He didn't finish his words because he saw Su Qingli's slightly mocking eyes.

Her eyebrows and eyes were cold, her smile was also cold, and the moonlight falling on her was still very cold.

There is no warmth and no emotion.

"It's me." Su Qingli played with the short knife in her hand, "How about it?"

She didn't know when she started to feel that her young love was a bit ridiculous.

Now that she occasionally thinks about it, she is really confused as to how she fell in love with Feng Guixue and even tolerated him hurting her so much.

Feng Guixue was startled for a moment, as if he didn't expect her to answer so quickly. He frowned: "Li'er, did you and Xiwei have any conflict?"

Su Qingli looked at him without saying a word and felt that it was extremely funny. It was so funny that she didn't want to answer this meaningless question.

conflict?

He actually still asks if there is any conflict between them?

Su Qingli looked at him steadily for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Can you tell me why you did that in the first place?"

"At the beginning?" Feng Guixue was stunned.

"Yes, back then." Su Qingli chuckled, but her eyes were cold, "Why did you put medicine in my rice to mute me, and why did you cut off my tendons and cut my skin to the wind?

Xiwei?"

Now, she just wants an answer.

With the answer, she can completely bury the past and pay tribute to her love that died before it blossomed.

And every time he uttered a word, Feng Guixue's face became paler.

His eyes were full of pain, and his body was trembling slightly: "Li'er..."

"Gui Xue." Su Qingli suddenly called out this long-lost name. She smiled even deeper, "Tell me, why?"

However, this title made Feng Guixue's eyes brighten a bit.

He was silent for a while and then said softly: "Li'er, in that situation, there is no way you can fight against Xiwei. If you win...the people of the Feng family will definitely kill you and drive you out.

.”

"Is it just because of this?" Su Qingli's eyes were calm, as if she was not the one who had suffered these injuries. "Are you doing this to prevent me from being killed or expelled?"

Feng Guixue sighed, and the pain in her eyes became more intense: "Xiwei is very concerned about face, but she will definitely not be able to compare with you. I have no choice, Li'er, this is the only way I can make you stay."

Rather than Li'er being killed or being expelled from the Feng family, he would rather she get hurt.

"Feng Xiwei wants to save face." Su Qingli nodded repeatedly. She smiled and burst into tears. "Could it be that... I don't want it anymore?"

Moreover, why should Feng Guixue make decisions for her?

People from the Feng family dare not kill her. No matter how Feng Xiwei stirs up trouble, the most they can do is to expel her.

In this way, she could return to Shengyuan, which was much better than being trapped in the house with injuries.

Why?

Who is he to decide her life?

"Li'er!" Feng Guixue felt his heart throb and ache. He wanted to hug her as usual, but was easily avoided by Su Qingli.

"Don't come near me." Su Qingli's voice was calm, "Just stand there and don't move."

She didn't control her urge to cry and just let her tears flow down.

"Li'er?" Looking at Su Qingli like this, Feng Guixue could only feel the panic in his heart getting bigger and bigger, as if something precious was about to be gone forever.

"Before returning to Feng's house, I wanted to see you." Su Qingli smiled and cried, "Because I really just want to know whether you are worthy of my love or not."

She once thought that Feng Guixue had some "handle" in Feng Xiwei's hands to do such a thing.

But now it seems that it's not just that.

He did this just to tie her up in Feng's house.

Among them, although there was Feng Xiwei's instigation, Feng Guixue also did it voluntarily.

She originally wanted to ask whether he loved her or Feng Xiwei, but now, there was no need to do so.

"But today, I figured it out." Su Qingli looked up, tears still falling, "You are not worth it, you really make me sick."

This is the person she fell in love with for the first time, but she fell in love with the wrong person!

One sentence made Feng Guixue's face turn pale. He suppressed the shock in his heart: "Li'er, what are you talking about? Don't tell such lies."

"Some of the things I said to you in the past may have been false, but what I said next cannot be true anymore." Su Qingli shook her head, smiled slightly, and said slowly, "

I don’t love you anymore, Gui Xue, not at all.”

——I don’t love you anymore.

——Gui Xue, can I marry you from now on?

Feng Guixue was suddenly stunned. After a while, he laughed, but with a bit of sadness: "Li'er, don't make such a joke. You said... you want to marry me and let me be your only one."

Mr. Wang."

"You know, I never joke." Su Qingli's eyes were indifferent, "What I said was true."

She is the Queen of Saint Yuan!

Feng Guixue's body trembled, and the blood on her lips completely faded.

Su Qingli looked at him and whispered two words: "Goodbye."

The past is completely buried today.

Feng Guixue stood there in a daze, his face so pale that it almost blended into the moonlight.

Su Qingli saw that he had no intention of leaving, so she raised her feet and walked outside.

Just in time, let's go find a tavern outside to relieve our mood.

Su Qingli ignored the "Li'er" calls behind her. She quickly left Feng's house and found the nearest tavern.

It was very late at night, and there was only one lamp burning in the tavern. The shopkeeper leaned aside and was drowsy. When he saw guests coming to the door, he slowly put the wine jar up.

The surroundings were very quiet, and Su Qingli directly picked up the wine jar and drank.

After more than a dozen rounds in a row, she was already drunk, and she lay on the table with her eyes blurry.

The shopkeeper took another look and shook his head: "Another frustrated person."

I don't know when it started raining. The wooden door creaked, revealing a pair of exquisite silver boots.

The visitor was holding an umbrella and had a tall figure. After walking in, he stood in front of the table and looked down at the half-awake and half-asleep woman.

"Ten..." The shopkeeper was startled, and just as he was about to speak, Fusu put his index finger to his lips, signaling to be silent.

He put away the umbrella, sat down next to Su Qingli, and said softly: "Li'er?"

Su Qingli opened her eyes slightly, and could only vaguely see a handsome face. Her eyes moved down and fell on the hands: "So it's you..."

Fusu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Who am I?"

"I've been looking for you for a long time." Su Qingli said in a daze as if she hadn't heard, "Your hands are still so beautiful."

Fusu was silent. It seemed that he was indeed drunk. He only recognized his hand.

"Hey." Su Qingli tilted her head, "Have you been following me? Otherwise, why would you show up every time I get hurt?"

Fusu was slightly startled. He raised his hand, but he didn't know what to do.

"I'm so sad." Su Qingli buried her head in her chest and choked in a low voice, "How could I have loved such a person before?"

Hearing these words, Fusu's heart suddenly shook.

He couldn't hold it back and said comfortingly: "Don't be sad, can I help you kill him?"

"Do you know? I didn't even dare to cry before." Su Qingli didn't know what he was talking about, so she murmured, "When I was a princess, I could only sleep for two hours a day. The tutor told me

Me, crying means weakness, I am the king of Shengyuan, I cannot cry."

Fusu hugged her tighter and his voice became a little hoarse: "You can cry now. Cry if you want. If you cry, I will listen."

Su Qingli was silent for a while, and then she burst into tears, crying very sadly.

She cried and cried, tiredness and drunkenness came up together, and after a long time, she fell into a deep sleep.

When she fell asleep, she curled up like a newborn kitten.

Fusu hugged her, glanced slightly, and suddenly paused when he saw a piece of paper soaked with tears next to the wine jar.

The ink on the paper has not yet dried, so it has obviously been written just now.

It is a poem, a farewell poem. It is only a few lines, but it almost fills up half a life.

Fusu looked at it and then stared.

"I was drunk with a song, and my dream was filled with nothingness, and I forgot how many times the river passed by.

Two butterflies dance, spring comes in March, the willow leaves are green and sparse.
To be continued...