Ran Qingxun returned to her room. Today was her wedding night. She had just humiliated that woman severely. She should be happy. Why did she feel a trace of sadness in her heart for no reason? []
Distraught, he retreated from the red wedding robe and threw it away, only to be caught in the arms of Xiao Moli who had just walked in.
"Master, today is your wedding day. Why are you out here? If Concubine Xiao finds out, she will definitely punish the prince."
Ran Qingxun glanced at him, her eyes were cold, and her voice was so deep that it made people tremble, "Xiao Moli, remember that your master is me, not my mother and concubine. As long as you don't say anything about today's matter, my mother will
Concubine, she won’t know. Did you hear clearly what I said? If you heard clearly, take this rag and get out of here!"
Xiao Moli has been with him since he was a child and knows the prince's temperament well. He respectfully said: "I will resign now!"
Ran Qingxun lay on the couch with her hands behind her head, recalling the past. He had been an unloved child since he was a child. He was lonely and indifferent, and he longed for warmth in his heart. However, he was born in an emperor's family, and there were many
What warmth can be said.
Being manipulated like a puppet all day long, his heart has long been cold. Perhaps the only person who can give him a little tenderness is his cousin Xiao Yunling, who is weak and needs her protection. The woman who has always regarded him as a god.
But now he actually broke his vow and married another woman. When he thought of Yun Ling's sad flute sound on the way to the wedding, his heart ached, but he never let himself shed tears. He didn't want anyone to suffer the consequences of his failure.
It seems that even I can't do it.
"Ling'er, I'm sorry. My cousin once promised to protect you and take care of you until you grow old. But I left you behind. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
He couldn't sleep, so he sat up and looked up at the bright moon outside. He suddenly remembered that today was the autumn festival, the wedding day, and a double happiness came to his door. But where did this happiness come from?
He jumped up and jumped off the bed. He did not order anyone to hold the lamp, but casually put on a silver-white brocade robe. He picked up the white jade Xiao on the bedside and strode out of the room. When he came to the courtyard, he jumped
On to the roof.
The bright white moon hangs high in the sky, her silver hair dances with the night wind, her silver fir clothes are fluttering, her beautiful ice face, holding a white jade Xiao in her hand, blows the melodious and sad song "Han Xue" again.
"Liaohunxiao"
Under the same full moon, in the same palace, there is another person who cannot sleep at night, dressed in red makeup, looking at the bright moon in the sky and thinking deeply. This person is Murong Feixue, the princess of Yan Kingdom.
At this moment, Feixue felt waves of pain in her heart. She just wanted to love someone properly and pursue her own happiness. Is this wrong?
Qianhua looked at Feixue's eyes full of sadness. She had grown up with Murong Feixue, she had always been as proud and as beautiful as her, but had she ever seen her in such a devastated state.
Qianhua secretly shed tears at the side, quietly wiped away her tears, and said softly: "Princess, it's getting late, you'd better go to bed early!"
Although Feixue was sad, she did not cry. She heard Qianhua's voice in a daze, retracted her eyes, pursed her lips slightly, and said with a forced smile: "Aunt Qianhua, don't worry about me, I'm really fine."
Qianhua felt even more heartbroken when she saw Feixue forcing a smile on her face, "Princess, if you want to cry, cry! If you try not to cry, my aunt's heart will be broken."
"Aunt, I'm really fine. Don't call me princess anymore. I got married today and I am Princess Jin now! Whether he admits it or not, I am his Princess Jin. I will always be."
The plaintive sound of Ran Qingxun's flute drifted from the distance. The sound of the flute was sad and sad. The sound of the flute pierced into the heart like a sharp sword. There was no blood, but it made people feel heartbroken.
Qianhua touched her chest lightly, and Feixue, who was on the verge of collapse, felt extremely resentful, "This is simply too much bullying. I will go to the roof, catch that brat, and give him a good beating."
Feixue held Qianhua's hand, and Qianhua felt that her hand was cold to the bone, "Auntie, don't go, I don't blame him. Go and get my guqin."
Qianhua looked surprised and asked hurriedly: "Princess, what do you want to do? Does the princess want it?"
"Well, aunt, don't ask why, just go ahead and say, I know what I'm doing?
Qianhua's voice was already hoarse and full of bitterness, "Doing that is just adding salt to the princess's wounds, so why bother?"
"Aunt, please let me be willful again! Aunt, even if it is a tragic song, I hope to play it with him!"
Qianhua sighed sadly, "The princess is so affectionate, why can't that silver-haired boy come? The princess is too stupid." She turned to get the guqin.
Feixue continued to look up at the bright moon and murmured: "Beauties have always had a bad life since ancient times, and passionate people are always hurt by love. Is it because I love too stupidly and too persistently, or should I blame me for loving too deeply and too crazy."
Qianhua brought the guqin, and Fei Xue came to the courtyard with the guqin in her arms. She placed the guqin in front of her and sat on the ground, with her eyebrows lowered, her delicate fingers waving the strings, and sad notes floating in all directions.
For a time, the piano and flute ensemble formed a resonance. Every time Feixue played a note, her heart was like a knife cutting through her heart. She thought she could hold back her tears, but when she played this song for her beloved and
Other women's love songs, tears still drip along the long eyelashes and fall on the strings.
Qianhua, Yimo, Xiangzhi, and the three other girls looked at Feixue who was sad. They covered their mouths with their hands, and tears fell unconsciously.
Xiang Zhi said: "I have never seen the princess so sad."
Shangguan Qingyu stood aside, gnashing his teeth with hatred and cracking his fists. He growled, "Ran Qingxun, you bastard!" He turned around and left.
Qianhua knew what he was going to do and shouted sharply: "Qingyu, don't go. If I could do it, I would have done it. If you want to make the princess more sad, you can go ahead!"
Shangguan Qingyu couldn't bear it anymore, so he turned around and left!
Ran Qingxun, who was standing on the roof playing the flute, heard the sound of Murong Feixue's piano, and his heart trembled, but he did not stop playing the flute. He wondered how long this woman could endure it?
But I don’t know why? The longer the time goes by, the more inexplicable heartache appears in his heart. When he plays this piece of music, he should be thinking of Xiao Yunling, but why? All that comes to mind is that arrogant woman?
Especially the heartbroken look on her face at the moment when she bent down and picked up the hosta kept appearing in front of his eyes, and the sound of the flute suddenly stopped.
My mind was inexplicably confused, and I muttered to myself: "Why do I think of her? Why does my heart hurt?" A trace of doubt came to my mind.
"I want to find out what this woman wants to do?" Ran Qingxun jumped from the roof into the courtyard and headed towards Feixue's courtyard.
Fei Xue heard Ran Qingxun's flute sound stop, but he did not stop the music, he knew he would come.
She stopped crying and murmured in her heart: "Brother Xing, it was my sister who persisted until the end."
Ran Qingxun did not directly question Feixue, but hid in the dark and observed.
Feixue's piano music never stopped. She was really sad, but he wanted to prove to An that Murong Feixue, who was as arrogant as her, would never be defeated by a small song.
During the performance, the strings suddenly broke, and red blood instantly dripped onto the guqin from Feixueyu's fingers. Qianhua hurriedly brought white silk to bandage him.
Feixue caught a glimpse of the white silk, which looked like red plum blossoms on snow, with a hint of red, and she actually laughed. The laughter was full of bitterness and ridicule.
"Haha, God's will is such a trick. On the wedding night, the red fell. It's just that the falling red is not the other, but it is still heartbreaking. Murong Feixue, you gave the most precious thing to the person you love most,
I lost my body and my heart for him, what did I get? Ridiculous! Extremely ridiculous!"
Looking at Murong Feixue's back, Ran Qingxun walked out and said, "When she bleeds, my heart aches? What's wrong with me? Is it too much for me to treat a woman who loves me like this?" For a moment, even Ran was confused.