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Chapter 891 Fanwai: The blue and white flowers are still there, but the Iraqis are far away 1
Father came back that day, his face was full of anger, and his face was terribly gloomy.Mother asked him softly, he slammed the table, and said angrily: "That old man Sima is too despicable, to use such means to beat the old man. It's really disgusting!"

My mother asked why, my father looked at me, his eyes were full of love and reluctance, my heart shuddered, and I stood there in a daze.

After a long time, my father said: "The Northwest Marquis sent someone to propose marriage to the Holy Majesty. The Holy Majesty only has one daughter, Princess Mingzhu, so naturally he would not allow it. Although the Northwest Marquis is a surrender, his snobbery has not diminished! The Holy Majesty has long been dissatisfied with him, but he also No other choice, the old Sima took the opportunity to propose to the Holy Majesty, asking the Holy Majesty to recognize Feng'er as a righteous daughter and marry the Northwest Marquis!"

Mother was shocked and said, "Then what is the will of the Holy One?"

Father said sadly and angrily: "The Holy Majesty has accepted his suggestion, and wants Feng Feng'er to be Princess Pingxi, and she will marry at a certain date!"

If I was struck by lightning, I would stagger and almost fall, but the Holy Majesty's will must not be violated, otherwise I would be punished for destroying my family.I just felt dizzy, a mouthful of blood gushed out of my mouth, and I fell limply.In a trance, I heard Brother Xiaoqi's anxious voice, Brother Xiaoqi, maybe you and I are really missed in this life.

This year's plum blossoms are particularly beautiful, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms pervades the huge Shangshu Mansion. I lean on the window and watch Brother Xiao Qi dancing sword in the courtyard.The plum blossoms fell to the ground in the wind of his sword, and his body was like a white crane shuttling among the plum blossoms. Tears once again filled my eyes.Maybe, this will be the last time I will see him dance sword. Tomorrow, just tomorrow, I will embark on a journey to the northwest.

Dad said, let Brother Xiaoqi send me off.

Brother Xiaoqi is my childhood partner who grew up with me.Ten years ago, he stumbled and fell off a cliff, and since then there has been no news of him, until a few days ago, when he suddenly appeared in the capital, his father let him be the guardian of Shangshu's mansion because of his old love.

Although Brother Xiaoqi didn't say anything, I knew he was in deep pain because he looked at me with such sad eyes, like a few wisps of sad clouds floating in the clear sky.He still dances his sword under that tree every day, and every time I look at it, my heart feels like a steel knife, which hurts sharply, and tears fall to the ground.

I don't know why, my marriage is so simple, a gorgeous carriage, carrying me and the jewels given by the sage, except for Xiaoqi brother, only a few big insiders escorted.

I gently lifted the car curtain, but I saw ice and snow everywhere, and the wind picked up my skirt, flying wantonly in the wind.Brother Xiaoqi looked at me with affectionate and compassionate eyes, and said, "It's windy outside, so let's get into the sedan chair."

I lowered my head slightly, and a tear fell from my eyes. This farewell may never come back.

After leaving the customs, we walked for more than ten miles, brother Xiao Qi stopped us suddenly, and I heard him say: "There seems to be the sound of horseshoes!"

Suddenly one person shouted, "Look, there are so many horses over there!"

Brother Xiaoqi shouted: "Let's hurry to the ghost inn ahead, that's the eyeliner of the Northwest Marquis, we'll be safe for now!"

The carriage was galloping like flying, and suddenly the carriage stopped, and the fifth driver shouted hoarsely: "No, another pair of men and horses came out ahead, and we were surrounded by front and rear!"

Brother Xiaoqi shouted: "Let's rush out from the left!"

But it was already too late, the front and rear teams rushed over like arrows leaving the string.They are by no means ordinary thieves. Although I live in a deep boudoir, I often hear Uncle Zeng from the nursing home tell me about his past.

(End of this chapter)