Xiangmen Concubine: The Emperor's Abandoned Concubine

Chapter 465
Half asleep, half awake, half awake, half dreaming.

The afternoon sun slanted in from the window edge, sprinkled on the ground, some fell on the bed, and cast thin specks of light on Ruan Mianmian's slightly swollen cheeks.

There was someone next to the bed, she knew it.

She thought she was still in a dream, but she knew very well that the sunshine in the dream was not that warm.

Do you continue to immerse yourself in your dreams looking for occasional warmth, or face desolation after waking up?

Frowning tightly, her pale face showed her inner struggle.His fingers curled up slightly, feeling something was being held in his palm.

She thought about who the person next to her was, and couldn't help feeling angry.Almost without thinking about it, the silver needle on the cuff has reached the palm.

The wrist was suddenly seized, Ruan Mianmian suddenly opened his eyes, turned around, restrained the wrist, quickly retracted the silver needle, and kicked the lower body of the man beside him.

"Wu love!"

A low and troubled voice, with a bit of pity.

Ruan Mianmian froze for a moment, paused slightly on her half-upright body, and swung her elbow at the man who was approaching him without hesitation.

The man suddenly let go of his hand, and at the same time opened the entire empty door wide.Ruan Mianmian was surprised again, and retracted the hand on the chest of the figure in front of her.

Xi Bi wouldn't open the door wide open and wait for her to strike, but since she opened her eyes, she never looked at the man's cheek.

Seeing this, his body shook suddenly.

Feng Jiuyou looked at her so vigilant even in half-awake and half-dream, and shot without seeing people clearly, and couldn't help wondering what she had gone through.

He stood beside the bed, quietly looking at her with a dull expression: "Wu Ai, it's me, I'm Jiuyou."

"I am Jiuyou, Wu Ai."

Gentle, tactful, pitiful, distressed...

She naturally knew that the man in front of her was Feng Jiuyou, could it be that she was dreaming again?Closing her eyes, Ruan Mianmian did not look at the person in front of her, but at the sky outside the window.

The blue sky is like washing, with floating clouds.

As the sun sets, the afterglow dyes the blue sky a little bit golden, and the swaying leaves dance with the wind, a little bit of gold and emerald, and the elegance is infinite.

If he is still dreaming at this moment, then this dream is a bit too real and realistic than the usual dreams.

She withdrew her gaze little by little, and her eyes slowly fell on Feng Jiuyou's face standing behind the door.Outside the window, the greenery is verdant and the flowers are blooming like brocades.

He looked haggard and dusty, but there was infinite affection in those pitch-black peach eyes.Like a pair of eyes separated by clouds, through thousands of mountains and rivers, slowly falling on her body.

His cheeks were slightly pale, and no matter how hard he tried to act as if nothing had happened, he still couldn't hide the tiredness and vicissitudes of life on his face.

It's only been a few months, just a few months, how... has he become so vicissitudes.

Her eyes became hot, and she would rather believe that this was a dream again.Feng Jiuyou has always been lazy, flamboyant and charming.

How could the haggard man in front of him be him?

But at the bottom of her heart, against her wish, she wondered whether this was a dream or not, and whether it was real.The sun is warm, and the floating clouds are clear and shallow. In such a reality, is he really by her side?

Ruan Mianmian couldn't believe her eyes, the silver needle on her wrist fell into her palm little by little, and then darkened it hard without hesitation.

"Hiss..." Ruan Mianmian gasped in pain and gasped.

The crimson figure flashed in front of her, and Feng Jiuyou had already arrived in front of her.He clasped her wrist and raised her little hand, looking at the silver needle still piercing his palm, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Wu Ai, what are you doing?" The voice was painful, and the hand that was holding her hand was ruthlessly exerting force.

Feeling the pain in her palms and wrists, Ruan Mianmian didn't cry, and slowly endured the soreness in her eyes, she smiled lightly, and then gently threw herself into his arms.

"Jiuyou, so this time, it's not a dream!"

Feng Jiuyou, who was holding her soft body, trembled suddenly, and with a wave of his big hand, he took out the silver needle in her palm, lowered his head, and quickly kissed the needle hole in her palm.

There was a faint smell of blood on his lips. He closed his eyes gently, and the tip of his tongue brushed against her palm. His slender eyelashes trembled slightly, just like his heart at the moment.

Holding her in his arms, it took him a long time to hear his dull voice: "Fool, how can it be a dream every time?"

Ruan Mianmian smiled softly, her voice was sweet and soft: "How could it not be a dream? Since I arrived in Mo Yuecheng, I have been dreaming every night, and I can dream of you every day."

"Every time I am very happy, I think I really saw you, but every time I just touch the corner of your clothes, you turn into a cloud and disappear."

She held onto his sleeve tightly, and gently rubbed her cheek against his chest, with a low voice, very happy: "Fortunately, this time it's not a dream."

As if remembering something, Ruan Mianmian suddenly withdrew from his arms.

Feng Jiuyou was surprised, she quickly took his hand to check, and then quickly looked him over, until she was sure that there was no injury, she was a little relieved.

"I dreamed yesterday... what I saw was you, right?" Looking at him, she asked confidently.

Pulling her into his arms, he hugged her and sat down on the side of the bed. While pulling back her skirt, he said softly, "Who is it?"

She thought about how she thought it was a dream yesterday and told him not to approach her.His face was pained, and his eyes were full of bitterness.

"Hey, sit down, I'll re-bandage your wound." When he spoke, he had already pulled half of her skirt open.

Ruan Mianmian was startled suddenly, thinking of her current situation, she quickly stretched out her hand to grab the clothes, and instantly pulled up the hem that he had opened.

There are still some scars on her body that he can't see, and what he doesn't want him to see is her swollen skin.

He put his hand on her shoulder, frowned tightly, and looked at her deeply: "Wu Ai, be obedient."

She held his hand stubbornly, she is not fully recovered yet, don't be seen by him.

With dim eyes, Feng Jiuyou raised her eyebrows: "Are you sure you don't want to let go?"

Ruan Mianmian nodded without hesitation: "I know my injury better, so I'll do it."

Those scars on her body, and those bruises, even she didn't want to see them, let alone let Feng Jiuyou see them?

Pursing her lips, with a slight movement of her hands, the clothes on her shoulders turned into some fragments, revealing her bruised, purple, red and swollen skin.

Ruan Mianmian exclaimed, and wanted to cover her skin with the quilt as soon as she moved.Feng Jiuyou increased her strength and held her tightly in her arms.

"Wu Ai, you are injured, don't move around."

Looking at the wound on her shoulder that was slowly oozing blood, Feng Jiuyou frowned.Suddenly he remembered the three deep scars on her shoulders when he picked her up in the mountain wall.

I wanted to go to the top of the cliff, but if I did that, it would definitely make Xixi suspicious.She could grit her teeth and endure these months of separation and such an identity, why could he not hold back for a moment?
But even so, his nails still involuntarily sank into the flesh of his palm, leaving bloodstains.

Ruan Mianmian lowered her head and didn't want to look into his eyes, didn't want to see the distress and self-blame in his eyes: "If you let me go, I won't move."

Suddenly, her eyes fell on his hand clasping her wrist, and she noticed the deep marks on it, and there were traces of blood, her pupils suddenly widened.

"What's going on with you?" With a twist of her wrist, she turned her back on the guest, grabbed Feng Jiuyou's palm, and looked carefully.

Her complexion changed slightly, Feng Jiuyou pulled her hand back with a little force, and at the same time pressed her arm with one hand: "It's okay, compared to your injuries, this little flesh injury is nothing."

She is really distressed, she is very aware of that kind of injury.It's a flesh wound, but under what circumstances would a person sink his nails into his palm with such force?

With just one glance, one could see how deep the nails sank.At this moment, those marks were still slightly turned over, revealing the red and swollen flesh inside.

Blinking her eyes, she tried her best to hold back the tears in her eyes, smiled and looked into his eyes: "Don't do this again in the future, if you really can't bear it, just kill him!"

She thought that the person next to the bed was Xizu, so when she was confused, her first reaction was to do it directly regardless of her identity.

A glimmer of light flashed across her eyes, Feng Jiuyou leaned over, gently lifted her chin, and kissed her slightly pale lips.

Gently, lightly, like little snowflakes falling from the sky, the surprise and trembling between touches, like snowflakes falling to the ground and melting instantly.

Gently hugging her, Feng Jiuyou kissed her carefully, touching her lips little by little, kissing her beauty with the tip of her tongue.

"There will be no next time, if there is, I will definitely not bear it!"

No one closed their eyes, from each other's eyes, they saw each other's shadow.

Gently prying open her white teeth, he took his time and made her feel his love with his kisses.

He thought, what kind of suffering has she suffered that made her dare not even believe her own dreams?
He thought, what kind of pain did she experience, that she could prick his palm with a silver needle?

He thought, what kind of medicine was given to her to turn her into the notorious Junyin of the Junfu?
She was originally beautiful and magnificent.

When I woke up, I was surrounded by strangers.

Without him, without Xiao Jiujiu, without Fengtian Dynasty, she was alone in Moyue City of Xiliu Kingdom, trying her best to get back to him.

His face was destroyed, his identity was changed, and his light body became unbearably bulky.

How is she feeling, enduring all this?
Yu Qing said that most of her chronic diseases have been cured, and her life is not in danger for the time being.But if she wanted to get rid of her old illness, how much pain would she have to suffer?And that drug can erase her memory.

And what kind of persistence kept her from forgetting him deeply in her mind?
A person like Xizu, trying to make her forget him, how could he let her go so easily?

She would rather prick her own palm with a silver needle, wanting to judge whether everything in the foreword is an illusion or reality.It can be seen that because of such a dream, she wakes up again and again and is disappointed again and again, how sad must it be?

A tear slowly overflowed from the corner of his eyes, and he hugged her tightly into his arms. The veins on the back of his hands were exposed, his body was trembling slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)