"What about you?" Young Master Gu was also a little worried about his daughter, but he still asked her first.
"What can I do?" Feng Zhi smiled, "No matter how hard the Regent makes things difficult for me, he would definitely not dare to cause me trouble in Xiliang. He wants to make friends with Tiansheng, not to fight, you can rest assured."
Young Master Gu thought for a while, and said, "I'll be here right away." Immediately after she went out, Feng Zhiwei pushed away the persuasion of the two dancers beside her, took a glass, and walked to the balcony connected by the corridor on the side of the hall. , clear waves and ripples, the footsteps on the corridor wood brushed with tung oil, the footsteps are ethereal and clear, spreading far away.
After turning a corner, there is a terrace. The starlight is reflected on the wide water surface. Cool winds blow over the waves, and the light purple palace lanterns on the four flagpoles are faintly lit, like a piece of light purple satin spread on the white wood. on the ground.
But someone has already arrived first.
The man was leaning against the railing, facing the wind from the lake, his black hair was blown like satin by the wind, his back was long and straight.
Feng Zhiwei stopped in her tracks, took a careful look at that figure's back, and turned around the next moment to leave.
"Peony."
A somewhat ridiculous address came from behind, Feng Zhiwei's back stiffened, then she turned around and said with a blank smile: "Is your Excellency calling for some maid? Do you need me to help you find it?"
The man turned around slowly, half leaning on the wooden railing, and looked at her deeply. Although it was an unfamiliar face, his eyes were bright and flickering as before. And the pain, and then changed to calm and gentle.
"I'm calling my escaped concubine." He turned his eyes away and stared at the shimmering lake, "She is eighteen years old, from Tiansheng, she was captured by me at the Battle of Baitouya in the fourteenth year of Changxi, and she volunteered to be my concubine , who once lived with me in Puyuan, Pucheng, Dayue, and was loved so much that I planned to accept her as my side concubine in the next year. Just when I was happy to repair my watch and prepare to report to the court, she colluded with the party, sneaked into Puyuan, and dumped my lake. Hurting me, besieging my city, and going back again, tricked me once more, tricked me into believing that she would be loyal and surrendered, tricked me into taking her to the tower to persuade the enemy to retreat, tricked me into thinking that from now on But we can join hands with her to see the majesty of the mountains and rivers—then, in front of me, she draws her bow, smashes walls, jumps over the city, and escapes.”
He said the last eight words one by one, like a heavy carved bow, resolutely smashed on the bricks of the majestic city wall, shattered, and turned into ashes.
Feng Zhiwei stood silently with her hands behind her back, listening very seriously, the ghostly shadow of the palace lantern hit her face, swaying a blurry shadow.
"Weihou..." Jin Siyu came forward slowly, and this soft call seemed a little more awe-inspiring than the quiet and poisonous tone just now, "Tell me, such a person, such a person The cold and thin woman who bullied me and betrayed my sincerity, should I pursue the world and never stop dying?"
He approached step by step, Feng Zhiwei didn't feel uncomfortable, and didn't retreat, she just stood there calmly, raised her eyes to look at him, and suddenly smiled.
Her autumnal smile blooms in the slightly humid and cool autumn wind in the south, like a pure white orchid, which instantly bursts into bloom, and the fragrance of a king permeates thousands of miles of land.
Seeing her smile, Jin Siyu was stunned, and was in a trance for a moment.
"Is this admirable concubine called Shaoyao?" Feng Zhiwei said softly, "Although the name is vulgar, her character is not vulgar. Although the Marquis doesn't know her, he admires her very much—the two countries are at war, Fighting on the battlefield with white knives in and out with red knives is a battle, and off-court competitions are also a battle. This Shaoyao girl loses the open battle and wins the secret battle. It is very good that I will not fall into the prestige of the country, but in the final analysis, it is with Your Excellency You are nothing but a tie, people don't mind being your captive with compassion, humiliation and dormancy, why do you have to mind being taken advantage of by the enemy to suffer a small loss?"
Jin Siyu stood still, looking at the young man under the moon, thinking about the scene of meeting many times, but never thought that at this moment, when such a delicate couple met for the first time, she could still talk about it with eloquence. Zi Ruo, in fact, he should have wanted it, but he just didn't want to think about it, and he didn't want to guess. However, when we finally saw her today, she was even more ruthless than he imagined.
He stood there silently, listening to the bland and cool words, he felt his heart was twisted by ruthless big hands, and there were waves of upside-down pain, so painful that he almost wanted to press his heart and squeeze the fallen heart. Plunge into the heart of ice water and dig it out.
Farewell to the next half year, court affairs and government affairs, every time I meet that name, that person is extremely intelligent, that person is prosperous, that person is in the court, that person is alone in the world, listening to those glorious deeds, but it is like watching through a glass. The other person, behind the thin and misty frost flowers, there is such a face—delicate, delicate, with reddish brows and bright eyes, and his smile is a little absent-minded, but it makes people feel soft at first sight.
Such a completely different face.
It often makes him distracted into a trance.
I always think of those relative readings when the wind and rain knocked on the window at night, I think of holding each other's hands that are slowly roasting in front of the warm brazier, I think of her noble and graceful company by my side on New Year's Eve, and I think of him in the garden who was seriously injured and weak As she walked forward slowly, her warm breath on the back of his neck reminded her of what she told him during the negotiation in the study—congratulations to His Royal Highness King An for being unparalleled in the country, and the territory of the world is at your fingertips!
Thinking of this, I can't think about it later, but if I don't want to, I can let myself go, lift the curtain and walk, I always see that lazy smiling face from time to time, the farther away she is, the further the memory moves forward.
It's like not being able to hear that name, but you want to hear it from time to time.
Up to now, what he hates is the memory related to her, which recorded the biggest frustration and loss in his life, or is he just hating that she was pretending to be gentle and tactful from the beginning to the end, until the end so decisive
Those relative jokes, eye contact, secret words in the palm of your hand—all fake, all fake.
He knew in his heart that this was the case, but he was still unwilling to let himself be in the hearts of others and be reduced to such a point, so he came and stood in front of her almost masochistically, listening to her indifference again, and confronting the country's righteousness.
Sri Lankan people are so ruthless that it hurts people to the bone.
He suddenly smiled coldly.
A person with such an elegant and gentle temperament, laughing like this, is like a wounded wolf with its head raised and screaming at the moon, roaring at the deep black sky, bleeding wounds.