Chapter Eighty-Third: With whom to celebrate the wedding ceremony
"Your Majesty, it's already late at night. Are you going to sleep with the concubine tonight?" Song Bo asked cautiously and hopefully. How could he not know the pain in Ling Jiyun's heart? After Miss Gardenia left, he was like this
When the master is free, he can always be seen sitting alone in the Yaxu Garden, longing for Miss Gardenia.
He didn't want to ask, but today was a happy day after all. If he didn't enter the new house, he couldn't afford Situ Ling to blame him the next day. "Master, please forgive me for talking, but you'd better choose a place to go tonight, and you can
I know Master Situ’s temper."
After a long time, Ling Jiyun slowly spoke: "Uncle Song, you have watched me grow up, right?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, this old slave has been serving you for twenty-eight years." Songbo responded truthfully and understood his intention.
"Then you go down."
With a sigh, Songbo had no choice but to bow and retreat: "Old slave, please retire."
Half of the full moon was hidden in the clouds. Ling Jiyun took a pot of wine and walked into Yaxu Garden under the moonlight. He slowly raised his hand and pushed open the creaky carved wooden door and entered the house.
He lit half of the red candle on the table.
Candlelight filled every corner of the house, but there was no warmth at all, only desolation and desolation.
Pushing open the window lattice, taking a deep breath, I relaxed from the stress of the whole day. Looking back, I seemed to see Gardenia lying on the bed reading a medical book, Cai'er being locked in a cage and running around; and I seemed to see Gardenia leaning against her body.
In her arms, she called her husband sweetly.
The air was filled with a faint scent of medicine, a smell that only Gardenia could have. Since her blood was swimming freely in his body, this smell completely belonged to him. He would not go to any bridal chamber, not wanting to let her go to any bridal chamber.
Those women defiled the gardenia inside themselves.
"I knew you were here." Feng Qing walked in preemptively, smiling helplessly.
Ling Jiyun didn't say anything, just sat on the stool and opened the two cups on the table.
Feng Qingchu sat down and said, "Aren't you afraid of Master Tomorrow's censure? I think Master is not just doting on the princess named Xinlan. It would be fine if you went to Lian Ruoyi's place, but you came here. However, this
This is also what I expected.”
After pouring the wine, he handed a glass to Feng Qing, "I don't care about that much."
Feng Qing took over and said with a smile: "You haven't drunk enough yet?"
"Stop talking nonsense and drink with me." Ling Jiyun went first as a sign of respect.
Feng Qing chuckled lightly, raised his neck, watched Ling Jiyun pour wine for him, and said: "Speaking of which, you are too bold not to wear wedding clothes today. You didn't notice that the master was all dressed up."
You are so angry that your face is blue."
Ling Jiyun drank another cup and said slowly: "Do you still remember the day you came back and we chatted with the eldest and second prince in the garden?"
Feng Qing nodded and said, "Remember."
"Later I saw Gardenia coming back with a baggage on her back, and her hand was injured."
Feng Qing nodded again and said, "There is such a thing."
Ling Jiyun had warmth on her brows and continued with a smile: "At that time, you were still holding her hand with heartache and asked if I bullied her?"
"Well, I still remember that you just took a drink of water and almost choked."
"Yes, let me tell you now, it was me who bullied her. It was because she made this robe and embroidered this belt for me that her hand was pricked by a needle."
"I heard Gardenia say that when she was young, her mother taught her to learn how to be a nun, but she preferred to learn medical skills from her father."
Ling Jiyun poured the wine and said heartbrokenly: "Now that I understand her feelings, I really feel that I am not a human being."
With a sneer and a glass of wine, Feng Qing said: "You are no longer a human being, but I am not a human being?" Recalling the time when he begged Gardenia to save Ling Jiyun, Feng Qing felt so sad that he felt ashamed.
"Brother, stop talking, come and drink." Ling Jiyun's eyes flashed with mist, he raised his cup and smiled.