MTL - Pihanjin-Chapter 8

Mu Fulan was left alone in the room, and there was silence in her ears.

Beside the mirror, the wax torch that was inserted on the glass lotus pedestal suddenly burst into flames.

The candle flickered, then quieted down.

The firelight was reflected in her eyes, flickering slightly, and her eyes were fixed on it. For a long time, as if subconsciously, she raised her hand, her slender fingertips, and slowly approached the candlelight.

The skin was caught in flames.

A thin, sharp pain spread from her fingertips rapidly throughout her body.

But Mu Fulan didn't seem to have any feeling.

Only in the bottom of her eyes, a painful dark color passed by.

She thought of her Xier again.

The only child she loved most, he was only four years old when she died.

How could she be willing to leave him like this? Under the obsession, her spirit persisted, and a little spiritual platform was attached to the long bright lamp in front of the longevity card.

A long ten years, boundless darkness, bone-corrupting loneliness.

She watched him get his wish, and conquer the world. Looking at his imperial hegemony, Wenzhi martial arts. Also looking at him, the three palaces and six courtyards, the beauty is like a cloud.

But these had nothing to do with her. She was already heartbroken.

She was stubborn and refused to leave, and the only thing she held was that one day, she would see her Xier grow up with her own eyes. At that point, she left in peace.

However, in the end, what she waited for was such a heartbreaking scene.

The pain of burning her fingertips, how could she just watch the pain when Xi'er slashed her neck in front of her and died?

Heart twisted together. For a moment, she felt like she couldn't breathe.

She stood up suddenly, raised her hand, and pushed open the window.

The biting cold wind blows head-on.

She stood in front of the window, closed her eyes, raised her face, and took a deep breath of cold air towards the dark night sky.

The past that I deliberately didn't want to think about, but it seemed to burst open with the pain that penetrated deep into my heart from the fingertips.

One after another, one by one, like dense needles, deeply pierced into her internal organs.

…

The first time Mu Fulan met Xie Changgeng began in the spring of her thirteenth year on a trip to Junshan.

After my mother died a few years ago, my father's health deteriorated. Little girl, always worried.

That day, she came to Junshan by ferry, and asked the master about her father's illness, and by the way, she asked some questions about herbal medicine.

She arrived at the master's medicine house, and was informed by Ah Da that the master was having a visitor.

According to Ada, the visitor was a young man. It seems that the master was in danger when he was traveling and was rescued by him.

My own business is not extremely urgent, and the guest is a young man.

A thirteen-year-old girl, who is just beginning to understand human affairs, is not a little girl. She told Ah Da that there is no need to report, and she will come back tomorrow.

She went down the mountain and stopped when she passed by the legendary old cypress.

It was very windy that day. A chick, blown out of its nest by the wind, fell on a clump of old vines growing on a cliff.

Apart from the fact that Junshan is open on the 15th of every month, people are allowed to climb the mountain to worship Junshan Emperor, because the tombs of the ancestors of the Mu clan were built here, on weekdays, idlers are not allowed to climb the mountains on the island.

When she went up the mountain, the guards were waiting at the foot of the mountain, and at the moment, there were only a few maids with her.

Mu Fulan wanted to save the bird. But the vines were too far from the head of the cliff, more than ten feet deep, and even an adult maid couldn't reach them.

The chick is still very small, with a pointed yellow beak, a fluffy body, and the feathers of both wings have not yet grown together. It was lying on the vine, flapping its weak wings, as if trying to fly. But every time it **** its wings, it just makes it move outwards more and more. Seeing that as long as there is another gust of mountain wind, it will fall off the edge of the cliff.

The old bird hovered anxiously on the edge of the cliff, making bursts of sharp chirping sounds.

Mu Fulan hurriedly asked people to go down the mountain to call the guards. Before the guards came up, the bird had already struggled in vain, rolled to the edge of the vine, and was about to fall.

Just when Mu Fulan was extremely anxious, suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind her.

She turned her head and saw a strange young man coming down the mountain path.

The man was about the same age as her brother, eighteen or nineteen years old, slightly thin, dressed in a green shirt and full of mountain winds.

He didn't seem to notice the anxious girls under the old cypress.

Mu Fulan looked at him, and just as he passed by, he suddenly came back to his senses and called at his back, "Hey! Stop!"

The man stopped, turned his face slowly, and looked at her.

"A bird fell off! You think of a way to save it, okay?"

She begged him.

The man paused for a while, but finally came over, walked to the edge of the almost vertical cliff, leaned over and glanced, stretched out his hand to grab a thick old vine, pulled it hard, and rolled up the corner of his robe. Locked on his stiff waist, he then bent over and pulled out a sharp-edged snow-white dagger from the boot.

He used a dagger to pierce the gap in the stone wall, stepped on the vines attached to the cliff wall with both feet, climbed down, and quickly approached the chick and brought it up.

The old bird flew up and circled the treetop nest, chirping.

He stood still, looked up, climbed up the tree again, put the chick back in the nest, and then jumped down from the top of the tree, landing on both feet.

When he went down just now, Mu Fulan kept holding her breath and watched, extremely nervous. Seeing that he successfully brought the bird up and put it back in the nest, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, lifted his skirt, and ran towards him.

He is tall. She had just turned thirteen, and even though she was slender and curvaceous, she had the moving appearance of a little beauty, but at that time, standing in front of him, her height barely reached his chest, like a young girl.

She struggled to lift her head to meet his eyes.

She raised a delicate face like a flower, her eyes were extremely bright, looked at him, and thanked him happily.

He seemed to be stunned and glanced at her, perhaps infected by the kind of joy she felt from the bottom of his heart, and a faint smile finally appeared on his lips.

He nodded to her, inserted the dagger back into his boot, put down his robe, and turned away.

From being stopped to leaving, from beginning to end, he never said a word.

However, at the moment when he smiled at her, in an instant, the world seemed to be quiet, and there was no more noise in the ears, only the pieces of Luoying, drifting with the wind on the mountain-step trail where he left, also Floating on the girl's heart, for a long time.

A few days later, Mu Fulan got a piece of news.

Someone came to the door to ask for marriage, and the king promised.

Mu's mother ordered the maids not to mention half a sentence in front of her. Sister-in-law comforted her, saying that she had seen the beggar with her own eyes. Although her background cannot match her status as a princess, she is still handsome as a young man, and she is a very capable big man.

Even the father, after returning, looked at her with apologetic eyes, and told her that he was not a good father and wronged her.

Mu Fulan smiled and said that her daughter's marriage should be decided by her father. What's more, she is the princess of Changsha, and it is her duty as a princess to marry for Changsha.

In addition to the overall consideration, the father and Wang reassured her repeatedly that the reason why he agreed to the other party's marriage proposal was that he had a crush on that person, believing that his daughter would not endure hardship in the rest of her life with him.

Mu Fulan thanked her father.

The old king of Changsha did not know that that night, his daughter secretly shed tears.

Her tears fell from the back of the blue shirt that had been quietly imprinted on her heart a few days ago, but she had not had time to see it clearly.

She was full of girlish thoughts, sleepless all night, and never dreamed of it. On the second day, things suddenly changed.

The king held a banquet for her fiancé-in-law.

In order to reassure her, A-sister took her to the side of the banquet hall quietly.

She saw her future husband-in-law from behind the tent.

He was sitting beside his father, with a relaxed expression, and he was chatting and laughing.

As soon as I saw that person, the world was fragrant, and the flowers in my heart were unrestrained and blooming.

Her future husband-in-law turned out to be the man in blue shirt that she had met next to the old cypress in Junshan that day.

The night wind rushed in from the window, making her clothes dance wildly, and the candles behind her flickered, flickering, and her shadow also swayed.

Suddenly, Mother Mu's coughing sound came from outside. Accompanied by a faint voice of speech that followed, it seemed that someone was walking towards this side.

Mu Fulan suddenly opened her eyes, closed the window, and turned around.

…

At least a hundred people came to the banquet in Changsha, but the atmosphere could be described as deserted.

After Mu Xuanqing was seated, he didn't say much, and he didn't look at himself, his expression was cold.

Among the officials in Changsha, except for the prime minister Lu Lin who was smiling, who was always on the sidelines, the rest did not dare to offend their king. Naturally, they also did not dare to offend themselves. Most of the time, I just eat and drink, and when I need it, a few echoing laughter is enough.

This evening banquet was probably the most special banquet Xie Changgeng had ever experienced in his life.

He was able to come to this day, saying that the head of the knife licked blood, it was a little light. How can he take Mu Xuanqing's cold treatment to heart if he has never experienced such strong winds and waves.

This young king of Changsha was not only completely incomparable to the old king, but in Xie Changgeng's eyes, he was nothing but a son of a prince who was arrogant.

Excessive blood, lack of ability.

To be honest, this trip home, he did not expect that Mu's daughter would leave without saying goodbye before he came back, nor did he expect that his trip to Changsha would be so unhappy.

Even meeting his new wife is difficult.

The Mu family used his concubine as an excuse to terminate the marriage and cut off the relationship with him.

This is certainly a reason, but if you think about it, it may not really be the case.

The self today is far from what it was three years ago. Today's Changsha country, for him, has little value left.

If everything else is excluded, it is only in terms of the most direct purpose of his proposal at the beginning, in fact, he is not unable to accept such a situation.

In the future, if the state of Changsha changes, he will do his best to help. In this way, it does not fail to live up to the purpose of the old Changsha King who agreed to marry his daughter to him and the kindness of his support.

However, everyone knows that his relationship with Changsha, including Empress Liu and the Liu family behind her, has become a balance. Don't send it, keep the same and respond to all changes.

If the news of the marriage change comes out, it will undoubtedly lead to all kinds of speculation and suspicion, and even break this balance.

This will be a lot of trouble for him.

So after thinking about it, he still decided to maintain the in-laws, resolve the matter as soon as possible, and take the Mu family's daughter back.

Xie Changgeng came to the door of the bedroom of the Queen of Changsha, who was also his wife who had not seen each other since the wedding.

Mu's mother had vaguely guessed what the princess was doing.

But she couldn't believe it, just because the Xie family showed their intention to take a concubine, why the princess would decide to this point.

She was even more worried that the princess would hurt herself.

If there is a need, even if it is to sacrifice her life for the princess, she will not have the slightest hesitation.

But from the morning she left Xie's house, the princess seemed to no longer need her protection.

She knew even more that she was powerless to protect herself.

Mu's mother met the two glances that the man cast towards her, and there was a burst of sadness mixed with anxiety in her heart.

She calmed down, and loudly said "Uncle is here" toward the room, and Fang took a few steps back.

Xie Changgeng raised his hand, pushed open the door that was hidden in front of him, stepped over the threshold, and walked in.

The house was warm and lit with lights, and in the corners of the outer room, there were a few incense sticks on the left and right, the incense burner on the left, smoked faintly, and the jade bottle on the right offered a plum.

The incense and the fragrance of plum blossoms are intertwined, refreshing and blowing.

Xie Changgeng stopped by the door and stood there for a while, not hearing the sound of people.

He raised his eyes, looked through the front door separating the inside and outside, and looked in.

There, a fragrant drapery was half-hanging, obscuring the inner room.

There was still no one in sight, only a candlelight swayed faintly across the curtain, as if to guide him inward.

Xie Changgeng took a step and walked to the front of the curtain, stretched out his hand, and was about to go in, his footsteps suddenly paused and stopped again.

This is a women's boudoir that is extremely exquisitely furnished.

Opposite the direction of the bed, there is a beauty couch with a silver lamp beside the couch and a snow-white felt on the couch.

A woman with a face like jade, her wrists like frost, holding a scroll in her hand, sitting half-recumbent, leaning on the beautiful couch, holding a silver lamp, leisurely turning over the scroll in her hand.

She looked like a girl of fifteen or sixteen, but she was dressed as a little woman. A Qingluo shawl was loosely placed on his shoulders, a pomegranate skirt was tied around his waist, and his long hair was tied in a lazy bun, but the golden hairpin seemed to be too heavy, unable to fall down, covered with blue silk, and piled crowsly on the jade neck. side.

She didn't seem to notice Xie Changgeng's arrival at all, even when he lifted the curtain and stood beside the gate, there was no response, even if he just raised his eyelids and looked at him.

She just turned a page of the scroll in her hand. The two bracelets worn by the jade wrist gently collided with her movement of flipping the book, making a slight but pleasant sound of collision.

Xie Changgeng never thought that what would greet him would be such a scene.

I didn't even expect that Mu's daughter would have such a posture.

His gaze, from her face, swept across her body, and finally landed on her feet.

Under the pomegranate skirt, her feet were exposed.

She didn't wear socks, and with her small, snow-white bare feet, she stepped on the felt without any cover, like a pair of young pigeons lying quietly in the snow. She was beautiful, and for men, it naturally revealed A kind of other, if there is no implied meaning.

Xie Changgeng's eyes were a little dark, he stared at her feet for a moment, finally withdrew his gaze, walked over, raised his hand, took out the book in her hand and put it aside.

"You are Mrs. Mu?"

He looked down at the beauty on the couch and asked.

Mu Fulan still leaned there, raised her eyelids, and looked at him, but did not respond.

Her attitude was extremely light.

Just like her brother.

After coming to Changsha, Xie Changgeng didn't get angry at all and took it calmly even though he was treated coldly and even scolded by Mu Xuanqing.

Only at this moment, when seeing this Mu's daughter facing her, she also had the same attitude. Suddenly, a burst of unhappiness surged in his heart. Just like when he first came home, he was unhappy when he learned that his new wife had left without saying goodbye.

His expression became more gentle.

He stared into the woman's beautiful eyes and slowly sat beside her.

"Mister Mu, I shouldn't have left you on the wedding night, but you also know that the emperor's life is difficult, and I can't help myself. Last month, I finally returned home, but you have already left..."

Xie Changgeng paused, and continued in the gentlest tone he could say, "I know my mother made you angry. As for the matter of relatives, you don't need to care about it. If you don't want to, How could I go against your will and forcibly bring people over? Besides, I didn't mean it at all. You and I, if you are dissatisfied again, when I get home, what can't you tell me?"

Mu Fulan smiled, but still didn't answer him.

The room was silent for a while.

Xie Changgeng stretched out his hand, and the slightly calloused palm pressed on the back of one of her bare feet protruding from the bottom of Luo's skirt.

He slowly tightened his palms, held one of her snow-white feet, and pinched it lightly.

"Lan Er..."

He called her by her nickname in a low voice.

Mu Fulan bent her knees, her bare feet like a slippery fish, and she was pulled away from his palm.

She pulled down the Lalo skirt, and her feet were covered tightly by the skirt, and nothing was revealed.

Xie Changgeng looked at her movements, his eyes became deeper and deeper, his Adam's apple moved slightly, he retracted his hand, raised his arm instead, and slowly removed a gold hairpin from her bun.

Full of long hair, scattered like a waterfall.

He took advantage of the situation and took hold of her cool blue silk, and pulled half of her soft body into his arms, his handsome face also leaned over, his lips were attached to her ear, and he said in a low voice: "Laner, don't be angry, this time I am indeed sorry for you. As soon as I got home, I came here immediately, just to pick you up. Come back with me tomorrow. In the future, everything is negotiable. "

Mu Fulan suddenly exerted strength, pushed him away, sneered, and said the first sentence of the night.

"Xie Changgeng, don't you look in the mirror? You think you are a good thing, so I just want to be your husband and wife?"

Xie Changgeng was just sitting on the edge of the couch, but suddenly, she was pushed down by her palms and fell off the couch, looking rather embarrassed.

He slowly raised his head and saw her turn her face, her eyes were looking at him.

A piece of jade face turns all living beings upside down, and it is easy to blow dust.