Don turned his head and looked at Gong Yueyue who was still calmly caressing the gentle water waves. Po Li's eyes were slightly red and he whispered: "Princess..." and could no longer speak.
Gong Yueyue smiled gently, this smile was so indifferent, as indifferent as if all the complexities in the world were like stars passing by in an instant and no longer exist. Gong Yueyue raised her eyes slightly and said softly: "On the wedding night, he said to me, besides love, what else can I do?
He can give it to me."
Her long eyelashes drooped slightly, Gong Yueyue said calmly: "The moment I met the Crown Princess by chance in front of the main hall, I knew that she was his love."
Gong Yueyue's words were like powerful arrows flying from close range, instantly piercing Bai Ji's quiet heart.
"Just because I saw through Zhao Changyuan, my husband blurted out that if I leaked this matter, he would definitely kill me."
After saying this, Gong Yueyue started to laugh softly. While smiling, she raised her petite fair face. Her black pupils stared at Bai Ji and Po Li in the pool with a smile, who were already shocked by these words.
"Looking at the situation in the main hall tonight, I thought..." Unable to hold back his sobs, Po Li said in pain: "I thought, princess, you were lucky enough to meet your beloved. Who knew there was such a hidden secret in this.
"
Looking at Gong Yueyue's fair complexion, Bai Ji felt secretly sad in her heart, "I married far away to South Vietnam, and the fourth prince is a very talented person. Princess, this infinitely noble identity has become something you can't escape.
Shackles..."
But what made Bai Ji very surprised was that Gong Yueyue's delicate face did not show any trace of sadness. Instead, the calmness on her face puzzled her.
"I call you to come and bathe with me in the pool tonight. It turns out that I don't regard you as a servant in my heart."
Gong Yueyue's eyes sparkled with infinite sincerity, and she said softly: "The situation is compelling, and I have to tell the whole story."
After saying that, Gong Yueyue caressed Qin'e's round cheek softly and said softly: "If you don't marry off the extra branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree, its main trunk will be deprived of nutrients by the wildly growing side branches in the coming year. By then,
Let's see where you can get the flowers for making sweet-scented osmanthus cake."
Speaking of eating things, Qin E couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and her eyes were covered with a layer of bright splendor.
Seeing her eagerness to taste the cakes, Gong Yueyue laughed unconsciously and said cheerfully: "The sun is setting in the west. Go back and ask Po Li to give you some freshly made osmanthus cakes, little greedy girl."
Looking at Qin E's carefree figure, Gong Yueyue showed pity in her eyes. She pondered for a moment, and after standing in the garden for a long time, Gong Yueyue suddenly felt that her legs were a little weak, so she leaned down and thought.
Put down the scissors in your hands.
Suddenly, an indescribable warmth spread across her cool fingertips. Gong Yueyue raised her eyes and scanned the area above her. Zhao Changyuan's tall body was standing upright in front of her.
Throwing away the silver scissors in her hand in disgust, Gong Yueyue quickly turned around and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, Zhao Changyuan reached out and grabbed Gong Yueyue's white wrist. Facing her eyes of regret and disdain, he said loudly:
"I'm not the person you think I am!"
Gong Yueyue only felt that her wrist was firmly grasped by his warm and generous palm, and she could not break free. She angrily looked away from Zhao Changyuan's eager gaze and said angrily: "What kind of person are you!? Zhao Changyuan, you are a coward!"
Unspeakable grief and anger suddenly piled up in Gong Yueyue's complicated heart. Her eyes squinted across the pool of water in front of her. Tears filled her long and beautiful eyes, and her chest was heaving violently.
Raising her hand to stroke the stacked eyebrows on her forehead, Gong Yueyue's voice suddenly slowed down: "Do you think I'm really willing to marry you!?"
Hearing the suppressed sadness in her words, Zhao Changyuan unknowingly relaxed the weak wrists in his hands, looked at Gong Yueyue attentively, and saw the thin Gong Yueyue who still refused to say goodbye and the Prime Minister looked at him.
's back.
"If Pan Yun hadn't secretly colluded with my power-hungry uncle, even if you, Zhao Changyuan, had carried the sedan in front of my door, I wouldn't have come to South Vietnam!"
Suddenly, Gong Yueyue's white palms that were slowly hanging down felt a chill. She lowered her eyelashes and saw the simple ocarina that Lin Wei had given her.
Gong Yueyue could no longer hold back the long-suppressed emotions in her heart. The clear tears that had accumulated in her eyes for a long time fell on the sleeves of her pink and white plum cage. What was wet was not only the material of the clothes, but also the heart that had been sealed by fate.
A tired soul that is ruthlessly manipulated by hands that turn clouds and rain.
Seeing her thin shoulders trembling slightly and the sound of choked sobs coming softly, Zhao Changyuan also felt sad in his heart. Ever since he saw Gong Yueyue on their wedding night, this little girl has always been smiling.
Even though he once announced without hesitation that he might kill her! But she was still smiling faintly, but there was always a lingering sadness on her brow.
Thinking of her usual smiling face, Zhao Changyuan felt an overwhelming pain in his heart. So, Zhao Changyuan's generous palm secretly exerted force, and Gong Yueyue, who had her back turned to him, was suddenly pulled into Zhao Changyuan's gentle hands by the sudden force.
embrace.
At that time, Gong Yueyue, whose eyes were dim with tears, was already immersed in a strong sense of powerlessness, feeling the exquisite and slightly trembling body of Gong Yueyue sobbing in his arms.
Zhao Changyuan couldn't help but wrap his arms around her body, gently caressing Gong Yueyue's green cloud-like black hair with his warm palms, lowered his head and coaxed softly into her ear: "Be good, Yueyue, don't cry. Yueyue
Don't cry. I won't hurt you, I'm just afraid of Hang Wei's life."
The golden ginkgo leaves swirled lightly in the air and fell to the huge Phoenix Stone, and the gloomy sunset spread out layer by layer in the sapphire blue sky.
The late autumn night came so quickly that it made people forget the passage of time. I don't know how long it took before Gong Yueyue gradually stopped sobbing. At this moment, a thick trace of tears was clearly revealed on Zhao Changyuan's plain white silk clothes.
Facing the last ray of afterglow, Gong Yueyue slowly withdrew her body from Zhao Changyuan's warm embrace. For a moment, the long-lost sense of security made Gong Yueyue feel reluctant to leave for no reason.
Not wanting to reveal any secret thoughts in front of him, and not caring about any etiquette, Gong Yueyue gently picked up her pink and white clothes and wiped away the traces of tears on Furong's face, turned around, and walked slowly towards the exit of the garden.
After walking a few steps, Gong Yueyue suddenly turned around gently, her dark pupils looked quietly at Zhao Changyuan's handsome face, and said softly: "Don't worry, I won't harm her."
Putting her hand on the cold ocarina on her chest, Gong Yueyue couldn't help but smile sadly and whispered: "I can't be loved, and so am I."
These words stung the inner pain of Zhao Hongji, who was passionate about power. The autumn wind outside the window blew down the crumbling leaves all over the sky. Staring at the falling yellow leaves, Zhao Hongji had a solemn expression and his eyes were as bright as a hawk.
As soon as he stepped out of the East Palace, the thin Taoist priest held up his hands and smiled at the internal officials who were seeing him off: "The old Taoist is already familiar with the route out of the palace, so I won't bother the internal officials to see me off." (To be continued)