The new female concubine's love geometry

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Although the heat was even worse, she didn't struggle, she just lay there deeply and let others slaughter her, until the grotesque long dream ended.

Although it is only a few fragments, the burning temperature under the palm of the butcher in the dream is real, scalding the skin under her scales, the lingering warmth is lingering, and it can't be dissipated no matter what, it disturbs her every time she thinks about it No peace.

At first, she just wanted to use the name of drunkenness to scold her with mixed truths, and vented a little. Even if the matter is over, those complaints that she should have and shouldn't have will never be brought up again. Pass this page as if it never happened.

But it happened to respond to the saying - the plan can't keep up with the change.

But after a few glasses of spirits, the trend became more and more uncontrollable.Xu was drunk, but she accidentally drank too much, thinking that she must not lose control of her emotions, as a result, her eyes were swollen like walnuts, which has not disappeared until now.

"Drinking is wrong, drinking is wrong." She sighed and shook her head.

"Small drinks are fun, but heavy drinking is harmful to the body. Don't let yourself get drunk again."

Feng Suzhen's calm water voice came.

"If you are angry, just lose your temper, and I will never talk back."

She spoke softly, but to the ears of caring people, it was like warm water that had been idle for a long time, with a little bit of coolness and irony, Tianxiang couldn't help but stiffen her back.

"I didn't do anything excessive last night, probably nothing."

Feng Suzhen's hands froze.

"Even if there is, you can't take it to heart."

"Tianxiang, I..."

She put down the cattail fan, turned around and looked into Tianxiang's ignorant eyes, with a look of pity, as if she was about to say something that made Tianxiang look forward to and fear.

Tian Xiang was guilty at first, thinking that she would just pretend to be a fool and get through the test, so she couldn't help but get nervous, grabbed the edge of the case and shrank back, asking, "How?"

"About that time..."

What happened at that time...

"I don't make excuses for myself, it's me..."

"It's okay, it's all over," she interrupted hastily, "I, I'll go to old man Feng's place for a while, you get busy first."

Today, I came to the bamboo house because of old man Feng's stubborn illness. She didn't want to come along, and even a little bit of embarrassment made her feel uncomfortable for a long time, but Feng Suzhen didn't seem to have any intention of letting her go elsewhere.I don't know why I keep her by my side?

In hindsight, she shouldn't have lost her temper in such a way.As far as their current friendship is concerned, only a few complaints are enough, but she burst into tears in front of her without distinction.

It was already impossible to explain clearly, and now she had to listen to Feng Suzhen explaining to herself and apologizing. She was afraid that her skin was not thick enough, so she blurted out an excuse and slipped away, hiding in the study next door.

But it's just a different place to be in a daze, and the scenery outside the window is still the same.

Lin Jingnian, a bystander, was right. From beginning to end, she never really let go. She just gave up, resigned herself to reality, and wrapped herself up with poor acting skills.

After all, it is extremely difficult to let go of a relationship, especially a relationship that cannot wait for a response.

----It's like cultivating a sapling.

You water it every day, cultivate it carefully, hope and hope, and wait day and night for it to grow peaches. The longing for a long time will take root in your heart, and it will grow like a monster. I still have the obsession that maybe it will bear fruit in the next moment, thinking: wait a little longer, as long as I wait a little longer, it will definitely bear fruit.

As everyone knows, no matter how vigorously it grows and how much effort you put in, a camphor tree will never grow peaches.

My previous self was such a naive and stupid person.

But now, she is still watering that tree, but just as a camphor tree, and all other unreasonable thoughts will no longer exist.

She thought a lot, and the sentimentality involved made her feel sad, but there was nothing she could do, no matter how beautiful her fantasies were, she would always be sober.

Will those tears of hers look absurd in Feng Suzhen's eyes?

So what about absurdity? Has she done anything absurd?

Tianxiang remained silent for a long time, and Feng Shaoqing, who was sitting next to him, carefully observed his words, looked embarrassed, hesitated to speak, hesitated a few times, finally opened his lips tremblingly, and called out:

"Princess?"

"Huh?" The latter came back to his senses in shock, "Did you call me?"

"This is..." Feng Shaoqing reached into his bosom, groped for a while, and took out an envelope, "This is the letter my little girl wrote to you, the princess, more than half a year ago, and Caomin secretly kept it."

Tianxiang took it, and she didn't know whether it was the injury on her arm or the pain, or something else, when her fingers touched the warm and rough texture of the paper, she trembled, holding it in her hand, the wind outside the curtain blew in. When it hit her heart, waves surged in her heart, slapping past one after another.

It has not subsided for a long time.

"It's a pity to throw it away. The princess is kind to the little girl. Caomin thinks the princess should take a look."

"Is it?"

The wave rushed up her throat, she swallowed it hard, but she wanted to overflow from her eyes, so she removed her eyes from the beautiful ink, lowered her head and stuffed the envelope into her bosom, sniffed, and smiled , speaking hoarsely.

"Thanks, I'll take a look."

The beautiful shadow on the screen window passed by, it was Feng Suzhen who came over with the medicine, Feng Shaoqing glanced at it, leaned into Tianxiang and whispered:

"You can't let the little girl know, or you should blame me for being troublesome."

Tianxiang nodded in a daze.

Then, Feng Suzhen opened the door and came in, her gaze was burning hot, Tianxiang felt uncomfortable, coughed lightly, got up and walked outside avoiding her shoulder before anyone approached.

"I'll wait for you outside."

The sigh was cut off inside the door, Tianxiang didn't notice it, she sat on the bench outside the door, took out the letter from her bosom, stared at it for a long time but didn't dare to open it.

(two)

Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few branches come out in spring.

May Jun pick more, this thing is the most acacia.

Written on the letterhead was Wang Wei's "Lovesickness".

The handwriting that came into view was neat and clear, written seriously, just like a rubbing model.Tianxiang could imagine how slowly and carefully she wrote, so much so that ink bleeds were left where the words were written.

It's a poem for a friend...

Tianxiang held it in her hand and stared at it for a long time.

With what mood did she write this letter? She didn't know, and she couldn't be clear, since she had decided to throw it away, why did she write it so carefully?

She had never understood that person's thoughts, and never asked about them. She always felt that she shouldn't or was not qualified to ask about those unspeakable secrets.

She is nothing more than a princess who overwhelms her in terms of power, and if she asks her again, she will inevitably appear to be a bully.

Several spring evenings, last night's wind blew relentlessly, and the few hibiscus plants in the courtyard were easily withered, and all the pure white fell, and only the green leaves turned into shades and covered the branches.

Tianxiang looked around.

She just watched indifferently, without saying a word, but she was very sad in her heart, and the reasons for it were layer upon layer, and she couldn't explain clearly.

"There are no flowers in the world that never fade, and there are always twists and turns,"

It is vivid in my mind, and I still remember that year, Zhang Shaomin said this to her.

He brushed his sleeve robe behind him, leaned over to pick up the bright red petals that fell on the bluestone slab, and held them at his fingertips, not looking at the lifeless eyes of the person opposite, and said in a low voice:

"Just this sentimentality, can the princess lose sight of the present and future happiness?"

His words are pearls, and the questions are so fragrant and dumb.

Flowers bloom and fall is a law of nature.As he said, she understood the obvious truth in her heart, but when she saw the withered flowers, she still couldn't help but feel heartbroken.The petals gradually withered and withered, as if they had lost something.