The more you climb, the more difficult it becomes. The walls of the rocks eroded by the wind are full of sharp stones. Before climbing, you must take a careful look and then fumble on the rock wall with your hands, and try to avoid those sharp stones.

Like Yelu Deer and others walking on the flat ground, Ye Wanru's speed had dropped a lot at this time, and the place close to the hillside was already a little breathing. The strong man who was about to speed still remained calm.

Ye Wanru let out a few breaths, and the banging heartbeat was clearly reflected in her ears. She lowered her eyes slightly and looked below. The people on the ground looked only one inch in size, and suddenly a sense of dizziness followed.

Her body shook gently, and her heart suddenly became panicked. She quickly pressed against the stone wall, her hands did not dare to relax at all, and her fingers exposed outside the rabbit skin guard grabbed the rock with force.

A rapid breath blew on the rock walls, and a layer of floating dust sprayed all over his face with his breath. Fortunately, his eyes were closed in time, otherwise the dust would definitely blow into his eyes.

Just as she was feeling a little grateful for her closing her eyes in time and feeling scared of her actions just now, Gu Qinglin, who was not far from Ye Wanru's right, had already been hanging again and again, and finally let go.

That flash almost made him feel scared just now. If a climber is a little dizzy, it is most taboo to look down. The air on the mountain is already less, which will cause people to feel dizzy. If you are not careful, you may fall down.

Retracting his feet to the left, Gu Qinglin lay on the cliff and slowed down his overly nervous heart. He had never been so nervous when he attacked the enemy camp at night and burned food and grass, but the thrill caused by the violent heartbeat just now made him tense up all over.

As I climbed higher and higher, no one could speak now. I could only hear the sound of climbing the rocks. The sound of the wind and the whistle of the snow tiger from time to time were heard.

When Gu Qinglin lay on the cliff, the low laughter sounded particularly obvious. With the previous lesson, Ye Wanru, who wanted to see what hysterical Gu Qinglin was swaying, pursed her lips and gave up this idea.

The revenge of Gu Qinglin has become less intense in her heart now. Climbing the top of Cangren Mountain is not a fun thing, and there is no way to avoid any mistakes. The most important thing now is to climb to the top and wait for the snow lotus to bloom.

As long as Gu Qinglin holds the business road for one day, his contact with Gu Qinglin will not be broken for a day, and his ties with this person will not end because of this little teasing revenge.

At the same time, there is a scene of flowers in Jinling City thousands of miles away. Flower buds bloom with the scorching sun that looks like early summer. Walking in the courtyard, on the street, the fragrance of various flowers blooming will occasionally penetrate into the nose.

Several peach trees, two or three feet tall, bloom quietly in the streets and alleys. From a distance, the pink and tender fragrance with a little sweet fragrance is peach blossoms.

The flowers are red and white, with thousands of rouges and delicate flowers. The snow-white tree has a little rouge and a little red flowers that smell slightly bitter are apricot flowers.

The smell of flowers that seem bitter and sweet are entangled together, and they are like life. They are often bitter and sweet embrace each other, and they are like the expectation and beauty of the bitterness that comes after the sweetness.

A maid sitting outside the carriage with the servant, closed her eyes and sniffed a bitter and sweet breath, with a smile on her face with some beautiful longing.

However, Zheng Hehua, who was sitting in the carriage, had no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery of the blooming flowers in spring. Even when the fragrance of flowers penetrated into the carriage from the curtains, she frowned in a little bored.

The bitter apricot blossom smell seemed to be mocking her for losing her son and losing the favor of Prince Rui Min Bohan. She opened the window curtain in anger with a hint of anger in her eyes.

When her eyes swept to the beautiful flowers on the branches standing quietly beside the street, her anger diminished slightly, but then she suddenly turned red in her eyes, and her sourness surged into her heart.

"The spring breeze blows down the apricot blossom rain, and the road is independent, who is the romantic young man?" In the past, she was also a noble girl in the capital who was well-read in poetry, poetry, songs and essays. How could she fall to this point?

Zheng Hehua was a little stunned when she looked at the flowers in the tree, and a drop of clear tears fell across her cheeks.

If it weren't for the time being that "Prince Rui Min Bohan broke into the boudoir at night" would be a different scene?

If she had insisted on keeping her heart and not compromised, would she marry the young man in her heart as she wished?

With tears in her eyes, she suddenly seemed to see a young man in a gorgeous dress standing under the apricot tree with his head hanging down and pondering. Zheng Hehua couldn't help but stretch out his arm and lean out the window.

His lips moved twice, opened his mouth silently, and his arms raised fell with hope, but they fell down in great disappointment.

There was no chance. Since she married into Prince Rui's Mansion with the ritual of a concubine, she and the handsome young man in her heart were no longer possible.

I can't help myself! If she could live a more selfish life, would she go a step further from him in her heart?

A woman’s fate is like the petals taken away by the wind from the branches, and she cannot control her own destiny.

Zheng Fenghua felt even more sad and desolate when he looked at the petals falling on the branches. If he had not been born in a powerful minister's house, he would not have been used as a tool for seeking power and glory by his father, would it be better?

Perhaps one of the so-called noble girls in Beijing lived a more wanton life. Although her fiancé died, she had never seen her parents eager to marry her, and even rejected the queen's kindness.

She used to have such maintenance and care, but when did it start to change?

Seeing the familiar streets gradually emerging into her eyes, Zheng Hehua felt bored for no reason. What's the use of going back? Her parents never cared about her because of the pain of losing her son. Is it still her once warm home?

"Change it!"

Zheng Hehua's voice was cold and ordered.

"Prince Side, walk a few miles further to the mansion of Lord Zheng Shangshu." The servant looked at the mansion of Shangshu, feeling extremely different in his heart.

"Stop talking, let's go, just leave!" Zheng Hehua's voice was already a little hysterical.

"Yes, yes, yes, I should beat you, Princess, please calm down!" The servant quickly apologized, and turned the carriage with a bridle.

"Let's go around. The blooming of flowers in spring is a good time for outings. Maybe our master will be in a better mood." The maid lowered her voice and ordered the servant.

Zheng Hehua, who was full of gloom in the carriage, listened to the maid's words in her ears. She closed her eyes. The maid was sent by Zheng Fenghua. She originally thought it was hers, but now it seems that it is not the case.

However, it remains to be seen whether it can be used for one's own use. This carefulness and consideration were not available to the maids in the past.
Chapter completed!