Fengming Emperor Pavilion

Chapter 67
The blizzard continued outside, and Hezhou in the hall and Sishui and Fleeting Years who were serving by Hualou stood quietly outside the screen, and the words of Hualou and Donghua slowly came out from the room.

Donghua looked at the picture building, what was she really thinking at this moment?
The way she thinks about things, she looks more and more like Shen Hualou.

"Why not? You have to ask them, but they have to go underground! This king doesn't know the answer!" After Donghua finished speaking, Hualou burst out laughing.

"If the prince wants to know, it's not difficult, but when you know, it's useless." Hualou also made this joke following Donghua's words.

On weekdays, Donghua seldom chatted with Qianji so easily. Sishui and Fleeting Years were used to it before, but it was the first time like this, and they hadn't gotten used to it yet. It just felt in his heart that the prince seemed to be treating his son If the master is interested, this matter has already made them happy.

"You are the king, do you know? Curse the king." Donghua looked at her and said indifferently.

Hualou looked up at him, and said slowly: "I always thought that the prince is a person who needs to live clearly in everything. This unclear matter will not be settled like this."

"But things are divided. For example, why do you know that extremely quiet place in the palace? This king wants to know more than what I just said."

When Hualou heard it, the chopsticks in her hand froze slightly, and the chopsticks in the bowl held a piece of lettuce. She paused for a moment, then resolutely picked it up, fed it into her mouth, and chewed, there was a crisp and crisp sound.

"The things in the prince's mansion are as good as those in the palace. It's the season, and the bamboo shoots are still so tender. I always like to eat them, so I can eat more." She said something that seemed out of place. , Donghua looked at her, and continued: "It's just a green bamboo shoot. I had it before. I never heard you say that you like it."

"Don't you know, my lord? If you pay attention and care, you will naturally know what she likes to eat, what she doesn't like to eat, what color she likes, what scenery, what kind of things she likes the most, and there are many things that she likes. Tell others the necessary facts, if he wants to know, he will try his best to find out, if you don’t want to know, he may not like it, lord, do you think so?” Hualou is a person who is good at talking, but Qianji is not. yes.

Qianji used to be mostly listening to Donghua, and what he said was what he said, and occasionally refuted, but she still couldn't stand up, so Donghua vetoed it.

But at this moment, Qianji's whole body was full of mouths, and the words she poured out were like soybeans rolling on the ground, only hearing the sound of thumping, but she didn't know where it fell.

Hualou's words kill two birds with one stone. She not only said calmly that Donghua didn't care about her, but also said lightly that she also had her own ideas and practices that Donghua didn't know about.

"Eat food can also attract long-winded remarks from you. After staying in the palace for the past few years, does it mean that this king doesn't care enough for you?" After Donghua finished speaking, Hualou smiled slightly.

"My lord has objections to this statement. As I said, it has nothing to do with what I eat, nor does it have anything to do with caring. What does matter is that besides listening to the lord and learning Miss Shen Si's every frown and smile, I have to learn it. Can you save yourself when you are in trouble?"

Ordinary people say that it is all resentment, but Donghua looked into her clear eyes and could not see any complaints. It is strange to think about it. Generally speaking, the words of complaints are hoped that others will change again, but she seems There was no such meaning, but Donghua felt that there was nothing uncomfortable just listening to her words like this.

Donghua looked at her and said, "The next time something happens to you, I won't ignore you. I have never thought that you are so narrow-minded. You have been worrying about one thing for so long, and you always bring it up."

Hua Lou slowly put down her chopsticks, picked up the celadon bowl on the side, picked up the spoon, and gently poured the soup, which was her favorite three-fresh mushroom soup.

While serving the soup, she smiled and said: "Hua" she said a word, it seemed that she suddenly felt that something was wrong, so she hurriedly changed her words and said: "This soup should be very smooth, do you want to try it, my lord?"

Donghua frowned, then nodded, she picked up Donghua's bowl, and placed a bowl in front of Donghua, at this moment, she looked up at Donghua and said, "The prince must keep his word. "

"When will this king's words be counted?"

Hualou smiled faintly while drinking the soup, unknowingly, the words Donghua wanted to ask had already been skipped by her.

Hualou's mind is a bit heavy, she is in the east wing at this time, her body that has been changed beyond recognition is very close to her at this moment, there is a desire hidden in her heart, that is, she wants to see it.

Want to see what you've become?
She wanted to know, was it still bloody when she opened her eyes and looked at her bloody hands and feet?
She wanted to know, did the fire burn her to a skeleton?
Some people say that the body and the soul are one, then, her soul is here at the moment, why can't she feel what her body feels like?
Could it be that the Shen Hualou brought back by Donghua is not Shen Hualou at all, but someone else?

She was in a daze after thinking about it. Donghua drank the soup, and slowly raised his eyes to see her gaze and expression. The dark eyes became deeper and deeper. The two people facing each other, who I don't know what anyone is thinking.

Donghua thought she was remembering something, and asked aloud: "What are you thinking about? Are you really thinking about when this king's words don't count?"

After hearing Donghua's words, Hualou slowly came back to his senses, looked at Donghua firmly and replied, "Of course I believe what the prince said, but I don't know why, but I have a very bad feeling."

"What premonition?" Donghua asked.

Hualou was silent for a moment and said: "It feels empty, that is, there is no end in sight, and there is no ending."

"No matter what happens, whether it is good or bad, there will always be an ending. How can there be no ending?"

Hualou looked at Donghua, and said after a long time: "My lord is right, no matter whether it is good or bad, there is an ending. I am just worried that the good ones are naturally acceptable, but what about the bad ones? Can the lord accept it?"

Donghua looked at her at this time, the determination and determination in his eyes made his heart skip a beat. She said this in a roundabout way, trying to say what would happen if Shen Hualou could not be saved. Sample!
For a moment, Donghua felt that the Qianji in front of him was no longer the obedient Qianji she used to be, so who is she?
(End of this chapter)