Sheng Chong Concubine

Chapter 1244 Love is deep and lifeless, strong will be humiliated (3)
"I'm fine." Feng Qingyao smiled weakly, and glanced at Duan Muhong. "Ah Hong, he made a fuss, don't believe him. I just caught a cold, nothing serious. Cough cough cough..."

Duan Muhong didn't speak, but his face was full of pain.His lips trembled, and he could hardly speak.

At this time, Feng Qingli had already walked in.Looking at Feng Qingyao lying on the bed, there was also a trace of pain in her eyes.Feng Qingyao had already raised her eyes to see him, and smiled again.

"Brother Li is here too? That's great..." She was very ill, but she still smiled. "Ah Hong, Brother Li and Sister Xuan finally came here, how can we let them stay here? You should make arrangements for them to stay here."

"Okay." Duan Muhong's voice was already hoarse, "Don't talk, wait for Xiaoqi to cure you, and let's keep them here to have fun. You haven't seen each other for a long time, and you must have a lot to say. At that time, the four of us went to the outskirts to race horses. Let me see if your riding skills have improved."

"Ah."

Feng Qingyao responded softly.

The maidservants around all lowered their heads, but at this moment, someone began to sob softly.The room was too quiet, so the soft sobbing sound was extraordinarily abrupt and clear, and it resounded in this room full of strong medicinal smell, making one's heart tremble and appalled.

Duan Muhong frowned and gave a low drink.

"Why are you crying? Everyone go out."

Shen Qingxuan was startled, Duan Muhong has always been good-tempered, and under normal circumstances he would not lose his temper with servants.And at this time——

"Yes."

The maids hurriedly retreated out one by one.

"and many more."

Shen Qingxuan suddenly stood up, staring closely at the sobbing maid just now.

"You stay."

"Xiaoqi."

Duan Muhong looked up at her, his eyes were bloodshot and painful.

Shen Qingxuan took a deep breath, trying to suppress the sudden upheaval in her heart.

"Tell me, how long has your princess been ill?"

The servant girl knelt on the ground, weeping but did not speak.

Shen Qingxuan's eyes sharpened and she was ready to get angry, but Feng Qingli came over, took her hand, and shook her head at her.

"Don't embarrass her."

Shen Qingxuan swayed and looked back at him with tears in her eyes.

"You already knew that, didn't you?"

Feng Qingli bowed her head and pondered for a while, then laughed at herself: "He intends to hide it from us, and I only found out not long ago. It's just that I didn't expect it, it's already too late."

"Ha ha……"

Shen Qingxuan took two steps back, already shedding tears in a daze.The eyes are full of unbelievable grief and sudden realization of the sadness and helpless grief and pain.

"What day is it?"

"Xuanxuan..." Feng Qingli went to pull her, but she avoided her and asked loudly, "What time is it today?"

"The ninth day of May." Duan Muhong answered her in a deep voice.

Shen Qingxuan faltered and almost fell to the ground.Feng Qingli hurried over and hugged her in her arms.

"Xuanxuan..." His eyes were full of pain, his hands holding her were trembling, and his heart was shrouded in great sadness.I just feel that no matter what I have experienced in this life, no matter what kind of pain, it is not as heart-piercing as this moment.

"What about the letter?"

Shen Qingxuan didn't look at him, but said softly: "Every year he writes me a letter, this year it's already more than a month late." She slowly raised her head to look at him, there was nothing in her eyes except barrenness.

"Where's the letter? Did you hide it?" She stretched out her hand tremblingly to grab him, her voice trembling and even crying. "Give me the letter, Zijing, give me the letter. I know, you must have hidden the letter, right? Tell me, where is it?"

"tell me……"

At the end, she had already shed tears, and her eyes were full of despair and pain.

"He's still alive..."

She spoke the last four words so softly that she could hardly hear them.However, Feng Qingli was shocked all over, and her face was as white as snow.Duanmuhong closed his eyes, a tear fell from the corner of his eyes.Feng Qingyao slowly stretched out her hand, wiped away the tears on his face, and smiled slightly.His eyes were clear and clean, just like back then.

"Hiro, don't do this."

"Yaoyao..." Looking at his terminally ill wife in his arms, Duan Muhong only felt his heart tightly clenched, as if cut into countless pieces by a steel knife, the pain was so bloody, so painful that he couldn't even breathe. Be careful.Because if she knew that he was in pain, she would definitely feel a thousand times more pain than him.

"The ninth day of May... 20 years..." Shen Qingxuan buried her head on Feng Qingli's shoulder, clutching his sleeves with both hands, trembling all over.

"Today..." She raised her tear-stained face and looked at Feng Qingyao in a daze. "How could I forget that today...is your 35th birthday."

Feng Qingyao, who had been smiling all the time, slowly restrained her smile, her eyelashes drooped, and her skinny fingers trembled slightly.Duan Muhong hugged her tightly, the pain was too painful to speak anymore.

The Hua family cursed that among the descendants of the Hua family, men would not live to be 20 years old, and women would not live to be 35 years old.

The concubine and queen of Zhennan back then, as well as so many descendants of the Hua family, could not escape.

"He lied to me." Shen Qingxuan was still weeping in a daze, "He lied to me...Wangchen lied to me, and he lied to me too. The curse of the Hua family was born with me. Twenty years ago, I thought the curse they were carrying It has been lifted..." She began to tremble again, "Why? Why did you lie to me? Why?"

She roared sadly, her eyes were bloodshot, angry and painful.

That person, that person lied to her for 20 years.A letter every year, letting her know that he is still alive, living in a corner she doesn't know.Every year he would do something modest to tell her that his existence was real.And those things are indeed true.

The elders of the Hua family's generation died long ago, and only Feng Qingxian remained.That child, that child, she had seen back then.The child was congenitally deficient and was poisoned the day after tomorrow.She felt his pulse, at most he would not survive.So she was not surprised when he died young.However, until today, I saw Feng Qingyao lying on the bed dying.She suddenly realized that someone had lied to her for 20 years.

So those letters, those letters.Those letters must have been written by him long ago.However, how could he predict everything that happened in the past 20 years?It can only explain one problem, a certain person is replacing him and creating those incidents.However, such a thing must have traces to follow.For so many years, except for the death of Feng Qingxian and the old King Zhennan, he had never set foot in the capital.

And those two times, when she went, he had already left.Coming so silently, and leaving so eagerly and hastily, it seemed that they were covering up something.She didn't think much about it before, but now the facts are in front of her eyes.

(End of this chapter)