Yan Niang held onto the pillar beside her to steady herself, then looked up at Liang Meng and gave her a very happy smile, as if she was about to reach the place of her dreams.
A place where there is a mother and love. A place where the heart is no longer imprisoned and people can be liberated.
Yes, she was about to be free. She had spent her entire life planning to get this, but in the end, it hadn't belonged to her for even a single day.
Forget it, this life is so worthless! In my next life, I must...
.....What do you want?
Nothing... Nothing at all!!
Seeing Yanniang's intention, Liang Meng raised his arms, wanting to use his spiritual power to save her. But just as his hands were raised, he was stopped by Yanniang's sad plea.
There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.
She no longer had any attachment to this world. Living was nothing more than a walking corpse.
"Master, do you know that the wedding dress I wore on my wedding day is the same dress I'm wearing today. A bright red wedding dress has always been the color of a wife. The one I'm wearing is the color of a concubine."
Yan Niang smiled after she finished speaking, but her smile was very bitter. As she smiled, tears began to flow down her eyes.
"So, from the very beginning, Qi Zhen only had Zhilan in his heart as his wife. And I, who had been with him his entire life, was just a strange concubine... That's all, that's all."
After expressing the last bit of sorrow in her heart, Yan Niang fell resolutely down the mountain like a bird with its wings folded as she watched Liang Meng's eyes suddenly widen.
After a moment, Yanniang's joyful and satisfied laughter seemed to be heard in the wind. The laughter echoed continuously in the mountains, melting away all the past.
Liang Meng stood there motionless for a long time, her eyes were sore and swollen, and two lines of tears fell when her eyelashes trembled slightly.
His arms were still stupidly raised in the air, only a wisp of mountain breeze remained between his fingers.
The tears flowed from her eyes like a river bursting its banks, but she didn't know for whom to grieve.
In this relationship, all three of them ended up with a tragic ending.
Is it worth it or not? Lucky or unlucky?
.......
In the quiet courtyard, under the cool tree, our master lay on a comfortable rattan chair, tossing and turning like a pancake.
As I turned the page, I heard a sad sigh.
As Liang Meng turned over, the rattan chair creaked rhythmically. If the rattan chair could talk, it would definitely complain to Liang Meng: You have lice on your body, tossing and turning.
"Master,"
The big lion was still nestled in his own little seat, his chin supported by his hands, his two big rosy lips pouting like a duck's beak.
It opens and closes as he speaks.
"Why is the Hall Master so sad? Is it because of Qi Zhen?"
The response to the legend was another creaking turn and a long, sad sigh.
If things continue like this, the head of his family will soon be on the verge of depression.
"That's just a mission, Hall Master, don't be so depressed."
The legendary duck mouth opened and closed, and he spoke in a gentle tone, but words that sounded extremely cold and ruthless to Liang Meng's ears.
"Yunmeng Hall is open to welcome guests. They have requests, and we will fulfill their long-cherished wishes. From now on, we will have no further ties. Hall Master,"
Liang Meng suddenly sat up from the rattan chair amidst the legendary muttering.
Chuanqi was startled and stood up from the small chair. There were two red palm prints on his cheeks.
"Tang, Tang Master, what...what happened?"
For a long time, Liang Meng just sat there, his face completely emotionless. As if his soul had been taken away, his eyes fixed on Chuanqi without moving.
Chuanqi was so nervous being stared at that his mouth was drooling. Despite the danger of his family being wiped out, he took a step closer to Liang Meng, bowed slightly, and asked hesitantly in a soft voice.
Without any warning, Liang Meng closed her eyes, curved her mouth, and twisted her expression as she burst into tears.
Legend: !!!!!!
Liang Meng's crying was so shocking that it made the gods and ghosts weep. That image was extremely ugly!
He sat on a rattan chair with his back hunched and his head held high, his mouth open as if he wanted to eat someone, and his eyes closed, howling.
Several vibrant green leaves were shaken to death by the crying, falling from the tree in unwilling and resentful gestures.
Even Ren Chuanqi, who had seen a lot of the world, couldn't help but look at Liang Meng in amazement.
It’s not that he hasn’t seen other people cry before, but he has never seen anyone cry so miserably and so ugly.
He forgot to comfort her for a moment and just stared at Liang Meng with his mouth open.
"I, I,"
Liang Meng, whose face was covered with tears, finally calmed down a little and spoke while hiccuping.
"I just feel so bad. Poor Zhilan! Poor Qi Zhen!"
"Wow... Yan Niang is also pitiful!"
"They're all dead!! They're so miserable!! Wow..."
After saying this, he raised his head and wailed again, shaking the earth and making the tiles on the roof crackle.
"Tang, Hall Master."
Chuanqi looked at Liang Meng at a loss. How could that voice as gentle as a stream withstand Liang Meng's thunderous crying?
It was swallowed up in an instant.
Chuanqi took one look at the dilapidated house and felt that he had to save Yunmeng Hall from the disaster.
He put his hands on his waist, took a horse stance, closed his eyes, and sank his Qi into his Dantian. He shouted at Liang Meng.
"Master, stop crying!"
Liang Meng's crying stopped abruptly.
Legend: ????
"You, you're mean to me?"
After saying this, he pouted and looked like he was about to cry, looking so aggrieved.
"Tang, Hall Master. Legend dare not."
Chuanqi quickly stood up, lowered his head and said something respectfully.
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