnamed Li in the east of the city..."

"Let's go, let's go"

After Matchmaker Li yawned and made noises for the rest of the night, Yue Xinyao finally frowned, "That is to say, we need to change Geng Pu to get the engagement first, and then Na Cai asks Na Jina to ask for a personal welcome." It’s so troublesome to be able to worship and get married later..."

He didn't look impatient at all, but listened very seriously.

Matchmaker Li yawned again, "Getting married is a big event in a lifetime, it's not too much, if it's a big family, there are more rules."

"It's time to work." Yue Xinyao got up, threw down a few ingots of silver, and turned to leave.

The master really made a plan to spend the rest of his life together with Sang Yu, and she thought she had to show Sang Yu the genealogy.

After reading it, Sang Yu was speechless for a long time, closed her eyes slightly for a while, and returned the Geng Pu to her.

Her marriage into the Ning Mansion as a concubine was just a small sedan chair carried into the back door, and her marriage to Su Ming was just the testimony of relatives and friends. Only this person wanted to marry her in an open and honest manner.

If she didn't know the truth, she might choose to stay with her forever, and the two of them would cook wine, cook tea, and fold clothes for a long time.

But now that she knows the truth, how can she remain indifferent? She is always cautious. Falling in love with Suming is the most desperate thing she has ever done, and she is about to do another even more desperate thing. thing.

"Miss Sang, I don't know what happened between you and the master. I only know that the master came back to see you with injuries on her body. The master really wants to be with you. If you like the master Don't treat her so ruthlessly, if you don't like it..."

Sang Yu interrupted her, "Yutong, you are still young, you don't understand that love in the world is too complicated, most of them are involuntary, you go out, I want to rest"

After all, he closed his eyes tightly.

Mu Yutong had no choice but to shut up, and got up to cover the door for her.

After she left, Sang Yu got up and got off the couch again. She felt a stabbing pain in her chest. She covered her lips and coughed twice, then walked slowly to the desk and sat down, writing a pen and ink.

Even if she doesn't love Yue Xinyao, she is still grateful to her, and she hopes that Yue Xinyao can live well without her in the future.

Ever since I showed her the Geng score, Sang Yu seemed to have been touched. She stopped being bored in the room all day and would go out for a walk when the weather was good. Just when Mu Yutong thought she was getting better, Sang Yu fainted in front of the stove again.

This time, everyone knew that her body was at the end of its strength, exhausted and exhausted.

When Sang Yu woke up, the lights in the house were as bright as beans, and the flickering flames couldn't be seen clearly, and many light and shadows split in his eyes.

She blinked her eyes hard to let herself see clearly. Mu Yutong was sitting beside her couch with a serious expression on her face. After a while, she suddenly got up, with guilt in her eyes for her lack of knowledge.

"I'll tell the master to come back, she will definitely cure you"

"Yutong" Sang Yu spoke softly, her voice was soft and light, and she grabbed her sleeve, "You also called me Mrs. Mistress, then you should listen to me and don't bother your master anymore."

Mu Yutong was taken aback, pursed her lips tightly, tears welled up in her eyes, and choked up: "Master..."

A faint smile appeared on Sang Yu's lips, "Hey, help me up."

She doesn't have much time, and there are still many things that have not been explained.

The author has something to say:

The author is about to be made to cry by himself. I wanted to update it when I came back tonight. I already coded a chapter yesterday, but when I was correcting the typos, I accidentally deleted them all! ! !Yes! ! !Just delete it all! ! !This is the second time this kind of thing has happened T^T My heart is broken... plus some other things, I almost cried, because it's time for the update, I'm afraid everyone will wait, so I have no choice but to write it again Now that I have coded, I don’t feel as good as when I was the first time. I’m sorry everyone, please don’t dislike me for being so stupid T^T.