Sheng Chong Concubine

Chapter 660 Yue's Sadness, Treasure Blueprint (1)
"But I don't want to."

Feng Qingli's body froze for a moment, as if sadness was spreading.

"you hate me?"

"it's OK."

Qiu Mingyue shook her head honestly.

"Today is our wedding night, the bridal chamber is festive."

He looked at her, feeling the need to remind the woman what to do next.

"I know."

She nodded and blinked.

"Then we..."

He lowered his head and moved closer, his soft body was like cotton wool under him, and the faint body fragrance wrapped around his nose like a cloud of silk, which made him almost unable to restrain himself.

"and many more."

She pushed him away slightly, the flaming lights reflected her flaming cheeks, and her equally hoarse and firm voice sounded in the ambiguous night.

"Xuanxuan?"

Feng Qingli was a little dissatisfied, she was obviously moved, and he could feel it.But why do you keep rejecting it again and again?

Qiu Mingyue turned her face away, avoided his overly hot gaze, took a steady breath, and said, "I'm only 14 years old."

Feng Qingli frowned, as if she understood something, her breath changed.

Qiu Mingyue took a deep breath, closed her eyes, then turned her head and looked at him squarely.

"I don't reject your touch, but I can't now. At least, I have to wait until I'm a little older, otherwise I can't accept it." She has just turned 14 years old, and modern concepts are deeply rooted in her bone marrow, which makes her let go no matter what. not open.

Her eyes were bright and serious, without any evasion or perfunctory, she met his eyes directly.She wants him to know that it's not that she dislikes him and hates him alive, it's just that she really can't overcome the hurdle in her heart.

Feng Qingli looked at her, then suddenly lay down beside her, stretched out her arms to hug her, and didn't speak.

Qiu Mingyue was taken aback, "Zijing?"

"Go to sleep."

His hands around her waist were tightened, his voice was a little hoarse, but there was really no other movement.

Qiu Mingyue was a little surprised, "You?"

"I'm waiting for you."

He leaned close to her ear, whispering softly.There are only three words, but they are like a warm sun, ironing them into Qiu Mingyue's heart.The corners of her mouth raised slightly, evoking a faint smile.Close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

She never liked maidservants watching the night by the door when she slept, and Feng Qingli didn't like it either.So the previous movement did not alarm anyone.

Qiu Mingyue was really tired today, she closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.But Feng Qingli couldn't fall asleep. He opened his eyes and saw the woman in his arms sleeping like a kitten, with a peaceful face and even breathing.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. Although he was a little regretful, he was still happy.After a year of waiting, are you afraid of waiting another year?

It's just that the restlessness in his heart couldn't be suppressed, and he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.Gently broke away from her hand on her waist, touched her sleeping point, and moved it out by herself, a little away from her warm nephrite body.

The evening wind blew in, and he took a deep breath, barely suppressing the scorching fire.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly noticed something. With a flick of his finger, the window opened, and an elegant and laughing voice came from the roof.

"Since you can't sleep, you might as well have a drink with me."

Feng Qingli frowned, her fingers moved suddenly, and the silver-white silk thread wrapped around the casement.He carefully tucked Qiu Mingyue's quilt, but without seeing how he moved, he suddenly floated out of the window.It seemed to be sitting on the ground, looking up at the people on the roof.

Brocade clothes and snow robes, noble and flawless.Sitting lazily on the roof, holding a jug in one hand, looking down at him, his radiant eyes seem to be flickering with a smile.

"I have the best jade snow fragrance here, do you want to taste it?"

Feng Qingli raised her eyebrows, suddenly her figure floated and landed on the roof, sitting beside him in a well-behaved manner.

Feng Qingyue laughed as she watched him steadfastly carrying water.

"Your qinggong has become more and more refined, so you can still come up."

Feng Qingli glanced at him.

"I didn't see you at the guest table just now, so I thought you weren't coming. I didn't expect that I was sitting here drinking alone."

He glanced at the unopened wine jars, then at the empty wine jars beside him, and frowned.

"Are you drinking to drown your sorrows?"

Feng Qingyue lowered her head and laughed.The loose robe hangs down like a brocade cloud, shining with the moonlight. The fragrance of flowers against the wind of the night is especially intoxicating.

He closed his eyes, his voice was still smiling and joking.

"On the wedding night, why, was the bride kicked out?"

Feng Qingli opened a wine jar, and the sweet aroma of the wine entered her nostrils.He raised his head, took a big sip of wine, and said, "Bo Yun, do you hate me?"

Feng Qingyue pillowed her hands under her head, closed her eyes, facing the breeze, as if she was about to fall asleep.

"Ok?"

Feng Qingli took another sip of wine, and looked into the distance.

"Actually, I know, you treat her..."

"Ali."

Feng Qingyue interrupted him suddenly, and opened her eyes, which were as pure as glass.He smiled, his voice murmured like the wind, and he seemed to be sinking into a dream.

"You're drunk and starting to talk nonsense."

He seemed to sigh, and the white mist slowly dissipated in the icy wind, as if the lingering obsession in his heart seemed to disappear in the wind with this sigh.

"Yuxue is sweet and mellow, intoxicating like a dream. But the aftertaste is very strong, hehe, it seems that I really shouldn't let you come up."

Feng Qingli's eyes fell on those empty wine jars again, "How long do you want to get drunk? Or, how long do you want to escape?"

Feng Qingyue still had her eyes closed, and the sound of her robes rattled, like white clouds passing over thousands of mountains and rivers, like floods washing away the lofty mountains, washing away the silent loneliness.

"It's good to be drunk, but I'm afraid of being drunk and not drunk."

It is rare for such an unparalleled person from Tsinghua University to have such a melancholy sigh.Like white clouds covering the breeze, like a thousand mountains in the evening snow, a lonely plum blossom on the snow mountain.He is spotless at all times, elegant and dignified at all times.Such a drunken and melancholy appearance like today is really rare in a thousand years.

Feng Qingli lowered her head, looking at the lights of thousands of houses at night from this angle, those uneven eaves, those mottled branches shrouded in the night, those red silk happy characters wrapped around them, and those countless hustle and bustle.

He suddenly felt that all these things that he had carefully arranged for his happiness suddenly became so dazzling.

Just because it was bought with another person's heartbreak.

As soon as he sent his fingers, he wanted to use his internal force to send the wine jar out, so he stretched out a hand.That hand was clean and white, like a jade carving, like the only whiteness in the world, silently stretched out in the cold wind of the night.He took the wine jar very naturally and lightly, followed by a faint chuckle.

(End of this chapter)