Chapter 132: Farewell, I have no bargaining chips [1]
Feng Xizi licked her lips, and the woman in the mirror also licked her lips - she stretched out her fingers to dip some rouge, Feng Xizi flicked them along her lips, and her pale cherry lips became covered with rouge.
Hydrating and moving.
The lip color was tinted with honey, which made her look a little more lively.
Mo Zhilan... Today is the time for us to make things clear.
The woman in the mirror had an invisible chill and determination in the depths of her watery eyes.
————Liu’er————
When it was time to hold the lamp, Mo Zhilan appeared alone in the Tai Chi Hall without any attendants.
Feng Xizi sat on the piano stool behind the silk yarn, her fingers slowly playing a tuneless movement.
Qianyin saw Mo Zhilan coming at the door. When she was about to sing her promise, she was stopped by Mo Zhilan. At Mo Zhilan's signal, she saluted and left.
In the huge Tai Chi Hall, there are only a few intermittent sounds of the piano and zheng.
Mo Zhilan couldn't explain how she felt now - he was standing outside the palace gate, she was sitting inside the palace gate, he felt guilty, and she was as cold as ice.
The distance was obviously so close that he could touch it as long as he stretched out his hand, but it felt so far away, something that he couldn't have again despite all his efforts... Since the child was gone, he also lost the qualification to hold her in his arms again...
In her ears, the intermittent sound of the piano was played by her. Is this sound of determination the same as her current heart... Do you want to leave him? Or do you want to forget him completely?
No.
She is already his queen, forever.
He couldn't let her leave the palace, otherwise, it would be something he would never find again in his entire life... With a hint of helplessness on his thin lips, Mo Zhilan walked into the Tai Chi Palace, and with just one glance, he saw the palace door facing him.
, a slender figure sitting upright behind silk gauze.
The silk gauze was blown up by the wind passing through the hall. Feng Xizi's face was half exposed, her eyes lowered, looking at the strings that were trembling under her palms.
Mo Zhilan approached step by step until he was standing in front of her, across a piano table, Feng Xizi finally raised his eyes and smiled: "You're here."
"Yes...I'm here." Mo Zhilan felt short of breath, and even answered Feng Xizi's words with a trace of hesitation.
They had been separated for only two months. They had been in the palace for these two months and had not seen each other. Then, when they met again, they were like this... alienated, indifferent, without a trace of familiarity.
Mo Zhilan obviously didn't like Feng Xizi's deliberate avoidance. He stretched out his hand and held her fingers that were plucking the strings, "Zi'er..."
Feng Xizi twitched her fingers, stood up, turned her back to Mo Zhilan and opened the window behind her.
The huge snow jade flower in the corner of Taiji Hall was brought into the room by the wind passing through the hall, confusing Mo Zhilan's eyes - Feng Xi, standing at the window with purple black hair flying, smiled indifferently, "Some things are
Once you miss it, there will be no second chance. You know this better than I do."
"I know. But Zi'er, the situation that day was not what you thought -" "Zhilan, I said, you don't need to explain everything. Including you and Xuan Qingwu, including that day, why did you
Don’t come to save me.”
Feng Xizi raised her head slightly, and snow jade flowers fell from the open window. Her red lips raised a pure and deep smile: "You have a thousand or ten thousand reasons, each of which can convince yourself."