Dedicated to life

After chatting with Ling Yusong for a few more words, the two of them left the courtyard. Before they knew it, half a day had passed, they walked to a nearby garden. Ling Yusong likes to grow some flowers and plants, and there are almost independent courtyards in Ling's mansion. Each has a small garden.

Yu Qingge still held Ling Mojin's hand, and she didn't intend to let go at all.

"Princess, you can let me go now." Ling Mojin glanced at Yu Qingge, but she didn't move her hands away.

"Jin'er, your face has changed too quickly. You were still calling my name in the study just now, but when you come out, the princess is long and the princess is short." Yu Qingge felt uncomfortable when she heard Ling Mojin call her princess again. .

"Although you are the adopted daughter of the emperor, you and I are about the same age. No one will think that you and I are a mother-daughter relationship. If you go back to the house with me, my father will definitely think that you and I trust each other. If we Calling you by that unfamiliar name again may arouse father's doubts." These words are probably the longest words Ling Mojin has ever said since she came into contact with Yu Qingge, but they are explaining herself to Yu Qingge How to hide the ambiguous relationship between them.

"Ling Mojin." Yu Qingge took a deep breath, "I just want to ask you, have you trusted me these days?" She looked straight at Ling Mojin's cold eyes, how long would it take? It doesn't matter to let her fall in love with him, but Yu Qingge can't accept it. At this moment, she still doesn't believe in herself, and feels that she has other plans for approaching her. In the end, no one settled in the heart.

"I believe." Ling Mojin saw that the eyes in front of her, which were usually extremely agile, were flickering with faint pain at this moment. Maybe she couldn't accept her unethical affection, but the feeling that she trusted her from the bottom of her heart was true. real presence.

Hearing Ling Mojin's answer, Yu Qingge's tightly pursed lips suddenly burst into a beautiful smile. Ling Mojin had never seen such a pure smile before. It was not as charming as usual, just a simple smile She felt that such a smile was like a ray of light suddenly appearing in the darkness where you can't see your fingers. It is calm and warm, and people can't help but want to get closer.

"Ling Mojin, you like me, why don't you admit it?" Yu Qingge wanted Ling Mojin to admit her feelings for her. Ling Mojin's heart had obviously been shaken, and she had obviously refused. I'm not so firm anymore, why just refuse to admit it?

"I have been exposed to this kind of ethics since I was a child. I obey my father at home, my husband when I get married, and my son after my husband dies. In addition, my husband is not an ordinary person. He is an emperor and the king of a country." Ling Mojin At this moment, I will no longer refute Yu Qingge's conclusion, my heart is indeed disturbed by her, but secular ethics does not allow her to accept such emotions.

The smile on Yu Qingge's mouth became a little stiff, and the wisps of fire that had just ignited in her eyes seemed to be poured down by a basin of cold water, and her life was gone.

"If these identities are thrown away, I'm not a princess, you're not a queen, there's no longer any barrier between you and me, how dare you face up to your own heart?" Yu Qingge doubts her own charm at this moment, what's the use of being an ordinary person? With so much trouble on her part, with just one look, there are countless people vying to please her.

Such a person, but at the age of eight, has a heart to belong to, and has only lived for one person in the past ten years. She even practiced martial arts to better protect her in the future.

But this is Ling Mojin, not an ordinary person. She grew up with strict ancestral precepts and boring knowledge. What lingers in her ears is how to assist the emperor, how to be a virtuous mother of a country, such a person Even if her heart is moved, she will force herself to restrain herself, because love is not what she needs.

"If there is no if, these identities already exist now, it is destined." This is clearly meant for Yu Qingge, but the last sentence seems to be meant for herself, it is destined, Ling Mojin , It's useless even if you move your heart, you can only strangle it, because you don't need it.

After all, Ling Mojin left on her own, Yu Qingge stared at her back in a daze, her heart ached beyond measure, as if a pair of hands were grabbing her heart and twisting it vigorously, it was clear that Ling Mojin acquiesced to her heart , even Ling Mojin's heart door has been opened to herself, even if there is only a crack in the door.

What Yu Qingge didn't see was that Ling Mojin, who was leaving with her back turned to her, went to the wall not far away and leaned against it, closed her eyes, feeling a slight pain in her heart, Ling Mojin, who was so indifferent before that she couldn't see anything Jin has already begun to refuse the emperor's approach for her sake, and even agreed to let her fall asleep with his arms around her. She has never been so afraid of relying on someone like she is now. She is very afraid, very afraid that there will be a day when she will be desperate. It is beyond redemption.

After returning to the mansion, Ling Jiangxuan walked around the mansion, and saw a woman standing there with her back facing him near his father's yard. Her back was slim and her black hair hung down her back, elegant and graceful like a fairy in a painting. He remembered that there was nothing like this in the mansion. Such a refined woman, the back view is so fascinating, he couldn't help but stepped forward to see her appearance.

"Girl, who are you?" A gentle male voice suddenly came from Yu Qingge's side. Yu Qingge who turned her head moved Ling Jiangxuan's heart, and the feeling just now was broken again. The seductive face in front of her can be called It's so captivating, it makes people feel that they were born to confuse the world, but the slightly raised corners of the eyes are lifeless at the moment, making Ling Jiangxuan feel that the person who makes such a beautiful woman feel sad is so ignorant of pity.

How could he know that the person he secretly thought of was his sister Ling Mojin.

Yu Qingge saw that his eyes were clear and his facial features were quite soft, and he seemed familiar. He was dressed in brocade clothes and a jade belt around his waist. He was probably Ling Mojin's only younger brother, Ling Jiangxuan, so he nodded slightly to him: "Yu Qingge , follow the queen back to the mansion for a few days."

Ling Jiangxuan was taken aback. No wonder she was so shocked. She had already heard that the late Prince Yu’s daughter was born with a lot of money, but she was not an embroidered pillow. It is said that this girl was very skilled in martial arts. She had a lot of experience with Prince Yu when she was young. Now After becoming a princess, it's good to have a personal relationship with my sister, otherwise my sister wouldn't let her come to the mansion with me.

"I'm Ling Jiangxuan, I've heard the name of the princess for a long time, and I'm almost rude to you when I see you today." Ling Jiangxuan said with a smile.

"Oh?" Yu Qingge didn't intend to continue chatting with him, but for the sake of etiquette, he still had to reply: "Why are you being rude?"

"The princess makes me feel like "a smile that captivates the country". No woman has ever made me feel like this." Ling Jiangxuan stood with her hands behind her back, her handsome and feminine face faintly resembled Ling Mojin in the sunlight.

"That means I'm a troublesome woman?" Yu Qingge made a rare joke.

"No, no, this is not what I mean." Ling Jiangxuan quickly clarified, "What I mean is that the princess must be beautiful when she smiles, so beautiful that people are willing to give everything, even the most precious thing, in exchange. This is what I said A smile that captivates the country."

After listening to Ling Jiangxuan's words, the corners of Yu Qingge's lips curled into a faint smile: "Really? Then why is she unwilling to admit that she likes me." This sentence was so soft that Ling Jiangxuan didn't hear it. Ling Mojin didn't hear either.

"I'm tired, let's talk about it another day." After finishing speaking, she didn't look at Ling Jiangxuan again and walked back. As long as it wasn't for Ling Mojin, she couldn't make her desire to communicate, even if Ling Jiangxuan looked like Ling Jiangxuan. Mo Jin is similar, but it's not her after all.

Ling Mojin, who was still behind the wall, opened her eyes and looked at the flowers in full bloom in front of her in a trance. Others may not know Yu Qingge, but Ling Mojin really heard Yu Qingge's love after she left. When talking with Ling Jiangxuan, the coldness in her words has lost the vividness of the past, like a pool of stagnant water.

For the next few days, Yu Qingge lived in the room separated by a wall from Ling Mojin, and no longer stepped into Ling Mojin's room. Ling Mojin said one more word.

Ling Mojin never thought that Yu Qingge would be so decisive, and she distanced herself without saying a word, making Ling Mojin feel that the words she had planned to use to reject her were useless at all, which made her uncomfortable. get used to it.

On the contrary, Yu Qingge answered each of Ling Yusong and Ling Jiangxuan's inquiries one by one, other than that, the whole person was quiet.

In Ling Yusong's eyes, she felt that she was stable and not inferior to her father. In Ling Jiangxuan's eyes, she was beautiful, and her knowledge and insight were much higher than her own. But the idea of ​​wanting to protect came up in my heart, no matter how strong a woman is, she must have a home after all.

In Ling Mojin's eyes, she felt that Yu Qingge had already given up, otherwise why would she not come to harass her these few days? On the surface, Ling Mojin felt relieved, but the sad feeling in her heart was more relaxed than the relaxed one. It feels much more, why did you say you would not give up a few days ago?This changed after only a few days.

After thinking about it in this way, the gloom in Ling Mojin's heart gradually overwhelmed the relaxed feeling, and she felt that she was not used to this kind of life, and the unbridled words and Meng Lang's actions seemed to have integrated into her life.

Mingming Yu Qingge was close at hand, but Ling Mojin began to miss her charming face.