Abandoned Women: The First Secret Service Concubine

Chapter 202 Confession and Kiss

I only heard the man continue: "The shopkeeper of Fengxu Pavilion is a 16-year-old woman, not only in charge of business, but also in charge of embroidery. And she has two sisters who look like her, and they are of the same sibling. Three children. In our Huangsha Town, they have long been famous. Among the group of people just now, there are three young women who are exactly the same, and they must be from Fengxu Pavilion, no doubt!"

"Okay, okay!" The eyes of the woman surnamed Qian flashed, and a hint of malice appeared on her expression: "I heard that Fengxu Pavilion is trying to rob business from our Qiutang Garden? Hmph, let her rob this time!"

Upstairs in the private seat, Murong Xi'er had just teased Doudou, and when she turned to talk to Feng Yao, she saw Feng Yao looking out the window with dazed eyes, she couldn't help but look curiously.

The location here is very high, so you can see far.I saw a young man in plain clothes standing in a narrow and dark alley outside the bustling street.He is tall and tall, standing with his hands behind his back.There is a silver-white mask on the face, without decorations, and it looks a little desolate.

And Feng Yao's eyes fell on him.

"Ayao?" Murong Xi'er touched her.

Feng Yao came back to her senses and looked at Murong Xi'er: "Huh?"

"That person is the Emperor's Uncle?" Murong Xi'er pointed to the figure standing in the alley outside, a little surprised.

Feng Yao cast her eyes out of the window again, and saw Murong Yu still standing there in the dark and narrow alley.His gaze was looking towards this side. He didn't know how long he had been here, as if he had always been there, as if he would never leave.

"Well, it's him." Feng Yao couldn't help but sighed.I thought he was angry and refused to see her these days.Unexpectedly, he came out today, and he was dressed like this.

He faintly understood Murong Yu's intention in his heart.After thinking for a while, Feng Yao stood up, grabbed the butterfly mask painted with blue lacquer that she bought at a street stall just now, and said, "I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back in a while." Saying that, she put the mask on, got up and went upstairs go down.

The night of the Osmanthus Festival is the most lively.The people on the street were crowded with people, laughing and shouting non-stop, so that the lights bumped all around were flickering and shaking.

In a narrow alley just outside the main street, because the light cannot come in, it looks dark and quiet, and it is incompatible with the bustling street, as if it is another world.

Murong Yu stood in the depths of the alley, his face was covered by a silver mask, only revealing a pair of deep eyes, quietly and calmly, watching the slender figure squeezed from the crowd.

The figure was just like him, with a mask on his face.The difference was that the mask was only half in shape, like a butterfly flying with wings, covering his favorite pair of dark eyes.Only the upturned nose bridge and soft lips are exposed.The white and lustrous skin was illuminated by the staggered lights from all around, and it became more radiant and soft, like an egg with its shell peeled off, or like the most delicate and smooth porcelain.

Murong Yu stood in the depths of the alley with his hands behind his back, waiting for the slender figure to approach.

Finally, Feng Yao struggled to get out of the crowded crowd on the street, and couldn't help taking a big breath.Without the crowd, the wind blowing from the side of the street was a bit cool, making Feng Yao, who was sweating a little, couldn't help but feel a little chilly.

Looking at the tall figure standing quietly in the depths of the alley, she raised her hand and touched the face, only to feel that the mask was squeezed a little crooked in the crowd just now, so she straightened it up.Then he collected himself and walked deep into the alley.

All the hustle and bustle was left behind by Feng Yao.She walked into the quiet and dark alley, going deeper and deeper.It disturbed the sleeping wind, and as she walked in, they all flew out of her side with a whoosh.

Finally, when Feng Yao stood in front of Murong Yu, all the whistling wind had flown away, leaving only the cool autumn atmosphere and deep silence.It was so quiet that even the beating of the heart and the beating of the pulse in the ears could be heard.

Feng Yao raised her head slightly, looking at the silver mask looming in the darkness, she wanted to open her mouth, but looking at those deep eyes, she became slightly nervous for some reason.

At this moment, the speeches that were originally prepared were all fragilely smashed into pieces.At this moment, my heart was blank, and I couldn't say anything.

Feng Yao regained her composure, and finally said: "Shall we celebrate the festival together? There is a lot of excitement over there. Just now, Cai Xi'er won seven lanterns, which is very beautiful. Doudou is also here, very happy. If you come together, He must be very happy."

Murong Yu just asked, "Who are you?"

who are you?In what capacity are you standing in front of me?

who are you?In what capacity are you inviting me?

What is the origin of the person I once protected?
What is the real face of the smart and cunning woman I admire?
Even, who are you, why should my son call you mother?
These three simple words have countless meanings.Therefore, Feng Yao was choked by the question for a moment, opened her mouth to answer, but found it was difficult.

She sighed slightly in her heart, this man didn't rub the sand in his eyes at all.It's all right if he doesn't ask, as long as he has doubts and is determined to find out, then he can't be fooled.He just said: "I am me, Feng Yao."

She is nobody, she is herself.It used to be Fengyao, it is Fengyao now, and it will still be Fengyao in the future.As always, never changed, the man he knew in his heart.

However, Murong Yu was not satisfied with this answer. He remembered a name in his heart, which made him jealous and couldn't let go of it: "Who is it from?"

Feng Yao couldn't help but feel a pause in her heart, even though it had been a long time, even if she came back from the dead, even though she had experienced many other things, when she heard this name again in a sober and rational situation, she still couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in her heart.

She no longer looked up at him, but slightly turned her head away, looked aside, and replied softly, "He killed me."

When Murong Yu heard this, he couldn't help opening his eyes slightly, extremely astonished.He originally thought that her answer would be different, but he didn't expect it to be so?
I only heard Feng Yao sighed softly, her voice was a little erratic, although it was as cold as ever, but the cold and hard tone was just a shell, which was mixed with fragile weakness: "I came from a far away place, Killed by someone who once trusted him so much."

At this point, almost everything is clear.

Murong Yu is not an ordinary person, he doesn't need Feng Yao's word-for-word explanation.Because he began to doubt a long time ago, and even already had the answer in his heart.

The reason why Feng Yao had to say it herself was actually more because she said the name "Congzhi" in a lingering tone when she was asleep.

But now, after listening to Feng Yao's answer, combined with Feng Yao's refusal to respond to him all this time, until today when he came forward to protect her in the palace, she took the initiative to hold his hand. What else does Murong Yu not understand? ?
So he raised his hand to take off the mask, stuffed it into his bosom, revealing that handsome and noble face, like a banished fairy's face: "So that's how it is."

Although she has seen it many times before, Feng Yao still couldn't help feeling a little lost when she first saw this handsome and graceful face.He lowered his head and took off his own mask, but instead of stuffing it into his arms, he carried it in his hand.

"Then what am I to you?" Murong Yu asked, looking down at the woman in front of him.

Because the heart knot has been removed and the mask has been taken off, the tone of the speech at this moment is actually a bit sad and coquettish.

A smile welled up in Feng Yao's eyes, and she replied, "Boyfriend and boyfriend."

"Boyfriend and boyfriend?" Murong Yu couldn't help frowning, "Is it just friends?"

His handsome and graceful face, because of this trace of dissatisfaction and a bit of coquettish taste, it looks very cute.

Feng Yao almost didn't laugh out loud, so she raised her eyes, tilted her head slightly and said: "In my past, if a single man and woman admired each other, they would be boyfriend and girlfriend first. If they get along well, they are willing to spend the rest of their lives together. If you don't give up your blessings, you will go one step further and become a husband and wife."

"Then what does 'Cong Zhi' have to do with you?" A thought flashed in Murong Yu's mind, and he blurted out the question instantly.When she saw Feng Yao's complexion changed slightly, and the ease and smile that had just risen immediately disappeared, she couldn't help being a little annoyed.

He has always been known for his calmness and forbearance, but whenever he faces her, he often loses his self-control.It is very inappropriate to ask such a question at such a time, because whether it is that bastard named "Congzhi" who killed Yao'er, or whether they are now separated from each other, it means that they have no fate anymore.In Feng Yao's heart, there is absolutely no place for him.

However, since the question was asked, I simply asked.In short, if he doesn't ask clearly, he will never be able to relax in his heart.Therefore, Murong Yu pursed his lips and did not apologize for the impulsiveness just now, but just stared at her with his head down.

Feng Yao whispered: "We used to be husband and wife."

Saying this sentence made her feel as if a needle had been pricked in her heart.Whether it was the wrong payment out of true love, or blindly mistaking the wolf for a little sheep, she couldn't forgive herself.

Suddenly, there was only a crisp "click" sound coming from the hand, followed by a "ding" sound.It turned out that Feng Yao had unknowingly squeezed her hands tightly, and broke the mask in her hands.

After thinking about it, Feng Yao bent down and picked up the broken mask.Looking down at the blue butterfly wing mask chosen by the stamen for her, she saw that in the dark alley, it was difficult for light to penetrate, and only faint light spots jumped on the mask.The broken marks are uneven, and there is no reason for them to be round again.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed softly: "He is my enemy, he played with me between applause, I was confused by him, I was blind. Now I have nothing to him."

The reason why Feng Yao felt strange when she heard Shen Congzhi's name was because she refused to forgive her once blind self.For Shen Congzhi, he has no affection anymore.

However, there is no hatred.Feng Yao can afford to love her, and she can also let her go.She loved him and got a response from him, and she was satisfied at that time.After thinking about it, he said again: "If we can meet again, I must have only one thought, and that is to kill him for revenge."

After a long time, Feng Yao has already figured out that Shen Congzhi can only be a colleague, and a higher level existence than her.She was not wronged when she lost at his hands.After all, if you want to kill someone, playing emotional scenes is a very common method.For example, best friend Chu Rouran, because she is bright and beautiful, this trick is the most commonly used.

The only thing that puzzled Feng Yao was why did Shen Congzhi play with her for so long?Like Chu Rouran, the longest period was only three months.Unable to figure it out, he simply gave up thinking about it, so he raised his head and said to Murong Yu: "I lost at his hands, but I also won, because I have now. What used to be to me is just a matter of my previous life, and I won't remember it anymore. I'm just Feng Yao, I just want to live a good life in the future."

(End of this chapter)