The fourth master's favorite concubine

Chapter 429 Chapter 429 Unspeakable Pain

"Miss, let's rest earlier." The one who spoke was Ling'er, a carefully selected girl from Hatu Palace.

Long, with delicate features and a pretty face, and a graceful figure, there is a dimple on the left cheek when she smiles, she looks cute and smart, and she is also smart and quick in doing things, Yi Jin also likes seeing it.

"Miss, go to bed early. I heard that she will sleep in this inn overnight, and she will get up early tomorrow. Miss Shu'er likes the Seventeenth Prince, and even the wedding date is set in a hurry, which hinders the young lady on her way." As she spoke, she blew on the oil lamp, and then After tidying the bed for Yi Jin, Yi Jin nodded and stood up seeing that he was indeed an orderly person.

She still doesn't want to rest at this moment, Master Thirteen has been following the sedan chair for a day today, and she wants to go and have a look at it now.

"It's okay, I'm not very sleepy at the moment, Linger, I have some things to do, so I will go back as soon as I go."

Seeing this, Ling'er bowed respectfully and said: "Miss, let the servant accompany you. The lady is a beautiful girl, and everyone will watch her words and deeds. It is also good for the servant to cover her tongue."

As Ling'er said, she put down the work in her hand and stepped forward to mix Yijin.Yi Jin smiled, she just wanted to take a look, she wouldn't go in.

"If you want to follow, then follow."

The moonlight was hazy, and the moonlight shone brightly in front of the stone steps of the inn. There were three apricot trees planted beside the stone steps, and two orioles perched on the trees. They were so quiet that there was no sound of singing.

When the breeze blew by, one of them shook its wings and patted down a lot of apricot blossoms.

In an instant, the rain of apricot blossoms was extremely bright.

She turned to look at the window on the left, where the third apricot tree came in by the window and the door.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute sounded in the quiet night.She walked lightly towards the sound of the flute.

She closed her eyes and secretly smiled, his flute sound was always so clear and pleasant, and there was a bit of regret in the lively tune.The pain of parting people, the helplessness of not being able to miss each other.

Listening to a few voices, under the snickering eyes flashed an ungraspable fleeting moment, why did she hear those few traces of regret.How could the piano sound during this period be something I could snoop on.

I don't know what urged me to stop, but I just quietly stared at the room by the window without moving.

Under the crescent moon in the sky, a few strands of hazy silver light told the story of her and him not being able to consummate.

Who said that love is deep without regret, who said that life and death depend on each other, who said that this life is shared, who said that the sea is dry and the stone is rotten?
That was the previous life, and now he is close at hand, but she dare not go forward.Swallowing the bitter grains, no matter the previous life or the present, she and him are like the crescent moon in the sky, whether it is the first quarter moon or the last quarter moon, when it is most colorful, there is only half of it.

"Miss, this servant is going to knock on the door!"

She stretched out her hand and stopped in the distance. After a long time, she wanted to give up. She said, "No, let's go back and rest. We have to hurry tomorrow."

The music was about to end at the end, the sound of the flute lingered, and there was a leisurely silence. The Thirteenth Master looked at the motionless door, and the invisible but engraved back was an indescribable pain.

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The fourth master in the Hall of Mental Cultivation looked at the old mother from Yonghezhai with cold eyes, put down the memorial in his hand and got up and asked, "Why don't you eat or sleep?"

The old mama really had no choice but to shake her head and said: "Si elder brother is very stubborn, saying that he would rather starve to death than eat if he didn't see his mother, this servant really has no choice."

"Stubborn, a group of dog slaves, who can't serve you well, Si elder brother, let alone say that a three-year-old child is stubborn, and can't think of any way to appease him. Don't blame me for not thinking of your hard work and throwing it into the hard worker's library."

(End of this chapter)