Abandoned Concubine Can't Escape

Chapter 50 Night Rain in Bashan 6
"Xiaomo." He called softly.

"Wuxue, is that you? Are you looking for the prince?" Su Wanling looked at him with a smile, and he looked completely different from the one just now.

Hua Wuxue smiled slightly, and looked at her dotingly, "Xiaomo, if you have anything, you must tell me, don't bear it alone."

"What can I do, I just eat and sleep all day long, doing nothing." Su Wanling smiled slightly.

"I mean if, if there is anything, you must tell me." Hua Wuxue emphasized again, but he had an intuition that no matter how painful she was, she would bear it alone.

"En." Su Wanling looked at his serious expression and nodded solemnly.

In autumn, the slightly gentle sunlight slowly extends down until it casts fine light spots in a courtyard in Yuecheng through the sparse dead leaves of the trees. The light spots keep jumping with the breeze, and there are golden ripples .The ancient city wall looked so vicissitudes in the sun, a group of blue-gray pigeons suddenly flew straight into the sky, as if they were frightened by something.

Su Wanling and Hua Wuxue sat side by side on a grass field to the west of Prince Li's Mansion, a few tall Osmanthus osmanthus, dotted with countless small golden flowers, emitting bursts of fragrance.

"Wuxue, do you believe in the existence of souls in this world?" Su Wanling turned her face to the side, glanced at Hua Wuxue lightly, and asked with a smile.

"Of course I believe that people will not just disappear into this world after death. My master said that people have souls, and the souls will leave the body after death." Hua Wuxue smiled lightly, looking at her side face , the shallow dimples at the corners of the mouth are filled with fine sunlight.

"Who is your master? You can say such a thing, I must get to know it when I have the chance." I didn't expect that in this world, there are people who agree with the soul. The dynasty she is in now is called the Xuanyuan Dynasty. , like every feudal dynasty in Chinese history, is extremely opposed to the superstition of ghosts and gods.

"My master..." A slight smile appeared on the corner of Hua Wuxue's mouth. When he went down the mountain that year, his master once said that he could not tell anyone the real identity of his master, "Xiaomo, I'm sorry, my master I am destined not to reveal his identity."
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