Under Sima Jing''s fierce gaze, the ninth day of junior high school finally couldn''t stand it. He simply broke the jar and told the truth: "of course, I didn''t make this wedding dress, but... It was made by Mencius earlier."

Sima Jing hung his eyelashes and trembled slightly, as if he couldn''t believe it: "what are you talking about?"

This wedding dress was made by Mencius. No wonder he fits so well.

Mencius Qi has served him for more than ten years. Naturally, no one knows the size of Sima mirror hanging better than her.

But why did she secretly make wedding clothes?

The ninth day of junior high school said angrily, "she made this wedding dress earlier. She said she hoped you could wear her own clothes when you get married."

On the ninth day of junior high school, he looked at him and said deliberately, "but I don''t think you can see her craft."

This was told by Mencius before she became a female Gu. The wedding dress was put in the Jinse garden where she lived.

If possible, she hopes to give the clothes to Sima Jing on the ninth day of junior high school.

On the ninth day of junior high school, I couldn''t understand. It was clear that Mencius loved Sima Jingxuan so much that he had to make wedding clothes for him and other women himself. Didn''t he find abuse himself?

When she saw the wedding dress, she really wanted to burn it on the ninth day of the ninth day, but she couldn''t do it in the end.

After all, this is the intention of Mencius.

On the ninth day of the ninth day, he stared at the man in front of him: "Sima Jing hung. I asked her why she did this. Do you know what she answered me?"

Sima Jingxuan didn''t answer, but his face turned white.

The ninth day of junior high school said to herself, "she said she knew she didn''t deserve you, but she still wanted to do something for you. She sewed all her thoughts in this wedding dress. Can you understand such feelings?"

The ninth day left, leaving Sima Jing, dressed in a red wedding dress, standing in a daze.

He didn''t know how to describe his mood at the moment, but he was really sad.

This feeling is like an invisible hand holding her throat tightly, so that he can''t breathe at all.

……

In the afternoon, the palace man sent the wedding dress to Xueqing palace.

"Come and try the wedding dress, girl. If it''s not appropriate, the slaves and maidservants have to change it overnight."

Ji Qingxue sat by the window, holding his chin in both hands: "don''t try, just put your clothes there."

"It''s ok if you don''t try this dress. What if it doesn''t fit and get married tomorrow?"

Ji Qingxue turned to look at her: "I said I didn''t have to try, just don''t have to try. If you''re wordy, believe it or not, I cut this wedding dress with a pair of scissors?"

It''s all fake anyway. It doesn''t matter whether you wear wedding clothes or not.

The only person she recognized in her heart was Nangong Yan, even if she worshipped heaven and earth with him!

Frightened by her appearance, the maid quickly bent down and saluted: "don''t be angry, girl. I''ll step down now."

The one in front of us is the master of the harem. They slaves dare not provoke easily.

……

It was getting dark. Sima Jing didn''t rest in his own Taiyuan palace, but went to Jinse garden.

He took several jars of wine and sat on the chair. He first put a jar of wine on the opposite side, and then he held the jar and began to drink.

After he took a big gulp, he looked at the opposite side and muttered to himself, "Mencius, you are really good! So you won''t let me go!"

You even made me a wedding dress. Don''t you like me? What kind of wedding dress did you make?

Sima Jing hung his voice a little angrily: "you have been with me for more than ten years. Haven''t I taught you? As long as you like it, you have to get it by any means. But what do you mean now?"

Sima Jing can see that this Mencius period is clearly to retreat for progress. He wants to make himself feel guilty in this way and make himself restless for the rest of his life.

"If you really want to make me feel guilty, you have succeeded in Mencius period." Sima Jingxuan said with a wry smile.

Why?

When she was there, she didn''t find anything special about her. But now she is not who she was. Sima Jingxuan always thinks of her in his spare time.

On the ninth day of the ninth day, he asked Sima Jingxuan whether he understood the feelings of Mencius. He didn''t understand, so he filled himself with several jars of spirits in an attempt to anesthetize himself with wine.

In fact, most people and things in the world are like this. It''s meaningless to see too clearly and think too clearly.

"Come on, let''s continue to drink one!" Sima Jing said opposite, holding the wine jar.

Mencius also lived in Jinse garden for a while before. Sima Jingxuan came to her for a drink when she was upset.

Every time I see her, no matter how big things are, Sima Jingxuan will easily solve them, and even feel much better.

At that time, Sima Jing didn''t think it was anything, but now he can''t have it anymore.

Mencius love is too obscure and too heavy. The only thing she can give Sima Jingxuan is company.

Sima Jing doesn''t understand. Maybe he has begun to understand what love is now.

But he started too late.

Many people are like this. Only when things are irreparable will they wake up.

But the awakening at that time had no other effect except to make yourself more uncomfortable.

Sima Jingxuan drunk himself. He fell on the table. When he was drunk, he seemed to see Mencius period.

She was dressed in plain clothes and hung a coral chain from her neck. As usual, she sat opposite her.

She asked softly, "how are you?"

Sima Jingxuan originally wanted to say well, but the word was stuck in his throat and couldn''t say it.

"Not good. Ziqi, I''m not good at all." Sima Jingxuan said drunk.

Mencius smiled, reached out and touched his sideburns, gently said, "but you chose it yourself."

Sima Jingxuan shook his head desperately: "no, no!"

"What''s wrong?"

"Nothing is right!" Sima Jingxuan asked hurriedly, "can you come back, Ziqi?"

"Why?" Mencius asked, "didn''t you choose to give up me?"

Every word kills the heart and gouges out Sima''s mirror.

"I regret it." Sima Jing looked at the man in front of him, "son, come back."

"Don''t you marry her? She''s the one you''ve been longing for for for years."

"Who, do you say Qingxue?" Sima Jing said vaguely, "I don''t want her, I want you, I just want you. Will you come back?"

It was not unimportant, but too important. It''s important that she seems to be integrated into her own blood, so ordinary but indispensable.

Sima Jingxuan may not remember this memory after waking up, but he was honest with himself and Mencius at least once.

After all, most of the time, people always like to live in a muddle, and it is rare to be loyal to their hearts.

Living involuntarily is also a kind of practice.