Cheng Yang was stunned for a moment, and for the first time he remembered what Xie Xian said today.
"I also prepared a gift for Qing Lingyi, she should have received it."
And what he said.
"There is an unfamiliar maid in the yard. I asked Rong He to arrest her."
He did not force his way into Yu Garden, but turned around and returned to the General's Mansion.
The maid was locked in the dungeon and tied tightly, with a rectangular wooden box placed beside her.
Rong He explained: "Husband, madam said... this needs to be dealt with by the general, this maid, and this box, box, box..."
Cheng Yang looked solemn, leaned over, picked up the wooden box, and opened it.
When he saw the contents, his face became incredibly cold.
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Yu Garden.
Qing Lingyi slept all afternoon before getting up and going to have dinner with Song Yunling.
Song Yunling saw her lowering her eyebrows and eating her food slowly, and couldn't help but ask: "Hmm, did something happen?"
Qing Lingyi shook his head and looked as usual, "It's nothing."
"Then why don't you want to see Cheng Yang? And why don't you go back with him?"
"There is a conflict between the husband and wife." After Qing Lingyi finished speaking, he forced a smile.
Song Yunling felt that things were definitely not that simple.
Qing Lingyi motioned to her, "You should eat too! It's really delicious!"
Song Yunling frowned, thought for a long time, and suddenly suggested: "Let's have a drink together, and then invite the two actors from last time to play the piano and dance the sword for us."
"I won't," Qing Lingyi said, "I've been too sleepy recently, and I have to go to bed later."
Song Yunling became more certain that something must have happened between Qing Lingyi and Cheng Yang.
But Qing Lingyi didn't want to say it, and it was hard for her to ask.
After dinner, Qing Lingyi simply washed up and went back to bed.
Biwei blew out the candle and walked out of the room.
Song Yunling had been waiting outside the door eagerly. When he saw her, he immediately asked: "Biwei, do you know what's going on?"
Biwei sighed and told the truth: "I don't know either."
Song Yunling sighed.
Inside the house at this time.
Qing Lingyi was wrapped tightly in the quilt, shaking and sobbing faintly.
Today in front of the dressing table, she saw those letters.
"Seeing words is like meeting each other. There has been a heavy snowfall during the recent march, and many soldiers in the army froze to death. If you were here, you might be able to avoid it."
"Xianmei: I haven't communicated with you for a long time, but I miss you so much. I don't suffer from the extreme cold, or the war, but I suffer from missing you."
“……”
And so on, the last signature is "Siwei", which is Cheng Yang's surname.
Qing Lingyi understood at that time that this was a letter written by Cheng Yang to Xie Xian.
Even before marrying her, he had been communicating with Xie Xian frequently.
So when they first got married, Cheng Yang was cold and distrustful of her, perhaps not just because of caution, but also because of Xie Xian.
He joins the army, and Xie Xian also joins the army. They understand each other better and need each other more.
If not for the marriage granted by His Majesty, Cheng Yang would definitely marry Xie Xian, and what would happen to her Qing Lingyi?
She was just a stranger who walked in halfway.
She knew nothing about it, and until now, it felt as if her heart had been smashed into pieces and was in pieces.
Qing Lingyi's tears couldn't stop pouring out. She bit her lips and tried not to make a sound.
She cried for two nights in a row.
It was obvious that the circles under her eyes were red and swollen, but Song Yunling and Biwei didn't expose it, and just stayed by her side patiently.
Cheng Yang comes every day and stands outside the door all day long.
But Qing Lingyi refused to see him.
On the third day, it started to rain outside. The autumn rain was cold and biting.
Song Yunling stood on the corridor and looked out, "I heard that Cheng Yang is still waiting at the door."
She turned her head and looked at Qing Lingyi, "Do you want someone to give him an umbrella?"
Qing Lingyi was playing with the tassels under the curtain and said without raising her eyelids: "Don't waste the umbrella."
Song Yunling nodded, "I'll listen to you."
Later that day, the guard came in with word that the general was unconscious.
Song Yunling glanced at Qing Lingyi.
She was drinking the soup with her head down and raised her eyebrows. She probably thought the soup tasted good. She raised her head and said to Biwei, "Come and taste it. This is delicious."
Biwei bent down, and Qing Lingyi scooped up a spoonful and gave it to her.
Song Yunling shrugged his shoulders and said to the guard: "In the future, there is no need to inform us about such trivial matters."
"yes."
After the guard retreated, Song Yunling couldn't help but said: "Yeah, you and him are still husband and wife, and it's not appropriate for you to be here with me after all. In a few days, Mrs. Xue will also come."
Qing Lingyi said calmly: "So I have to leave tomorrow morning."
Song Yunling was stunned.
"I'm going to find my mother." Qing Lingyi said.
"Is your current condition okay?" Song Yunling was very doubtful.
"I'm in good shape now."
Song Yunling didn't believe it.
Qing Lingyi put down the spoon and said seriously for the first time: "I understand now. Cheng Yang is not worthy of my love, let alone my sadness."
Since he likes someone else and has no choice but to marry her, Shoubai can just explain it to her. Why bother with her?
He kissed her, hugged her, and slept with her.
Fortunately, she is not a person who has fallen into despair. She is as cold as a knife.
So even though I like it and even though I am sad, I can calm down in time after crying happily.
She was only seventeen years old, and she still had a long time to come.
Looking back many years later, this experience will be nothing at all.
Cheng Yang is nothing.
She has Bi Wei and Yun Ling.
She will soon find her mother and be the carefree General Xiaoqing she was.
Song Yunling stared at her for a moment and said: "Yeah, this is what I admire most about you. With your temperament, no matter where you go or who you meet in this life, you will never suffer."
Qing Lingyi smiled and continued drinking soup.
The next day, Qing Lingyi and Bi Wei took care of everything, got on the carriage and headed north.
"Madam, what should I call you when I'm out this time?" Bi Wei asked.
"Let's make it three."
Bi Wei is confused, is this really good?
"It's nothing to me anyway. It's just a pseudonym." Qing Lingyi said indifferently.
Biwei nodded.
"Snapped!"
There was a crack of a whip, the carriage screamed in pain, and the carriage almost fell to the ground.
With quick eyes and hands, Qing Lingyi hugged Bi Wei in time to prevent her from running into her.
The driver was also experienced enough and reined in the horse in time.
Qing Lingyi frowned, let go of Biwei, and opened the door.
In front of her, Xie Xian was riding a white horse, holding a whip in her right hand, looking down from a high position.
"Qing Lingyi, long time no see."
"Thank you, girl, what are you doing for me?"
Of course Xie Xian wouldn't say it.
Today was the deadline for her three-day agreement with Cheng Yang. She tried again, but Cheng Yang still rejected her.
What he said was even more hurtful: "Those letters were written by my men imitating my handwriting, and none of them are true. I will only have one wife, Qing Lingyi, in my life. If you dare to be a monster again, I will really kill you."
"It's nothing," Xie Xian said forcefully, "It's just that my subordinates like you very much and want to enjoy the pleasure of men and women with you."
