Feng Yin

Chapter 220

In the cold weather of Sanjiu, the frozen snow whitened the world.

In Yuxuan Villa in the mountains of Jizhou, the winter plums are blooming, the zither and the sword are singing in harmony, and there is a sense of peace and joy. It seems that the flames of war in the world outside the mountains have nothing to do with this place.

At the end of the song, the phoenix feather under the cold plum tree held up a pair of blind eyes anxiously and leaned to the side:

"Meier, I... Am I playing too rough?!"

Mei Wuyan, who had been standing by her side with her body frowned, was about to say something when Lang Xiexuan retracted her sword and flew towards Feng Yu.

"The sound of the zither is spacious and remote, and it makes people feel endless aftertaste! Only Yu'er in this world can play such a lingering sound of nature!"

As soon as the words fell, a pair of warm palms hugged her tightly into his arms.Feng Yu smiled shyly, and gently leaned on his shoulder docilely.

"Husband, don't make a wife like this again! It's hard to distinguish the five strings of a feather, so I can only play it with my intuition. If you want to, dare to show your shame in front of your husband!"

Lang Xiexuan hugged the rare gentleness in his arms, and said more affectionately for a while:

"You have a heart for playing the piano, no one knows better than your husband! In my heart, no other beauty in this world can compare to the sound of Yu'er's piano."

Feng Yu smiled shyly, gently clenched Lang Xiexuan's hands, and said softly and shyly:

"If you dote on me like this again, aren't you afraid that one day I'll be arrogant and bully you?!"

Lang Xiexuan lowered his head affectionately, and gently kissed her fragrant hair:
"If this is the case, it is truly an honor for me, Lang Xiexuan! In this life, I, Lang Xiexuan, would willingly go through fire and water just for you, even if one day you want me to die...!"

"do not……"

Feng Yu panicked and raised her finger to cover Lang Xiexuan's mouth. Layers of displeasure suddenly surfaced on her shy and beautiful face:

"Don't say such nonsense in the future! My husband treats me so affectionately, even if the world falls, I won't even face you as a wife!"

Lang Xiexuan smiled in relief, grasped Feng Yu's soft and boneless palm tightly, and pressed it to his heart warmly.

Feng Yu sighed softly, and leaned gently on his shoulder again, closing her eyes and quietly enjoying the peace and happiness in her heart.

Pieces of snowflakes, faintly falling, blossoming winter plum blossoms, snowy with the wind, gently swaying down, directly for a pair of lingering and affectionate lovers, smearing the chaotic love in this chaotic world.

Mei Wuyan's eyes were suddenly pierced with pain, and two tears fell to the ground in spite of herself. The next moment, she turned around stubbornly and raised her head, and walked quickly into the hall.

A winter plum covered with snow fluttered in Feng Yu's hair, Feng Yu followed the fragrance and touched her hand, gently playing with that winter plum in the palm of her hand:

"In the twelfth lunar month, the winter plum blossoms reflect the snow. Thinking about it, it should be a very beautiful scene!"

Lang Xiexuan heard the loneliness in her words, and suddenly felt a complex heartache:

"Yu'er, let me be your eyes in this life, how about it?!"

Feng Yu slowly shook her head:

"I don't want to be your burden! As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will try it! Not to mention! I must see your face with my own eyes..."

Lang Xiexuan held Feng Yu's hand tightly, and slowly touched his brows and face.

"Do you remember what I look like!?"

Feng Yu smiled shyly, and said affectionately:
"Your husband's appearance, Yu'er remembers it in my heart! I will never forget this matter in this life!"

Lang Xiexuan hugged the incense into his bosom, and let out another long sigh.

Fengyu Chunshan wrinkled slightly:

"Husband, why do I always feel that my life experience is strange? The Xirong princess kept claiming that I was Mrs. Qingrui, but you told me, my name is Yu'er? Also, why do I have a lot of questions about our past? Can't remember a single bit? I seem to recall our past, how did you and I know each other and love each other? Also, there is our child, he...he doesn't have a name yet? Why did my child and I say goodbye to your husband... ..."

Feng Yu's doubts continued, but Lang Xiexuan quietly raised his hand, and gently pressed her lips.

"Yu'er, my husband is right by your side. The joys and sorrows of the past, we will let it freeze and sleep forever! My husband only wants that from now on, I will never be separated from you for a moment! Yu'er, are you willing to be with Wei?" Husband, join hands from now on to create happy memories in the future?!"

Feng Yu frowned, wanting to speak, but Lang Xiexuan's hopes were revealed in an instant with the sweat in her palm.

Feng Yu sighed softly, pretending to be unhappy:

"Then, you have to pay me back what you owe me, so that I can consider whether to answer you or not!"

Lang Xiexuan was taken aback when he heard the sound, and panic appeared in his eyes for a moment. Feng Yu seemed to have sensed something, and immediately pulled away anxiously:
"If you don't want to, I won't force it! After all, Yu'er is blind, and following you is already a burden! But, the child is too young, the most innocent! You must not treat him badly!"

After saying that, the tears were already rolling.

Seeing this, Lang Xiexuan became more and more confused, and eagerly comforted him:
"Yu'er, why did you say that? How can a husband despise you? My husband can't wait to engrave you on the tip of my heart and take care of you every day! As for the child..."

Lang Xiexuan hesitated to speak, secretly hesitating in his heart.

But Feng Yu got up suddenly in an instant, frowned anxiously and said:
"No! I don't want you to treat me as a favorite, I just want you to treat our children well! Yu'er knows that your husband has a family and a country in his heart, and if he doesn't guarantee that day, he will soar into the sky! But even if you are honored once, There are many wives and concubines, Yu'er will not blame you, as long as, as long as you treat my child well, Yu'er will be anonymous in this life, and... also willingly!"

Lang Xiexuan was shocked when he heard the sound:
"Yu'er, what nonsense are you talking about? What is it that once was noble, and there were many wives and concubines! I, Lang Xiexuan, swear to the heavens that in this life, Lang Xiexuan only loves Yu'er! If there is even the slightest infidelity, he will be pierced by ten thousand arrows." , die a terrible death!"

Feng Yu stepped back and shook her head, crying sadly with tears in her eyes:

"Since that's the case, then, why don't you want to marry me openly?!"

"what?!"

Lang Xiexuan was stunned and speechless. For a moment, there was a mixture of grief and joy, and thousands of words in his belly were surging in an instant.

"You, you really want to marry me?!"

Feng Yu was impatient, ashamed and indignant, she turned around and was about to take a step, but Lang Xiexuan hurriedly stepped forward, wrapping her in his arms.

Feng Yu's face was flushed with embarrassment, and she struggled with anger, but when Lang Xiexuan's eyes saw clearly the expectations under Feng Yu's blushing shyness, an uncontrollable ecstasy burst into his eyes in an instant.

"You bastard, let me go..."

Feng Yu was anxious, raised her hands lightly, and slapped Lang Xiexuan angrily.

"Feather..."

Lang Xiexuan called out affectionately, and immediately lowered his head, gently covering Feng Yu's delicate lips.

When their lips met, Feng Yu was startled and quiet for a moment, but Lang Xiexuan's kiss became more and more lingering in the next moment.

Feng Yu wanted to struggle, but her body involuntarily moved close to that thumping heart, and when Lang Xiexuan's long tongue tentatively touched her white teeth, she collapsed her defenses in an instant. Opening his mouth slightly, he timidly responded to his enthusiasm with the desire to refuse or welcome.

"Yu'er, I love you!"

With a single murmur, Feng Yu's heart was completely melted, and in an instant, Lang Xiexuan's still suppressed confession was completely aroused.

Falling snow, fragrant plum blossoms, amidst the white snow, Lang Xiexuan and Feng Yu kissed each other lingeringly, as if all the unhappiness had passed away, and along with Feng Yu's amnesia due to a blessing in disguise, was quietly buried in the vastness of the world at this moment.

Feng Yu's heart, following the lingering between her lips and teeth, was warmed and melted in an instant, and a spring field full of vitality was opened hastily, eagerly and joyfully. The past that I carelessly mentioned turns into a beautiful scene...

"Forced to marry and escaped, trapped in a tiger's den, he pretended to bully you arrogantly, but at the moment of life and death, he gave you a chance to save your life;

When you enter the palace gate, you are startled every step of the way, and you can't help yourself. If he hadn't reminded you all the time and helped you vigilantly and secretly, you would have died in that secluded palace long ago;
In order to fulfill your wish, he quietly lined up troops, on the surface he was arrogant and domineering, and he was contemptuous of others, which made him notorious, but even so, he was willing to do it, just to keep you safe, as you wished;
Even if you were fascinated and drew your saber at him, he still fought back after a life-and-death struggle, resolutely guarded by your side despite the infamy of thousands of people, but you still treat him With grudges in her heart, she ruthlessly rejected him;

For you, he disregarded the law and disregarded power, even though he was imprisoned, he still did not change his original intention;
For you, he shed all his hypocrisy and cut off his retreat, even if he had nowhere to go, but he never regretted his original intention;

For you, he left his hometown and wandered all over the world, even though he was scarred and scarred, he still vowed to die without complaint...

But, fortunately, there is a child between you;
But, fortunately, you finally, in this bone-chilling winter, revived the sincerity that you never wanted to wake up;

But, fortunately, you also love him, just as he loves you deeply, and you will never leave..."

Mei Wuyan's tragic recounting echoed endlessly in her mind, and the scenes of the past turned into blurred fantasies, enriching her own blank memories. Feng Yu was moved to tears by such affection in an instant, Even though it was so touching, in her voice, there seemed to be nothing mixed with secret darkness, but she couldn't help it, wrapped her arms around her shoulders, and hugged him tightly.

"Feather..."

Panting with his head raised, Lang Xiexuan lightly pressed Feng Yu on his shoulder again, warming his palm, and slowly slid down Feng Yu's black head lovingly.

Feng Yu panted delicately, and finally managed to calm down, two lines of hot tears ran down her cheeks and across his shoulders.

"Mei'er said, you owe me once, and the medium is getting married! Why don't you pay it back today!"

A winter plum fluttered with the wind and fell into Lang Xiexuan's palm.

Huaying Lingxue, extraordinarily delicate and tender, but the snow-white cap between the stamens and the heart of the flower, but the moment it is attached to the warmth of the palm, the fragrance of the jade dies away.

Lang Xiexuan's heart felt a sense of fear for no reason, and the next moment he hugged Feng Yu tightly:

"Please, in this life, never leave me again..."

……

Tianhua, the imperial capital.

The snow reflects the starry sky, lining up the sky.

Perhaps the thick snow was too ostentatious, and for a moment, the originally dazzling starlight dimmed in an instant, quietly allowing this world of mortals to stage a conspiracy of declaring troops to win the championship.

In the Yunfang Palace, in the fragrant gauze tent, Bi Qingliu bares her shoulders and bares her breasts, leaning on her elbows, looking proudly at the sleeping Lang Yuan beside her.The brocade quilt on her body fell off inch by inch as she swayed triumphantly, but in a short while, the springtime beauty of Bi Qingliu's jade body was impressively hidden under a curtain of transparent fragrant gauze.

Behind a clean and elegant lotus-carved jade screen, Yun Wuxia, with a calm face, combed her makeup in the mirror, and slowly combed the wooden comb in her hand, combing her thoughts from beginning to end, waiting for the corner of her eyes to reflect through the bronze mirror. The spring light of Bi Qingliu appeared in his eyes, he couldn't help but smiled coldly, blinked slightly, and immediately said coldly:

"Now, you should tell me the whereabouts of the book of war!"

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(End of this chapter)