This happened all day long. At night, she went to bed early and lay on the bed, but she did not close her eyes. Instead, she kept thinking about Hong Yan's words, "Wait for me, no matter how long."
Wait for him, no matter how long?
Oh, why should he?
A few kisses? A few hugs? A few thoughtful designs? Or is it the status of King Jin that he thought he was prepared for?
Why was he so selfish? Why could he bear to let her just watch him get married to someone else and stand next to another woman? Even if this relationship was fake and only lasted until the general fell, Hongyan was
It's true that Feng Hongluan never thought that he would have three wives and four concubines, just like all the royal nobles, but if she didn't like him before, it didn't matter. Now, how would she accept it?
If she remarries, she will be just a second wife. Even if the daughter of a general is executed by her father, she will be rehabilitated and she will be just a house filler. Her identity does not matter to her. What does matter is that Hong Yan can no longer be the one who attracted her in the first place.
Hongyan is a Hongyan who has had wives and other women. He will always have the body odor of other women on his body.
I finally understood how painful it was for my mother to be a ninja, and I accepted the Dong family.
Her eyes were still a little moist. She hated herself. She had told herself long ago not to be emotional or tempted. Emotions had always only hurt her, but why did she always sink again and again, making herself fall into such bitterness again and again?
Didn't she suffer enough from Ling Che in her previous life? If we were talking about repaying her emotional debt, she should have paid it off clearly in her previous life.
Tossing and turning was unavoidable, and I couldn't express the bitter hatred in my heart. Until midnight, I still didn't feel sleepy. I just felt like a fool who had been fooled by my feelings again.
Outside, the fourth watch drum was beating, and it was already the fourth watch day in a blink of an eye. Feng Hongluan's painful heart finally calmed down. Yes, she had endured betrayal like Ling Che's, not to mention that she and Hong Yan had just
It was a start, and it was him who started it. Even if she was tempted, she would accept it now and seal the cracked love gap. From now on, she would never be tempted by anyone again.
What's wrong with being like Princess Qinyang? Living alone for the rest of your life is like living a wasted life with a man.
Closing her eyes, she pushed Hong Yan into the eighteenth level of hell in her heart. She told herself that she would never give him a chance to turn around, and she would never fall into any romance or sweetness from him again.
When the drums sounded at the fifth watch, she was really sleepy, but her thoughts were just starting to get confused. There was a sound in the house, as if someone was near the window. She suddenly woke up and said warily: "Who!"
"It's me, Hong Luan, open the window."
It's him!
Feng Hongluan's eyes were a bit cold: "Prince Jin came to visit late at night. What's the matter? Women's boudoir is not allowed to let people in and out at will. If you have nothing special to do, please come back. If you have something special to do, please come to the main entrance tomorrow.
I."
"You're angry, did you hear that?"
"I'm not angry." Feng Hongluan's tone was very calm and calm, as if the man outside the window was not the man who once made her heart beat, but just a dispensable passerby, A, B, B, D.
"Open the door first, I'm so cold."
"Prince Jin, I told you that if you have something to do, come back tomorrow. If you have nothing to do, I want to rest. Please come back."
Feng Hongluan said decisively.
Outside, there was a moment of silence, and Hong Yan's helpless voice rang out: "I don't know whether I should be happy or unhappy that you are angry. Anyway, you must have me in your heart, otherwise you wouldn't be angry. But what is unhappy is that you
I turned away the door, I was about to freeze into ice sticks."
It's not that cold outside. It's definitely just an excuse and some kind of trick.
"Prince Jin, please come back, otherwise I will call someone and say that someone broke into Feng Mansion."
"Hong Luan, you..." His tone was a little anxious, and Shaoqing sighed deeply, "That's all, I will only say two sentences. The first sentence is that my heart is as solid as a rock. If the rock does not shift, it can last for thousands of years."
Do you want to coax her with sweet words again?
She did not respond, and only heard him say again through the window: "The second sentence is the same, please wait for me. The general just wants to marry a girl into the royal family. It doesn't matter who I am, as long as we
I'll wait another three to five years until my sixth and seventh brothers are adults. See you, General.
If I insist on refusing, I will definitely turn my attention to my sixth and seventh brothers. My sixth brother has also reached the age of hairpin. In three or two years, he will be able to get married. Although I am not kind, who makes me have you in my heart?
If I don't have you, I don't mind marrying anyone, but now, I won't marry anyone other than you."
There was a sudden tremor in his heart, what did he say?
He asked her to wait for him because of this.
So her self-blame, pain and suffering this night were all just mediocre and random thoughts?
Those sentences are like a dream, hitting the heart. People who have been expelled into the eighteen levels of hell in their hearts, people who thought they would never think about it again, and will never be emotional again, now can't restrain themselves.
Yes, my eyes were red because of every word I said.
"Hongyan!" she called him, calling Prince Jin no longer unfamiliar.
But there was no movement outside the window.
She thought of him saying he was cold, and her heart ached. She quickly got up and opened the window. There was no one outside the window, only a pool of water stains remained on the window frame, and the brown-red pear wood seeped into black-red.
She was startled, and the water made him wet.
Regardless, he put on his underwear, turned over and went out of the window. Standing where he stood, there was also a puddle of water stains. His heart became more and more painful. Why didn't this fool say that he was wet? It's freezing cold today and at night.
He was standing outside in the deep dew and freezing cold weather. Why didn't he tell her?
They all blamed him, thinking he was trying to play another trick, and ignored him.
Now, her eyes were moist, her heart was twitching with sympathy, she was in the dark, wearing underwear, not caring about being heard by others, and shouted: "Hongyan, Hongyan!"
Go to the back courtyard wall, thinking that Hongyan sneaks in through there every time.
I was chasing my luck all the way, shouting all the way, and tears fell uncontrollably from my eyes.
Ever since she lived another life, her tears were still somewhat real. She only shed a few or two every time to deceive those people's trust. But now, her tears were like broken pearls, uncontrollable. She knew that this time,
I was really moved, I really put my heart into it, I really couldn't control my heart anymore.