It's almost dusk, the sun's shadow is slanting to the west, and the moon is like a hook.
There were thousands of piles of snow, and as soon as the carved door opened, the snow-white figure disappeared into the darkness.
The thick agarwood filled the nose, making Bei Tangjin slightly surprised.
Feng Xichen usually likes the scent of orchids or orchids, and never burns agarwood or ambergris.
Even the fragrance is worthy of his grace and splendor.
Looking around, it was pitch black. Bei Tangjin was suspicious, what would this prince do?
"General, the prince is inside."
Bei Tangjin turned his head and heard Yunzhu's respectful and gentle voice.
Yunzhu beside Prince Ming was so respectful to her, which made Beitang Jin slightly surprised. She noticed the worried look between Yunzhu's brows, but didn't ask.
She nodded and said, "I understand."
Open the bead curtain, and you will find the viewing platform at the innermost side.
The carved jade railings are submerged in the shadow of the moon.
A piece of white clothes, with flying ink hair.
In front of the railing, a young man dressed in snow stood with his hands behind his back. His shadow was sunken in the moonlight and tilted by the cold wind.
He didn't look back.
Bei Tangjin didn't step forward anymore and watched from a distance.
Feng Xichun was actually dressed in white.
Looking from a distance, it actually feels lonely and lonely, as if he will drift away in the wind at any time.
Suddenly, she had a ridiculous illusion in her heart, and she wanted to step forward and grab the hem of the snow-white clothes to prevent him from disappearing in the cold wind.
After a few more glances, she didn't come forward.
There was a long silence, and the willow branches above the moon were filled with silvery light.
"Why don't you ask me why I'm wearing white clothes today?" Feng Xiling's voice was slightly hoarse, carrying the cold wind and drifting into her ears.
She was slightly startled, but she didn't expect that he would actually say such a sentence. She calmly replied, "Today is the death anniversary of your father-in-law."
Her voice soon drifted into the wind and disappeared.
She had investigated and found that Feng Xiling's mother died in the twelfth lunar month, probably today.
"Yu Rong understands my affairs very well." His voice was slightly cold.
Bei Tangjin raised her eyes to look at him, but his back was always turned to her, so she couldn't see his expression clearly.
"Know yourself and your enemy and you will be victorious in any battle. Your Majesty should understand this truth."
He should be happy that she understands him so well, but she understands her just to deal with him.
He couldn't be happy.
"Today is indeed the anniversary of my mother's death." Feng Xichuan said softly, as if whispering.
Beitang Jin was slightly shocked. What Feng Xichuan was talking about was not his concubine, but his mother.
"She is not a lady, and she has no illustrious family support behind her. She is just an infatuated child in the world. She loves a man deeply and follows him all her life. She wants to join hands with him and never leave him. However, God's will plays tricks on people and when love lasts,
But that man passed away, leaving her alone to die in depression."
His voice was filled with a hint of sadness, desolate and desolate, and combined with the blur of the night, it cleansed the mind.
"He is my mother." He said slowly, then slowly turned around and looked back at her.
In the deep night, when he looked into her eyes, the icy lake of the past seemed to have turned into a pool of water, filled with compassion and sadness, concentration and loss of concentration.
She is not completely emotionless, right? She is also sentimental.
At this moment, he smiled.
She stared blankly at his eyes, which were as black as midnight, as dazzling as bright stars, shining like glass, dazzling her eyes.
Maybe it was the night that was so beautiful, or maybe it was his aura of solitude and elegance, it took her a long time to come back to her senses, and she looked at him with her deep eyes in surprise, "Why are you telling me this?"
Did he invite her here just to say these strange things to her? They are not close friends, they are enemies.
"This is the reason why I have always liked the game Jianghu." He said slowly, his voice was hoarse and pleasant.
She saw that his robes were floating and his movements were graceful. His snow clothes could not hide his graceful and luxurious temperament.
He walked towards her slowly and calmly.
She frowned and looked at him, quietly watching him approach, and then said to her: "I have never married a wife because I am afraid that I will betray my heart and make a false promise for the rest of my life."
His voice was slightly melancholy, lingering and touching.
She stood there in shock.
Is this the reason why he never got married?
However, what he said clearly did not answer the question.
But when she wanted to understand all this, he was already standing in front of her, less than three steps away.
She glanced at him with an elegant smile and asked again: "Why are you telling me this?"
"Yurong, your heart is moved. You are not completely emotionless." Your heart is not so cold.
His smile slowly bloomed, and his elegant and noble temperament was like a goddess in the moon. His eyes were as clear as springs, as gentle as water, and they were fixed on her face seriously.
She kept frowning at him and said: "I am not a plant, I naturally have feelings." Without feelings, there would be no hatred.
Under the moonlight, his face was absolutely beautiful, with an evil look on the corner of his mouth, he tilted his head and locked his eyes with hers.
"Really?" He took another step closer, looking at her vigilant face in amusement, and there was a hint of slyness in his smile.
With such danger approaching, she subconsciously took a step back, and a trace of anger quickly appeared on her face, saying: "Your Majesty, please don't come forward again!"
I saw her steps swaying and making a crisp sound. Her hair was high and her eyebrows were picturesque, cold and charming.
"Why not?" He narrowed his eyes and took two quick steps. She immediately stepped back.
But there was a "bang" and a burst of pain. She frowned and her body hit the five-carved screen.
Then, before she could stop herself, a burst of orchid fragrance entered her nose. It smelled very good, but she had no intention of appreciating it. She stared at the handsome face so close and wanted to push it away, but her arms were held tightly.
One hand even grabbed her chin.
"Let me take a good look at you." His voice became extremely gentle, and his eyes were clear, noble, and filled with gentleness.
She looked at him in a daze, looking up and down his face carefully, almost forgetting that she should immediately pat his evil finger.
How could this person become so gentle? The voice he spoke in was clearly a whisper to his lover.
She couldn't see clearly, and just when she lowered her eyes, she heard his charming low smile, blowing on the skin of her neck, which was extremely warm and itchy, and said: "How? Is this husband compatible with your heart?"
Knowing that he was teasing her, her face quickly turned red with anger. She raised her arm and knocked off his evil finger. Her other arm quickly broke away from his hand, stretched out her jade leg, and kicked him in the face.
On her calf, Feng Xiya immediately felt pain and took a few steps back.
A pair of dark eyes looked at her, crying, and said: "Yu Rong has such a cruel heart!"
Bei Tangjin snorted, still staring at him angrily, and said coldly: "Is the prince planning to fall in love on your mother's death anniversary?" This is extremely unfilial!
He was not angry, but smiled evilly, with an elegant and graceful look like an orchid blooming in the moonlight.
"Yurong is indeed smart. If my mother knew that I have a woman I like, she would be happy. Therefore, this is her filial piety to her old man!"
Bei Tangjin was extremely surprised when he heard that this man actually explained his ruffian's behavior in such a nice way. It was really amazing!
But she was not in the mood to accompany him to talk about love, so she added: "The prince wants to talk about love, but he has found the wrong person. If there is nothing else, Yu Rong will leave!"
Her voice was cold and deep, and she was angry, and she walked out.
Feng Xiya immediately pulled her sleeves and said, "Wait! There is indeed something important."
She became even more annoyed after hearing this. He didn't tell her immediately when he had something important to do, and he still teased her here for a long time. It was really disgusting!
With a flick of his sleeves, he shook off his hand.
Feng Xiling looked at her flushed cheeks and smiled without getting angry. She called out and said, "Yunzhu, serve tea."
When Bei Tangjin heard this, he realized that he had indeed not deceived her this time, so he sat down.
Feng Xichun saw that her face looked a little better, and the blush on her cheeks quickly faded, returning to her ice-like face. She couldn't help but wonder, how could her face change color so quickly?
While he was thinking carefully, Yunzhu had already walked in with a tea set. He first poured a cup of tea for Feng Xiling, then respectfully held a cup of tea to Bei Tangjin and said: "General, please use tea."
Bei Tangjin nodded and said, "Thank you, Miss."
Yunzhu smiled, looked at the two people, and then retreated.
"Since there is something important, please tell me quickly. It's already late at this hour." Her voice was extremely cold, and she felt even more unhappy when she looked at the man lying lazily on the beauty's couch. How could he look so leisurely and comfortable?
Something important to say?
Feng Xiqian tilted her head and stared at her, her voice was low and seductive, and she said: "Yurong's cheeks are so red, like peach blossoms in spring, so beautiful."
Bei Tangjin frowned. How could her face be red? She turned to glare at Feng Xichun and said, "Is the most important thing for the prince to tease me?"
Seeing that she was angry again, Feng Xiya smiled even more happily, with curved eyebrows and extremely handsome eyes, and said: "Yurong looks really good when she is angry, um..." He stood up again and looked outside to see the sky.
It's already completely dark.
"After all, Yu Rong has to climb the wall to return home. It's inevitable to go back a little late." He smiled very naturally, sat on the chair beside her, and then poured himself a cup of tea slowly.
Bei Tangjin was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He actually said it so matter-of-factly. He stared at his elegant face and said coldly: "Who does the prince think I am? I am not the geisha you invited to accompany you to be arty!"
You can laugh at me!"
He looked up at her in surprise, his dark eyes became deep, and said: "Yu Rong thinks I invited you here to make fun of you? You..." He suddenly felt that everything he did today was just a waste of energy.
.
Or, she was indeed moved by her mother's story, or she was indeed sentimental, but she couldn't believe it...
What to believe?
He invited her here just because he wanted to see her, and he didn't need her to believe anything.
But……
He looked at her angry face, her flushed cheeks were extremely cold, and his heart ached slightly.
He was surprised by the familiar pain he felt.
Things had developed to this point, which he could not have expected.
He was interested in this woman, so it was normal to tease her. Feng Xichun smiled bitterly.
This is a good reason.
Bei Tangjin stared at him with a gloomy expression, extremely surprised, what else is he trying to do?