Green plums are like beans and willows are like eyebrows, and butterflies fly as the day goes by.
Ruan Qingcong saw Wen Xiaowu again, and she had become the concubine of the salt merchant.
The girl who used to have a bright smile is now leaning on the salt merchant's shoulder, with a deliberately cultivated charm in her eyes.
…
He couldn't believe it was true.
He vowed to marry her.
But she was as cold as autumn frost, telling him not to have such wishful thinking.
He just thought that his old friend didn't want him to be dragged down, and he was full of love and vowed not to give up.
Until later, the salt merchant got tired of playing with her and sold her to the third son of the Ning family.
Ruan Qingcong looked at the two of them, newlyweds, and realized that he was just wishful thinking.
When I was young, the long alley was full of peach blossoms.
It was a beautiful spring day again that year, with peaches as bright and beautiful as frost, and she was infamous for killing her husband.
Ruan Qing never changed his expression and only stood up and admitted that he was the murderer.
After all, Tanhua Lang's murder was a big deal, causing the city of Yangzhou to explode.
Her face was solemn, her eyes were dark and deep, and the bottom was invisible, "Why?"
The puzzled tone and long eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he had asked him "Why can little swallows fly" when he was a child.
He smiled, "Because you owe it first, and you will pay it back to me in the next life."
He wants her to owe him.
I won't be able to pay it off in one lifetime, two lifetimes, three lifetimes...
I owe him all my life.
Maybe he's crazy.
Completely crazy and joyful.
The stars are about to turn, and it is difficult to stay in the sea.
He smiled and stepped forward, "Have you forgotten what you owed me in your last life?"
"What a shameful thing..."
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