When I met Sima Jingxuan again, I was in Xueju.
At that time, the dusk was closing, and he came late with the heater.
After seeing him, Ji Qingxue was briefly surprised in her eyes, but after thinking about it, she still asked him: "your injury is better?"
Sima Jing nodded softly, "well, nothing. This little injury is nothing to me."
Ji Qingxue took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer and pushed it to Sima Jingxuan: "last time I went to get you the wound medicine, you left by yourself. I've been staying here all the time. I think when you may come and give it to you again."
"Do you know I will come again?" Sima Jingxuan said with a little trembling. Does that mean he still has hope?
Ji Qingxue couldn't look directly into his hot and strong eyes. She gently looked away: "you can give it to you if you don't come to my Xueju. The wound medicine has always been sold well."
This vaguely expresses Ji Qingxue's meaning. It's just a friendship for you. It doesn't matter whether you come or not. It's OK to make money by selling.
Sima Jingxuan's eyes suddenly became dim. He said low, "Qingxue, what I said last time didn't cause your trouble?"
Ji Qingxue shakes her head calmly and firmly. She always knows what she needs, so she doesn't like dragging mud and water, and won't let others control her mood.
Suddenly there was heavy snow outside the door. Sima Jing hung and stuffed the stove into her hand without saying a word.
"I brought this heater all the way from my residence. Now it has been covered by me. Your hands and feet are always cold. Take care of your body. I also prepared some nourishing things for you. I will send someone to give them to you tomorrow."
In the face of Ji Qingxue, Sima Jingxuan was like most romantic CHILDES. He only focused on pleasing his beloved girl, just romantic and romantic, and had nothing to do with imperial power and wealth.
There was a steady stream of warmth in his hand. Ji Qingxue thought what he said last time was clear enough: "Sima Jingxuan, you don't have to treat me like this."
Once upon a time, Ji Qingxue was a man without a heart. After meeting nangongyan, nangongyan gave him a heart.
But the position of this heart is very narrow and can no longer accommodate others.
The more Sima Jing is kind to her, the deeper Ji Qingxue's guilt will be.
Sima Jingxuan looked very calm, as if all this was taken for granted: "I am willing to do all this. You don't have to bear any burden."
"Why me?" Ji Qingxue wondered. He didn't have much contact with him. When did he start thinking about himself?
For a long time, Sima Jingxuan said, "because it can only be you."
This sentence is really inexplicable.
Ji Qingxue's eyebrows were cold. As soon as she raised her hand and threw her foot, Sima Jingxuan seemed to think of the appearance of seeing her when she was a child.
His eyes were wet, like a frightened deer, which crashed into his arms in a panic.
"Sima mirror hanging..."
"The first time I saw you was in Dayan palace. You looked at me with timidity, but it was so bright and clean, so I couldn't help wanting to be close to you."
The word "bright and clean" is used on Ji Qingxue. Ji Qingxue will only think whether this person's brain is broken.
She did save a lot of people, but she also killed a lot of people. She is not very good-natured. She can even be said to be a little tyrannical. One day someone would describe her like this.
"But I'm different from when you first met." I'm a ghost from another world, I'm not her.
Sima Jing's eyes were bright: "Qingxue, you know some people don't stop until they reach their goals."
What's the meaning of this? Euphemistically, won't he give up?
Ji Qingxue didn't respond to him, and Sima Jingxuan didn't care. He just said to himself, "after tonight, I'll go back to the kingdom of Wei. If one day you figure it out, come to me, and I'll wait for you at any time."
Ji Qingxue said softly, "you don't have to wait for me. I won't take the road leading to you."
Sima Jing shook his head: "don't say Qingxue's words too early. Maybe you'll find out in the end that I'm the best person for you."
Then Sima Jing hung up and wanted to leave. He seemed to think of something and looked back at Ji Qingxue: "can Qingxue give me a wish before leaving?"
Ji Qingxue said quickly, "it's easy to say anything except talking about money."
Sima Jing hung his mouth slightly: "call me mirror hanging."
In addition to resentment, no one has ever seriously called this name, and others seem to think he doesn't exist.
So there was a time when he hated himself until he met the little girl who hurriedly ran into his arms.
Sima Jingxuan is not a good man. He has done a lot of bad things, but he doesn't think he is wrong, but he will hate himself in the dead of night.
The little girl was white moonlight in his heart. Only when he stayed by her side did Sima Jingxuan feel that he would be redeemed.
Ji Qingxue twisted her eyebrows. Facing the expectant eyes, she couldn't refuse.
"Mirror suspension."
Sima Jing hung at that moment and smiled very gently and affectionately: "Qingxue hopes that when we meet next time, you call me that too."
Sima's mirror hung out of the door, and the wind and snow immediately poured into his collar, blowing his robes and hunting.
Sima Jing hung with gloomy eyes. Qingxue, I promise you that I will become the king of the kingdom of Wei.
I will use this world as the bride price to marry you. I won't care who you are, the princess or the child you are pregnant with.
The world I want, you and I want.
Ji Qingxue packed up her things and was ready to go out. As soon as she looked up, she saw Nangong Yan standing at the door with an oil paper umbrella.
The snow covered the umbrella surface. Nangong Yan held the umbrella handle with distinct bony joints. Behind him was the flying snow. It looked like a splash of ink from a distance, quiet and distant.
Ji Qingxue came to him and said with a smile, "when did you come?"
Nangongyan's low voice suddenly sounded: "it's been a while."
For a while? The Sima mirror hung him
Nangong Yan's ability to penetrate people's hearts, he said coldly, "I know he's coming, and I heard what you said."
"Nangong Yan, I..."
Nangong Yan tidied her skirt with her hand: "you and I are husband and wife. There is no need to say more about other words."
Ji Qingxue smiled and felt very satisfied.
In the wind and snow, Nangong Yan holds Ji Qingxue in his arms.
"Ah Xue, let's go back."
Ji Qingxue replied, "OK."
The wind and snow were still howling, almost drowning their conversation.
ââAh Xue, I really shouldn't have opened this medical school for you.
ââYou know you lost your family.
ââYou haven't had time with me since you opened this hospital.
ââCheapskate. Don't I make money to support my family?
ââUm. Since my wife is responsible for making money to support my family, I'll be responsible for being as beautiful as flowers.