Chapter seven hundred and ninetieth fulfilled the dream
It wasn't until Gong Yueyue set off for Chang'an that Gong Yin, who had been suppressed by her sister's fame for a long time, felt the free air rushing towards her. After a few years, Gong Yin became very charming. This beauty
Gong Yueyue alone could not match her no matter what. She thought confidently, "Finally, I can beat my sister for once."
However, when the news that Gong Yueyue became the Queen of Nanyue reached Luoyang, Gong Yin, who had always been proud, once again felt unprecedented frustration.
Wandering alone in the room where my sister once lived, looking at the bright sunshine filling the room, a drop of unwilling tears filled the corners of Gong Yin's eyes, and she said in a clear voice: "Sister, why are you always so lucky!"
This unwillingness reached its peak on the night when Gong Yin arrived at the Royal City of Lin'an. Looking at the handsome and tall brother-in-law Zhao Changyuan in front of her, Gong Yin had insomnia that night. All she thought about was this man she called her brother-in-law.
man.
"Sister, today he is finally mine." A happy smile suddenly appeared on Gong Yin's pretty cheeks. Her soft white hands quietly hooked up Zhao Changyuan's neck. The moonlight in the sky clearly shone on Zhao Changyuan.
On his back, he bit his red lips, Gong Yin's eyes filled with a satisfied light.
"Gong Yin, I'm sorry for you." Zhao Changyuan slapped his forehead hard with his generous palm and said with deep regret.
Gently rolling up her rose red spring shirt, Gong Yin's pretty face suddenly flashed a hint of sadness, but it disappeared in an instant with the accumulation of spring smiles.
Her soft white hands gently caressed Zhao Changyuan's broad shoulders, and gently pressed her plain white face against his warm skin, and said firmly: "No, you have not sorry for me. On the contrary, you have made everything possible for me.
dream."
After a pause, Gong Yin said quietly and obediently: "The night I arrived in South Vietnam, the first time I saw you, I was stunned. I know you won't like me. But I want to be with you no matter what.
Next to me, you are the man I admire with all my life!"
Slowly turning around and looking at Gong Yin with gleaming eyes in front of him, Zhao Changyuan said hesitantly: "But, I am your sister's husband, I can't..."
Before Zhao Changyuan could react, Gong Yin's full cherry lips were attached to his slightly parted lips, and her slightly plump body fell into his arms.
The fluffy black hair stroked Zhao Changyuan's chin, and he took a light sniff. The leisurely fragrance was the same as the smell of Gong Yueyue's hair. Thinking of that pure white face, Zhao Changyuan's eyes suddenly blurred, and he couldn't help but hug him tightly.
He took the woman in his arms and said gently: "Yueyue, I know you are suffering in your heart, forgive me, okay?"
Listening to Zhao Changyuan's heartfelt words, Gong Yin frowned slightly and was silent for a moment. She gently leaned into Zhao Changyuan's ear and said softly: "Changyuan, I have never blamed you.
I’ll forgive you.”
On the silver enamel table, an exquisite blue crystal cup was illuminated by the light of a red candle. A drop of freshly brewed wine slid down the cup. Through the cup, a man and a woman were clinging to each other.
A chubby little boy took advantage of the darkness and ran out of the sight of his nun, who was always looking at him. He ran happily along the familiar palace path, with a rich and innocent smile on his round and white face.
In the endless darkness of the palace, the people who had been fighting for a day had already fallen asleep, and the palace guards in front of Qinghui Palace were also dozing off at that time.
The boy carefully walked around the sleeping palace servants, and then ran happily into the Qinghui inner hall. He clapped his hands happily and said, "Father, father, where are you? Zhong Yue is here to see you!"
Suddenly, a fluffy black cat ferociously jumped from mid-air towards the laughing Zhong Yue. Only a frightened scream was heard, and Qinghui Palace returned to its calm state.
"Wake up! There seemed to be a child screaming just now!" The palace people sitting at the door were suddenly awakened by the shrill scream and hurriedly ran towards the Qinghui Inner Palace.
As soon as Fang ran to the door of Zhuhong's palace, the palace people were frightened by the scene in front of them. After a moment of silence, they hurriedly shouted: "Someone is coming! Something happened to the prince!"
The silent moonlight shines silently in the palace, the swaying green leaves of the Chinese phoenix trees sway in the direction of the breeze, creating an endless coldness, and the misty clouds and mist float shyly in the dark night. In the blink of an eye, another scene appears.
Turning sideways, Gong Yueyue suddenly opened her clear eyes, looked at Qin E softly, and said softly: "Isn't Zhong Yue in the East Palace? Why did he go to Qinghui Palace? Did you hear wrongly?
?”
Looking at Gong Yueyue's thin face that was plated with gold under the yellow halo light, Qin E hurriedly shook her head, and the beads of sweat on her forehead splashed onto Fenhe's sleeves with her movements, and said solemnly: "Qing
Huang Naiguan from Huidian is waiting outside, girl, go and have a look!"
Hearing Qin E's lips and teeth saying Huang Naiguan's name, Gong Yueyue's calm thoughts suddenly tightened. She quickly stood up and didn't bother to wash herself. She only raised her jade-white fingers to gently pick up her hanging black hair.
He casually put his pure white feet into his parrot cloud shoes and said in a hurry: "Take me there quickly!"
Looking at the cold moonlight reflecting on Gong Yueyue's body and her increasingly thin figure, Qin E couldn't help lowering her eyelashes.
Stepping into the Qinghui Palace, which had given her countless happy memories, Gong Yueyue suddenly felt a ghostly feeling in her heart. She pursed her soft white lips tightly and looked towards the closed door of the red dragon and phoenix palaces in confusion.
Go, hurriedly arrived, but there was a voice in my heart faintly whispering: "Don't open, don't push away!"
Gong Yueyue was suddenly lost in thought. Her soft white palms were hanging in front of the palace door, but she could not make up her mind to open it. Seeing her suddenly stunned look, Qin E, who was waiting beside her, couldn't help but become anxious. Chang Zai
Huang Naiguan, who was serving at Qinghui Hall, walked quickly to Gong Yueyue and said softly: "Queen, the prince is inside, you'd better go in quickly!"
Gong Yueyue tilted her head slightly, a pair of dark pupils on her pale face were particularly eye-catching under the cold moon. Gong Yueyue glanced at Huang Naiguan's anxious face, and Gong Yueyue choked back the tightness stuck in her throat.
With determination, he pushed forward with both hands, and the vermilion door of Qinghui Hall opened with a dull "squeak". A fluffy black cat crawled beside the door, glaring at the person who entered the hall with a pair of green eyes.
Gong Yueyue.
A hint of coolness hit Gong Yueyue's thin body. Seeing her step in, all the maids and attendants in the palace knelt down and worshiped. Their expressions of fear made Gong Yueyue's sense of ominousness intensify.
Slowly walking into the Qinghui inner hall, I saw little Zhong Yue lying quietly on the empty bed with his eyes closed, the aura and liveliness of the past completely gone.
Gong Yueyue's heart drifted through the smoldering clouds, and she hurried to the bedside. With her jade-white fingers, she opened the goose-yellow flower curtain, and clear tears fell down her pale cheeks: "Zhong Yue, my mother is the queen.
Now, open your eyes and look at me! Zhong Yue!" (To be continued)