Sheng Chong Concubine

Chapter 807 Doing my best to help you (1)
"Prince De died in battle, and Princess De died in love, leaving Xinyi who was still a baby. She grew up beside Ai's family, and her body was weak. She went out of the palace and went to Wutai Mountain to raise her for so many years. Finally, she was fine. Yes. If I can have a good home, the Ai family will fulfill their wish."

Now that we've talked about it, it's obvious that the queen mother intends to give her a marriage.The ministers all smiled with comprehension, and they looked at Feng Qingyue with hints in their eyes.

The joy in Zheng Xinyi's eyes could hardly be restrained, now as long as Feng Qingyue stood up in the main hall and asked to marry Princess Xinyi, Emperor Xiaoren would immediately issue a decree to marry her.However, he seemed to have not heard the conversation above, and he did not take any action for a long time.Staring silently at the wine glass in his hand, he watched the clear wine create circles and ripples, like entangled dreams, enclosing all those memories that could not be kept even if they were chopped off.

Time passed by every minute and every second, until the smiles of the people around him faded away and became a little stiff.The expressions of the Empress Dowager and the Emperor also changed slightly, and the smile in Zheng Xinyi's eyes slowly turned into panic and panic.She opened her mouth, wanting to call him, but felt that a big stone was stuck in her throat, making her speechless.

King Zhennan glanced at his son, "Yue'er."

Princess Zhennan was also a little anxious, "Yue'er, you..."

The Marquis of Pingan sighed, and said via voice transmission: "Yue'er, at this point, you can't tolerate temporary capriciousness. The past ten years...isn't it the result you want? At this moment, what are you still hesitating about? There are bound to be mistakes. You understand this truth."

Feng Qingyue still pursed her lips and did not speak.What is gained is bound to be lost. He understood more than ten years ago that if he laid out a game of chess with painstaking efforts, isn't he just waiting for today?It's just that the price seems too high.He used to think that gains and losses were not important, or that he had nothing to lose in his life.But now why do you feel that Zheng Xinyi is standing here, so dazzling?

Suddenly, he noticed a complicated gaze looking over him, and he looked up, only to see Feng Qingli looking at him with complicated and guilty eyes that had never been seen before.He moved his lips, as if talking.

"don't want……"

Feng Qingyue stared at him, remembering a conversation many years ago.It was the beginning of March, when spring returned to the earth and everything recovered.At that time, he was still the eldest prince's accompanying student, entering the palace every day.That day, he heard the conversation between his father and mother, and left alone, but in the southwest corner of the palace, he saw a little boy sitting on the stone steps.The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the walls of the Liuli Palace, sparkling with sparkling waves.The mottled branches were projected on the ground, blending with his lonely shadow, so blurred that they couldn't distinguish clearly.

He walked over, "Ali, what's wrong with you?"

The little Feng Qingli hugged her knees, staring blankly at a certain point, her eyes were sad and desolate.

Following his gaze, it is indeed Fengqi Palace.

"Didn't you go to see the queen today?"

He took advantage of the opportunity to sit down and asked lightly.

Feng Qingli turned her head in surprise, and looked at him strangely.He smiled slightly, knowing that this action was not in line with his usual style.

"Anything on your mind?"

Feng Qingli turned her head away, and took a while to speak.

"Is there anything in particular you want to do? You will sacrifice everything just to achieve one goal. In this life, you only want to do one thing well."

He turned around in surprise, looking at the little boy in front of him who was one year younger than himself. At this moment, he was looking at the faint glow in the sky, with indescribable loneliness and grief in his eyes, as well as faint hatred and helplessness.

"What do you want to do?"

"I think……"

Feng Qingli lowered her head, but asked suddenly.

"Why did you come here today?" He tilted his head and looked at him, "Do you have something on your mind?"

Holding a branch, he drew circles on the ground, his eyes were focused but erratic, and suddenly said: "I discovered something, something that can't be changed even if I try my best all my life."

Feng Qingli frowned, "What's the matter?"

He smiled, an eight-year-old child, but there are vicissitudes that do not match his age.He didn't answer, just asked.

"What about you? What you want to do, is it impossible to achieve it with all your life?"

His tone was so erratic and sad, as if there was a kind of silent grief.Either because it was too repressed, or because of the unspeakable secret in her heart, Feng Qingli couldn't breathe.When he was seven years old, looking at Feng Qingyue, who was eight years old, he suddenly had an urge to talk to her.

"I want...to call her...Mom!"

He paused his fingers, and looked back at Feng Qingli calmly.

Feng Qingli rested her chin on her knees again, and looked in the direction of Fengqi Palace.

"She is my mother, my biological mother..."

That afternoon, the lonely little boy confided his life experience to him.In the end, he said in a low voice: "She is unhappy, I want to save her out."

He was silent, and also looked in the direction of Fengqi Palace.Strangely, he was not surprised to hear such a secret suddenly.It is probably because his mood has become numb from mourning and despair, so there is nothing in this world that can arouse him to fluctuate a bit.

Thinking of this, he smiled.

"I'll help you."

He heard himself say it.

Feng Qingli stared at him with wide eyes, "You..."

He smiled again, "There is one thing that I can't change with all my life. But I want to do my best to do one thing well. You gave me this opportunity, so I will help you. Pour me I will do my best to help you achieve what you want.”

Feng Qingyue suddenly lowered her head, with a self-deprecating smile on her lips.Give everything in your life, just to do one thing well.This is his promise.

At that time, he tried his best to make that lonely little boy recognize his mother back.So he acquiesced that Zheng Xinyi approached him, just to find a reasonable reason for him to resign from the status of accompanying the eldest prince after she left in the future, to fade out of everyone's sight, and concentrate on helping that little boy.However, God did not give them a chance, because three days later, the woman died in the deliberately arranged fire, leaving no bones left.

He entered the palace and rescued him.Then look at the painful tears in his eyes and the hatred to the bone...

He later told himself, "I want revenge."

He was still sitting beside him in the palace that day, smiling gently at him.

"I'll help you."

One day he asked himself, "Why help me?"

He heard himself say, "Thought I didn't know what to do with my life other than this."

Then one day in one year, he knew his secret.Looking at himself, he hesitated to speak, but his eyes once again gathered the deep pain besides hatred.He smiled slightly, without any surprise or concealment, just sighed slightly.

(End of this chapter)