"It's not your problem, or something went wrong on Yin Liu'er's side. Go back and find someone, give me an excuse, and ask him a question! I'd like to see what kind of errand this is for!"

Qing Que just got up, but she was nervous and panic: "Now it has been smashed by the eldest princess, madam, you..."

"I was confused about this matter. After being taught a lesson by my aunt today, I knew that I was wrong..."

When he came to his senses, of course, he had to take the credit of the princess.

She took the letter and looked at it again, and her voice gradually became low: "Go and get the rest, today... burn them all."

"lady……"

Qingque was surprised and looked at her in disbelief.

In the past few months, her life has been lived in fear.

Which big maid is willing to help her wife pass private messages and help her give and receive privately? When they were found out, they were the first unlucky ones.

She was soft-hearted and couldn't stand Lu's repeated pleas, so she had no choice but to find Yin Liu'er, a trustworthy little gangster outside who had begged Mrs., to help deliver the letter.

Now Lu Jinxi means that...

to give up?

For a while, I didn't know whether it was joy or emotion. Even Qing Que was always steady and complicated. It took a long time to react. For fear that Lu Jinxi would regret it, he hurriedly said, "This servant will go, this will go!"

After he finished speaking, he left the house and entered the house opposite.

That is the room where Lu Jinxi usually rests.

Come to think of it, some private things are hidden there, right?

Lu Jinxi was sitting in the chair, and when she recalled Qingque's expression, she felt a little funny, but when she thought about it, she was full of sadness.

Lu's letter says "I read it every time I read it", which proves that she has read the letter sent by Song Zhiyan many times, and it is very likely that she has preserved it.

But she didn't know where.

After Lu Jinxi came here, most of the time he was ill, and there were people around him for twelve hours, and he didn't dare to rummage around to find the secret of the original body.

Now to find these letters, of course, can only find an excuse to let the well-known Qingque go to find them.

"Burning" is an excuse; asking Qingque to fetch it is a "fraud".

Unexpectedly, it was really successful.

After a while, Qingque brought back a small red sandalwood box and placed it on the square table beside Lu Jinxi.

"The slaves didn't dare to move. You put them all by yourself on weekdays, and they're all inside."

As soon as the box was opened, there were layers of letterheads inside.

Different from the green and white paper used by Lu's, this box is mostly made of cold gold paper, and the handwriting on it can also be said to be Yanjin Liugu, which has its own calm and regular air.

These should be Song Zhiyan's letters and words.

Lu Jinxi picked it up and read it one by one from beginning to end.

Qing Que only thought she was burning before and wanted to remember her again, so she stood aside and didn't dare to urge her, she just kept paying attention.

Lu Jinxi browsed very quickly.

With the few words in Song Zhiyan's letter, she even pieced together a whole story.

It turned out that the Lu and Song families were long-term friends, and the Lu family and Song Zhiyan knew each other from a young age.

The two grew up together, childhood sweethearts.

When he reached the age of the beginning of love, he made a private decision for life.

Unexpectedly, eleven years ago, Emperor Qing An, who had been on the throne for less than two years, broke them up with an edict and let Lu Jinxi marry Xue Kuang.

It's not that they didn't think about resisting.

In addition, Xue Kuang brought back a five-year-old concubine from the border.

give birth

, they thought they could change. But Mr. Lu went to beg, but Emperor Qing'an was still hard-hearted and his will remained the same.

Lu Shi is still married.

After marrying someone, she broke up with Song Zhiyan and wanted to live a good life with Xue Kuang. Unexpectedly, she gradually became interested in Xue Kuang, but Xue Kuang had no intention of her.

A true love is wrongly paid, and even half of the warm eyes can't be replaced.

Lu Shi's life has been very dark here.

As soon as the news of Xue Kuang's death in the battlefield came, it was considered that there was no light, and he fell into a drowsy darkness.

She is like a tree, living in the world in a daze.

Until a year ago, she went to the Jokhang Temple to offer incense and reunited with Song Zhiyan.

At that time, Song Zhiyan had a wife, but it was also the life of his parents, so it was not what he wanted.

The former childhood sweethearts, the two of them only glanced at this from a distance, and then tossed and turned after returning.

Not long after, there was a letter from Song Zhiyan, who went through hardships and adventures to the Lu family.

The old love rekindled.

Song Zhiyan is willing to divorce his wife for the Lu family, welcome her back in with the ceremony of being a wife, and express his intentions many times. Whose feelings can last for more than ten years without changing?

Lu Shi also felt it, unable to let go, and gradually struggled.

...

Seeing this, Lu Jinxi let out a long sigh.

On the one hand, she felt that Lu Shi was pitiful.

The childhood sweethearts were separated, the married husband and she were separated from each other, and after being a widow, they met the bamboo horse, but they were different.

But on the other hand, he felt that Lu's behavior was very inappropriate.

There is nothing wrong with being able to boldly follow your heart and pursue feelings. But the person who had personal contacts with her was a married man.

His wife is a poor woman just like her.

"Wow..."

The sound of the letter paper flipping was like Lu Jinxi's floating mood.

She is complicated.

This is already the last Leng Jinjian, and the content is exactly to ask Lu Shi to give him a reply, which just matches the letter from Princess Yongning today.

She picked it up and prepared to burn it first, and then look back to find a way to deal with it.

Unexpectedly, just after she picked up the cold gold paper, a slightly smaller green and white paper appeared underneath!

The elegant hairpins are in small letters, and the handwriting is quite new.

this is not?

Lu Jinxi was stunned for a moment, and was stunned for a moment before picking it up. When he saw it, he didn't know what to think—

It's not too late to pull back from the cliff!

Mr. Lu...

Such a pitiful and lovely person, in the end is so kind that it makes people feel distressed.

"Master Song's Taiwan Mirror, after replying to the letter, he tossed and turned, brooding and sleepless."

"Half of my concubine's life has been bumpy and scattered. It's even lucky to have met an adult, a childhood sweetheart. If it was then and there, I would not dare to go against my heart."

"However, the wise wife is by your side, there is no fault and no fault, and it is the most dear and dear to the adults."

"The present of the honorable lady is like the past of the concubine."

"A concubine is unwilling to let down the person she loves, what face is there to take the love of others?"

"Shuiyuejinghua, don't look at it for a long time."

"For months, I've had the wrong love."

"Concubine Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, I wish to pray for the peace of the adults."

"Lu's handwriting."

From "Bo Xian Ai Jian" to "Master Song Tai Jian"; from "Jin Xi's own handwriting" to "Lu's own handwriting", there is another woman hidden in the middle of these changes, how many years of bitterness and suffering?

Song Zhiyan should be her true love.

But after several struggles and hesitations, even if she wanted to be with him again, she couldn't let herself hurt another woman like herself.

After Lu Jinxi read these short lines, she felt a dull pain in her heart, but she still admires her...

"Ma'am, are you... alright?"

Xu Shi saw that her expression was wrong, and Qing Que, who was beside him, had another heart.

Lu Jinxi shook his head, fumbling with his fingertips for the letter, which was still fresh in ink, but in the other hand was a thick stack of cold gold paper.

She glanced at it and threw it into the charcoal basin.

When the paper caught fire, it ignited in an instant.