Marrying on your behalf: the abandoned concubine of the cold-faced prince

Chapter 74

If the garden of the imperial palace is full of exotic flowers and red calyxes hanging out, the garden of Prince Gong's Mansion should be the one that can't compare with the garden of the imperial palace.

The fine marble flower path glows quietly under the moonlight, and neatly trimmed half-person-high small pines and cypresses are planted on both sides of the flower path.

A gust of wind blew past, stained with moonlight and a little bit of starlight, and the verdant green was like undulating waves under the silver light.The flower path leads to an octagonal pavilion named Mochou Pavilion.

There are night lilacs planted beside the pavilion. It is in the flowering season. Small snow-white flowers are blooming with each other, and they are very elegant. This flower only blooms at night. Although the appearance is elegant and fresh, the fragrance of the flowers is extremely strong. Planting more May have the effect of repelling mosquitoes.

The aroma is unbearable to ordinary people.

"Ah Choo, Ah Choo." Standing in the flower pavilion, Shangguan Che couldn't stop sneezing.

Huang Shen held the little black pot and looked at Shangguan Che with almost pitiful eyes: "My lord, can you bear it? Your nose is hurt, let's talk about it elsewhere."

"Achoo, Ahchoo, no, Ahchoo, no need, I can hold on if it's okay, what did Mo Li tell you?" Shangguan Che could only say here, because his pro-prince and concubine's eyeliner was everywhere.

Huang Shen looked down at the jar and took out a purse from his bosom: "This is from Miss Mo Li, who asked me to hand it over to the prince, please..."

Before Huang Shen could finish speaking, Shangguan Che snatched the black jar: "Did Mo Li give this to me? What is it?"

Huang Shen said with some difficulty: "It's soy milk."

Shangguan Che said happily: "It's soy milk. It's been many years. I haven't had the soy milk that Mo Li made for me for many years." Shangguan Che picked up the small jar without thinking and drank it in big gulps.

"My lord, don't drink." Before Huang Shen came to dissuade him, Shangguan Che had already raised his head and drank it.

The fishy smell and sticky feeling in his mouth made Shangguan Che vomit, and the sour smell made Shangguan Che's nose sore. "Okay, it stinks."

Huang Shen quickly patted Shangguan Che on the back: "My lord, this jar was given to me by Mo Li who buried it underground for several days and nights."

Shangguan Che felt his nose sore and unbearably sore, and a stream of hot liquid flowed out of his nose, Huang Shen snorted, "My lord, your nose is bleeding."

Shangguan Che wiped the nosebleed with his sleeve indiscriminately, and the cuff was dyed bright red in an instant. Shangguan Che smiled wryly, his eyes were moist: "She has never treated me like this before, and she has always carefully watched me eat the things she made for me. , wide-eyed nervously, lest I eat something I don't like, now." Shangguan Che looked at the flocculent soybean milk in the black jar.

Huang Shen took the purse and handed it to Shangguan Che. Shangguan Che was very familiar with this purse. It was the first purse Mo Li gave him back then, but when he went to the Prime Minister's Mansion to divorce the engagement, he was so ruthless in front of Mo Li. Throwing him into the latrine in front of him, he had been with Mo Li for many years, so of course he knew what to say that would make Mo Li miserable.

He clearly watched the purse sink into the cesspit, why?Shangguan Che stroked the purse that had already been washed and turned white with heartache, and it seemed that Mo Li must have shed a lot of tears when he saw how Mo Li picked up this purse from the cesspit and washed it clean.

Shangguan Che's nose became even more sour, his heart felt like a huge stone was pressing down, and tears mixed with nosebleeds rolled down: "Mo Li, how much do I owe you?"

Shangguan Che took out a shriveled daisy flower from his purse, a drop of nosebleed dripped on the dried petals, and the dried petals were instantly dyed bright red.

Ten years of life and death are boundless.Not thinking about it, unforgettable.Thousands of miles of lonely grave, there is nowhere to say desolate.Even if they meet, they should not know it, dusty face, temples like frost.

(End of this chapter)