There was no movement that night, and Xiuyun was sent back to her own courtyard the next day. Everyone thought that Xiuyun had won the favor of His Highness, and that the side concubine was just around the corner, and they all wanted to follow suit. Can't get out.
Half a year later, she accidentally ran into Xiuyun, and suddenly found that her face was yellow and thin, and her expression was in a daze. After talking to her for a few words, she couldn't answer her rightly. The more she thought about it, the weirder she became. Staying facing the surface of the water, splashing water with gravel, murmured: "Spit on me..."
She didn't think about a word, but she could hear the cold sweat all over her body. The water floater shot out from a distance, flying out a sparkling arc on the water surface, and then sank as soon as it brightened, like these flowers. The beauty of a woman is instantly annihilated in an instant.
Later, Xiuyun's body was floating in the lake where she had been beaten, and she committed suicide.
From then on, she didn't think about some things anymore. After the prince passed away, she didn't need to think about it. She just had to be herself. If she was destined to be lonely in this life, it would be better than floating on the lake without hearing anything.
She was noticed by His Highness during a dispute with a concubine last year.
She pushed the unreasonable and coquettish concubine into the water, and sneered at the other side's screams. Turning around, he saw His Highness standing in the gazebo by the lake, looking at her from afar.
At that moment, His Highness looked far away, with a slight smile of memory.
She thought she was going to die, so she knelt down silently, but he stared at her silently for a long time without saying a word, she knelt in the mud stubbornly refusing to speak, the wet corners of her clothes and the cold moonlight soaked through her bones, There was a faint fragrance of coldness, and the corner of his robe brushed against her side silently.
She heard his voice slightly melancholy, such a faint sentence.
"No one is you..."
you? Who are you? Does that mean she's different? still
She couldn't understand it, but since then he has treated her differently. The indifference and modesty she showed seemed to please him, and the few things she did were also meticulous and reliable. He gradually gave her some trust.
As time went on, she thought, maybe they were all wrong before, a person like him, a vulgar fan who is tactful and courteous, can't win his heart at all, only those who can do things for him can get his attention.
Now... Has she gained his favor
She was so happy, so happy.
In those nights, she lit the lamp to make clothes, and put them aside during the day. She knew everything he told him, and even if she didn't tell him to keep it secret, she had to treat it with care. It was precisely because she knew this that she could get his permission to get closer .
Those days of staying up late to make clothes, I don’t feel tired.
I just feel the boundless joy, densely blooming, like the fine stitches and colorful silk threads that are long and soft, and the gentle sound of the needle tip poking on the brocade surface, blooming a blurred net of five colors in the night.
The heart is like a double silk net, with thousands of knots in it, each knot is a charming dream, although it is frozen, it is not less gorgeous.
His eyes were red under the palace lantern, but there was a smile in his eyes, as if he was making a wedding dress for himself.
She didn't think that this dress would be worn by others. His Highness wandered around Huajie and Liuxiang, but he would never bring a brothel girl into the mansion. There were countless concubines in His Highness's mansion, but no one could really get close to him except herself. There was no other woman beside His Highness.
His Highness always likes to make twists and turns in his actions... With a faint smile on her face, she rubbed her numb fingers under the lamp in the quiet night.
The most carefully embroidered is the inner garment. At the happiest and most important moment in a woman's life, she should wear the most beautiful underwear, and only show it to the person she loves the most.
The woman on the bellyband is the appearance of her generation of famous actresses on stage. The prosperity of the past will eventually disappear, but the dignified and seductive posture in her previous life, she thinks it is conducive to the joy of the boudoir.
She imagined that the candle shadows in the golden hooks of the brocade tent were shaking red, reflecting on her jade-colored skin like the morning glow reflecting on the deep snow.
That was a slight tease behind her glamorous back, she hoped he understood.
Until today, he didn't understand, but she did.
Always thought that he had no woman in his heart, always thought that no one could stand by his side, always thought that being able to do things for him was a woman who could match him.
However, the moment I entered the door today, I saw that suit, saw his expression when she was beside her, heard his light but caring tone, and looked at the woman, her appearance was ordinary but her posture was noble, and her demeanor was somewhat similar to his. , with a sense of alienation and dignity that has been in a high position for a long time, but it is not the delicate dignity that belongs to women, but the kind of dignity that His Highness possesses, who is used to pointing out the ruling and the opposition.
She suddenly understood everything.
What he wants is not assistants and subordinates.
What he wants is a woman who can walk with him or even conquer him, like a pair of dragons and phoenixes flying in the sky, dancing all over the world, looking down on the world.
Those gentle and charming little tricks, those tricks of women who want to get caught and play tricks, can't arouse the naturally arrogant blood in the king's body, and can't surge the heart that has been frozen for many years.
I see.
She smiled desolately.
Taking the private underwear that she thought belonged to her, she went forward.
The most popular style in the market, this apron only covers half of the chest, half exposed, connected with no less than dozens of ribbons, tied from the neck, armpit, waist and sides respectively, the light yellow ribbons are intertwined vertically and horizontally, tied thinly on the Linglong There is not a kind of masochism in the posture, which can most arouse the natural offensive blood in a man.
Man Chun put the ribbon around the neck of the apron on Feng Zhiwei's neck, the corners of her eyes brushed her earlobe, the earlobe was clean, there was no ear hole, but when she was very close, she could vaguely see what should have been a hole in her ear The place seemed to be covered by something of the same color.
Man Chun's eyes twitched faintly, then turned away, and slowly pulled the ribbon tight.
There is a slipknot in the ribbon, pulling it back is to untie it, and pulling it forward is a knot.
Koudan's nails, dyed deep red, slid along the ribbon and slipped behind her.
Fingertips, a pick.
Feng Zhiwei suddenly smiled.
"This dress...is yours?"