Daughter of a High Sect: Abandoned Concubine Reborn

Chapter 78 Zhao Jingyi

But now, when she heard that he proposed marriage to Ouyang Luojie, she no longer cared.Don't care who the deep affection in his eyes is for, don't care who is holding his smile, don't care whose shadow is in his arms.

In this life, his love has nothing to do with her, what is there is only endless hatred.

In this life, she will be his retribution.

She stopped what she was doing and looked at Yingjie, but the words were not meant for her, she murmured softly, "Xuanyuan Jue?????? We will see you again soon." There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth as always meaning.

Her voice is very soft, like a whisper between lovers, but when you pay attention to the smile on her mouth, you will find that there is no tenderness in her eyes, only eerie and weird.

This is the end of summer, and the weather is still hot and dry, but listening to Yingjie's words, a prudent chill hit her heart.Yingjie was puzzled, the master knew the fourth prince?What kind of past is there between them?Why did the master have such a strange expression when he mentioned his name?

At that time, Ouyang Feixue's eyes were looking at one place faintly, her thoughts drifted far, far away, and the smile on the corner of her lips made people unable to guess or understand.

On that stormy and thunderous night, her desperate, heart-piercing pleading, his indifferent and indifferent expression, that cruel every word??????? Her eyes were like a thousand years of ice, which could not be melted. I can't retreat, just like the painful past that has settled in my heart, like a shadow.

Since he loves Ouyang Luojie so much, in this life, if she fulfills them, they will sink into hell together with that love.

Second day

Xuanyuan Jue did what he said, and the betrothal gifts sent early in the morning were not lacking in gold and silver.Come to think of it, it might be too vulgar to bring gold and silver to propose marriage, but in the current situation of the Xiangfu, only these things are useful, and it is useless for rare treasures that cannot be sold.

Looking at the golden gold and silver in the box, Ouyang Jinxuan's eyes widened. He didn't expect Xuanyuan Jue to be so generous.

The guards who came to deliver the dowry put down their things and left, but Xuanyuanjue, the proposer, did not show up.

With the last time the warehouse was stolen, this time he was extra careful and hid all the life-saving gold and silver in the secret room himself.

Weifu
During this period of time, without Ouyang Feixue's orders, the members of the Wei family were busy with their own affairs.Fu Xiangfu, the loss of Xiangfu is not small, and the silk factory lowered the price a lot, which caused the silk factory to suffer a lot of losses.But they all try their best to minimize the loss.

Although Wei Tianzheng hated Ouyang Jinxuan, he was not to the point of being overwhelmed by hatred. The deceased was already dead, and the entire Wei family still had a long way to go. Protect the family from injustice.He just tried his best to make Ouyang Jinxuan pay the price.

Today, the shopkeeper of the silk shop came to tell him that Xiangfu's silk shop had closed.

As expected, he said with a faint smile, "In two days, we can resume the normal operation of the silk shop."

His face was already torn, and he didn't have to pretend to be innocent in front of Ouyang Jinxuan. Now that the silk shop of the Prime Minister's Mansion has been destroyed, restoring the original price as soon as possible can avoid unnecessary losses earlier.

As a businessman, being able to calculate is a necessary quality, if not for this, how could Wei Ji grow so strong today.

He flipped through the account books of the restaurant in his hand. The business these days was very good, which just made up for the loss in the silk shop.

In his spare time, a slim figure in fluttering white clothes will always appear in front of his eyes. He always feels that Ye Qingcheng is familiar to him. Sometimes she is as bright as stars, and sometimes her eyes are weak and icy, smiling or sad , always lingering in his mind, coincided with a vague face in his memory.

Sometimes, he would feel that Ye Qingcheng hated Ouyang Jinxuan more than he did.It's just that he doesn't understand, what kind of festival or hatred is there between them?
It was night, the breeze was slightly cool, the water was slightly agitated, Ouyang Feixue lay on the bed for a long time without sleep, the world was silent, only her peaceful breathing and heartbeat thump-thump--

Infected by the night, shrouded in silence, the jade flute sings softly, breaking the slightly sad residual night, telling several degrees of melancholy and sadness, the ethereal melody, lingering in front of and behind the house for a long time without receding, every note, Gently beating Ouyang Feixue's heart.

It's just that the sound of the flute seems to be later than before.

She got up, simply put on a coat and got out of bed.She moved very lightly, afraid of disturbing Yingjie and Yingyue next door.

These nights, before she lay down, she could always hear the flute.At the beginning, she only said that maybe someone was just like her, who couldn't fall asleep in the middle of the night with a full heart.

It's just been a long time, and she has a feeling that the person who blows the flute is playing it for her on purpose.These few nights have been the best nights she has slept since she was reborn. Listening to the light and melodious melody, she will feel at ease. She even has an illusion that perhaps, she has never been fighting alone, and there are relatives beside her. friend--

Wei Mansion is an independent house, there is no one in front of or behind the house, and her two uncles are not arty people, so where does the sound of the flute come from?She was a little curious.

Outside the house, by the moonlight, she saw the sparkling water surface, the slight ripples of the water waves washed the lead splendor sprinkled by the moonlight, and the bright crescent moon was reflected in the water waves, which looked like the pale flowers blooming in the water waves. The yellow flowers echo with the water plants and green leaves in the lake, giving it an elegant beauty.

Except for the moonlight, the courtyard was dark and seemed a little lonely.

She searched for the place where the sound of the flute came from, and walked slowly towards the small arch bridge. When she got on the bridge, she saw the hazy outline of the small pavilion on the other side, and a slender figure could be vaguely seen on one side of the small pavilion.

Looking closely, it was not difficult to tell that it was the back of a man. He was dressed in a moon-white robe, leaving only a slender back for her.

And the sound of the flute came from here.

Ouyang Feixue looked at the figure suspiciously, and slowly approached.Is he the one playing the flute at night?

The strange thing is that every time she takes a step, her heart beats violently, she seems a little nervous, her palms are slightly sweaty, but there is an inexplicable expectation in her eyes.

The man seemed to have noticed the movement behind him, he turned around suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, leaving only Ouyang Feixue who had a look of astonishment and hadn't recovered yet.

Seeing the person coming, the man smiled slowly, with a face as handsome as a knife, and eyes as dazzling as stars, but those slender eyes shone with a kind of light called gentleness.

Ouyang Feixue frowned, "It's you?"

The man was slightly surprised, and asked, "Do you know the girl?"

Ouyang Feixue squinted her eyes. Yes, she knew him. He was Dajin's fifth prince—Xuanyuan Jingyi, the man in folklore who was elegant and refined, uncontested, and had the most beautiful smile in the world.

Ouyang Feixue collected her expression, and said, "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." Xuanyuan Jingyi didn't seem to believe it, and looked at her fixedly, but those deep eyes were bottomless, and finally he gave up on prying, because he Can't see through.

His voice was beautiful, and it floated into Ouyang Feixue's ears, like a gust of breeze from a distant mountain, refreshing.He said, "My name is Zhao Jingyi, dare I ask the girl's name?"

Hearing this, Ouyang Feixue looked at him with a slight smile in her eyes, Zhao Jingyi?She looked at him amusedly, since she didn't want to tell her his real identity, why did she report her name.

However, it seems that he is not wrong to call himself Zhao Jingyi. Xuanyuan's surname is also Zhao in the Xuanyuan family's surname, just like Zhao Ran'er, who was originally Xuanyuan Ran'er. According to the rules, the surname is Zhao outside and Xuanyuan inside.

Ouyang Feixue closed her eyes, nodded slightly and said, "Ye Qingcheng."

(End of this chapter)