Chapter 60 Chapter 58

As Lai Yier expected, Feng Ziying came to Xuanzhen Temple again, and when he entered the painting and saw him, his heart jumped with fright, and he smiled to socialize, knelt down and blessed him: "Master is auspicious." "That's all." Feng Ziying glanced at her and said calmly.His face was a little blue, his brows were frowned, his expression was haggard and rigid, he stared at the courtyard door for a while, and asked silently: "Is your girl in there? I saw a horse at the door, could it be a visitor?" "Master Hui, our uncle is here, and the girl just went in to talk to him. It seems that Master Si will have to wait for a while."

"Oh!" Feng Ziying replied absent-mindedly, as if something jumped by in his heart, he couldn't see what it was, he was just surprised.He withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Ru Hua, and saw that she was wearing a moon white tight-fitting satin jacket and a white silk skirt, the corners of her mouth were always raised slightly, looking gentle, her face was slightly freckled, very fair and elegant.Feng Ziying looked at her, feeling a pain in her heart for no reason, thinking of Xichun, a girl of hers with such a good looks, needless to say, Xichun's demeanor, such a pure and pure person, has such a miserable life experience.God's will tricks people, it is too cruel.

"Into the painting, how long have you been with your girl?" "Master Hui, ten years, I entered the mansion at the age of six." "That's what she grew up with..." Feng Ziying fixed his eyes on the painting, but his eyes didn't seem to be looking at her, as if he was looking at the long and strong relationship between her and Xichun. Ruhua unconsciously trembled all over, she knew that what should come still came. "You come." He said to Ru Hua, and turned to the side door as he spoke.Under the shade of the tung tree, the sun is as thin as a gossamer, and it sneaks into the shade of the tree. I look down at my shoes. The shoes are embroidered with butterflies wearing flowers. At this time, I am holding the light behind my back, and I see that the butterfly is just two black pieces. film.

Ruhua struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally he smiled and asked, "What do you want to ask?" With Feng Ziying's back facing her, she couldn't see his expression in the painting, but felt that his voice was dry and heavy than her own.Like someone who has been walking at night for a long time, the muffled sound of feet falling on the sand. "Her background." He said it very clearly, quickly, as quickly as a knife, and he was determined not to give himself a chance to refute. Ru Hua bit her lip, she was afraid that she might not be able to speak out.There was darkness in her heart, as if she had fallen asleep, and she wished she would not wake up and face the truth.This is the best way, she will not betray Xichun, and she can keep Laiyier alive.She thought of Yi'er, and thought of Xichun again, the two choices were like a tiger and an antelope wrestling, and she ran forward sharply, she couldn't hold back either one.

"you say!" Ruhua was taken aback, and raised his eyes to see the man who was still facing away from him. He stood upright, so powerful that she could not resist her.She was flustered, but this panic was not without unspeakable sobriety, a thought suddenly flashed in her mind: What has Xichun given me these years, I am just her slave!I humbly called her a girl and worked carefully for her. How much did I get? The division between master and servant is like the division between monarch and minister, and there is also a small golden temple between her and her.Why!She is destined to be a servant!

Yes!At this moment, she recognizes the relationship between each other, and it is just the light and shadow on the treetops, the dewdrops on the tip of the grass, and the short stay and warmth do not mean that they depend on each other for life and death. "Master!" She said in a low voice but clearly: "Girl, she is the daughter of our old man and grandma." The word "climbing ashes" made Feng Ziying tremble.Why, he felt that his heart was icy cold, and then even his eyes became icy cold, like a rainy night, and his tentacles were wet.He is no stranger to this kind of thing, and they talked about it in private, laughing and talking about it.

However, they are all wicked people, seeing others suffering but not seeing their own suffering, this matter is related to oneself, it turned out that such a profound shame is like a rock avalanche, and gravel hits the head one after another. He collected himself, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, and glanced at the words on the handkerchief——If you are in a cold mood, I hope you will take care of it.In an instant, the ice and snow in his heart became transparent: Xichun's vigilance to emotions is like a beast that suddenly wakes up early in hibernation, she had expected this day, and engraved this reminder early in the morning, so that he would be prepared.And how can he be considered as well prepared, he followed all the way, always guessing her thoughts, everything was expected, but he didn't expect the unexpected.

"Go back." He waved his hand wearily and said, "If you see her, don't say you saw me." "Understood!" Ru Hua hurriedly bowed his head in response. Xichun left Ruhua alone and went into the courtyard, stepped into the room, took a look at Jia Zhen, turned around and closed the door, sat down in a smooth manner, and said politely to Jia Zhen: "What do you want?" The door opened, and a beam of light came in.It was bright in the room, and Jia Zhen's eyes lit up. He looked at Xichun carefully, and saw that she was wearing a moon-white embroidered fur coat, an ermine vest, a bun with a cloud on her head, and a red gold plaque on her hairpin. Flower ornaments, and a honey-colored embroidered cotton skirt tied around her waist, she is very elegant and tall. Although she sits down with a cold expression, her face is radiant and her eyes are full of sparkling eyes.

He couldn't help being moved, Xichun's beauty was something he had to admit, but it was a good thing, because Xichun was so beautiful that he had the capital to use her to negotiate terms with others, like a song hundreds of years ago: "There are beauties in the north, who are peerless and independent. When you look at the city of beauty, then you look at the country. Would you rather not know the beauty of the city and the country? It's hard to find a beautiful woman." If Mrs. Li hadn't been amazingly beautiful, how could Li Yannian treat her like the emperor? Negotiating conditions, and relying on her to obtain a lifetime of glory and wealth.

Although Jia Zhen tried her best to restrain her smile, she couldn't help but feel a little proud when she saw her. Although he didn't have an arrow in his hand, Xichun was still like a rabbit that couldn't escape. "I'm here to talk about your marriage." Because of his certainty, he seemed leisurely. Xichun glanced at Jia Zhen, knowing that there must be something to say, she turned her face away without saying a word, stood up and lit the sandalwood on the small table under the window.The cigarette rose thinly, Liang Jiu Xichun looked away from the cigarette and looked out of the window.

The Xuanzhen Temple has double eaves and overlapping corners, and the four-horned spirit beast stands proudly, looking up at the sky. The afternoon sun splashes down from the clouds and sprinkles all the way to the flowers and trees in the yard. The green leaves and white flowers are golden. A large stack of shadows tangled on the ground and wall.Xichun was disturbed and empty. "I accepted the marriage of Marquis Wuqing's family for you." Xichun's expression was dazed, as if she heard it, but didn't seem to pay attention.Staring into the distance, hesitantly said: "Marquis Wuqing!" She suddenly remembered that the wife of Marquis Wuqing and Mrs. Chen had appeared when Jia's mother was funeral.That brief get-together, entertainment.He couldn't help but frowned and said to himself: "It's just a coincidence." When Jia Zhen heard this, she smiled and said, "It's enough to meet once." It's fate to meet thousands of miles away.Mrs. Chen Hou is very fond of you, you are so lucky! " "Blessing! Thank you for telling me!" Xichun spat at Jia Zhen.How old Wu Qinghou is is known to everyone in the court.He wants her to be his concubine!But I still have the nerve to say it in a high-sounding way.Thinking of a moment of discouragement, the world turned too fast, and I was lamenting the fate of others a while ago, but now it is my turn. "The person I want to marry..." After a long while, Xichun stared at him, and suddenly smiled calmly, "It has nothing to do with you." Jia Zhen also laughed: "The person you want to marry is Feng Ziying, and the person you want to marry is also my good brother Feng Ziying. How could I not know? But you don't have to count on it, the Feng family has divorced the day before yesterday." With one word, Xichun felt like being killed by lightning, but she was indifferent by nature, and her emotions and anger were invisible. Even though her heart was shocked at this moment, she didn't want to lose a bit in front of Jia Zhen, "Thank you for coming to tell me." Xichun tried her best to control the tone of her voice, and continued: "Even if—the Feng family divorces..." Xichun squeezed her hands and said, "I don't want to be married to Marquis Wu Qing." Then he turned and opened the door: "Please go out .” Having said so far, Jia Zhen didn't bother anymore, and didn't say much, Shi Shiran straightened her clothes and stepped out. Xichun insisted on holding on with one breath, and saw him walk away before he collapsed on the chair. Looking at her hands again, they were already dripping with blood. She used too much force just now, and her nails dug deep into her palms.