Feng Hongluan glanced over with cold eyes, so harsh that people dared not utter a word: "I spared you because you are just a prostitute, and I'm afraid of dirtying my hands."
After speaking, he took back his hand, with a bloodthirsty sneer on his lips, and without looking back, Liu Xiang said: "Go back to the house."
Liuxiang was really frightened, and it took her a while to realize what she was doing, and she took small steps to catch up with Feng Hongluan.
Turning back, I peeked at the woman vomiting blood, and then looked at Feng Hongluan's cold and proud back, feeling a little pity in my heart.
I'm afraid the young lady is so angry that she behaves like this.
But the young lady's suppressed anger really made her feel distressed.
I don’t know when it started, but anger seemed to be missing from the young lady’s emotions.
In the past, the young lady would always lose her temper when something went wrong, but now, she just swallowed all the pain, all the discomfort, all the depression deep in her heart.
Since the autumn of last year, the lady has changed, becoming stranger to Liuxiang, and Liuxiang has felt that she doesn't recognize her several times.
The young lady has become much smarter, and her secret methods sometimes astound even Liuxiang. The evil people around her have their hypocritical masks ripped off one by one by the young lady.
Liu Xiang was at a loss at the beginning, but now he is gradually getting used to it.
But I feel more and more that the young lady is getting more and more lonely and hiding herself more and more.
All the pain, all the anger, all the suffering, she buried deep in her heart so that no one could even take a look at it.
Liuxiang wants to share the burden, but...
Looking at the lonely figure leaving, she didn't even know how to share the burden.
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When she returned to the house, Feng Hongluan was surprised by the sight in front of her.
There is not a single thing of hers left in the house. The cloak on the emerald screen is not hers, the rouge and gouache on the dressing table is not hers, the tea set on the table is not her dowry, and the few elegant paintings on the walls are all now.
Replaced with delicate peonies.
The furnishings, displays, and things were all replaced with new ones. She stood at the door, smelling the scent of other women in the room, and her heart was pounding.
It turns out that she didn't have to wait for her to decide whether she should love Hong Yan or not. Hong Yan had already sentenced their relationship to death.
It has a sour taste, rising in the throat, and is a bit bitter in the sourness.
She wanted to vomit, but she held it back, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Let's go, stay scented."
"Where to go, miss?"
“It’s fine to go anywhere.”
No matter where you go, it's better than this Prince Jin's Mansion.
She was about to leave when a delicate figure appeared from the corridor at the left end. He was slightly surprised when he saw her.
He immediately calmed down his expression and stepped forward with a smile.
"Good luck to the princess." Leave the incense to wish the other person a happy life.
Xia Rongli smiled gently: "Get up, Liuxiang, and take your lady's things to Qingfeng Pavilion first."
Qingfeng Pavilion!
Haha, it's ironic to think that the cold wedding room on the day she got married has been occupied by Xia Rongling ever since. Is it finally going to be returned to her now?
According to Buddhism, cause and effect reincarnation?
It's hers after all, it's not hers and she won't get it even if she wants it.
Xia Rongling was clearly sending away the fragrance and had something to say to Feng Hongluan.
Feng Hongluan wanted to hear what she had to say.
"Liuxiang, let's go!"
"Yes, miss!"
After the fragrance went on, Xia Rongling took a look at the room and smiled a little awkwardly: "Sorry, this was not my idea. If you don't want to go in, can we just walk around?"
"I know it wasn't your idea!"
There was a slight smile on Feng Hongluan's lips. Even if her heart was bleeding, no one would notice it at all.
"Does the prince know that you are back?"
"I'll talk to him later."
I wanted to say, "It doesn't matter whether you know or not," but this sentence was obviously filled with emotion, so I changed it to something else.
She wanted to tell Xia Rongling that everything was business as usual for her, and she would not be upset for anyone.
Xia Rongling was silent for a while, then looked at Feng Hongluan with her beautiful eyes, and stopped: "There is something that I have always wanted to ask for your forgiveness for."
I felt a knot in my heart. Could it be that Xia Rongling and Hong Yan had already...
"Don't worry, the prince and I are just in the name of husband and wife, not in reality."
I didn't expect Xia Rongling to see through her thoughts.
Maple Red Luan was silent.
Xia Rongling smiled gently: "I would like to ask you to forgive me for not being able to leave for these few days and not being able to go to see you at Prince Huai's Garden. The prince said that you are unwell and need to recuperate there. Are you feeling better now?"
Haha, is that what he said?
Didn't he tell Xia Rongling why she was feeling unwell?
Did she not want to tell Xia Rongling, or did she dare not tell Xia Rongling what happened to her?
That's all, Feng Hongluan is already cold-hearted. She doesn't care about anything now. As long as Gongsun Meiniang helps her get the imperial edict, as long as she gets rid of the general, as long as she protects all the chess pieces on her chessboard, she doesn't care about anything else.
.
There is no greater sadness than heartbreak. This statement is hypocritical, but it is a true portrayal of her today.
She really felt more sorry for Hong Yan than her heartbroken.
She also stayed away from Xia Ronling.
Now, she only needs to do what she wants to do, and what others want or think has nothing to do with her.
"I feel unwell. If the princess has no other instructions, I will leave first."
"Maple Red Luan!"
"Princess, please speak!"
She looked back at Xia Rongling, but Xia Rongling just smiled slightly: "It's okay, you can go down!"
Go down!
Sure enough, she was already the royal concubine of Prince Jin's palace. She already knew how to let her go down with dignity, and she also knew how to say those bullshit polite words to her.
Although her smile was still gentle as usual, Feng Hongluan couldn't see that the gentle smile didn't reach her eyes at all.
Not wanting to talk to her too much, Feng Hongluan turned around and walked toward Qingfeng Pavilion.
In Qingfeng Pavilion, Yan'er and Liu Xiang were reminiscing about old times. When they saw Feng Hongluan coming in, Yan'er hurriedly greeted her.
"Miss, you are back."
"Um!"
She made a faint sound and glanced around the room, but there was no reaction at all.
Just say: "Give me a glass of water, I'm thirsty."
"Is it cold, Miss? It's drafty here, and the sun rarely shines, so the house is freezing all day long. If Miss, it's cold, please go and light a charcoal stove."