Xiangmen Concubine: The Emperor's Abandoned Concubine

Chapter 632 Regret
The night is hazy, and the shadows of the trees are mottled.

He was wearing a silver-gray cloak, and his hair was tied up with bamboo hairpins.In the cold wind, there was a faint fragrance of herbs.

The clouds in the sky are gradually closing, and the sky is glazed.

The man with a leisurely posture walked towards the woods, holding a jade flute in his hand.The jade flute is green all over, with a milky white tassel tied at the end.

It's just that although his posture is leisurely and elegant, in such a night, his figure is thin and frosty, infinitely lonely.

He walked to a rock in the bamboo forest and sat down, looking down at the jade flute.The slender fingers caressed the jade flute lightly, as if gently stroking his lover.

Under the silver-gray cloak, the gown was white and spotless.Feng Changxi, who was sitting on the rock, stared deeply at the jade flute in his hand.

In the night, his black hair blended with the night, bringing out the poetic luster of his pearl-white neck under the bun.

After a while, he put the jade flute to his lips slowly.

The sound of the flute is elegant and melodious, light and free, like a butterfly flying among the flowers in the mountains, dancing lightly, but flying recklessly, carefree.

It is also like a brook passing through the soul. The stream is gurgling, crystal clear, reflecting the beautiful scenery of the mountains, and the scenery is infinitely beautiful.

It is obviously a quiet and pleasant flute sound, but there is a bit of bitterness and sadness hidden behind the joy, which cannot be concealed.

Playing the jade flute, it seemed as if he had seen the days when he and she were having fun in the small courtyard. She made tea and he played the piano.

She plays the piano and he plays the flute.

At that time, she said, if there is a large bamboo forest in this small courtyard, and we play the piano and sing poems in the bamboo forest every day, make tea and talk and laugh, how leisurely would it be?
Thus, there is now a bamboo forest here.It is her favorite orchid and bamboo, as quiet as an orchid, with a faint fragrance.

Every night in Shizi Mansion, he would come to this bamboo forest.Sometimes it's half an hour, sometimes it's an hour...

Sometimes, it is one night, sitting on this rock, twisting the flagon and drinking non-stop.

Then when he just gave up on her, he kept anesthetizing himself with alcohol.

However, it turns out that drunkenness, dreams and death are just a joke with letting go, when you think you have let go or forgotten someone.

The crystal-clear liquid flows down the throat, and the spirits pass through the intestines. Only when you are in a hazy state of intoxication can you realize that the more you drink, the more sober you become.

Only then did he realize that the woman was like the blood that penetrated his bone marrow, until he turned into a handful of loess, and along with his corpse, would turn into dust many years later.

What he pushed away, used, and missed back then were all what he wanted most.And what he didn't miss, what was always by his side, was what he never wanted to have.

Power, wealth, status, status...

If he is not the son of Nanjun Prince, but just the heir of Yaowanggu, can he take her far away without worrying about the whole family?

What does the rise and fall of the world have to do with him?

Huangtu Baye. What is he doing?

Or, he is the emperor of the Fengtian Dynasty, so he can keep her by his side.Didn't Feng Jiuyou take advantage of her power to imprison her by her side?
However, she must not be reconciled.

An indifferent and elegant woman like her likes quiet orchids and bamboos, likes to sit alone and make tea, likes to ride horses in rivers and lakes, likes to save the people, how could she like it, and stay in that small world?
The hand holding the jade flute tightened slightly, and the melodious sound of the flute was full of a touch of sadness.In the faint sadness, there is endless loneliness and melancholy.

She was supposed to be his.

Mianmian, he was wrong.

Why can't you give him another chance?

He used to be so close to luck, within reach.She used to stand by his side, with bright eyes and a slight smile, sincere friendship.

There is a kind of depressive sadness in the sound of the flute, as if something blocked the crisp note, filling it with bitterness.

It was an unresolved sorrow, an endless embarrassment, an endless apology, and a pain that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time and could no longer be borne.

Mianmian, he was really wrong.

A teardrop fell from the corner of my eye...

In the depths of the bamboo forest, Ruan Mianmian had never seen Feng Changxi with such an expression.

He sat casually on the rock, with an elegant posture, as if blending into the whole bamboo forest, forming a beautiful scenery with the orchid and bamboo in the bamboo forest.

But his body was trembling slightly.Such trembling, if it wasn't because her martial arts had improved a lot, it would be really hard to detect it from such a long distance.

With a sudden pain in his heart, Ruan Mianmian looked at Feng Changxi over there, and frowned.

As if sensing someone in the bamboo forest in the distance, Feng Changxi suddenly jumped up from the rock and quickly jumped towards Ruan Mianmian's direction.

Ruan Mianmian froze for a moment, her figure flashed, but the moment she turned around, she heard Feng Changxi's voice behind her.

"Mianmian!"

There was a pause in her steps, and it was precisely because of this slight pause that Feng Changxi had already arrived in front of her.

His back is straight, and his noble temperament seems to blend into the whole scenery in this quiet orchid and bamboo forest, becoming the pillar of the scenery.

Such an elegant and picturesque man, with that bright and beautiful aura.He didn't smile or speak, but just looked at her quietly.

Looking at Feng Changxi, Ruan Mianmian blinked, turned and left.

Because Feng Changxi came in front of her, Ruan Mianmian turned slightly sideways, and as soon as she took a step, Feng Changxi grabbed her wrist.

"Let go of me." There was no emotion in the cold voice.

The two stand side by side, but one is facing south and the other is facing north, neither can see the other, nor look at the other: "Don't let go!"

Frowning slightly, Ruan Mianmian said, "Let go!"

The hand holding her wrist tightened slightly, and the corners of Feng Changxi's mouth curled up slightly, with a faint smile: "As you said, we are friends."

Frowning brows, slowly loosen: "Changxi, let me go first."

She didn't want to fight him, and there was no need to fight him.

"You once said that you wished there was a bamboo forest in the small courtyard, and that you could make tea, talk and laugh, play the piano and sing poems in the bamboo forest." Feng Changxi didn't look at her, but looked at the surrounding bamboo forests, with a melancholy voice: "Today, can you have a drink with me?"

While speaking, he had already let go of her hand.

Before she could say anything, Feng Changxi had already turned around, the moonlight was quiet, reflecting his slender and tall figure, the cold wind was blowing his silver-gray cloak, and what was blowing past was endless loneliness.

Ruan Mianmian raised her head slightly, looking at the sky...

The crescent moon is like a hook, with a faint haze.

Pursing her lips, Ruan Mianmian turned her eyes to Feng Changxi who had already reached the rock and stood there looking at her gracefully.

"Big brother..."

Princess Ruolin, who came all the way with her maid, appeared in the bamboo forest. The moment she saw Feng Changxi, a trace of embarrassment flashed across her eyes.

Immediately, the moment he saw Ruan Mianmian, he froze there.

Seeing this, the maidservant beside her quickly knelt down: "My maidservant sees the Empress Empress! Your empress is a thousand years old!"

Princess Ruolin was clever, and finally regained her composure, and quickly knelt down: "Ruolin has seen the empress."

In the bleak cold wind, Ruan Mianmian twitched the corners of her mouth.Before he finished speaking, Feng Changxi had already said, "Ruolin, you're sick again, how can there be any empress here?"

Princess Ruolin let out a soft "Huh", looked at Feng Changxi in puzzlement, and then quickly looked in Ruan Mianmian's direction.

The orchid and bamboo stand upright in the cold wind. Although the root bones are slender, they stand proudly, still proud.And there, tall and straight orchids and bamboos grew out, but there was nothing.

(End of this chapter)