Sheng Chong Concubine

Chapter 1187 The Grand Finale (8)
"Don't you think he's lived too long?"

Shen Qingxuan was startled.

Feng Qingli looked back at her, hugged her in her arms, her voice was somewhat emotional.

"When a person's obsession is too deep, life is too heavy. He is riddled with holes, and perhaps the only way to escape is death."

Shen Qingxuan pursed her lips and remained silent.

Feng Qingli let her go and held her hand instead.

"Let's go, we should go back."

"I suddenly feel that your master is very pitiful."

After getting into the carriage, Shen Qingxuan said: "I have been obsessed with a woman for more than 600 years, just to see her again. How affectionate is this? Such a person did not even impress Empress Ruixian back then. I don't know that the Holy Emperor, What kind of stunning talent, glamor and elegance should make Empress Rui Xian fall in love with her so much."

Feng Qingli smiled, "Maybe if you help him open Empress Ruixian's tomb, you will be able to see it." After a pause, he smiled with some deep meaning.

"I also want to know what kind of rival in love defeated him but made him lose willingly."

Shen Qingxuan glanced at him with a faint smile in her eyes.

"Do you want to see a joke again?"

Feng Qingli shrugged, "It's just curiosity, aren't you curious too? Besides—" He paused and looked at her deeply. "I also want to know, what kind of demeanor was your ancestor?"

Shen Qingxuan was a little dazed and confused, and suddenly thought of a question.

"Oops, I forgot to ask him just now, do I have a chance to go back?"

Feng Qingli's face immediately sank, "Why, do you want to go back?"

Eh?
"No." Knowing that this was his scar, Shen Qingxuan quickly said: "I just want to ask, will there be any accidents in the future, and then I will go back without knowing it? How wronged am I?"

Feng Qingli's complexion improved a bit, and she took her into her arms, and said, "It shouldn't happen. Didn't he say that you were already dead in that world? You can't possess someone without a soul magnetic field compatible with yours. And this kind of thing also needs a chance. So, you probably can't go back."

Shen Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief while feeling lonely, "That's fine."

Feng Qingli hugged her and smiled contentedly.

The world is one.

He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "It seems that I really have to step up my pace."

Shen Qingxuan was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that he was talking about Xuanyuan Yi.She was a little dazed, "Eighteen days, only eighteen days, Feng Qingwu's resentment is so heavy, can he dispel it in such a short time?"

Feng Qingli remained calm, "If you can't do it, you have to do it, otherwise you won't open the tomb for him, the initiative is in your hands."

Shen Qingxuan nodded, "That's right, the old man probably doesn't want to see us now, I'll come to him again in a few days."

Feng Qingli smiled and said nothing.

The carriage quickly returned to Prince Rong's mansion, and now the four children in the mansion are lively.Concubine Rong was a little surprised when she brought Shangguan Wei and Shangguan Mo to Prince Rong's mansion last night, but she was also very happy.Too many people died in Prince Rong's Mansion in the past two years, and it was deserted. As soon as Shen Qingxuan came back, she brought a few children. Concubine Rong was old, and she was naturally happy to have her great-grandson by her knees.

In the afternoon, Shen Qingxuan discussed with Feng Qingli, and took Chu Yuying to see Feng Qingxiang.

The dungeon was damp and smelled bad.Shen Qingxuan didn't follow, but just waited at the door.Chu Yuying followed the guards to the innermost cell.Feng Qingxiang was squatting, and after being imprisoned for a long time, he looked a little embarrassed and decadent.He was wearing prison clothes, and there were bloodstains on the clothes, which looked very frightening.The hair is disheveled, and the profile is thin and frail.The whole person has long since lost the vigor and ambition of the past.

No matter how proud and beautiful a person is, being eroded by such daily darkness and endless abyss, he has long since lost his original ambition and pursuit.

Chu Yuying stood at the door of the prison, watching his back, shed tears unknowingly.

"Master..."

Feng Qingxiang was shocked, and almost suspected that he was hallucinating.

"Master." Chu Yuying called out again, "It's me, I'm here to see you."

Only then did Feng Qingxiang slowly turn around, looking at Chu Yuying who was clutching the iron railing with both hands and her face full of tears, she squinted her eyes in a daze.

"you……"

Maybe he hasn't spoken for too long, his voice is a little hoarse.

"How did you come?"

"I..." Chu Yuying suddenly paused, her gaze fell on the blood all over his body and the bandages on his wrists and ankles.She knew that Feng Qingli had crippled his martial arts, and now his meridians were broken, and he was already a useless person.However, seeing his current distressed appearance with her own eyes, she felt extremely distressed.

"Sir, you...you have suffered."

The jailer had already opened the cell door, and she walked in tremblingly, squatting beside him, not knowing where to put her hands.

"Does it still hurt?"

Feng Qingxiang lowered his head, looked up at her at this moment, and saw her haggard face, with pain and pity in her eyes, suddenly felt a little panicked in her heart.This is his wife, the woman he didn't want to marry in the first place.After nearly three years of husband and wife, he didn't treat her very well, and even thought of divorcing his wife long ago.Until now, he lost everything and became a prisoner, and everyone detested him.But only this woman still came to see him.

Is this a kind of irony?
"I am fine."

He responded indifferently, and said lightly: "This place is so dirty, what are you doing here? Go back, what I did has nothing to do with you, and my father will not blame you. If possible, find someone to marry. It's not worth it for me to delay your youth."

Chu Yuying was shocked, and tears filled her eyes again.

"Sanggong, you...you don't want me?"

Feng Qingxiang smiled bitterly, "I don't treat you well, you don't need to be a widow for someone like me. Although the Chu family has collapsed, your father and king have always been benevolent and righteous, and your grandmother also likes you. They will arrange a good future for you. After a pause, he sighed and stretched out his hand as if wanting to wipe away her tears, but all the meridians were broken, and the wounds all over his body were affected by a slight movement, and the pain began to spread.

He gave up mockingly, "Yuying, I'm sorry for you. I failed you. I'll be thankful if you don't hate me. How can I trap you for the rest of my life?"

He looked at Chu Yuying, with rare pity and guilt in his eyes.In this case, before changing, he would never say it.In the past, he thought highly of himself and looked down upon Chu Yuying's first-class concubine daughter, even though he himself was only a concubine.However, since he was a child, he had been determined to inherit Prince Rong's mansion, and he was so arrogant, how could he put Chu Yuying in his eyes?
Later, he rebelled against the eldest prince, failed, was abolished from martial arts, and was locked in a prison.No one tortured him, no one tortured him.There were many people in the prison that day, and he seemed to be a special case, living in a cell alone.Through the wall, he could hear the screams of those prisoners being tortured every day.He almost collapsed under such daily hearing torture, and wanted to commit suicide several times to end himself.But now he doesn't even have the strength to commit suicide.Gradually, he became desperate and indifferent, and had no choice but to wait for death.

(End of this chapter)