Her black hair was tangled in the wind, and the night breeze carried the fragrance of flowers.
In the spring, with my eyes dim and drunk, I saw a woman walking towards me under the snow-like moonlight.
Is it her?
His Xun'er...
But soon, she will get married![
A bitter feeling came over me, and the alcohol hit me, making my eyes even more blurry.
"Xun'er..."
In Fengchun, I stole a few bottles of wine from the dining room and sat on the lawn, surrounded by bustling flower beds. The palace was quiet.
Occasionally, there were a few strange bird calls, which broke the tranquility of the night sky.
The woman walked in front of him, looked at Fengchun who was so drunk that he could hardly recognize him, shook her head, and sat quietly aside, her beautiful eyes like water, staring at Fengchun silently.
"Xun'er, are you... here? Come, let's... have a drink, and wish you... marry a good husband..."
Fengchun said vaguely, raising the wine bottle in his hand, smiling, his face flushed with alcohol.
"Look at you. You're so drunk. You smell like alcohol all over your body. I can't sleep. I didn't expect to see you when I went out for a walk."
The woman said lightly, stretched out her slender hand, and snatched away the wine bottle from Fengchun. She was Qianxun. For some reason, after lying down, the words of Bingzhu and Princess Ruyi appeared in her mind again and again, like
A magic sound wrapped around him.
So, I went out for a walk and unexpectedly met Fengchun in the back garden.
She knew that he must be very heartbroken.
Guarding her for eleven years, with no regrets, no regrets, no matter the wind and rain, how could she ignore these feelings?
However, her choice cannot be changed because of these circumstances.
"You... Xun'er... that boy Feng Canglun is too domineering. After you get married... you must not let him... ask him to obey you... otherwise you will really become the queen in the future..."
The drunken talk in the spring rolled over and fell into the flowers on one side.
"Ah... what kind of flower is this? It hurts..."
Fengchun was like a child, shouting non-stop. Qianxun quickly pulled him out of the flower bed. It was a bed of roses with many thorns. Fengchun had been pricked a few times, and it must have hurt.
Qianxun plucked a few thorns from his body, looked at Fengchun's drunken face, and sighed quietly.