After eight years of waiting, she loved him as her own, and even the little baby beside him as her own. If you are sincere and sincere, gold and stone will open. She held the beauty back in her arms, and their love was like glue for a year. But just when she thought everything was settled, the lover left her without saying goodbye and crushed her erotic dream. She caught up with the man's carriage. "Feng Yuan, is the illusory life what you really want? Do you want it to the point where you can give up on me?" "A Yuan, stay, please, stay. Don't, don't do this to me." The curtain fell, isolating the woman's hazy tearful eyes, and drained away the last trace of warmth in Bo Liang's heart. As a result, there was missing a pretty girl named Ah Jing in the fields, and there was a wanton and unrestrained prince of a different surname named Luo Huaijing in the imperial capital Heyang City, who was full of love and beauty, playing in the grass. Then the peach blossoms continued and the willow trees filled their arms. Even the unfaithful person came to the door. "A Jing, I, I don't know..." "Feng Fenghuo, this A Jing is an idiot, but she has a cold heart, so in the end she didn't bother to take what she couldn't get. In Xiaoyu Village, she personally cut off the ray of insignificance that others despised, and she went with him. There is no A Jing in this world now, and she will never be mentioned again." Huai Jing smiled lightly, generous and decent. Ignoring the man's increasingly pale complexion and slightly trembling body as he spoke his heart-wrenching words. "A-Jing, no, I, I didn't..." The man shook his hands and stretched out to the cold-faced, calm man opposite, trying to grab her Qingxiu that wanted to go. "Husband, you remembered wrong again. You should call me Your Highness King Jing." She moved her sleeves calmly, and finally walked away without caring about the meteor.