Peach Blossom Order

Liang's crying sound showed his dissatisfaction.Wei Zheng heard it, shook his head, and said to Ye Qing'er: "I'm fine. Go and see Jing'er, what's wrong with him, why is he crying again?"

Ye Qing'er insisted: "Jing'er is used to crying, it's a good thing to let him hang out. On the contrary, you, my husband, have been getting worse and worse in the past few years..." When she said this, her eyes couldn't help but turn red. He choked up and said, "Xianggong, get well soon, don't have any accidents, don't leave me and Jing'er, mother and son..."

Wei Zheng comforted, "Qing'er, don't cry, I'll get better..." Even though he said that, he knew his body well.My family has always had this problem, and my father died early because of it. Only my mother exhausted her efforts to raise me and grow up.Now, my illness is exactly the same as that of my father back then, and I am afraid that there is no hope of being cured...

Thinking of Ye Qing'er and Wei Jing's orphan and widowed mother, and thinking of the person far away in the capital that he thought about day and night, Wei Zheng felt very sad, but he could only force his smile and slowly comfort Ye Qing'er who was crying, while his eyes In the end, the look in the middle gradually dimmed.

Maybe in this life, it can only be like this...

Those things that he once wanted, those things that he already had, those dreams and hopes, those despairs and sorrows, now, in his view, have gradually become infinitely far away.

Even if you keep it in your heart, even if you can't let it go, so what.

The fate that should come will always come, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't escape after all.

Nine Peach Blossoms Still Laughing at the Spring Breeze

Time passed gradually, year after year, Jingyi finally became Minister of the Ministry of Officials when he was 40 years old, and after that, with the support of his wife and the emperor, he carried out a drastic reform of the court officials. He solved many malpractices and corruption, and fulfilled his wish to show his ambition and serve the country.

About a year after he got married, Wei Zheng's letters also dropped from monthly to March, then half a year, and finally even a year.And Jingyi felt ashamed of Wei Zheng because she didn't persevere to the end, so she never had the face to reply to the letter, but kept the letter carefully every time.

Princess Leyang knew that every time he received a letter, it was like a treasure, but she never replied, so she couldn't help being a little curious, every time she asked, Jingyi refused to answer, only saying that it was sent by an old friend.Le Yang didn't care too much in the past, but after seeing him put away the letter this time, he couldn't help saying: "Since he is your friend, why haven't you replied to him for so many years?"

Jingyi showed a bitter smile, and sighed: "I... did something wrong in the past, and I was afraid that he would get angry, so I didn't dare to reply..."

"Afraid that he will be angry? Why?" After hearing this, Le Yang was very puzzled and asked in bewilderment, "Since he has insisted on writing to you for so many years, it means that he didn't blame you. Why are you afraid? Is he angry? On the contrary, you have been refusing to reply, which is even more chilling."

"I..." Jing Yi was stunned, unable to answer Le Yang's question, as if enlightened, he figured it out in no time, "It's true that I was thinking wrong, Le Yang, thank you for pointing it out."

That's right, I was so stupid. Since Wei Zheng insisted on writing to him all the time, even if he didn't reply to the letter, he still persisted. Obviously, he never blamed him.On the contrary, it was me, why did I insist that he would definitely write a letter to scold me?

More importantly, why should I be afraid of his blame?Obviously from the very beginning, he did something wrong, and it was his right to be scolded by him.But he didn't think about it, instead he made mistakes again and again, dragging on for so many years...

After figuring this matter out, Jing Yi immediately became excited, rushed back to the room, took up a pen and wrote a letter, and wrote a large sheet, expressing her thoughts.He revised it several times before he was satisfied, and finally sent it out with great care, imagining the happy expression on the person's face when he received it.

However, after several months, he never received a reply.Jingyi was not discouraged, and wrote several more letters in a row, and sent them all back.However, the letter he sent was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no reply.

Jingyi smiled wryly, maybe Wei Zheng was really angry this time, that's why he refused to reply.Now he has also tasted the feeling of sending a letter but not getting a response. He is the one who suffers, so who has the right to complain?

He persisted for three years, and like Wei Zheng back then, he sent a regular letter every month, but he never received a reply.Three years later, he couldn't hold back any longer, couldn't let go of his longing for Wei Zheng, and was extremely looking forward to returning to his hometown for a visit.

Also in this year, his mother died of illness. In addition to being sad, he also applied to the emperor to return to his hometown Ding You as usual, which happened to fulfill his wish to return to his hometown.

After resigning from all official positions, Jingyi packed up her family's belongings and returned to Taohua Town with her family.Although she was full of thoughts about Wei Zheng, Jing Yi had no choice but to organize her mother's funeral and bury her first.Saddened by her mother's death on the one hand, and full of longing on the other hand, Jing Yi's heart can be said to be extremely tormented, and the days are like years.

All the relatives and friends from the past came to attend her mother's funeral. Jing Yi saw Ye Qing'er but not Wei Zheng, so she couldn't help being very surprised.Seeing Ye Qing'er's resentful eyes and red eyes again, a bad guess floated in his heart, which made him dare not think too much.

Impossible, definitely not, Wei Zheng once said that he would always wait for him to come back in Taohua Town, now that he is back, how could Wei Zheng break his promise?He is obviously a man of his word, and he will never do anything to break his promise...

Jing Yi's heart seemed to be burned by fire for a while, and then soaked in ice and snow for a while, which plunged him into extreme chaos.Others only thought that he was sad about his mother's death, they didn't think much about it, and they all advised him to mourn.Jing Yi froze on the spot, staring straight ahead, the others sighed, and said a few words of comfort, and finally they all took their leave and left.

Only Ye Qing'er was left, and after everyone left, she slowly walked towards him.

"Jingyi, you're finally back? Are you finally willing to come back?" Ye Qing'er's sharp and angry voice pulled his mind back from the chaos, "Marry a princess, be a minister of officials, carry out reforms, and finally Resigning from office and returning to hometown, returning to hometown with honor—it is such a magnificent life, we are so envious!"

"I..." Jing Yi tried to say something, but felt that her throat was dry and she couldn't say anything.

"Have you ever thought that there is someone who is always thinking about you, even if you have never replied to the letter, he will always be thinking about you!" Ye Qing'er accused angrily, her whole body trembling slightly due to anger , "Even his son is called Wei Jing! He will always remember you, and he will remember you until his death!"

"You... what did you say?" Jing Yi tried to get out of the chaos, but was defeated by Ye Qing'er's words again, "What died? How could he be dead? He only died three years ago. I wrote a letter..."

"Hehehe, do you think he sent you those letters? You're wrong!" Ye Qing'er seemed to be crying and laughing, with a sharp voice, "He's dead, he's been dead for eight years! He wrote countless letters in his last days, hand them to me, and let me send them to you on time!"

"How could it be..." Jing Yi felt like being struck by lightning, and she was still immersed in this shocking fact, unable to extricate herself.

"He also asked me to imitate his handwriting. When the letter is gone, let me write it for you instead. But, how could I do that!" Ye Qing'er pointed at Jingyi and laughed loudly, "Why? Why? So you don’t know anything, think that everyone is living a good life, and then you can be your official secretary in the capital with peace of mind?”

After laughing, looking at the stunned Jing Yi, Ye Qing'er returned to normal, and said to him: "Want to come to my house to see? No matter how much he misses you, I can accompany him to the end , after all, there is only me, compared to you who never put him in his heart, I am special, special in his heart..." Without waiting for his answer, Ye Qing'er turned and walked out, heading home go.

Jing Yi followed behind her numbly, her heart, which was so shocked to the point of ignorance, finally began to slowly recover, filled with bursts of tearing pain.

It doesn't matter if it hurts, all of this is clearly his own fault. The more miserable and deeper the pain, the more he realizes how big a mistake he made back then.

He's dead, he's actually dead, such a fact that he can't accept at all, just like this is bloody and undisguised in front of him.There is no other way but to accept it.

He clearly said that he would wait until he came back.

Why is this...

Jing Yi bit her lip tightly, because of too much force, a deep wound was bitten on her lip, and blood slowly flowed down her lip, but he didn't feel it at all.

"Did you see? This is the study room. When he was dying, he still insisted on getting up. He wanted to write you a few more letters. I'm afraid it's not enough. I can't persuade you..."

"This is his room. I have never moved. I still remember the last time he looked at me... Although he looked at me, he looked at other people through me. You said, he Who are you looking at?"

Ye Qing'er giggled, every word and every sentence was slowly slashing across the wound in Jing Yi's heart, adding heavy blows to the deep wound.

After the pain penetrated to the bone, it seemed that if the pain continued, there was not much feeling left.Jing Yi only felt that her whole heart was gradually numb, and she couldn't find any other feelings except pain.

He thought in his heart, perhaps, Wei Zheng passed away