Sheng Chong Concubine

Chapter 1032 Heartbroken parting, wait for me to come back (3)
Finally, she raised her feet and put on the wooden clogs handed over by Nanny Sun that belonged to princesses of the royal family of Xirong.

Feng Qingli's breath stagnates.

Rong Ye was also shocked, and his hand holding Yu Yin tightened slightly.

Never thought that this gentle or strong or shy or playful woman would have such a decisive moment.

She took off all the shackles on her body, and let go of this heavy identity.Returning to her old appearance, she was dressed in white clothes without any dust, and her long hair was smooth and black, without any decoration.She turned her head back, her bare face was not stained with any makeup, her face was as cold as the moonlight, her eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as flowers and jade.A line of cherry lips is as thin as the setting sun, and the chin is pointed and thin.Tilting your head slightly, you can clearly see the beautiful curve extending to the neck.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and her whole body was as thin as paper.

At this moment, she was as beautiful as an elf fairy who accidentally stepped into the mortal world.No one dares to offend, no one dares to approach.Just hold your breath and worship her beauty.

Her eyes swept over lightly, but she didn't know who she was looking at, or maybe no one looked at it.At this moment, looking more is hurt, and nostalgia is pain.It's better, don't want to see, don't want to fall in love, and end up relaxed and with nothing in mind.

"Go back, the future son of Dazhao, the only son of the Zhennan Palace."

She had already boarded the carriage, and the voice came out in a clear voice, every word was like a poisoned blade, cold and bloodthirsty.

Feng Qingli swayed, furious and spitting out a mouthful of blood, splashing down the residual red of the setting sun.

Rong Ye supported him, "A Li—"

The horse roared, and then looked up, the carriage had gone with the setting sun.

"Xuanxuan—"

Feng Qingli clutched her chest and stepped forward.

"My son—"

Leng Xiu and the others fell down. With Feng Qingli's skill, it was easy to avoid them.However, after half a day of fighting, his physical strength was exhausted, and he was touched by Qiu Mingyue's words just now, and now he saw her leave resolutely.All of a sudden, anger and pain surged together with fear and anxiety, he couldn't hold it anymore, he closed his eyes, and his body collapsed like a towering mountain pass——

"My son—"

The exclamation had gone away, Qiu Mingyue closed the window, and the next moment a burst of light came, but it was Yanju who had lifted the curtain of the car and came in after meditating.

Qiu Mingyue looked up at her, then lowered her head to cover her flickering gaze.

The cushion sank, Yan Ju was already sitting beside her, and after a while he said: "You hate me?"

It's me, not me, nor my teacher, or anything else.

Qiu Mingyue leaned on the cushion behind her, her lips full of sarcasm.

"Should I hate you? My...grandmother?"

She looked up at the woman beside her, her face was radiant and beautiful.At this moment, she has changed the noble black robe that belonged to the national teacher, and put on a yellow silk gauze skirt sprinkled with moon blue acacia flowers. Her waist is plain, her face is fat, and her black hair is drooping, but her eyebrows and eyes are still visible. Paintings are as gorgeous as peaches and plums.His expression was as cold as ice.Overwhelm the country and the city, nothing more than that.It's no wonder that Emperor Dazhao was fascinated by it back then.

However, at this moment, Qiu Mingyue looked at the woman in front of her and felt it was ridiculous.

Yeah, why not be funny?
It seems that she is two decades old, and she is as beautiful as ever, sitting with her is like a sister.However, these two people are grandparents.

In this world, is there anything more ridiculous than this?

Thinking of this, she laughed, and she shed tears, laughing until her heart, liver, spleen and lungs ached.Smiling and laughing, she turned her head away again, weeping silently.She didn't want to show weakness in front of this woman, and she didn't want to cry bitterly at this moment.However, looking at the tears stained on the car window, she remembered the desperate, heart-piercing call that pierced through the car wall and hit her heart at the time of parting.

There was a sudden pain in my heart.

She was bent over, her fallen hair covering her hands covering her chest.At the same time, it covered her face as white as snow.And, the miserable pain and unwilling resentment in the eyes.

Yanju's heart was shaken by her "grandmother" that seemed to be sarcasm, half-sarcasm, half-pain, three-point indifference, and four-point indifferent, and she was at a loss for a moment.How many years of perseverance and humiliation, how many years of calculation and planning, how many days and nights of endless ignorance, how many sword lights are like rainbows, how many setting suns are like blood... I can't remember how many years, just like her in Zhaoyang Palace. To Qiu Mingyue, she couldn't remember how old she was now.

In the boundless and iron-blooded hatred like ours, her life has long been shadowed by those blood and the eager eyes of her ancestors who died unwillingly, and her mission has long been doomed.

Those times, those youthful sprouts, those girls' light frowns and smiles, those drunken eyes entangled in the flowing light, the entangled hair, and the clinging hands.However, they are all the scenery of flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, passing quietly from the fingertips, dissipating in the wind between the fingers, and finally disappearing.

This is her life.

Before this, she had never felt that she had done anything wrong.However, at this moment, seeing the girl's serene, sarcasm and somewhat painful eyes, she suddenly felt a stagnation in her heart.

Perhaps it is the connection of flesh and blood, or perhaps the fragility of water under the city wall that she has deliberately disguised with her strength for many years is touched by such eyes, and it shatters instantly.

The corners of his eyes are dry for some reason, those grievances carried by one person, those most tender calculations in his heart, those unspeakable thoughts.And those...hidden in the monstrous hatred, who are as sharp as bones and as warm as the wind...like water and tenderness.

She closed her eyes and subconsciously reached out to pat Qiu Mingyue on the shoulder.This is her only blood-related relative in this world, the innocent...granddaughter she abandoned her for more than ten years and plotted against her for more than ten years.

However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he realized something was wrong.

She was shaking, she was crying.

Yan Ju raised his head abruptly, and saw the girl beside her bent over, holding the car wall with one hand, her knuckles were white.The drooping hair covered her face, but there were faintly visible tears, which fell quietly, and slid down her delicate and beautiful face, leaving deep scars visible on the bones.

She suddenly felt suffocated, and at this moment all words turned into silence.

After a long time, she withdrew her hand, lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and let out a breath slowly.

"Hate it, you should hate me."

Qiu Mingyue tilted her head slightly, with tears sticking to her face, revealing black and white eyes, like an abyss of mirror.She laughed suddenly, sat upright, her voice was as light as water.

"Tell me about my mother."

Yan Ju was a little dazed.

Qiu Mingyue looked back, her eyes a little dazed.

"I want to know what kind of person she is?"

"she……"

Perhaps it was the moment when years of calculations were finally comforted, or maybe it was the moment when the grandparents and grandchildren who had been around for many years finally met honestly at this moment.Yanju didn't show his indifferent and serious expression, which was rare, and he didn't see the persecution and fierceness of the past.

(End of this chapter)