foxy charmer

Concubine Yan Xun hasn't had a dream for a long time, because the plot never mentions her dreams, so she can't often dream about anything, and occasionally dreams, all she sees is the scene of her own tragic death.

Concubine Yan Xun had a lucid dream that night, and she returned to her childhood.

Childhood always passed quickly for her, and her mother likes to focus on the time after Yan Xunzhen crossed over, so her dull childhood is like the background of a screen every time, which is placed and withdrawn, like a white horse passing by.

After Princess Yan became enlightened at the age of five, she was taught by her husband during the day and studied under the guidance of He Wangjun at night.

Ordinary fathers either urge their children to complete their homework, or find good books for their children to memorize, but He Wangjun's education is very different.

He didn't care about Concubine Yan Xun's homework, and let Concubine Yan Xun sit on her knees in the palace of the king every day after her husband left to learn embroidery.

"Mother, I don't want to learn!" At first, Concubine Yan Xun threw the needle and thread on the ground and protested to Wang Jun angrily, "I am a woman, so I don't want to learn from such men!"

While the daughters of other clans were fighting with branches, the noble concubine Yan Xun had to sit in the room and embroider. This was a great shame to the eldest princess.

He Wangjun was not annoyed, and asked her, "Since it is something that even a man can know, as a princess of a country, how can you not?" He asked someone to pick up the needle and thread and stuff it back into Concubine Yan Xun's hand, and raised his head to signal, "Go on. .”

At that time, Concubine Yan Xun was still young, she was so poor that she didn't know how to refute, and she didn't dare to disobey her father's order, so she continued to embroider reluctantly with red eyes.

A child with clumsy hands, one hour of embroidery a day can make Concubine Yan Xun's ten little fingers dripping with blood.

She was sobbing, unable to bear the pain between her fingers and her heart, she softened her tone, "Father, can Concubine Xun stop learning...Concubine Xun is in so much pain..."

She raised her head and begged, He Wangjun raised his eyebrows, and looked down at her condescendingly, his phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and the expression inside was dark and unclear.

"Princess, are you begging for mercy?" Wang Jun smiled, "I've never seen a prince begging on his knees."

"I don't want to be a crown prince..." Concubine Yan Xun lowered her head, she regretted the words as soon as she said them, and quickly kept silent.

Sure enough, the next moment, the smile on He Wangjun's face faded completely.

He stood up gracefully, with the tail of his skirt flicking to the ground, and swept across the space in front of Concubine Yan Xun.

"Okay," he stroked his hands, "that's great, why don't you go to your mother and repeat what you said just now. Guess how she will praise you—the eldest princess who has never had any ambitions since she was a child." ; Guess again, what will happen to you, your father, and the thousands of people in He He after your second sister becomes the crown prince and king of Yan."

Concubine Yan Xun supported her knees, she bit her lips tightly, tears fell on the back of her hands, but there was no sound of crying.

Crying is cowardly, and neither her mother nor her father allowed her to make that sound.

Concubine Yan Xun didn't know, she didn't know what the consequences would be.Why can't the second sister be the prince, they are best friends, it doesn't matter who is the prince, she won't frame herself.She is Yan Guo's daughter, what does He Guo have to do with her, she has never even met her grandmother once.

My mother said that everyone has his own aspirations, why does she want to be a prince, she is so tired, she just wants to sleep and play games with the maids and sisters.

Wangjun He paced back and forth, stretched out his right hand, and gently lifted Concubine Yan Xun's chin.

"Say it again, what don't you want to do?" He asked softly, the three thousand black hair behind him slipped down like a waterfall, covering the light in front of Concubine Yan Xun, leaving only blackness.

She couldn't lower her head, she could only look up.Through layers of tears, Concubine Yan Xun saw the shadow in her father's eyes.

"I, I want to be a prince," she said.The body was sobbing and convulsed, and the knees pressed by the hands were covered with the blood of the young children.

She doesn't want to read and write, she doesn't want to embroider and play the piano, she doesn't want to be a prince.But the father will be angry.

He Wangjun let go, and looked down at her with his eyelids half down. The sternness in his eyes faded and turned into a gentle smile, "No, it's not that you want to be the prince. The concubine is the prince."

He knelt and sat in front of Concubine Yan Xun, and wiped away the tears on her face with a handkerchief, gentle and loving.

"Don't cry," he said softly, "Don't cry at any time, even if one day you have to wear men's clothes, have to embroider and dance, you...don't cry, you have to laugh, and you have to smile nicely. Because the king, won't cry."

Concubine Yan Xun was shivering, a cold feeling went up her tailbone, making her shudder.

She never dared to get close to her father.

Seeing that his daughter stopped crying, He Wangjun got up satisfied, and he recruited a male slave to stand beside his daughter.

"From today onwards, every time the princess sheds a tear, you will hit her five feet with the pure heart ring."

Concubine Yan Xun narrowed her pupils and looked at her father in disbelief. The other party noticed her gaze, smiled back, and added unhurriedly:

"You can hit anywhere, the king grants you innocence."

"Yes."

Don't cry, laugh, smile nicely.

Wang, will not cry.

But Concubine Yan Xun was still crying. The moment she saw her mother coming, the grievances that had been suppressed for more than a hundred years surged up and overwhelmed her vision.

Concubine Yan Xun had no one to cry with. She couldn't cry to King Yan, dared not cry to King He, let alone shed tears in front of her courtiers, common people and servants.

For 160 years, she has lived through countless cloudy and rainy days. Even though the rain was pouring, she stood under the howling sky, and she could only raise the corners of her mouth and smile gently and proudly.

Only that day, she was able to vent to the mother who created herself.

Only that time, Prince Yan only cried that time.

……

At dawn, Concubine Yan Xun woke up from a nightmare. After waking up, her heart palpitations were severe, and her whole body was sore, as if her muscles had been tensed all night.

After letting out a deep breath, Concubine Yan Xun realized something was wrong.

She has one arm across her stomach.

I was forced to sleep all night, no wonder I was exhausted from sleeping.

As soon as Concubine Yan Xun moved, Tangmi opened her eyes. She was dazed and yawned, "Are you awake?"

She withdrew her arm and rubbed her eyes, "You suddenly cried in the middle of the night last night. Did you have some kind of nightmare?"

she cried?

Concubine Yan Xun touched her eyes, and sure enough she touched a rough layer.

"Maybe it's a nightmare," she said as she got down on the bed, wiped her face with a wet handkerchief soaked in water, and turned to look at Tangmi after it was cleaned, "Did you disturb your mother?"

Tangmi shook her head.

Concubine Yan Xun breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, she probably didn't say anything in her dream that she shouldn't have said.

"It's still early, mother should rest for a while." She took the outer robe next to her and put it on her body, "I'll go to court first."

"Then when will you come back?" Tangmi asked subconsciously.Every time Concubine Yan Xun left and left her alone in a room full of strangers, she felt awkward and nervous.

"I'll try to return as early as possible." Concubine Yan Xun curled the corners of her lips, glad that Tangmi began to care about her whereabouts, which was much closer than when she opened her mouth and said "don't bother me".

Tang Mi sat on the couch and watched Concubine Yan Xun leave, and she didn't move after a quarter of an hour, just like a sculpture, maintaining her original movements.

It wasn't until her thighs were numb from the pressure that she crawled to the edge, picked up the veil that Concubine Yan Xun had wiped her face and rubbed her own face.

Concubine Yan Xun did not make any sound, Tang Mi was woken up by the cold.

After she woke up, Concubine Yan Xun didn't have any strange expression on her face, she fell asleep peacefully as usual - except that most of the pillow under her was wet with tears.

Those tears lost their body temperature and climbed all the way to the back of Tangmi's neck, icy cold woke her up.

Concubine Yan Xun's expression was so calm that Tangmi didn't realize what it was at first, until the moonlight came in from the window, and she saw the flash of glitter on Concubine Yan Xun's face.

Tang Mi never knew that someone could cry so quietly, as if the tears on her face were not tears, but some water was accidentally wetted on her face.

Awakened characters are no longer characters, they are human beings with their own joys and sorrows.

Concubine Yan Xun's every frown and smile are so vivid, only this night, like a delicate puppet with a painted skin, she lost her vitality and mourned expressionlessly.

The puppeteer then sat on the couch and watched her all night.Tang Mi understood that what this puppet lacked was not a soul, she was so good that she was able to pick and choose in the garbage dump alone, and pieced together a soul by herself.

The puppeteer failed. She was stingy with giving the puppet a soul, but she failed to make a vivid skin.

……

Tangmi lowered her head, the veil she had put on her face fell off, and stuck to her thigh with a thud.

She stayed, trying to do something to make up for five years -- 150 years of neglect.

The girl raised her hand, she stared at her palm for a while, and her fingertips moved, as if the antennae of an ant were sensing it by swinging.

After a long time, she sighed in frustration, lay back on the couch, and covered her eyes with her hands.

At this moment, Tang Mi didn't want to pay attention to anything.

She is a cowardly mother.