Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 233
Ling Youyao trotted all the way back to Lanhui Courtyard, ignored Yin Zhu calling her, responded casually, and shut herself in the room.

She leaned against the door, her heart beating violently, remembering her bold move just now, she couldn't help burning her face, and said "I have no choice but to" in her heart a dozen times before she gradually calmed down.

Yinzhu and Lubao stood outside and stared at each other, no one knew what happened to Ling Youyao.

Lu Bao raised her hand and knocked on the door: "Princess, are you alright?"

Ling Youyao stabilized her mind, and tried to make her voice sound calm: "I'm fine, I'm a little tired today, I want to take a break first, and have dinner later."

"Oh," Lu Bao replied, "then remember to call your servant if you have anything to do."

"Okay, let's go down."

Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually going away, Ling Youyao's heart that had finally calmed down became hot again.She took out the letter that Fu Mingjue had dropped from her sleeve, and seeing the familiar handwriting on it, she felt sour in her heart.

This is my sister's handwriting.
In the attic full of files and informants, there is Ling Qingwei's letter hidden.Looking at the yellowed envelope, it must have been preserved for a long time.Even though she knew about the friendship between them, when she saw this letter, Ling Youyao could no longer pretend to turn a blind eye.

She held the letter tightly, but couldn't open it for a long time.She was afraid, afraid that the contents of the letter would be thoughts or sweet words between lovers.But what's there to be afraid of?She knew from the very beginning that Fu Mingjue would never forget his sister, and that he even married her because of her sister, wasn't it?
Ling Youyao suddenly felt that her behavior was a bit naive, like a snooper curious about her partner and ex's past.

But she knew everything, but she couldn't help but look at it.

In fact, she was also concerned about what happened between Fu Mingjue and Ling Qingwei, right?
Ling Youyao took a deep breath, opened the envelope with trembling fingertips, and slowly pulled out the letter paper inside——

A neat and delicate lower case with hairpin flowers came into view. It was Ling Qingwei's handwriting that was correct, and even the tone of her speech was as calm and gentle as she remembered.The first sentence that came into my head was: Your Highness, Zhan Xin'an.

It was signed on the 18th of the 29th year of Shunhe.

Seeing this sentence, Ling Youyao's lips showed bitterness.At that time, Fu Mingjue was still the Seventh Prince. Although he had escaped from the murderous hands of the nobleman, he was walking on thin ice in Kunning Palace. In this adversity, it would be difficult for anyone to be accompanied by a confidant.

She mustered up the courage to continue reading:
"His Royal Highness has been away from Beijing for more than three months, and everything in Beijing is fine.It snowed in the capital for several days, and my father, Xiu Mu, was at home and asked us: What are the red plums in the snow like?Yao'er replied: Like the candied haws on Uncle Wang's shoulders.When the father heard this, he laughed and praised her for being clever; but the elder brother said that she only cared about eating and didn't understand the elegance and purity of the four gentlemen. '

Looking at these words, Ling Youyao couldn't help but see a gleam of water in her eyes. In her impression, Ling Qingwei was calm and elegant, and she didn't panic about things.

Perhaps it was because of this that she didn't dare to bring up Ling Qingwei.How could she dare to ask Fu Mingjue to forget someone whom even she would miss for him?

She sniffed, held back her tears, and read on:

On the 23rd day of the winter month, the Nanyang Palace held a Zhou Catch Ceremony for the little prince, and my mother took us to congratulate him.During the catch week, Xiao Shizi grabbed Yaoer's golden lock, and everyone burst into laughter. I coaxed Yaoer for a long time before she gave the golden lock to Xiao Shizi.She said angrily that she would not sleep with me anymore, but she still came here at night with her pillow in her arms.'

Seeing these words, Ling Youyao felt sour in her heart, she couldn't help crying, but she forced a smile.

What was written in the letter was only trivial things that happened on weekdays, but it was these trivial things that made Ling Youyao even more sad.

She felt sorry for Ling Qingwei who was so good, but ended up in a tragic death; she was sad that there was a past between them that she could not participate in, but she could only bear the pain caused by her heartbeat silently as a bystander.

Thinking of Fu Mingjue's departure from Beijing last time, she also wrote him a letter, but it was just a small matter, but Fu Mingjue answered her seriously.

Then when he received Ling Qingwei's letter, would he answer her as seriously as he answered himself?
Ling Youyao shook her head silently, the answer is not important anymore.
She let the tears wet the yellowed letter paper, leaned against the door and slowly squatted down, buried her face in the crook of her arms, crying extremely suppressedly, her heart throbbing so badly, but she didn't dare to make a sound.She was afraid of being heard, even if it was Yinzhu and Lubao, and she was afraid of being asked why she was crying - because she couldn't explain the reason openly.

Everyone in the capital knew that Fu Mingjue married her because she looked like Ling Qingwei.Now, because of their past, she only dared to hide in a corner and feel sad secretly.If others found out, they would definitely laugh at her severely, right?

Ling Youyao thought bitterly.

Knowing the ending early tomorrow, why can't he help but fall?
I don't know how long she cried like this, but when she calmed down, the room was already pitch black.

Yinzhu and Lubao did not come over, the cold moonlight reflected in front of her through the window, and she could barely see the surrounding environment clearly.She got up with slightly stiff legs, walked slowly to the table, fumbled for the kettle and poured herself a glass of water.

The water was already completely cold, and the cool water flowing through the hot throat seemed to gradually cool down the fluctuating heart.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door, followed by Yinzhu's worried voice: "Princess, are you okay? Do you want to eat something?"

Ling Youyao wiped away her tears, put away the letter, and said: "No need, you guys go down."

Maybe it was because she cried just now, even though she tried her best to restrain herself, Yin Zhu could still hear the crying in her voice.

Although Yinzhu didn't know what happened, but she didn't expose it, she just persuaded softly: "You haven't eaten since you came back from Qianzhen Pavilion, and Lubao made your favorite sliced ​​pork with vinegar. No, why don't you eat something?"

The sadness on Ling Youyao's face has not been completely put away, she is really hungry when she says that.

After thinking about it, he wiped his face with a handkerchief, looked in the mirror again, and after confirming that nothing would be seen, he opened the door and let her in.

Yinzhu caught a glimpse of her reddish eye sockets, she kept silent, just put the food on the table, and said: "Today, Lubao cooks what you like, by the way, Lubao also made some food that you mentioned last time. According to what you said, she added wine to the fruit tea, and it is warming on the stove at the moment, and the maidservant will bring it to you later."

"Yeah..." Ling Youyao looked at the dishes on the table, and felt a little overwhelmed.

I thought that Yinzhu would ask her why, but she didn't say anything, instead she quietly stayed by her side.

"Princess, what's the matter with you? Still have no appetite?"

"No," she shook her head, swallowing the pain in her throat, "I want to go home tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)