I still remember the king's heart

It began to snow again outside, the north wind whizzed past, Sang Yu was trembling all over, the weather in Shengjing was a bit colder than Wanhua Valley, and the bottom of her heart was as deep as the deep night .

Those disappearing pains surged again, first in the heart and then spread to the limbs and bones, submerging her like a tide.

She couldn't hold on to the driftwood, and could only let the sharp pain tear her body, but Sang Yu just looked back at the courtyard for the last time.

A farce finally came to an end, the wedding continued, the courtyard was full of gongs and drums, compared to the deserted outside, she smiled with slightly curved lips.

The snow is so heavy... Husband, when will you take me home...

"Sang Yu, don't be afraid, I'll take you home"

Just thinking about it, that person really appeared, wearing the azure clothes she sewed by herself, holding a bamboo paper umbrella, and a clump of vivid green bamboos was exposed from the slightly rolled cuffs.

On such a cold snowy night, her brows were soft, her eyes were not cold, only the tenderness that would appear every time she was lingering, she bent slightly and stretched out her hand to her.

"Yu'er, we're going home"

Sang Yu nodded with a chuckle, and put his hand into her palm, "Okay"

If she hadn't followed because she was worried about her, how could Huanhua have witnessed her falling to the ground lightly like a dead leaf and an autumn butterfly, lying quietly in the snow like a kite with a broken string, lifeless.

"Sang Yu!" Huanhua rushed over and hugged her gradually cooling body tightly, strangled her with all her might, and half-dragged her to her room.

Dr. Chen shook his head, put the silver needle back into the cloth bag, "It's useless, let's prepare for the funeral."

Her beauty that was in full bloom finally faded away, and her delicate makeup could not conceal the decadent breath emanating from her bones. She lay there quietly, as if she was asleep, her chest did not rise or fall.

Huanhua covered her lips, not daring to cry loudly, for fear of disturbing her tranquility, and ran out like a madman after a while.

She had to inform Su Ming, no matter how late... no matter how late, she might not even be able to see her for the last time.

The moment he opened the courtyard door, he bumped into the arms of a stranger, who was travel-stained and haggard, but grabbed her sleeve.

"Tell me where Sang Yu is?!"

Huanhua was stunned for a moment, seeing the man's calm and prestige between his brows, she subconsciously replied, "In the room."

At the end, the fire of hope welled up in his eyes again, "You...Are you Yue Xinyao..."

Sang Yu wrote to the ghost doctor who had mentioned to her, if it is, it may not be able to save her.

Yue Xinyao only nodded her head, then hurried in, but when she strode open the door curtain, she froze in place.

There was a bitter medicinal smell in the room, and the person on the couch was pale and lifeless, she blinked, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

"A-Sang, it's me, I'm Xinyao, why did you leave without telling me, I searched hard for you, but I finally found it, A-Sang, let's go home, okay, I'll pack it for you Eat dumplings, let’s spend New Year’s Eve together”

Trembling, Yue Xinyao put his palm close to her cheek, slowly stroking her weather-stained eyebrows, the skin under his palm could hardly feel the warmth.

"Ah Sang, I won't force you anymore, we won't get married, you can do whatever you want, as long as you open your eyes and look at me..."

Tears rolled down her cheeks drop by drop and fell into her neck. Sang Yu seemed to move, opened her eyes slowly, and smiled at her slightly, "Su Ming... you are still here ...I knew you would definitely come"

The tone was so soft that it was almost inaudible, intermittently, Yue Xinyao had no choice but to lean down and press her lips, but was slightly taken aback, and then also curled up her lips to smile.

"Yes, Ah Sang, I'm here. It's snowing outside, and you're afraid of the cold. I'll take you home, okay? When you get home, your illness will be cured, and you won't be in pain anymore."

Yue Xinyao put her hands on her veins, and she was at a loss for recovery. No matter how much internal energy she lost, it would be like a mud cow sinking into the sea, but she didn't dare to let Sang Yu see her flaws, so she had to force herself to laugh Congratulations, coaxing her in a low voice.

"Husband... where have you been... I miss you so much..." Sang Yu tried to raise her eyes to see her clearly, but it was just a hazy cloud of light and shadow.

Yue Xinyao took her hand and pressed it to her cheek, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm back, I won't leave you again"

She once thought that when she heard Sang Yu say that friend, it was the pain of her life, but it turned out that it was not worth the pain of seeing her dying but being helpless.

Bit by bit of pain seized her heart, her limbs and bones seemed to be bitten by insects and ants, making it difficult for her to even breathe smoothly.

"Husband...today...today is our day of great joy...you...why are you crying..." Sang Yu felt the warmth flowing from her fingertips, and tried hard to wipe her tears, but she was unable to do what she wanted. The moment she was about to slip off her face, Yue Xinyao held it tightly in her palm.

"Ah Sang... I didn't cry." Yue Xinyao sniffed, tried to smile, took out two crumpled red papers from her arms with her other hand, and spread out the blank one.

"Hey, don't sleep, come on, let's fill out the Geng spectrum and we're really married"

The sky in Sang Yu's eyes was getting darker and darker, and the morning light was bright outside. She felt it was hard to even blink, but she still nodded with a smile, and held the pen she handed over.

Yue Xinyao leaned her into his arms, wrapped her in one hand, and covered the back of her hand with the other, leading her to write her name stroke by stroke.

At that time, the sky was just right, and the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River was not yet approaching, and the sun shone through the window and scattered all over the place.

The fragrance of tea in the room was wafting, and Su Ming held a volume of books and leaned against the couch to read. The hand resting on the pages of the book was well-knit, slender and fair, half of his face was bathed in sunlight, which softened the originally cold eyebrows.

Sang Yu was sitting in front of the table and writing something, raising her eyes to peek at her from time to time, with a faint smile on her lips, and when she bent down again, the pen in her hand was suddenly snatched away.

She was taken aback, and suddenly looked back, the man was standing behind her in a snow-white tunic, with black hair and black pupils.

"What are you writing, huh?" Su Ming leaned over slightly, blocking most of the light and shadow, and there was a faint fragrance after bathing on his body.

Sang Yu blushed for no reason, and hurried to tidy up the scattered papers on the table, but was stopped by a hand, Su Ming circled her from behind, picked up some papers on the table and shook them out, black and white, elegant lowercase letters, full of It's full of my own name.

There is also a small portrait of him with a pig nose, his legs are much shorter, and his figure has become more than a circle, and he is being dragged away by the ears of a flowery girl. The expression on his face is lifelike, and there is no trace of dissatisfaction. On the contrary, he is willing.

Su Ming slightly curved his lips and smiled, "The painting is not bad, but which one is you and which one is me?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Sang Yu in her arms suddenly broke out into an earth-shattering cough, and somehow felt that her ears began to become red, hot and feverish.

She hastily went to take out the small portrait that was held at her fingertips, Su Ming took it a little further away, and looked at her with a slightly raised eyebrow, which meant that she would never let it go without an explanation.

"I... I'm writing a letter..." Sang Yu muttered, her tone gradually weakened, she buried her head and didn't dare to look at her, but her face was red to the ears, and she felt guilty of being caught for doing something bad.

"Write a letter?" Su Ming slightly bent his knuckles and clasped them on the table, "Do you still want to send this thing?"

She pointed to the large pages of rice paper with her name written on them, and picked up the small portrait and fiddled with her fingertips for a while, but the curvature of her lips was not in the slightest displeasure.

"No...no..." Sang Yu hurriedly defended, but fell into a pair of bottomless eyes, and there was soft emotion in that person's eyes.

Su Ming wrapped her arms around her knees and hugged her upwards, put the pen into her palm, stretched out his hand to cover the back of her hand, turned his head sideways, looked serious, and led her hand to follow him.

The wolf hair dipped in ink outlines deep and shallow arcs stroke by stroke, and not long after, another lifelike portrait appears in front of my eyes.

The woman's blouse was half untied, and the blue silk was hanging down to cover the large area of ​​spring on her chest. She looked pitiful, with tears in her eyes, and another long-haired woman was pressed on her body, with cinnabar between her eyebrows hiding her, with pointed fox ears on her head. The look on his face was a bit haughty and proud.

"Does it look like you?" Su Ming asked in a low voice, breathing like blue in her ear.

It's more than just like...it's just...extremely similar...

Sang Yu muttered for a long time and only uttered one sentence, "If one day you stop being a killer and switch to painting erotic pictures, you will be able to save money, and buyers will flock to it."

Su Ming chuckled, but still didn't let go of her palm, the ink was half dry, and she seriously wrote two words, Sang Yu.

It seems to be carved into the bottom of my heart.

mulberry.

elm……

Before the last stroke was finished, the man in his arms suddenly lost strength in his wrist, and the pen tilted, blurring a large swath of ink.

Yue Xinyao stared at the unfinished last stroke in a daze, tears welled up, she watched Sang Yu's wrist slipping slowly from her palm, and her head was buried in her neck, the sudden mourning made her unaware At a loss, she could only tremblingly put her hand on her nose, unable to feel a trace of life.

"Sangyu!!!" She didn't cry out until then, and Huanhua also covered her lips and slid slowly against the door.

The sky outside the window was bright and the weather was warm and clear, but Su Ming felt sudden heart palpitations, a pain in her chest as if being pricked by a needle, she jumped up from the couch, and some fleeting images flashed in her mind , too fast to see clearly.

She covered her heart, wanting to wait for the pain to pass slowly, but it became more and more intense, and she gradually understood what was in this skin-piercing pain.

"You are injured, and your life will be in danger if you don't bandage it"

"This is a muscle-enhancing and skin-nourishing cream made from the pollen of flowers I collected myself and the rain and dew before the dawn. Girls often fight in the shadows of swords and swords, and scars will inevitably be left on their bodies. Wiping this scar will lighten it up."

"Suming... Are you caring about me?"

"Su... Suming... What on earth are you going to do... If you are teasing me for something else... then I admit defeat... I..."

"Try it to see if it fits, if it doesn't fit, I'll make another one"

Jiansui... right Jiansui? !

She hurriedly rummaged around on the couch, and finally found the tassel by the pillow, which was exactly the same as in her mind, with white jade beads hanging on it.

"Here, I'll give it back to you." She seemed to tore off the sword tassel from Hanguang, and threw it to her coldly.

That person's facial features gradually became clear in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and for the first time a grief-stricken expression appeared on his always gentle face, and Su Ming's heart was also pulled hard.

She recalled many indelible memories. There was a woman who was startled like a bunny when she first saw her, and later loved her like life. Just toasted her with three glasses of wine, and never looked back.

"I know you are afraid of suffering, so I went to the dried fruit shop and bought a lot of candied fruit, which are all your favorites." The woman's expression was cautious for fear of offending her, but the soup in her hand was still knocked to the ground.

"I told you to get out!" She saw the woman's white fingertips were bloodstained by broken porcelain.

"Husband, this is the last time I call you that, we don't want to see you anymore, if we meet again, we will be endless enemies"

She saw that she was holding a long sword dripping with blood, and the woman burst into tears, sweeping a strand of black hair off her cheek with the sword.

"Li Ji's gorgon cake, I remember you also said it was delicious." Seeing the woman's gentle smile, she hid the love in her eyes very well.

"Will you forget me?"

"will not"

She once said that she would never forget her, but she still forgot her after all, completely and completely.

And the last thing she said to her turned out to be, I respect you for this glass of wine. If we really had any past in the past, we will have nothing to do with it from now on.

Something warm slid down his cheeks silently, and Su Ming suddenly murmured: "The sky is not old, the love is endless, the heart is like a double silk net, and there are thousands of knots in it."

As early as when she stood up and stood up, Hua Ying had already woken up, and it was only at this time that she slightly closed her eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of her eyes.

"Suming, go find her"

Su Ming didn't answer, and didn't have time to put on clothes and go to bed, so he rummaged around for things, muttering incessantly: "Letter... letter..."

Where did Sang Yu put the letter to her...

She must be very sad, and she won't even be with herself anymore. She came to her through mountains and rivers, begging herself not to leave her, but she treated her like this, she must be heartbroken.

She wants to find the letter she wrote, take it and tell her I remember, I remember everything, don't go, I'm a bastard, I betrayed you, let's find a place where no one knows us, and pass The life of sunrise and sunset, we start again.

However, she heard a loud noise in the courtyard. Yue Xinyao changed into black clothes, smashed the courtyard door with a punch, and sawdust flew. She stood in the courtyard, and the morning wind blew her hair from her forehead, revealing Eyes red from crying.

"The head of Wanhua Valley, Yue Xinyao, came to report the funeral."

The author has something to say:

High abuse ahead... Please bring your own tissues, um T^T It is really abusive to write this kind of abusive article when I was a big aunt.Even if the last chapter is really over tomorrow, this is my first novel, and it may also be my black history. I know that many people have come and gone. Thank you everyone who stayed. You are the real one. Little angel, you gave me great support and encouragement. I can’t express my gratitude in words. Fortunately, I still have five years to slowly write out the things in my mind for everyone to see. Life is endless, digging pits is endless, good night~ love You guys, what are you talking about!