Forced to marry as a concubine: the prince is too presumptuous

Chapter 121 Damn
"He asked you to bathe me?"

"Yes, the lord also ordered the small kitchen to prepare Laba porridge. He also said that I would serve the lady to eat after she took a bath. Miss, the lord is very worried about you."

"Where did he go?" He left when he was done, and gave others the illusion that he cared about her, Yan Mo, he really deserved to die.

"The lord said that today is the memorial day for Concubine Mei, so he went to pay homage to Concubine Mei. He asked the lady not to wait for him, and told the lady to go to bed first. He will come back very late."

"Hehehe, okay." You really know how to pretend, after hurting her, he left so calmly, and left others to show that he treats her well, Yan Mo is really hypocritical.

"Miss, let me help you get up and take a bath." Seeing that Ximo's mood seemed to be calm, Zhixia said tentatively.

She didn't want others to touch her, "No, I can do it by myself, you go out, I'll call you when I'm done washing, and also, change all the quilts and quilts on the bed, I don't want these anymore, take them out and burn them. "She hates the smell left by Yanmo, it would be nice if the air could burn too.

The whole person got into the bathtub. While washing her body, Zhixia had obediently changed all the quilts on the bed. Seeing her rushing in and out, Ximo couldn't help but feel sad. Now, why even one can There are no people who talk about psychology. She is a failure in life.

But her world is only so big, and there are only so many people in contact with, sighing, she really doesn't want to.

The water in the tub quickly turned light red, it was Yan Mo's blood, bathing in his bloody smell made her suddenly feel comfortable, he should bleed more.

After washing, the tiredness of the whole body faded away, but the night was already very deep.

The thick porridge was served, and Zhixia served her personally, sitting at the small dining table and eating the porridge, just like every day in the past, if she could forget everything, it would be great, laughing at herself, Yan Mo said she was cheap, but she really wasn't.

On the contrary, he possesses her body and plays with her body again and again, he is cheap.After eating bowl after bowl, she was really hungry. She went to see plum blossoms during the day. When she thought of plum blossoms, she unconsciously glanced at the vase on the table beside her. The purple plum blossoms were in full bloom. Beauty is so pure.

Who wouldn't like purity, but her body was no longer pure.

Watching silently, she thought of Niangqin, Fengchenju's top card, Niangqin, she must also be the woman who is unwilling to give up everything.

But fate may have come to her mother just like her own, even if she is unwilling, she can only be the top card of Fengchenju.

She wants to go to Fengchenju, and wants to go there to find out everything about her mother, even if she only knows a little story about her mother.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, she said to Zhixia: "Zhixia, go and get my qin." She hasn't played the qin in Lanfu for a long time, the strings must be loose, she needs to tune the strings carefully , Play a few more pieces, only piano music can soothe my disordered mood.

Qin is here, and it was given to her by Xie Qingyi when she was very young. In fact, Xie Qingyi treated her pretty well and did everything a mother should do.

However, thinking about it now, there is something missing between her and Xie Qingyi.

There is a feeling of family affection that no one can replace.

Fingers fell, the piano sounded, and the long-lost piano music came to her heart. The beauty made her forget everything for a while. No matter what happened, as long as her heart was clean, she had never been ashamed of anyone.

"Miss, it's snowing." Along with the sound of the piano came Zhixia's excited voice, but her fingers didn't stop, playing the piano, listening to Xueluo's voice, the night was so beautiful that she wanted to wander in it, However, if it was after the piano music, she didn't want to miss such a quiet beauty.

While concentrating her mind, a weeping Xiao sound suddenly sounded outside the window, which merged with her piano sound once again.

She remembered the sound of Xiao, it was the sound of Xiao playing with her qin in Prince Xiaoyao's Mansion, although no one saw Xiao, but the technique of blowing it off was exactly the same, just hearing it, she was absolutely sure.

I really want to rush out to see who it is, but she prefers to listen to the music that is one with her qin and Xiao, it is so beautiful, like a perfect chord, the treble and bass are in perfect harmony.

There was Xueluo's silence in her ears, and her heart was so quiet. Xiao's voice was playing against her qin like the sounds of nature. Ximo didn't know how long she played, but she only heard Xia say: "Miss, look, It's almost three o'clock, and the person who blows it up has gone to sleep."

It was only then that Ximo realized that the Xiao Sheng had stopped, and only her piano was still playing in the quiet night. Suddenly, she felt lonely, and she actually liked the harmony of the Xiao Sheng. There was a feeling that her lips and teeth depended on each other, as if she was relying on her, but when Xiao Sheng stopped, everything went away.

Pointing out, after playing the last piece, Ximo stood up leisurely and put on a cloak. She was going to see the snow. There were also green pines in the back garden of the Lan Mansion. Those green pines that were proudly green in the snow would be the most beautiful. Every winter, she likes to look at the tree hanging on the green pine tree, the snow is crystal clear, how beautiful it is.

With a lantern, Zhixia accompanied her out. She knew that when it snowed, it was always warmer than when it wasn't snowing. Sure enough, even at night, it was warmer than when I went to see the plum blossoms during the day. It's just that the night has made the air thin and cold.

The snow is like weaving, the sky is like flying flowers, fluttering, and when I stretch out my hand, a snowflake falls into the palm of my hand. The snowflake with six petals, when I look down, it is melting rapidly, turning into a puddle of water in the palm of my hand Inside, it was so clear and cold.

Walking in the snow, she loves this feeling so much, the clothes and hair are covered with snow quietly, and the snow is covering her body gently, but it makes her so happy.

Stop and go, everything in the Lan Mansion is so familiar, it is the scenery she is used to, if Xiyao is here, he will definitely ask her to build a few big snowmen together at this time, and then draw noses and mouths, But he didn't think that his grandfather had gone, and the young Xiyao went to guard the tomb. Things are always changing.

The light of the lantern reflected her shadow slantingly on the snow, so thin and slender, "Miss, go back, it's too late."

She chuckled, "It's not too late." She just has so much time that she doesn't know how to spend it. It would be great if she could walk for one night on such a night, "Zhixia, I want to build a snowman."

"Okay, I'll help the lady build it." Hanging the lantern on the treetop, the two happily built a snowman, just like every time before.

A little snowman, after he piled it up, he drew a nose, a mouth, and eyes on it by himself. This is her, a little person in the world, with his fingertips passing quickly, he also wrote a "foam". 'Word, in this way, it is really her incarnation.

She got up, no matter how she looked, she was cute, but she also had a touch of sadness than in previous years, so she just stayed in the snow and let the snow cover her body, "Zhixia, let's go back."

"Miss, you used to have two piles in one pile, why did you only pile up one pile this year?"

"One is good." She chuckled, Mu Lianfeng was piled up in the past, but now, he is no longer worthy, but she can no longer think of who to pile up, pile up Yanmo, she will not, absolutely not Yes, he is her hatred, because of Yankang, there is really no possibility for her to be with him, she just appreciates Yankang inexplicably, likes his casualness and the sense of freedom he brings to her.

"No, no, one is unlucky, miss, if you are tired, just stand up, and I will pile one up for you, and then we will leave together."

Zhixia refused, and wanted to make one for her, regardless of whether she agreed or not, so she happily piled it up, humming a little folk song while piled up, very happy.

Zhixia's movements were very fast, and a snowman was built in a short while, and then greeted her, "Miss, come and draw his nose, eyes and mouth, it looks like a person."

"Draw it." Ximo said lazily, looking at the snowman without facial features, she imagined the appearance of the snowman inexplicably in her heart.

"No, every time I draw it is ugly, like a clown, miss, you come to draw, you can draw beautifully, like a prince."

It was a casual sentence, but it made Ximo's heart sink. Yan Mo is a prince, and Yan Kang was also a prince when he was not the emperor.

"Miss, come quickly, we will go back when the painting is finished."

Unable to resist Zhixia's repeated pleadings, Ximo had no choice but to walk over and squat down, but she couldn't put her fingers down. She really didn't know who to draw.

"Miss, draw quickly."

Looking at the house in Lanfu, let's draw Xiyao, draw down with your fingertips, and when the painting is finished, at a glance, it really looks like Xiyao. He wrote the word "Yao" on the snowman's body. Only then was it done, "Zhixia, let's go now."

"Well, let's go, the lady's painting really looks like the young master, the truth."

Rosso said, "Let's go."

Stepping on the snow, leaving a series of imprints, gradually walking away, behind the two snowmen, a figure has flashed, and there are more people beside the snowman with the word "Mo". A snowman, there is also a word on the snowman, but Ximo doesn't know that it is a silent protection.

After seeing the snow, it’s still not enough, snow is beautiful, I really don’t want to sleep when I go back to the empty room, it’s better if Yan Mo doesn’t come back, “Zhixia, go to sleep, I’ll read a book for a while, sleep when I’m sleepy gone."

"Okay, then I'll go to sleep." Zhixia said and was about to leave.

"Wait." Suddenly remembered Fengchenju, she really wanted to go and have a look.

"Huh?" Looking back, "Miss, what do you want to do, just tell Zhixia."

(End of this chapter)