Sheng Chong Concubine

Chapter 1102 A Li painstakingly, moved late (5)
"You shouldn't have to bear... that kind of pain and suffering."

He thought about those words, and thought of his mother's beautiful but haggard face under the dim light, her tear-filled eyes full of hope, and then nodded heavily.Then his mother smiled, which was the first time he had seen his mother smile since he could remember.She smiled beautifully, like a tea flower blooming in the wind.Therefore, he hoped to see his mother smile, but there was no chance, and his mother died of years of worry and illness before long.

That kind of smile no longer exists in his monotonous and blank life.So, from then on, he slowly learned to laugh.

"She doesn't want me to fight and snatch. She just wants me to be an ordinary person, an ordinary person with joy and happiness."

Qiu Mingyue was in a trance. In his memory, Duan Muhong seemed to always be smiling, and he rarely showed such a nostalgic or melancholy expression.He smiled so brightly and cheerfully that no one would suspect that he had such an unusual childhood of blood and tears.And he who smiled like this was bought with the tears of his mother's life.

"Actually, I'm selfish." He smiled lowly, looking at Qiu Mingyue with pity and guilt.

"Emperor's hegemony is something that everyone wants to have, but it is also the pressure and heaviness that ordinary people cannot bear. But I have relieved that burden and put it all on your body. So Xiaoqi, don't be grateful to me , It should be me who wants to thank you."

He paused, and finally gave her a relieved and comforting smile.

"Xiaoqi, you can do whatever you want. Brother San will always support you. We can't choose our own birth. It doesn't make sense to control our own life in other people's hands. If you think these rights I’m tired, so just unload it. Although my mother hasn’t read any books and can’t read a few words, I still remember a sentence she said very clearly.”

There was a soft smile on his face again, like nostalgia and memory.

"She said that when people come to this world, they want to live happily. If one day I feel tired and suffering, then think about why I am suffering and tired? When I think about it, I will abandon those things that make me tired. Everything that makes me suffer. Because life is so short, since those shackles are destined to be a burden, why not throw them away, and end up relaxed, open and happy?"

The wind in September is not cold, and it almost feels nothing when it blows on the face.

Duan Muhong had already left, Qiu Mingyue walked into her bedroom slowly, saw Feng Qingyue was leaning on the bed, seemed to be contemplating something, saw her come in, raised her head and glanced at her with slightly complicated eyes.

Qiu Mingyue walked over and calmly felt his pulse.

"Did you hear what my third brother and I said just now?"

"Ah."

He lowered his head, seemed to be thinking about something, and then said in a low voice after a while: "Qing'er."

Qiu Mingyue withdrew her hand and said flatly, "Why don't you wear a mask this time?"

Feng Qingyue raised her head, and smiled at her lightly, with endless tenderness and belated relief.

"I can't face you with a mask on at the last moment of my life." He looked away and looked at the top of the tent, his voice was very soft and quiet. "I don't want to leave myself with so many regrets in the end."

Qiu Mingyue looked up at him, but said nothing.

He turned his head again, smiling like the wind.

"My injury doesn't matter, you should hurry up and do what you should do now."

"Appreciate further details."

Qiu Mingyue sat aside and drank water from a glass, fully reflecting the identity of a good student.No matter how arrogant and conceited she is, she will never be defiant. She will never forget that the person in front of her is the number one son in the world, Rong Ye who is famous for his wisdom.In terms of politics and military affairs, he is more unique and sophisticated than his own opinions.This is also one of the reasons why she insisted on keeping Feng Qingyue in her bedroom.

With such a ready-made counselor by her side, what is she going to spend all that energy on?
"Now Yanju is seriously injured. Although almost all of my people are dead. But she has not gained any benefits. Her remaining Black Dragon Hidden Guards have also been wiped out by me. But she still has military power in her hands. Every prefecture and county in Xirong has her soldiers and horses in almost every city, adding up to a majestic army. If you want to completely disintegrate her power, you need to plan step by step."

Feng Qingyue's face was calm and composed, the veil fell down and swept across his face lightly, it couldn't bring out the slightest ripple in his eyes.

"You can't act too hastily, but you can't be too slow. You have suppressed her one after another in the past few months, and you have exhausted her last patience and tolerance. So she will definitely fight back, and when she is ready, it must be you An unshakable situation.”

Qiu Mingyue pursed her lips, her eyes were cool and deep.

"Most of the corrupt people in the court have been rectified by me, but some still can't move. She is not a very patient person. The reason why she indulges me like this must be her hole card. And those soldiers are her hole card."

She narrowed her eyes and suddenly sneered.

"She has the trump card, don't I? Do you really think that I haven't done anything in the past few years?" She used force in her hand, and the fine white jade cup was crushed by her, and finally dissipated in the air.

"No matter how capable she is, she always has scruples. This Xirong country is her scruples. But I am different. If she really wants to rebel, I will wait and see who will laugh last."

Feng Qingyue stared at her dust-free hands, her eyes flickered.

"Actually, I'm very strange. That person in Yanju is paranoid and dark. You are not the only heir to the Duanmu royal family. Even if you killed so many people, isn't there another Duanmu Hong? Why did she pamper you so much when she chose you alone? Is it because you are of direct blood?"

Qiu Mingyue knew what he was suspicious of and didn't explain it.

"One day you'll find out."

Feng Qingyue didn't ask any more questions, but continued the topic just now.

"You can break them one by one." He thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Actually, I have already expected this day, so I have already arranged it."

Qiu Mingyue looked at him, knowing that it was impossible for him to just attack Yanju in the past few months.He has been traveling the world as Rong Ye for these years, and he should have laid a lot of hidden stakes in all countries.He has been silent for the past few months, maybe he is using those hidden stakes just to win the final blow.

but--

"You have been preparing for more than ten years, but Yanju has been preparing for decades. Are you sure?"

Feng Qingyue smiled faintly, a strange light flashed in her eyes.

"Rong Ye and Feng Qingyue are two people. That's 20 years, plus those hidden forces buried in Xirong with the late emperor and A Li's hard work this year. Do you think it's not enough?"

"The first emperor?"

Qiu Mingyue was a little shocked.

(End of this chapter)