There have been rumors before that the queen has been decided, but she refused to believe it, but seeing her adopted mother's expression, she couldn't help but feel sad from the bottom of her heart.

She blinked and asked, "What's wrong?"

"News came from the capital that the emperor has passed away."

She thought she had heard it wrong, opened her eyes slightly and asked again: "What?"

"The emperor went to the East Palace to have a drink at night, and the East Palace was in water. The fire was too big..." Seeing that Xiaoman's face was getting worse and worse, Mrs. Jiang stopped halfway through her words.

Xiaoman stood in a daze for a while before turning around slowly and his breathing became rapid.

When Mrs. Jiang saw her look stunned and wanted to comfort her, she saw her shaking and fell down to the side as if she was exhausted.

When Xiaoman woke up, Fu Tao, Bai Yan, and Mrs. Jiang all surrounded her.

Xiaoman lay on the couch, staring at the top of the tent with wide eyes, trying to calm down his emotions.

She woke up and felt incredible, she died?

How could it be possible to die? How could Zhou Gongyu die? How could it be like this?

Impossible.

She never wanted to believe it. Maybe he really gave up and wanted to leave the palace.

Xiaoman rubbed his eyebrows and said to the person who was worried about him: "I'm fine, I'm ready."

Mrs. Jiang still looked worried and touched her cheek with heartache, saying, "Since you have left, you will be destined to be together. Let go of these in the future and don't think about it."

"good."

News from the capital has been spread to Yizhou, and the letters should not be too late.

Maybe he just thought of a way to get out of here temporarily, and the letter was delayed on the road, so he didn't tell her.

Xiaoman forced himself to cheer up and did his own thing as usual, but he waited for letters every day, and every day he felt a little cold.

Finally, what was waiting for was the letter from Jiang Susi and Ruoruo, and the letter advised her to let go.

Xiaoman sat under the crabapple tree, his hands holding the letter paper trembled, clenched the letter paper out of the folds, and his knuckles turned white.

She raised her head blankly, looked at Bai Yan, and said helplessly: "Bai Yan... This is fake."

Her eyes widened, tears in her eyes.

"Is it fake?"

Bai Yan was silent and didn't know how to answer, so she could only approach and hug her, and pat her gently.

For several days, Xiaoman was depressed and couldn't help but do anything, and the flowers in the yard were also taken care of by Fu Tao.

Bai Yan couldn't worry about Xiaoman and almost refused to let her leave her sight.

Most of the time, she was reading books quietly. Just a little attention was paid to her, and she found that her book had not turned pages for a long time. As she looked, she would start to daze and her eyes would be inexplicably red.

Fu Tao liked the sincere and upright Young Master Liu very much. He didn't know who he heard, so he kept saying to Bai Yan: "If you want the girl to get better, you should let her make friends with a new husband.

That young master Liu is both talented and beautiful, and he is a good person. Why not let the girl see him?"

"The girl is married."

Fu Tao immediately said: "The princess is still married for three years. Mr. Liu is not the kind of pedantic person. He has known it for a long time and doesn't care about it."

Bai Yan felt it was unreliable: "You can tell these words to the girl yourself."

After Fu Tao and Xiaoman talked, they were rejected again.

Mr. Liu chose to attack her preferences this time. Knowing that Xiaoman loves flowers, he secretly moved away the rare orchids in his home and came to find Xiaoman in person to give them to her.

Xiaoman was in the yard watching another dead wisteria plant, and his mood was already depressed.

"What's wrong with Miss Jiang?"

She was upset and didn't want to take her anger at others because of this, so she reluctantly answered: "Young Master Liu is here, it's nothing. But Yizhou doesn't seem to be suitable for planting wisteria. She has not lived to bloom several times. Now it's the time when wisteria flowers bloom, but unfortunately I can't see them here."

Mr. Liu noticed that he was holding the flower pot a little stupid, so he immediately put down the flower pot and comforted him: "Maybe it was the wrong way. Bajun can also grow live wisteria. I have seen it, Miss Jiang can definitely do it."

"Honor has seen it?"

Xiaoman was confused.

“Where is it?”

He felt joyful and hurriedly said, "It was the backyard of Liquan Temple. It was planted by a pilgrim before, but was taken care of by monks. He was born very well. I accompanied my mother to see it last year.

It’s just that the place is remote and difficult to find, so I can go with the girl.”

Xiaoman thanked him, but still wanted to go by himself, so he refused his kindness.

"Young master is busy with schoolwork, so it's better not to waste time for me. This orchid is probably not an ordinary product. You should take it back. I can't afford this favor."

Mr. Liu didn't feel angry either. He was clearly a scholar. When he smiled, he was somewhat similar to Han Shi's kind of comrade. He said with confidence: "What can't be afforded? I think the girl can afford it.

You simply don’t have anyone else around you, so why should you reject my kindness like this?

In my eyes, this pot of flowers is no different from the weeds on the roadside. It is only because it is given to a girl that it has become a treasure.

I don’t need to accept my favor, I feel satisfied even if I wish to think.”

Xiaoman was stunned for a moment and suddenly felt that Mr. Liu's thought was extremely similar to her before.

"It shouldn't be wishful thinking, this is not a good thing."

"Then I will admit it, too."

Mr. Liu answered again.

When Xiaoman met his firm eyes, he realized that he had no choice but to be like this young man who had just started to fall in love. No matter what others said, he could not persuade him.

In order not to be pestered by Mr. Liu, he inquired about the location of Liquan Temple. On the second day, Xiaoman and Bai Yan wanted to go and see it by themselves.

But he seemed to have done all this. When she found the way up the mountain, she happened to run him and follow him with her servant, and greeted him with a smile: "Miss Jiang, what a coincidence!"

“…”

Xiaoman was speechless and was forced to walk with him.

But Mr. Liu's words are not fake. Liquan Temple is indeed difficult to find. There are many forks of roads, and the stone steps are covered with green moss marks, which are slippery and difficult to walk.

When she arrived at the temple gate, her nose was covered with thin sweat.

The road in Liquan Temple is far and remote, and the incense in the temple is not good, and there are only a few monks. The surroundings are quiet and elegant. You can hear the song of birds in the mountains and the faint song of springs not far away.

She walked a few steps to the wing room and saw the wisteria mentioned by Mr. Liu.

She was indeed born very well. She never thought that she could see such lush wisteria flowers in Bajun.

The buds hung heavily, like a ball of purple clouds.

She breathed a little lighter, and she didn't notice when the chattering people behind her disappeared.

Xiaoman sat under the pavilion, looked up for a moment, and his eyes suddenly became sour. The bitterness and helplessness that emanated from the bottom of his heart wrapped her whole body and made her breathing difficult.

She covered her face with her hands, her shoulders trembled slightly, and she burst into tears in irresistible.

It has been a long time since no one told her that Zhou Gongyu was alive.

She would rather the two of them never meet again, and he will live well, and both will live well.

At least not like this now.

In the quiet, she heard footsteps. Maybe it was Mr. Liu or maybe Bai Yan, it didn't matter.

She didn't look up and was still in a sad mood and could not extricate herself.

"Why are you crying?"

Her gentle and cold voice is like the cool mountain breeze of Liquan Temple.

After countless days and nights, from the time she was ten years old, to today, this sentence lingered in her ears, like a fragile dream.

Xiaoman raised his face full of tears and looked at the person who came.

Zhou Gongyu leaned halfway against the corridor column, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said jokingly, "Can't you recognize it?"

Not a dream.

Xiaoman looked at him silently for a while, his eyes became redder and redder, and he finally couldn't help but get up and throw himself into his arms.

Zhou Gongyu opened his arms and hugged her in his arms.

He suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"Jiang Xiaoman."

Zhou Gongyu smiled and asked, "Xiaoman, do you eat candy?"

Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, as if he was remembering something. Just as he was about to shake his head, Zhou Gongyu grabbed the back of her head and fell a kiss. The kiss was deep and anxious, and all the long-term thoughts and uneasiness that had been around for a long time were delivered to this kiss.

Xiaoman was numb by the tip of his kiss, and his mind was dizzy, and he finally let go.

Zhou Gongyu buried her neck and gasped, letting out a satisfying sigh, and finally laughed happily.

"why are you laughing?"
To be continued...