Cute Wife Divorce Husband: Black-bellied Prince and Little Dumb Concubine

Chapter 468 Her name is Hanakura
Therefore, he has a deep memory.

Under the night, her blushing face, lustrous and smooth skin, trembling body, and tear-filled pupils all fell heavily in my heart.He thought that he would never forget her beauty in this lifetime.

On the second day, the autumn sky was like washing, and the mountains were dyed with green eyebrows.

He was downstairs with the others, and suddenly he saw a light blue cloak in a veil skirt embroidered with Suzhou, and he came out of his room slowly.His people saw it.

In the past, she always felt ashamed to show her innocence, but this time she walked out of her room openly. The more obvious change was that she combed her married woman's bun.

The pulse is silent, a hibiscus is holding the autumn rain; the little halo is red, and the slanting temple has a gold hairpin in its heart.

At this moment, he understood Wei Qing's intentions, she was determined to follow him anonymously.

At that time, he secretly made up his mind that he must live up to Qingqing's affection, and one day he would marry her as his wife in a fair and honest manner.

She never thought that along the way, after all, she was the one who betrayed her, and finally married someone else, and she was buried in the turbulent river with her child.

After this time of not fighting, the King of Jin thought too much, so that when he approached the capital, his condition worsened, he also developed a cough, and suffered from insomnia and difficulty in dreaming.

After Xiao Zijun took the medicine, he watched his official business on the couch for a while, and closed his eyes without feeling sleepy. After a while, this daydream started.

In the dream, there was a man wearing a radiant purple robe, with a handsome face and cold eyes.For some reason, he always felt that this person was very familiar.

This person is yourself?No, it's not.

I feel like I am just a spectator outside of it, and I feel that the man is me.

This is spring, there are colorful flowers everywhere, the spring breeze is blowing, and the falling flowers are colorful.

Under a large cherry tree, there was a girl in red lying on her side. Did she seem to be asleep or passed out?
He walked over and saw that the girl was covered with cherry blossoms layer upon layer, which looked like a flower grave.

The side face of the woman can be vaguely seen, and the sleeping face looks very moving.

It's just this girl, why is she under the tree?
"Girl, girl?" he called to her.

The girl seemed to have just sat up from the fallen flowers under the tree in a daze. The moment she saw him, she was not frightened, but rather surprised and joyful.

"Why is the girl here?"

He stared at her, and at this moment, he could clearly see the girl's appearance, she was beautiful and delicate, with a pair of dark and ink-like pupils gleaming, as if there was a clear spring hidden inside.

I don't know why, this woman looks very similar to Qingqing, but it doesn't feel like Qingqing.

He couldn't understand what she was gesticulating.This woman is also a dumb woman?
Later, he finally figured out that she was not dumb but couldn't understand her own words, and she could say a few words but he couldn't understand them.

This woman is from a different race?
In a daze in the dream, I only vaguely remember him asking her, "Excuse me, girl's name?"

The girl faltered and gestured, but shook her head, unable to speak.

He was not disappointed, but looked at the fallen flowers all over the ground, Kazuki's cherry blossoms, and said with a smile, "Since I met you here, can you be called Hanakura from now on?"

She tried to make the voice of "Hua Ying", and suddenly she smiled, jumped up, and then nodded to him in praise.

He smiled suddenly on his stern face, "As long as you like it, Hana Sakura."

For some reason, Xiao Zijuan suddenly woke up with a smile, and he was still happy in his heart at the moment.It was such a strange and beautiful dream.Why is that woman so similar to Qingqing?Is it light?That man shouldn't be me.

Xiao Zijun didn't suspect anything more at this time, he just felt that he was thinking and dreaming.

Lu Yuan's voice came from outside, "My lord—"

Xiao Zijuan just came over in confusion, it was only noon, and there were still some notebooks and books piled up beside him, he replied, "Come in."

Lu Yuan walked in and said with a smile, "What was the lord laughing at just now? I just heard it from outside."

Xiao Zijun's face darkened, only to realize that he woke up with a smile.This dream is not sad at all, but it is a pity that I only did a little bit.

He raised his fist and coughed, concealed his embarrassment, and asked directly, "Is there a business?"

"My lord thinks how he is. If it doesn't matter, I think it's better to go back to Beijing day and night."

While talking, Lu Yuan glanced at Xiao Zijun, and seeing that he had no objection, he said, "My lord should return to Beijing as soon as possible, and meet your majesty as soon as possible. No matter what the outcome is, isn't your lord always prepared? It's better than coming on the road like this." Rest assured."

"The dead are gone, the prince should look forward, and he can't be so lingering on the sick bed. Mrs. Ning has been gone for four months, and the prince should also take care of him, mourning and changing. There are too many things waiting for the prince to do. There are thousands of things to do. The soldiers are waiting for the prince’s recovery, this trip to the capital, there will be dangerous and unpredictable things, the prince should deal with it wholeheartedly, so that he can live up to your long-cherished wish of more than ten years, and the bloody follow-up of the soldiers all the way.”

Xiao Zijun's face was very gloomy, but he knew in his heart that everything Lu Yuan said was true, and that he was indeed in a bad state. He was constantly suffering from sickness and medicine, and even often looked forward to meeting her in dreams.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh, stood up slowly with his hands on his knees, and the moon-white toga also slipped off, showing a sickly air.
"One word awakens the dreamer. Thank you, Lu Yuan. You are not only my right-hand man, but also my loyal and harsh friend. This king understands. From now on, I will put those thoughts and sorrows on the shelf..."

Since then, people have never seen King Jin in a depressed and sad state.

*
One month later, Jin Wang's class returned to the court, and the court and the public came to welcome them. The scene was grand.

Ten days later, King Liang was suddenly imprisoned for colluding with rebels.

For a while, everyone thought it had something to do with King Jin.However, Xiao Zijun didn't do anything. At a strange moment, Emperor Xiao Yan announced him into the palace.

King Jin entered the palace to wait in the imperial study, but someone told him: "Lord Jin, Your Majesty is in the Qilin Pavilion."

Qilin Pavilion?
His heart skipped a beat.Why Qilin Pavilion again?

At the beginning, his father invited him to play chess in the Qilin Pavilion, and then his father was assassinated, and he was imprisoned due to suspicion.Later, the second and fifth children jointly listed their past events, which were either unnecessary or shady, and finally the letters they communicated with the generals in prison were exposed, and the crime of treason was confirmed.

Outside the pavilion, some cold sweat broke out on his back, but he still walked in calmly.

Xiao Yan has lost a lot of weight, but his eyes are piercing and sharp, letting you know that His Majesty is still irreversible.

In front of you is a game of chess.

Xiao Zijun's eyes froze, expecting something.

"Ah Jun, sit down and play a game of chess with your father."

Xiao Zijun clasped his hands and bowed his body slightly: "I beg your father to forgive me, this chess game, I'm abstinent."

The tone is neither humble nor overbearing, but it does not lose the courtesy of the monarch and his ministers, and the love between father and son.

Xiao Yan squeezed the sunspot in his hand, as if he didn't hear it, just looked at the chessboard, thought for a while, and dropped a sunspot.

A light tone came over, "Then pick it up from here."

(I'm sorry, I didn't set an alarm. I slept until 12 o'clock. I only have two changes today. It will be updated at 8 o'clock tomorrow)
(End of this chapter)