The new female concubine's love geometry

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Singing some words that Feng Suzhen still can't understand clearly----

Who's home in Artemisia?

There is no virtue or fool in gathering souls.

What is Guibo urging?

Human life has to be hesitated.

At the end of a short song, it disperses like winter fog and has no place to find.

"I learned this from an old lady when I was traveling in the Central Plains." Tianxiang turned around and asked her excitedly, "How is it? I can sing well?"

The stars shining brightly in those eyes made her look stunned.

After a long pause, he came back to his senses, and replied with a smile: "It sounds good, it sounds good."

"That's good." She took a few steps to Feng Suzhen's side, took the man's arm with a smile, stepped lightly, and stepped on the road.

"If you say it's ugly, I'll leave you and go down the mountain by myself."

The phoenix tail is dense, and the dragon chant is thin.Zigui's clear neighing sound went straight up to the sky, piercing the sky.

An empty, girl's lotus root-like arm was wrapped in several layers of veil, touching the soft flesh on her waist, a trace of bone, but still extremely soft, as if hiding the flowing water of the Chunjiang River, slightly rippling and full of vitality. , no matter how you search, you can only see the color of spring everywhere, and people are willing to hide it.

Face to face, it seems that even Lin Feng has become a little gentler.

"Tianxiang..."

Before Tianxiang responded, a sudden force urged her to meet the man's embrace.

"Tianxiang..."

The man chanted her name over and over again, and his arms gradually tightened following the call from his ear, and by the way, he pulled out her sanity inch by inch.

She hugged her too tightly, so tight that Tianxiang seemed to be able to feel the ups and downs of that person's body one by one, not letting go of any details.According to the memory of her body, an ambiguous curve flashed into her mind in an instant, and it kept making her fantasize.

"What's wrong..." She asked helplessly.

"Didn't you just ask me what I would like to do in the last three days of my life?"

"Um……"

"I want to say."

After all, before all the heat emitted by that low and hoarse voice dissipated, Feng Suzhen stood a little distance away from her, stood facing her, shackled her upper arms, stared at her with distracted and fiery eyes.

"Tianxiang, I want to tell you."

Tianxiang flusteredly felt the urgency and pain in the man's eyes, as well as other emotions that were unfamiliar to her. She only felt a little dangerous, and couldn't figure out the source, so she had no idea to answer, and could only let the drums beat in her heart. No sound of instigation, not even dodging.

"If there are only three days left in my life..."

The lips fell down.

After a while, what lingered between the lips and teeth was all the soft fragrance of some daughters, pouring into the nostrils, very choking.

The wine jar fell to the ground suddenly, but Tianxiang didn't hear the sound at all.The white light in front of her eyes hurt her eyes and took away the last bit of her sanity.

On the ninth day of April in the third year of Tianqi, Feng Suzhen kissed her in the back mountain of the outskirts of Miaozhou.

The wine jar was swimming down the mountain along a slow slope, but within a few feet away, it knocked on someone's toe.

Feng Shaoqing picked up the jar, glanced at Li Zhaoting's face beside him, and coughed lightly.

Afterwards, the girl pushed the other woman away and fled with Feihong.

Li Zhaoting glanced at the back of the princess walking through the forest, then looked in Feng Suzhen's direction.

But that person just stood there with a calm attitude, smiling at the two of them, no matter how hard he searched, he didn't notice any apology, or a look of embarrassment, only a little embarrassment emerged.

Feng Suzhen strolled over and nodded to him.

Li Zhaoting couldn't be as calm and composed as her, no matter how he pretended, his face was always a little stiff, so he nodded back, tightened the offerings in his hands, passed her shoulder to shoulder, and walked to the grave of Mr. .

Sigh in the world, the fly in the ointment is now believed:

Even if you raise your eyebrows in the same way, in the end it's hard to understand----

A few days ago, when Feng Shaoqing asked Zhao Ting if there was a rift between Su Zhen and Zhao Ting, he read it sadly, saying that it came from Su Zhen's mouth, but he absolutely did not dare to believe it.

Feng Shaoqing is more or less over half a hundred years old, he considers himself old-fashioned, and he is not surprised to see her hugging each other today.

How to say it? Even though he is a father who has always been incompetent, the care and depression of his children cannot be ignored over the years.

"Father, you are here."

Feng Suzhen stepped forward to take the wine jar from Feng Shaoqing, and followed him to a dark place under the shade of a tree.

With his hands behind his back, he was silent for a long time, but finally he didn't say a word, as if there was a lump in his throat, he struggled several times and only sighed dejectedly.

What kind of family happiness, prefers to take things for a long time, extreme joy begets sorrow, in the end a dream, all realms return to nothingness.

In the end, just blame him for his own fault.

"father……"

"You, take care of yourself..."

Feng Suzhen choked, and a burst of bitterness surged up, rushing away her redundant words.

"Let's go, the princess should be in a hurry."

"father……"

"go quickly……"

Over the years, his heart has softened a lot. Even though he no longer had the courage to cut off her affection, at the moment, he really couldn't give him any heartfelt support, so he took advantage of the situation and did nothing, letting her do whatever she wanted without interfering.

In the woods, he watched from a distance, and when he couldn't see his daughter's back at all, he turned around, walked out of the haze, and walked to the grave of the husband not far away, paying his respects carefully.

Chapter 25

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Tianxiang seemed to have another long dream.

In the dream, she saw many people.

The streets were full of turmoil. She saw Li Zhaoting being detained and passing by, the old man who often laughed and was lying stiffly on the stretcher, and old man Feng's strange eyes.

She walked down the deadly long street, through the courthouse, through the woods, and stood in front of two raised graves.When the sun was shining, she toasted a glass of cold wine and sang a funeral lyric, which also wiped away the half-wisp of sorrow from the brow of the man.

The distant melody drifted away to an indistinct and untouchable place, dàngdàng, like the white paper, falling all over the sky, flying to the ground, following the wind, no matter how hard it was, it could not touch the grass and fresh mud, on top of her head , circling around and around.

Then, she was hugged tightly, witnessed by Old Man Feng and Li Zhaoting, who kissed her.

That kiss was very soft.Long-term, neither deep nor shallow, but it is really hot, and it was deeply imprinted on her heart in a moment.

Bit by bit, she fled, mixed with shrill cries.

Far away, I don't know where he fled.

It was her hysterical cry, the voice was miserable and unremarkable, it was a prudent person, replaced by the funeral song, it seemed to be endless, lingering in her ears.

The dream was like reality, covered in a terrifying thick fog, which made her get lost in it, wandering around like a lonely ghost in the deep forest.

Sorrow and joy alternated, and suddenly, she heard Lin Jingnian calling for help.

She hurried away from the source of the sound, but saw her disappear into the smoke.

The surroundings are collapsing and collapsing, like dead leaves in autumn and winter, returning one after another, unable to stay.

At the end of the dream, there is a picture of Feng Suzhen falling off the cliff.

It stopped abruptly, and there were already many people standing behind her——

A sword fluttering red, Zhang Shaomin, and the long line of guards...

The tingling pain between her fingers gradually dissipated, and the hoarse cries from her ears forced her to open her eyes.

Tianxiang wakes up from a sleepy sleep, and her goal is the dazzling white light all around, which is slightly distorted according to her consciousness, swaying from side to side.

"Wake up, wake up!" was a young girl's exclamation.

Her eyes were still hazy, but when she took a closer look, it was the two maids Taoer and Xinger, and an old gentleman dressed as a doctor.

Tao'er and Xing'er, since the day she went out, she has been begging and clamoring to go with her, and her short journey has been halfway through, and they have finally fulfilled their wish.