Murong Feixue said goodbye to Prince Rui and hurried back to Ronghua Palace. Yu Xiangzhi and Yi Mo looked at the wind and quietly slipped back to their bedroom, lying on the couch with the brocade quilt covering them. Prince Rui promised to protect her husband and leave safely.
, my heart finally felt a little more at ease.【】
Now that her daughter Xiao Yunxi's life has been saved, as long as she rescues her husband, she can carry out her plan without any scruples. She vowed to make those who hurt her pay the price.
Once upon a time, she had always hoped to live a life of contention with the person she loved deeply, but fate did play a joke on her. Everything changed, and the humiliation they suffered as a couple made her determined that no matter what the cost, she must
Let your husband sit on the throne above ten thousand people, and he will no longer be bullied and humiliated by anyone.
Just after Xu Shi, Yi Mo came to inform Fei Xue of the emperor's arrival. Fei Xue looked cold, but Ke'er took out the prepared decoction and pretended to comfort Fei Xue and gave him the medicine.
"Empress, just drink a little! How can you get better without taking medicine!"
Ran Qingcheng noticed Ke'er's behavior as soon as he stepped into the door. He was very satisfied with Ke'er's dedication to his responsibilities.
He glanced at the medicine bowl in Ke'er's hand, and said with a cold expression: "You go down first! Give me the medicine bowl." Ke'er handed over the medicine bowl respectfully, lowered his head and left with respectful eyes.
Murong Feixue was not surprised, her eyes looked aside indifferently, not looking at his disgusting face. This was the first time Ran Qingcheng served someone, and he took a spoonful of the soup and handed it to her mouth. Feixue
He turned his head to the side and ignored it, clenched his teeth and refused to drink.
Ran Qingcheng was obviously displeased, his sharp eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he said coldly: "Are you going to ask me to pour the concoction into your mouth myself?"
Fei Xue glanced at Ran Qingcheng stubbornly, and tears flowed out in an instant, "Tell me quickly where you buried my child? Take me to him."
Ran Qingcheng glanced at Feixue coldly, and took a cold breath: "That sadistic bastard is already dead, what else are you going to do with him?"
Feixue shouted angrily: "Those are my own flesh and blood! It's you, you forced me to strangle my child to death with my own hands. I'm crazy to believe your words. I don't deserve to be a mother. I'm worse than a beast. I
I really want to kill myself, what am I doing in this world with such a vicious person?"
Ran Qingcheng was a little sulky at first, but when he thought that Feixue had just lost his son, it was inevitable to get emotional, so he suppressed the anger that was about to burst out and glanced at Feixue with cold eyes.
"You have done what you should do, and I will definitely do what I promised you. After the morning meeting at noon tomorrow, I will let you see him leave the city with your own eyes. This is my limit. It is no longer possible for you to be together. From now on
From now on, you can be your concubine in the palace with peace of mind."
This is the first time that Ran Qingcheng has not gone back on his promise. That child is not her biological child at all. Feixue's real purpose is precisely to hear these words from Ran Qingcheng.
However, she still had doubts about him in her heart. She looked at him with suspicious ice eyes and asked, "What you said is true."
"As long as you stay by my side with peace of mind, I will treat you sincerely."
Feixue sat on the bed, closed her eyes, and with tears left in the corners of her eyes, she said helplessly: "Do I have any other choice?"
The next day, after Ran Qingcheng went to court, he took Murong Feixue to the gate tower of Yecheng as promised. Ran Qingcheng was wearing a jade-green jacquard brocade robe. Murong Feixue was wearing a plain white gauze skirt and stood on the gate tower with the breeze blowing.
The clothes were fluttering, making her look even more beautiful.
Her eyes could not conceal her ardent gaze as she looked towards the city gate, hoping to see her deeply committed lover. Time was crawling away, and every minute and every second was a kind of suffering.
After about half a stick of incense, a group of soldiers came from a distance and escorted Ran Qingxun to the border. Ran Qingxun was dressed in a dirty prison uniform, with messy silver hair, a beard on his face, and dull gray eyes.
He was facing the front. He was already lame and had difficulty walking. The heavy shackles were placed on his body and the iron chains were swaying under his feet.
When Fei Xue saw his figure, she couldn't help but burst into tears. She beat her cheeks with tears. Seeing her lover's dull expression, she knew that he had not yet woken up from the haze of losing his son.
When Ran Qingcheng saw Feixue's sadness, he didn't feel any pity in his heart. He said coldly: "This is a cruel relationship, so there is nothing to miss."
Feixue knew that Ran Qingcheng had always been ruthless in doing things. It was estimated that Concubine Xiao and Xiao Moli and others had been eradicated long ago. Ran Qingxun was saved only because of her existence.
Fei Xue came out of Ran Qing's dark and cold eyes, which were full of mist. She knew that his temperament was full of joy and anger, so she couldn't anger him at this time. If he went back on his word again, the husband's life would be in danger.
Thinking of this, she hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, reached out and took his hand, stared at Ran Qingcheng, and pretended to be very sincere: "Your Majesty, I am just making choices for the past.
In memory of him, it is no longer possible for me to be with him, and now I just want to make an end. Since I have chosen to stay with His Majesty, I will serve His Majesty with peace of mind."
Ran Qingcheng caught a glimpse of Feixue's cold jade hands, his suspicious icy eyes were hidden with inquiry, and he raised his eyes and looked directly into Feixue's eyes. Regardless of whether what Feixue said was true or not, this was the first time Feixue took the initiative to hold her hand.
It was also the first time that his hand spoke such words that spoke to his heart.
The corners of his gloomy mouth raised a good arc, he gently lifted her chin, and kissed Feixue's soft lips in full view of everyone. Feixue's whole body stiffened and did not respond to her kiss. She just closed her eyes, and the sound from her lips
The wetness made her feel sick and suffocated. Even if she no longer wanted to do it for her husband, she would have to endure it.
Ran Qingcheng felt Feixue's stiff body and knew that what Feixue said was against her will. The kiss couldn't help but become stronger. Feixue felt the stinging pain on her lips and her mouth tasted fishy. Ran Qingcheng still didn't stop.
A long kiss.
From the corner of his eyes, Ran Qingcheng caught a glimpse of a scorching gaze from below the tower, but those eyes were filled with intense hatred.
Ran Qing glanced at the city tower and saw the two people's intimacy, and her heart aroused strong hatred: "Ran Qingcheng! Murong Feixue! When I return to the city in the future, you will get your retribution. Mother.
Concubine! Zheng'er! Just wait, I will come back here one day."
Murong Feixue closed her eyes tightly and did not see Ran Qingxun's murderous and hateful eyes. When Ran Qingcheng saw Ran Qingxun leave, he stopped the long and bloody kiss.
Feixue opened her eyes and ignored the blood stains at the corners of her mouth, not daring to look directly at her. From the corner of her eyes, she glanced at Ran Qingxun's desolate back, which was heartbreaking.
In her heart, she should have been happy that her husband had left safely, but bursts of pain came over her. He really left, taking away all her love and all her good things, and he walked out of her life.
The world leaves behind pain that can never be healed, and lovesickness that can never be left behind.
It hurts to part, but it is a pity to part ways. Once fate is abandoned, the past love is still there! It’s hard to meet again, and I can’t return to the cold night. I sigh to the moon several times, and I cry and complain to the sky.