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After eight years, Song Baozhen returned to the capital.
The horse-drawn carriage passed through the Imperial Street, the streets were lined with jewels, and the people were noisy.
She lifted the curtain to admire it and wrote to her fiancé:
"The capital is as prosperous as ever..." She detailed everything and wrote briskly, "Brother Qing, this is the last letter I send you."
"Because, I'm here to marry you~^O^"
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Stable the Marquis Mansion.
Lu Qingheng's face brightened when he received the letter, and he wrote back to discuss the marriage.
Who knows how many months have passed...
The man who kept saying he wanted to marry him disappeared into the sea and was never heard from again.
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One day, Lu Qingheng's sister hosted a banquet for her new friends.
As he passed by Bitaodi, he heard a sweet female voice:
"You may not believe it... I have been corresponding with my fiancé for eight years. When I returned to Beijing a few days ago, I found out that the letters had been sent to the wrong person... And that person really wanted to marry me!"
My sister asked: "Then what should you do?"
"I don't like him." The woman who spoke bit her lip, her eyes were bright and her eyebrows were light, her face was soft and delicate, but her words were heartless.
"I have already written back, saying that I am dead. I just hope that he will believe it and forget about me soon."
Lu Qingheng stopped walking, stared at her back with his eyebrows furrowed, and raised his thin lips for a while: "Ha."
Song Baozhen, who was talking eloquently, said: "QWQ. Why is my back suddenly feeling cold!"
Small Theater 1
Lu Qingheng met Song Baozhen for the first time. At that time, he was unable to see due to an accident.
That day was the Lantern Festival, and there was an endless stream of tourists.
He and his entourage were dispersed by the crowd, and they met her face to face. She took him to a secluded place, gave him a rabbit lantern, and spoke with a smile.
"Brother, hold it. Others will not hit you easily when they see the light."
He didn't know what she looked like, but he remembered that voice for a long time.
The night before leaving Beijing, the little girl came looking for him with eyes red from crying.
It was dark, and she whispered to the side of his face: "I will write to you, and you must marry me when I come back."
Lu Qingheng's eyebrows were heavy, he thought for a long time, and finally responded with a dull face.
"Okay."
She recognized the wrong person at that time, but deceived his sincerity.
Small Theater 2
Song Baozhen and Lu Qingheng got married many years ago.
Song Baozhen turned over a fragrant flower note in his study.
She just thought it was someone who gave him the love note, and she was teasing him and blowing his ears:
"Brother Qing, when you receive this letter, I will be dead. (There are some red marks) There is no need to send letters to Bao Niang in the future... Just burn them..."
? ? ? The moment he remembered it, Song Baozhen's face turned crimson.
Lu Qingheng asked her: "Does it look familiar?"
Song Baozhen took a few steps back: "^~^Somewhat."
"Ha." Lu Qingheng raised his dark eyebrows lightly, pulled her over and pressed her down on the desk, "It's nice to think about it."
Song Baozhen: "O_o!!!"
Purpose: love and sincerity
