Sheng Chong Concubine

Chapter 972 Torn skin, scumbag female cousin (4)
The fireworks are ringing, and the colorful lights are shining in the night, dazzling and dazzling.What followed was countless fireworks and firecrackers, and the sound continued.

"so beautiful."

The bright autumn moon stretched and shone, and the fireworks ignited her. There was a smile between her brows and a line of cherry red around her lips, which was incomparably beautiful.

Feng Qingli's eyes were soft and her expression was as calm as water.

"There will be fireworks all night tonight."

"Why? Although it's a celebration, it's still a nuisance to the people. Those nobles don't need to show off at this time, do they?"

"It's not them, it's the palace."

Feng Qingli's voice was calm and clear, and every word was still clear amidst the sound of fireworks and firecrackers all over the sky.

Qiu Mingyue looked back at him, and saw that he lowered his head slightly, holding a white jade wine cup in his hand, his lips were as bright as peach blossoms, and his eyes were as iceberg-like as snow, and like waves flowing across.The charm is natural but frozen and condensed.

"The palace?"

"Ah."

He took a sip of wine, turned around and smiled at her sweetly, which was better than the sky full of prosperity and splendor at this moment.

"The war on the border is stable. Didn't you reward a lot of generals a while ago? There are also those families that were overthrown during the palace change, and those vacant officials were just filled by the young and talented people who were elected in the autumn this year. This year's The troubled times are finally over, and he is setting off fireworks to signal. Of course, he is also celebrating that he has finally eradicated those hidden dangers."

His eyebrows were lowered, and the smile on his lips was a little cold.

"He is happy that so many people have died, that is to say, he will be even happier if the people he wants to kill are still alive and well."

Qiu Mingyue's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly remembered King Zhennan who had returned to Beijing that day.It is said that he seemed to be seriously injured on the way back, and he was too late to attend the palace banquet.Princess Zhennan stayed by the bed to take care of her. Neither Feng Qingyue nor Feng Qingyao entered the palace.

Feng Qingli drank another sip of wine, her face fainted with rouge, and her intoxicated eyes added to her charm.However, his expression was a little sluggish, and his voice lowered.

"Uncle Wu Huang was assassinated on the way back to Beijing and almost died."

He suddenly clenched the wine glass tightly, and with a bang, the wine glass shattered, cut his palm, and blood flowed down.

Qiu Mingyue was startled, "You're crazy."

She quickly took his hand, carefully picked out the fragments, then took out the golden sore medicine she carried with her, poured it on it, and wrapped it around him with a handkerchief.

"You don't have to abuse yourself when you're angry, do you?"

Feng Qingli didn't struggle, her expression was a little bleak, and her voice became even hoarse.

"Xuanxuan, I just feel so tired. The palace changed 20 years ago, and Wu Huangshu was born and died for him, so he was able to be crowned a great treasure. Now he is ungrateful and kills loyal and powerful generals. Hehe, cunning rabbit, dead dog, bird Make a good bow. Sure enough!"

He suddenly reached out and hugged Qiu Mingyue, resting his chin on her shoulder, the grief, anger and depression that he had endured for many days poured out at this moment.

"You don't know, when the Empress Dowager adopted Uncle Wu Huang, she actually had this idea. She asked Uncle Wu Huang to learn the art of war and gave him the military power, but she just liked Uncle Wu Huang's benevolence, filial piety, and gratitude. At that time, they can help him. In the end, they will repay their kindness with revenge."

At the end of his speech, his voice was extremely depressed and angry.Qiu Mingyue could feel the tightening of his arms holding her, which made her almost out of breath.

"What he thinks in his heart will always be his imperial power and his dragon chair."

Qiu Mingyue sighed and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

"It's not your fault, you don't have to blame yourself."

Feng Qingli said in a low voice: "No, it's my fault. If I hadn't come back early, if I hadn't been fully prepared, Uncle Wuhuang wouldn't have been hurt so badly, I..."

"You came back because of me. In that case, I'm the one to blame."

Qiu Mingyue interrupted him, not wanting him to blame himself and feel guilty for Emperor Xiaoren's selfishness and cruelty.

"Do not."

Feng Qingli hugged her tightly, "He's just forcing me, from the very beginning. Either save Fifth Emperor Uncle, or save you..." He looked extremely sad and miserable, "If it wasn't for Bai Yun... ..."

His voice suddenly became very soft, so soft that Qiu Mingyue didn't hear what he said at the end, and couldn't help but ask, "What did you say?"

Feng Qingli seemed to wake up suddenly, shook her head, and still hugged her tightly.

"It's nothing."

After a while, he spoke again in a low voice.

"It's time to hand over the military power if there is no fifth emperor uncle after a year."

Qiu Mingyue was a little surprised, but took it for granted.

"fair enough."

Feng Qingli pursed her lips tightly, her eyes were dark and deep.

"Feel sorry for him?"

Both of them knew that this 'he' referred to Feng Qingyue.Qiu Mingyue naturally knew what Feng Qingli was thinking. Feng Qingyue had been secretly helping him, but his father was persecuting King Zhennan step by step. How could he not feel guilty?
Feng Qingli lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Qiu Mingyue reached out and patted him on the back, "Don't think so much, it's not your fault, he will understand."

The husband and wife hugged each other quietly, and in this night of bright fireworks, they were clamoring for the tranquility of the moment.

In the middle of the night, Feng Qingli opened the door and walked out after watching Qiu Mingyue fall asleep.

In the darkness, there was a tall man standing tall, quietly looking at an unknown corner in front of him, and hearing footsteps behind him, his face hidden in the darkness was slightly revealed.As pure as jade, as warm as water, especially those eyes, as gorgeous as a woman's.Stillness is good, if it fluctuates, there will be brilliance, but there are countless others.

Feng Qingli was slightly in a trance, and then sighed.

"Bai Yun."

Feng Qingyue stood with one hand behind her back, seeing him looking a little lonely, she smiled slightly.

"What's the matter? Hurry up and come back to save her. Isn't she by your side now? Why are you still so melancholy?"

His tone was as clear and elegant as usual, without even the slightest ripple or displeasure.Those eyes are as clear as spring water, as if they will never be able to hide the world of mortals.

Feng Qingli stared into his eyes, thinking that every time she appeared, those eyes would no longer be empty and lonely, they would be full of her shadow, engraved directly into the bottom of her heart.At that time, the smile in his eyes reached the bottom of his eyes.Pain and happiness.

Feng Qingli suddenly rolled her eyes away, feeling a little depressed, not because of jealousy, but because of inexplicable guilt and sadness.

"sorry."

Feng Qingyue smiled as usual, standing lazily, her sleeves were as thick as clouds, it seemed that there were snowflakes flying lightly, falling between the temples of his clothes, but they did not melt.It was strange that in such a cold and twelfth lunar month, he was dressed thinly, but apart from his pale face, he didn't feel any discomfort.Even the smile on her lips was the same as usual, her dark and cool eyes were clear and flawless, and under the bridge of her nose that was as graceful and delicate as a jade carving, there was a line of red lips like cherry blossoms.Coupled with the clear and fair skin like jade crystals, the extreme beauty that stimulates the vision is simply breathless.

(End of this chapter)