"Oh, yes, there is no regret medicine in this world." Feng Hongluan smiled lightly, but could not tell Xia Rongling that in fact, there is no regret medicine, but life can also start over. If Xia Rongling's life can be started over
At first, probably, she would no longer choose the heroic act of flying a moth into a flame.
What about him?
The dark eyes fell on a man in official uniform diagonally across from the dancers in the middle of the dance floor.
As for Han Huiqing, no matter how many times he lives again, his nature is still the same and he cannot give up his hatred and revenge against Feng Mansion.
In his last life, if what he hated was his father's sarcastic remarks when the Han family came to ask for help, wouldn't his father's actions, care, running, labor, and arrangements in this life be enough to erase this hatred?
Feng Hongluan stared in that direction blankly, knowing that Han Huiqing's eyes met hers, and there was a bit of coldness in the other's eyes. Feng Hongluan finally knew that no, Han Huiqing wouldn't, and Han Huiqing wouldn't even live for many more lives.
Will give up hostility towards Feng Mansion.
It was because she was soft-hearted at that time and thought about the flesh and blood family relationship that she relaxed her vigilance towards Han Huiqing. Now that Han Huiqing is independent and working as an errand in the Hanlin Academy, his wings have become stronger. Maybe he has found a bigger backstage and no longer has to worry about Feng Mansion. Therefore,
Are you going to show your fangs?
Feng Hongluan gave Han Huiqing a sneer in return. Seeing the wrong look in his eyes, Feng Hongluan used her lips to speak two words: "Uncle."
There was a cold and bloodthirsty smile on her red lips. Han Huiqing was slightly startled, unable to resist her gaze. She withdrew her eyes, her expression was a little awkward, and pretended to drink and talk with the people next to her.
After eating most of the banquet, Feng Hongluan felt a little uncomfortable after sitting for a long time, so she asked Yuexiang to help her and go out for some fresh air.
At night in the palace, the lights were bright and the trees and flowers were sparkling, but the road was extremely quiet. The maids and eunuchs passing by were as quiet as ice, and they did not dare to neglect and saluted her one by one.
The moonlight is quite beautiful, hanging in the sky, the night is dark, and a few stars are dimly visible. Walking on Xuanwu Avenue, looking at the high walls on both sides, which are three people high, looking up, it seems that the entire sky is
Being imprisoned in it, people in this high wall are like frogs at the bottom of a well. They can only see a circle of heaven and earth above the well mouth. How depressing it must be.
The Queen Mother, the Empress, the Fourth Concubine, Concubine Li, Princess Qinyang, as well as those three thousand beauties in the harem, the prince and the eldest princess, these people live here, it is like living in a huge golden birdcage, what is the fun of it?
.
Why are there so many people flocking to this palace? Feng Hongluan is used to being free, so she doesn't think it's a big deal if she only comes in once in a while, but if she has to be locked up in it every day, she might go crazy.
"Miss, how long do we have to go? We are far away from Suishou Palace." After Yuexiang entered the palace, her temper calmed down and she was cautious.
"Take a walk and go back in a while. It's too far from the Imperial Garden. Otherwise, I can take you to the Imperial Garden for a walk."
"My slaves have heard that the Royal Garden is a place for ladies in the harem to relax. I dare not even think about it."
"Haha, Yuexiang, I'm a little cold, why don't you go back and get me a cloak first."
"The lady is alone."
"Don't worry, this is the palace."
"Okay, miss, I'll run over later," Yuexiang replied crisply, trotting back.
As soon as Yuexiang left, the gentle smile on Feng Hongluan's face faded: "Come out."
From behind a door, a pair of long legs wearing black gold-embroidered boots stepped out, followed by a figure with a blue-gray bamboo embroidery pattern. Feng Hongluan looked at it through the street lamp on the side of the road, and her face couldn't help but be startled: "
King Huai!"
There were footsteps following her all the way. She had known for a long time that someone who she thought was the general was following her, but she didn't expect it was King Huai.
"It's me." Today, King Huai's face is still as gentle as jade, his smile is light, his hands are behind his back, and his handsome features are like those of an immortal. It is difficult to find many such handsome men in the world.
Among the emperor's brothers, even the mediocre third child is a talented person, but if we say the one with the best looks, it is probably King Huai.
King Huai is good-looking. He is easy to get close to. His facial features are very soft. When he smiles, he is as warm and gentle as a spring breeze. Unlike Hong Yan, whose facial features are too strong and unsmiling, he gives people the impression that anyone who gets close to him will be attracted by him.
A crushing illusion.
And the Emperor, the Nine-Five-year-old, has an aura of king about him, which is also intimidating to others.
Hong Yan is cold, the emperor is majestic, and King Huai is handsome.
Feng Hongluan still remembered that she was helped by a benefactor after she was stunned and kidnapped by the people from the Western Regions. When the old woman took her to see her "benefactor" that day, she pushed the door open and walked in. In the flickering candlelight, there was King Huai standing with his back turned, with a long and jade body.
Standing upright, with black hair shawl, as ink as a waterfall, the whole person seems to have stepped out of a painting, giving people the feeling of an otherworldly immortal.
It's a pity that King Huai is not an immortal from this world, he is just one of the intrigues and intrigues in the court.
He himself is not as noble and refined as his appearance.
Feng Hongluan could not be said to have a good impression of King Huai, nor did she have any ill intentions, because at any rate, King Huai had saved her life. If it had not been for King Huai, she would have died long ago when she was kidnapped by the people from the Western Regions.
"Prince Huai is also out for a walk?"
"That's right!"
What do you mean, the answer is so enigmatic, it is clear that he is not here for a walk, but to follow her, but what is the purpose of following her?
"Haha, the weather is a bit cold. I'm afraid the banquet will be over soon. Hong Luan has to go back first, so as not to worry the prince."
"Miss Feng!"
"Um?"
"If you don't mind, please accompany me for a walk and wake up to the bar!"
His face was slightly red, and there was a strong aroma of wine in his breath. Being alone at night like this would probably arouse criticism. Feng Hongluan refused with a smile: "I'll find someone to make a sobering soup for the prince!"
I’m going back first.”
Just as he was about to leave, there was a sudden pull on his arm. Feng Hongluan was startled, and turned around, only to see King Huai's eyes as deep as the night sky, with waves flashing in his eyes, and his tone was almost pleading: "Just a moment, okay.
?”
"Your Majesty!" Feng Hongluan looked at the held arm and frowned.
He seemed to realize that something was wrong and quickly let go, looking a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry."
——Digression——
I don’t know what will happen next, haha, wow, everyone is so awesome, Merry Christmas!