Long pain and short pain
Leng Yue played with the dagger Shangguan Yan gave her and fell into deep thought.
Gentle and considerate words, meticulous care, handmade gifts... Was Mingri really moved by her? Leng Yue didn't dare to think about it anymore.
That's right, she really liked Mingri. This man, a master of both civil and military skills, this man of stunning beauty, this man with picturesque features, deep affection, gentleness and sincerity, who captivated everyone, how could she not like him? She had already begun to silently like him before he even knew her.
But Leng Yue felt that she was not worthy of the young master. There were thousands of Ming fans, and she was neither the prettiest nor the most talented. What's more, she was clumsy, not good at housework, and had a lot of shortcomings.
Leng Yue feels that she is not capable of taking responsibility for Ouyang Mingri's lifelong happiness.
"I have to leave. A short pain is worse than a long one." Leng Yue thought as he tightened his grip on the dagger.
"Cold Moon."
Hearing Mingri's voice, Leng Yue was startled and quickly hid the dagger under the quilt.
"What are you doing?" Mingri asked.
Leng Yue forced out an awkward smile and shook her head.
Mingri stared at her with sharp eyes, slowly walked to the bed, and took out the dagger from the quilt.
"Is this world really not worth your nostalgia?"
Leng Yue lowered her head and fiddled with her hair helplessly.
"What happened to the once hopeful Leng Yue?"
Leng Yue avoided Mingri's gaze guiltily.
Mingri sighed and said coldly, "Don't even think about committing suicide again."
After saying that, he took away all the scissors, needles and thread and other items in Leng Yue's room.
In the room.
Mingri pulled out Leng Yue's dagger and examined it carefully. It was an exquisitely sharp dagger, comfortable to hold. How much of her blood had been stained on this thin blade? He had seen her stare blankly at the dagger many times. Why did she want to die so much? Was she truly not afraid of death?
Ever since Leng Yue returned from her near-death experience, she's been gloomy and unhappy, spending her days in a daze or in tears. Now, she's even attempted suicide. What happened that day when she returned to the Shenyue Sect? How could such a perfectly normal person end up like this?
The cold moon in the past wasn't cold at all, but fresh and warm like a flower blooming in the morning light. But now...
Shangguan Yan has a cold exterior but a warm heart, but Leng Yue now has a coldness that comes from deep within her bones, chilling her heart to the bone.
Mingri feels that he understands her less and less.
The weather was unbearably hot and finally it started to rain heavily.
Leng Yue put on simple clothes and sat on the stone skirt of the corridor, leaning against the pillar to watch the rain, not even noticing that the rain had soaked her clothes.
"Since ancient times, the sentimental have been saddened by separation." She murmured.
"Don't you care about yourself?" Mingri sighed.
Leng Yue looked back at Ming Ri and said with a smile, "Thank you, sir. Leng Yue is fine now."
Mingri shook his head helplessly, walked over and said, "Although your injury has healed, your vitality has not yet recovered. You can't stand the heat of the ground and the humidity of the rain." As he spoke, he extended his hand to Leng Yue.
Leng Yue took Ming Ri's hand and slowly stood up, lowering her head and saying, "Thank you, sir."
"You call me Master?"
Leng Yue did not answer.
"Am I just a young master in your heart?"
Leng Yue lowered her head and said nothing, biting her lips nervously.
"What happened? What's wrong with you? Why don't you tell me?"
Leng Yue wanted to escape, but was stopped by Mingri.
He wanted an answer. However, she didn't want to tell him the answer. But now, was there any other choice?
She could only answer truthfully: "Leng Yue doesn't dare to have any improper thoughts about you."
"Unreasonable desires?"
"Leng Yue is not worthy of you, sir." Leng Yue said with her head down.
"Is this your reason?" Mingri looked into Lengyue's eyes.
Leng Yue also raised her head, looked directly into Ming Ri's eyes, and said, "Leng Yue is telling the truth."
"Tell me the truth?" Ming Ri stared at her intently, feeling that the woman before him was strangely unfamiliar. After a long pause, he smiled self-deprecatingly and turned around, saying, "It's lonely up there."
Looking at Mingri's lonely back, Leng Yue murmured, "I'm sorry."
At midnight, a ghost floated into Leng Yue's room. He was dressed in white, holding an iron fan, looking elegant and charming, with a charming smile.
"What a beauty." The ghost smiled, waving a fan.
The person on the bed was sleeping soundly. The ghost slowly closed the iron fan, jumped lightly, and stepped on Leng Yue's body.
Leng Yue just moved but didn't wake up. The ghost smiled and shook his head, adding weight to press down.
Leng Yue, who was soundly asleep, suddenly felt something pressing down on her body, and she immediately woke up. However, due to her deep sleepiness, she did not open her eyes, but only muttered softly, "Go, go, go!"
The weight on her body was relieved a little, and Leng Yue was about to turn over and continue sleeping. Unexpectedly, the weight pressed down again, heavier than before, making Leng Yue breathless.
"Tsk!" Leng Yue growled, opened his eyes, and there was nothing in the room, but the weight on his body was still there.
"Get down here!" Leng Yue said unhappily.
All of a sudden the weight on my body disappeared.
Leng Yue breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and continued to sleep. This wasn't the first time she'd encountered a situation like this, and usually, she'd be fine if she chased them away.
Unexpectedly, someone hit her back with something. Leng Yue turned around and was hit on the head again.
"Oh, who is it?!" Leng Yue was annoyed.
"Hehe." A charming laugh came from the air.
Leng Yue sat up, rubbed his eyes, and said angrily: "Hurry up and register."
"I am playing with the moon." The ghost said, "Can't you see me, young lady?"
"It's good enough that I can hear you speak." Leng Yue said coldly, "I can't see your face, how can I believe that you are Nong Yue?"
"Since you know everyone's situation so well, you must be very familiar with mine as well. Why don't you ask me some questions to verify the truth?"
"Okay," Leng Yue thought for a moment and asked, "Where are you buried?"
"Sima's abandoned house."
"Why did Ban Tianyue go to the tomb on that day?"
"Because Xing'er, under my orders, brought the Hehuan Powder to lure Bantianyue. Bantianyue saw through the plan and came to the tomb in a rage."
"Okay, then let me ask you again, didn't Ouyang Mingri extend your life? Why couldn't you be resurrected?"
"Indeed, Sai Huatuo once tried to extend my life with the Kongming Seven-Star Lamp, but the lamp eventually went out. However, Sai Huatuo's efforts were not in vain. He injected his inner energy into my soul. Although I was not resurrected, my soul can move freely between heaven and earth. Now I have come to you, young lady, to ask for your help."
Leng Yue nodded and said, "I see. You know me so well, it's obvious that you have been monitoring me all the time. I am very unhappy about this and don't want to help you. What should I do?"
"I have indeed been observing the young lady, but not intentionally, simply searching for an opportunity. At first, I didn't know whether she was a friend or foe, so I didn't dare act rashly. Later, she went to the Divine Moon Sect, and every move she made was inconvenient. Nong Yue didn't dare show up to ask for help, fearing that she would be in trouble. Recently, the young lady was seriously injured, so Nong Yue waited until today to show up. I hope Miss Leng Yue will forgive me."
Hearing this, Leng Yue finally confirmed that the invisible figure was indeed Nong Yue himself. She had always had a fondness for this character when she first watched the TV series, and when Nong Yue died, she secretly lamented for a long time. Now that there was a chance to revive him, Leng Yue was naturally willing to help.
So she said, "Okay, tell me what to do."
"The girl needs someone to help her."
Tomorrow I will play the flute in the yard, and the sound of the flute will be filled with deep sadness and helplessness.
He thought about the phrase "Leng Yue is not worthy of you" -- not worthy? What does it mean to be not worthy, and why is it not worthy?
He is indeed extremely talented, knowing everything about astronomy and geography, and being proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but these are only the result of more than ten years of continuous efforts. How could they become an obstacle to the relationship?
"Even if my ambitions are as high as the sky, what does it matter? I'm still just an ordinary person with an ordinary heart. Tomorrow I just want a warm home, a devoted partner, and to be together until we grow old together. Is this really too much to hope for?"
Thinking of his own life experience and life experiences, Mingri couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "I was abandoned by my biological father since I was a child. My brother Yishan sacrificed himself for me, my biological sister left me, and now my father has gone crazy. No wonder Miss Shangguan doesn't like me, and you don't like me either. What's good about me? I'm just an ominous person!"
Mingri raised his glass and drank it all. He picked up the wine jug and was about to pour another glass when a delicate little hand held him down.
Leng Yue grabbed the wine pot and drank it with his head held high. He quickly stood up and grabbed the wine pot from Leng Yue's hand: "What are you doing!"
"I'll drink with you." Before he could finish his words, he accidentally choked and started coughing.
Mingri placed the wine jug on the stone table, patted her back, and said coldly, "If you can't drink, don't try to be so stubborn."
Leng Yue's face flushed from coughing, and she looked at Ming Ri with a smile. In an instant, Leng Yue seemed to have turned back into the Leng Yue of the past, the Leng Yue with a bright, warm and refreshing smile.
Looking at her smile, Mingri felt warm in his heart, and the sadness was immediately relieved a lot.
He said softly, "Sit down."
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