Chapter 123

Amidst the rustling noises of Zi Zhi and Fat Fu.

The carriage started slowly.

Wu Ling's heart also thumped, and she subconsciously hugged her stomach tightly. For the sake of this little Nezha in her belly, what is the point of hiding for another two years?
Gentle breeze, wrapped in a touch of coolness, Wu Ling opened the curtain of the car, and poked her head out. The autumn wind was blowing her hair. It was originally a bun, but it was blown loose. The pearl hairpin on her head Then it fell, as if the wind was also trying to keep her, Wu Ling waved to the wind, "Goodbye!!! Goodbye~~"

At this moment, her heart felt indescribably comfortable.

. . . . . .

On the third day after Wu Ling left the capital, Song Gege went to Ruyi Pavilion to look for Fujin.

Song Gege said to Fujin like this: "Wu Ling said that Fujin is seriously ill, but if he keeps holding back in the room, he will feel more and more uncomfortable. Gege Wu said, Fujin might as well go out for a walk , not only in the back garden, but also out of the mansion. There is a large chrysanthemum garden in the suburbs of Beijing, which Wu Gege specially ordered someone to plant for Fujin, and Fujin can go and have a look..."

Chrysanthemum garden?
Di Fujin suddenly raised her head, she even forgot that she used to like chrysanthemums the most, but after marrying into the Fourth Prince's Mansion, Defei Empress told her that as a Di Fujin, she should hide her preferences, and that the chrysanthemums that Zhenggong Di Fujin should like , It should also be peonies or something, so Di Fujin has always kept in mind the teachings of Defei Empress, and gradually, she even forgot her own preferences, but Wu Ling actually knew that Di Fujin was a little unbelievable.

"She really has a heart." Fu Fujin smiled, and then shook his head helplessly: "My body is weak and I can't get up, so I'm afraid I will disappoint Wu Ling's kindness."

"Wu Ling guessed that Fujin was going to say this early in the morning..." Song Gege handed a small bottle of flower dew to Fujin's palm, and said, "So, Wu Ling said, drinking this will give her strength. In other words, in this short life, people still have to live for themselves after all. To Fujin who works hard all day, he should also think about it, himself..."

Wu Ling said this to Fujin from the very beginning, but Fujin just laughed it off. Ever since she knew that she was the one who caused the singer Suier to die in vain, Fujin was in pain and vomited a lot of black blood for several days .

In fact, Wu Ling's move is to fight poison with poison. It is always good for Di Fujin to expel the toxins accumulated in his body.

Di Fujin felt that she was not worthy at all, that she was not worthy of living a life of her own. She was very negative, and now she just wanted...to be relieved.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Fujin, Song Gege didn't have much patience, so she put down the bottle containing the dew, and then said: "The carriage has been prepared, and Fujin can go and see whenever he wants to go, my concubine I will leave first."

. . .

After Song Gege left, Di Fujin stared at the bottle of flower dew for a long time, but his thoughts had drifted away.

Her time is running out, and Di Fujin knows her own body better than anyone else.

Seven days have passed...

The carriage outside the door of Ruyi Pavilion started unexpectedly, and finally Fujin broke free from the shackles in her heart. Before she left, she wanted to take a look at her former self...

The sea of ​​chrysanthemums stretches as far as the eye can see, and they are fragrant for thousands of miles. They are swaying in the air with the autumn wind, setting off layer after layer, wave after wave of golden waves.

Looking at this sea of ​​flowers, Di Fujin stopped, she looked at it obsessively, as if standing in the middle of the golden sea of ​​flowers, there was a little girl, she was wearing a lotus root pink skirt, her hair was tied into a small braid, and the end of the braid was still Tied with a red ribbon, she holds a windmill in her right hand. The windmill keeps turning with the autumn wind. The little girl is running among the chrysanthemums, smiling happily, laughing wildly, with a sweet mouth and big pears. Vortex, the little girl said happily: "I like chrysanthemums the most, and Erniang's tea made with chrysanthemums is the best!!"

Seeing the unfettered little girl running freely, Di Fujin burst into tears.

That was her once.

At that time, she was just a little princess of Ulanara, she was very happy, happy every day.

She is free.

Her happiness, anger, sorrow and joy can all be hung on her face.

But later, her mother-in-law passed away, and Di Fujin also married into the Fourth Prince's Mansion. With the whole palace.But actually?

The entire palace was a cage for her, and she put a lock on herself, making her struggle, embarrassed, and tortured.

. . .

Seeing Fujin crying so sadly, Tao Xiang lowered her head and persuaded: "Fujin, or you should go back."

"no, do not want!"

This was the first time Fujin refused. She felt unexpectedly happy. She suddenly felt that it turned out that rejection could be so simple.

Di Fujin took off the tall flowerpot-soled shoes that bound her, took off her socks, and walked into the sea of ​​chrysanthemums step by step with her bare feet.

Tao Xiang instructed: "Fu Jin! Be careful not to hurt your feet!"

"Just let me have a good time!" Di Fujin said.

Tao Xiang suddenly understood that although Di Fujin would be hurt like this, she was very happy. Tao Xiang felt distressed, so she no longer stopped her, but complied with Di Fujin's wishes and waited silently.

Without the restraint of flowerpot-soled shoes, Di Fujin can finally walk exaggeratedly, without having to take small steps.

After walking a few steps, her feet were scratched several times, with traces of blood oozing out, Zi Fujin looked at her feet, and then at the vast sky, she opened her arms, greedily Breathing, the air here is free. After a long time, she laughed loudly.

"In my whole life, I only live for myself at this moment, how ridiculous!"

So, Fujin took off her heavy flag head, let her long hair loose, and only tucked a chrysanthemum into her ear. Feeling the autumn wind, she danced lightly with the wind.

Standing aside, Tao Xiang was also very surprised that Di Fujin, who was always dignified and elegant, could still dance this kind of dance of love and moon.

It turned out that without the shackles of red tape, without the shackles of Fujin's identity, the current Fujin is so young and beautiful.

At that time, a golden butterfly landed on Fujin's fingertips.

Di Fujin looked at it and smiled: "I really envy you, you are free all your life..."

She blew lightly, and let the butterfly fly far away, "Fly away, fly as far as possible, don't be caught by anyone, keep it in a cage!"

Ci Fujin shouted at the top of her lungs, and she also exhausted her last bit of strength, and collapsed on the ground.

Tao Xiang hurriedly went to help her up, and Di Fujin lay in Tao Xiang's arms, and said softly: "I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see Wu Ling again, when you see her in the future, please convey my thanks."

(End of this chapter)

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