How do I know my heart

Xiao Yan is twilight

from others and

Jane's two or three things

willing to be with you

I am Xiao Congjian, and I am happy with myself.

There is no urgent business in the court, but His Majesty had to call for it a few days ago.

Ever since Wanqing married me, I have truly failed her.

"Recently rumors about Wanqing being dirty have been reported in the capital. What's the difference between you and Wanqing?"

"It's the fault of one person."

"If it's your fault, you just coax her, causing these nasty things, and let the good people make fun of them for nothing."

"It's my fault." I know that I am the only one responsible for the current evil, "It's just that I have no power and no intention."

His Majesty walked up to me, halfway there, but stopped moving.He leaned against the desk, propped his forehead with one hand, his aura suddenly dropped, and the aura of a king became downcast.

His Majesty has not changed for a long time.

"You Huahua..." Suddenly, he said.

"Your Majesty, don't mention him again." I haven't heard this name for a long time, and now I don't seem to feel anything when I hear it, but my eyes are a little tired, "It's just a dead person."

His Majesty suddenly said, "Presumptuous." He walked up to me and slapped me hard.

"Xiao Congjian, you are the least qualified person to say this."

"Is Your Majesty qualified?" I told myself, calm down.

"I am the king, and I have my own considerations."

"Dare to ask what His Majesty has considered." I couldn't control myself, and I asked sharp questions before I had time to think about what Your Majesty said before I opened my mouth.

At night, I often woke up from my dream, I dreamed that I killed Hua Hua with my own hands.

But how could this be just a dream?

Sometimes, I think, if I hadn't met Huahua back then, wouldn't such a bad result have happened.

Huahua will not die, and neither will I end up in this situation.

But I will soon convince myself that the instigator of all this is the current Holy Majesty.

……

It's ridiculous for me to be like this.

After Huahua's death, I have been to Huahua's mansion many times, and I was very lonely.

The only time I happened to meet an old woman.

She was carrying a lantern and a small basket.I followed behind her, neither far nor near, the old woman turned her head to look at me, then continued to walk towards the courtyard in a leisurely manner.

Since Huahua's death, the palace has been empty.Xiao Congjian originally thought that what he would see would be a desolate and desolate scene, after all, three years had passed.Moreover, every time Xiao Congjian stood in front of the gate of the palace, the gate of the palace could be opened with just a slight push from him.But every time he raised his hand, he always hesitated for a long time, and in the end he just lingered outside the door, never entering the palace, since he was rejected that day.

The flowers in the courtyard were blooming very well, and the leaves of the sycamore trees were rustling, which was peaceful and peaceful, just like when he first came here.

The old woman stopped in front of Yumo Terrace, which is where Huahua often handles official business.She put the hurdle aside and knelt down slowly.The old woman began to babble, it was nothing more than the recent situation, not any sad words, just some very simple days, some very trivial things.

Xiao Congjian stood far away, but he could vaguely hear something.

"On the third day of last month, Xue'er gave birth to three black kittens, and Lao Yu was really mad, but you told me to..."

"Yesterday,...a big fat boy was born, we have made an appointment..."

The old woman may have finished what she wanted to say, or she may be tired.She stopped rambling, but took out the things in the hurdle and placed them under the steps. They were some beautiful little hydrangeas.

Not long after, the old woman got up, she straightened up tremblingly, and walked slowly.

"Grandma Liu."

"Oh, it's Mr. Xiao." The old woman heard the voice, looked at the person carefully, and finally recognized it.

"How are you doing?" Granny Liu asked.

"Not good." Xiao Congjian answered truthfully.

"Hahaha." Granny Liu laughed unceremoniously, "I'm relieved knowing that you're not doing well."

Until Xiao Congjian sent Granny Liu home, the two of them didn't say anything other than simple directions.

Xiao Congjian returned to Yumo Terrace and leaned against the pillars in Taichung.

"Lian Granny Liu hates me, so are you going to hate me to death?"

"But, the most unrighteous person is obviously you."

"That day, you drove me out of the house in despair."

"That day, I had nowhere to ask, but Lin Xiaoer died after all."

"Is it true that powerful people are the most likely to change their minds?"

"Hua Hua, I hate you."

That day, Xiao Congjian sat all night leaning against that pillar, which was Huahua's favorite seat.

The morning dew covered his whole body, and it was rare for the handsome and unrestrained Mr. Xiao to be downcast.

After returning home, Xiao Congjian went straight to Huacheng's living room, he knocked on the door lightly, and the crisp bells echoed inside.

"How are you today?"

Hwaseong nodded.

"What's the matter?"

Hwaseong shook his head.

"Then you know..." Hua Hua was dead, Xiao Congjian bit his lip hard, looked away, and suppressed his vicious thoughts.

The red kit was left on the ground.

He remembered that Huacheng was the most precious thing in this kit, and he would always hang this kit around his waist on weekdays, and he would look for it from time to time and hold it tightly.

"I've always been curious about what was in the red kit." Xiao Congjian walked to the place where the kit was left, picked it up, and looked at it carefully.

Hwaseong leaned towards his waist, but there was nothing there.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" he wailed.

He threw himself on the ground, searching with his hands.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah."

This cry was meaningless, like a child babbling, but Xiao Congjian could hear the despair in it.

He walked up to Hwaseong and stuffed the kit into his hands, "But this?"

Hwaseong held the kit tightly, carefully pulled off the drawstring with one hand, and slowly inserted one finger into the mouth of the bag, as if to confirm something, he immediately re-tied the drawstring and held it in his arms.

"Let me help you sit up." Xiao Congjian held his arm.

Hwaseong pushed him away, stepped back, just touched the bed, and he climbed onto the bed and sat in the corner.

Xiao Congjian was lying on the side watching quietly, suddenly, he smiled, not the usual elegant smile, but a long smile with his head up to the sky.

I'm so sick.

The author has something to say: ! ! !

I obviously didn't think so before

It was clearly planned on the night after I finished writing 6. How could Xiao Congjian explain his current situation easily?

As a result, Keke slept all night and woke up completely forgetting

Then deduct a little every day until today

That's it, I still have to write and think about it?

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