Mo Xiangqi: The next imperial concubine is going to leave the pavilion [The finale]

Chapter 25 Can't Say 3
Ten miles of Pinghu, the sky is full of frost,
An inch of blue silk is mourning the Chinese New Year.

Looking at each other in the shape of the moon,
I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals.

"Looking at each other in the shape of the moon, I only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals. Who is the princess writing for?" Instead of anger, he smiled. This smile is familiar to An Zixun, who has shown this smile twice before. At that time, the long sword in his hand was never soft on her.

Seeing that she was silent, he opened the fan again. The frayed corners looked like they had been rubbed frequently, and the same poem was inscribed on the fan.

The title is the word "Xun", but at the end is a fingerprint.

His smile deepened, there was a clattering sound, and the folding fan was tightly closed and held in the palm of his hand.

"My lord!" An Zixun suddenly said, the crimson color on her face faded, "I just like the poem on the fan, I wrote it down by hand, there is no other meaning."

"Look at your nervousness, this king is just asking casually. You have been married to the palace for some time, and I haven't heard that you still like poetry." After speaking, he returned the red scarf to her, but left only the folding fan.

"This one? It's so old. When you hold it in your hand and other people see it, you think I'm stingy and use some old things for my princess."

"I'll put it away in the future." She said, looked at Helian Qing, and stretched out her hand to take back the things.

But he said casually, "Since it's an old thing, it's no pity to throw it away!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and threw the folding fan into the marriage pool.

"You!" An Zixun turned even paler, glared at him, and immediately ran forward and jumped into the pool, busy picking it up.

He Lianqing moved faster, pulled her up from the water with all her strength, and trapped her arms with her backhand and hugged her tightly.

A cold and angry voice commanded in her ear, "I don't allow you to pick it up!"

She has the same cold syndrome as Qianyou. Dongfang Feichi once said that even if they are cured, they should try not to get close to cold water in this life.

The water in the Marriage Pool of Linggu Temple is drawn from the cold spring in the mountains, which is colder than ordinary water.She has been ill for so long, so she should know, but she doesn't even want to jump down to pick it up.

"Why do you throw my things! You bastard, those are my things, it's not up to you to decide!" The water gradually soaked the folding fan, and the ink-colored fingerprints on it gradually faded away, and she struggled desperately.

He Lianqing didn't expect her reaction to be so strong, and she almost broke free. Seeing her anxious eyes turned red, she seemed to be about to cry, and felt even more inexplicable.

"Hmph, isn't it Jinhenbo who gave you a gift? You like to buy a lot of fans for you to play with, but you are not allowed to keep this one!"

"Who cares that you bought it, you can give it to Mrs. Hua, I don't care about you, why do you care about me! Helian Qing, let me go!" She couldn't break her arm, and kicked him directly.

The force was not light, and He Lianqing also felt a little pain. The women always fell in love with him when they saw him, and it was too late to serve him tenderly. How could he be so barbaric.

Even Qianyou, who treated him so rudely when he was injured three years ago, was mistaken for a man by him, and then subconsciously revealed that she was a daughter, and that barbaric girl was occasionally gentler.

How come this An Zixun, who looks like a needle in the cotton, is usually smiling, but she looks like this when she is fierce!

The two entangled and fell to the ground, He Lianqing rolled over on top, completely suppressing her kicking legs.

"If you didn't marry me, and you have other men in your heart, you can do whatever you want! But you insist on destroying me and Qianyou, and then you still miss your cousin, a flirtatious woman!"

His eyes were burning with anger, and he was staring closely at her flushed face!Holding her tightly for the second time, that familiar feeling reappeared again, and He Lianqing was also angry with herself, how could she have such a strange feeling towards An Zixun!

"Aren't you just wanting to change your mind? You had a marriage contract with me, but you broke it because of Hua Qianyou! My cousin and I were separated, so how can the two of you be happy!" An Zixun's grievance was unbearable .

She is his wife, but she has to look at him every day pretending to be other women.Who can be really generous when it comes to feelings?At least, she can't.

"So you insist on marrying this king, purely for revenge!" His double pupils were particularly deep, and the strength in his hands couldn't help but increase.

An Zixun was pinched by him, her tears couldn't stop rolling.But holding his breath, he also glared at him!
He let go of his hands and got up, but went to the Marriage Pool, picked up the soaked and rotten folding fan, and threw it in front of An Zixun, splashing water all over her face.

He still smiled wildly and seductively, with inexplicable anger suppressed in his smile, he did use her to get Qianyou into the mansion, once he thought that he could not give An Zixun affection, as long as she was obedient, he would give her a lifetime of worry-free life.

Only now did he realize that An Zixun was just out to get revenge on him.Her revenge made him break his promise to Qianyou!
"Get lost, my king!"

He Lianqing turned away without looking at her again, An Zixun also stared at the folding fan in a daze.

Not far behind the thick Lianli tree, a figure stood for a long time, and when he saw him leave, he quickly disappeared.

The carriage of King Qing's Mansion on the mountain road didn't stop all the way, and when they came out of Linggu Temple, there were only He Lianqing and Hua Qianyou in the carriage.

"My lord, my lord."

Hua Qianyou yelled several times before he looked away from the outside, "Is it too stuffy in the car? In a while, we will arrive at the palace."

"No, the concubine wants to say that it's getting late, so I should send someone to pick up the princess and sister, and we will go back together."

"Qianyou doesn't want to be alone with this king for a while?" He Lianqing smiled, seeing that she wanted to say something else, she reached out and pulled her into her arms.

"Sister Wangfei probably didn't do it unintentionally, please don't be angry!" When He Lianqing took her down the mountain, he left An Zixun in the temple, and the two of them faced each other coldly.

"This king has his own arrangements for her, so don't worry about her."

Hua Qianyou had no choice but to nod obediently, and slowly leaned on his shoulder and sighed softly, "Why don't you want to? It would be great if I could be with the prince like this every day."

"It's that simple?" He Lianqing lifted her chin and stared deeply, stroking her fingertips along the contours of her cheeks, her bright eyes and white teeth were delicate and delicate.

In the past, he had imagined countless times what kind of person was the woman who saved him?He had stroked her eyebrows, no matter how beautiful or ugly she was, her kindness and kindness to him, in his heart, she must be the most perfect.

Until the moment when he saw it with his own eyes, the warmth that He Lianqing had hidden in his heart poured out.

"It's that simple."

"Even if An Zixun is the princess, even if you can only be the wife of Prince Qing's mansion?"

"Being by the prince's side, Qianyou is already satisfied, and she won't have any undue extravagance." She put her hands on the back of Helianqing's hand, "If you like someone, you can give everything for him and endure everything. I am the same, and so is my sister. That's it, so please promise Qianyou one thing, don't anger my sister. We just fell in love with someone, and there is nothing wrong with that." At the end, her voice was almost inaudible.

"Qianyou, what are you hiding from me?"

"My lord, don't ask any more questions. I won't say anything." She dodged He Lianqing's eyes, lowered her head slowly, and turned her back to him, so as to restrain the sharpness that flashed in her eyes.

There is no right or wrong in feelings, but if you care too much about the other party, you will lose your accurate judgment.

Fans of the authorities, He Lianqing, Jin Chenbo, and An Zixun are all like this!

He suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were deep and impenetrable, and his voice was low and firm, "This king betrayed you and broke the promise I made to you at the beginning. I will give you an explanation."

It was getting late, and there was a cool breeze blowing in the mountains. An Zixun borrowed the torch from the monastery to walk alone.

The folding fan in his hand had long been unrecognizable, but he still forgot that the fingerprints on the folding fan were left by him inadvertently. She carried it with her for three years, but he destroyed it with his own hands in the end.

The carriage behind her was speeding from far to near, and in the middle of the road she was fascinated by the folding fan, she took a step too late to avoid dodging, the driver of the carriage had already swung his whip and flew towards her head and face.

The whip was fast and urgent, even if she managed to avoid it, she couldn't avoid the speeding carriage.An Zixun kicked up the stone vigorously and hit the galloping horse.

The horse was hit by a sudden stone and became thin and frightened. Suddenly, its front hooves leaped into the air and neighed. The driver did not expect that the horse would be like this. The long whip in his hand missed the head, and hit An Zixun's side in the air. He was in a hurry. Pulling the reins tightly, he desperately stopped the bumping carriage.

(End of this chapter)