My Wife Has Been Blackened

Qiye fell to the ground on the spot.

She cried and wanted to see the young master, but she didn't know that Rong Ling had really come back at this time.

Yunzheng watched with her own eyes in her dream, and Rong Ling kept looking at the original owner, but when she saw the nanny, her expression became extremely calm.

Qiye cried and crawled to Rong Ling, begging Rong Ling to give Yunzheng a shelter and begging Rong Ling to help Yunzheng.

Unexpectedly, Rong Ling frowned, looking very elegant, and called the servant to drag Qiye away.

In front of everyone, he told the ugly-faced grandma that he did not have anyone he liked, nor did he make any arrangements for marriage.

I don’t even know Yunzheng.

Originally, the old lady's expression was extremely ugly when her son came back, and she kept making faces at Rong Ling. When she heard Rong Ling's words, she burst into laughter.

Then he pulled the nanny through the door.

Yunzheng suddenly called out "Brother Rong Ling" with a pale face...

In that one sentence, his voice was filled with all the lovesickness and helplessness, and his eyes when he looked at Rong Ling were almost full of sorrow and pleading.

Rong Ling only glanced at it and then turned his eyes away, took a slight breath and clenched his fists.

With just one word, they were driven out of the No. 1 Scholar's Palace.

That day, Yunzheng fell ill.

She even vomited on the man in fine clothes at the door of the inn. Fortunately, the man was reasonable and saw that the two masters and servants were in poverty, so he gave them a large ingot of silver.

It's just that Yunzheng couldn't hold it any longer.

After staying for a few days, the inn found that she was seriously ill, so they kicked them out.

Qiye cried and begged, but no one listened. She kept it secret every day and asked someone to prepare medicine outside before bringing her in. Unexpectedly, she was still discovered.

On the day he was kicked out of the inn, the capital was a bustling place, with red makeup everywhere, and joy everywhere.

Yunzheng didn't know the reason, but felt a little sad after seeing it.

Until she saw the groom riding a tall horse, supported by everyone, passing through the street with a smile, Yunzheng felt cold all over.

The face suddenly turned pale, and all the blood in his body was drained away.

Qiye could only hug her tightly, but only felt that her whole body was getting colder.

The bride and groom entered the No. 1 Scholar's Palace. Rong Ling held his beloved wife in his hands. There was no smile in his eyes, but he still held the princess tightly.

That night, before the marriage was consummated, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he was being squeezed tightly by a pair of big hands, kneading and kneading.

The pain was so painful that he could barely breathe.

Princess Shuyuan wanted to change his clothes, but he pushed her away with one hand. She saw that his face was indifferent and as cold as ice. She had never seen this face before.

Yunzheng saw it in his dream.

It turned out that the original owner was so irritated on the day of their wedding that he died of anger on the spot in the bustling fire.

He died in depression with grievances and resentment.

They were playing and playing in front of them, and they were full of joy. Qiye held her body and cried on the street, kneeling and begging for help, but no one came to help. Qiye held her until her head was crushed, and her eyes were blurred from crying. Holding the cold body in his arms, he still knelt there until it rained.

Later, Yunzheng saw her burning the body with a calm expression.

Burn all the letters that the original owner brought along the way. These are the letters that Rong Ling wrote to her over the years and asked her to wait for him. Yunzheng has been supported by those beliefs all this way.

Qiye never smiled again. Her eyes were blind and she could barely see people. She could only vaguely see the night and day.

While she was doing all this, the two masters of the Number One Scholar's Mansion began to talk in harmony with each other, playing the piano and the harp in perfect harmony.

Qiye walked through many places holding the ashes, showing her the world. Although she could no longer see it, the girl could.

She always remembered that Yunzheng wanted to go out and take a look, but she also wanted to wait for Rong Ling to come to her.

Three years later, she stood in front of the gate of the Number One Scholar's Mansion again.

It's just that now the number one scholar is no longer the number one scholar. He has become a highly respected minister and has become the prime minister of the dynasty, and has even begun to control the government's affairs.

Princess, there were even rumors that he didn't get along with her and wouldn't enter her room for several years.

Nanaba stood at the door and sneered.

She knew that since Rong Ling gained more and more control over the court half a year ago, Rong Ling had been looking for Yunzheng all over the world. Qiye knew, but never showed up.

At this time, Rong Ling, who was holding the urn and full of pressure, hurried over, and she actually smiled.

"Where is Yunzheng? Where is Yunzheng? Tell me where is Yunzheng? Where did you hide Yunzheng?" Rong Ling's eyes were red, and he was so full of high-ranking officials that Qiye didn't react at all.

Seeing her indifferent expression, Rong Ling scratched in front of her with both hands without blinking her eyes.

"What's wrong with your eyes? I asked you to stay with her. Where is she?"

"I have been with her, crying my eyes out. She has been waiting for you to marry her. It's a pity... but she waited until you married someone else in person, and she watched you become husband and wife in person!" Qiye stroked the urn in his hand.

Her young lady is the simplest and kindest.

And most of all, I am dead-set.

It's a pity that I trusted the wrong person.

"You guys, did you see it? Did you also see it then? No, I will explain to her. Now I am no longer afraid of the emperor, nor am I afraid of the princess. I am now inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people! I can marry her!" "

"If I didn't marry the princess, I would never reach this height in my life. I do it for her, I do it for her!" Rong Ling clenched her fist slightly, not knowing whether it was for Yunzheng or her own selfishness.

Nanaba chuckled.

He just handed her the urn in his hand, and nothing else mattered. What's the importance of that? The lady only wants him alone. She is not interested in any glory or wealth.

Rong Ling was stunned as she held the urn, looking at the urn in a daze.

After that, Qiye didn't care anymore, and she couldn't see him anyway.

After leaving the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, I touched the majestic stone lion at the door. It was here that the young lady suffered all kinds of grievances and pains.

"Miss, this slave will always follow you and still serve you!" He murmured softly and bumped into the stone lion.

Blood splattered on the spot, and he died.

After that, Rong Ling went crazy.

He frantically gathered people's hearts in the court, and finally ousted the emperor, imprisoned him, and killed the ministers one by one.

All the people who opposed were suppressed and burned to death. The people were miserable and God was angry.

After the princess knew everything, she escaped from the Prime Minister's Mansion and found Rong Ling in the name of Yunzheng.

He blocked the room and burned himself and Rong Ling alive. Holding Rong Ling, who kept kicking him and hitting her, and cutting her with a dagger, she refused to let go and pulled him to die in the sea of ​​fire.

No one knew that she had not consummated her marriage with Rong Ling until her death.

Rong Ling alone caused countless tragedies in this world. After his death, it rained heavily for three days. It seems that she is also crying.

Yunzheng felt a sharp pain in her heart after waking up from her dream.

When I saw Qiye's living face, I felt even more distressed.

It turns out that she came here to change the tragedy.

And be nice to that girl named Qiye...