Crossing Night Cold Heart

Chapter 33 Who Knows What's On My Mind

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The knotted eyebrows were gradually stretched out between the eyebrows after hearing the man's talk. In the starry eyes, there was an uncoverable sparkle.

Qi Jingxun said with joy, "Sir, do you mean to directly hit Qi Che when he is neglecting to take precautions? Sure enough, it is the best choice. In this way, Jing Xun has a choice. He doesn't name his name, and the black tide is surging under his eyes. That person must be suitable!

Looking at Qi Jingxun's joy in his eyes, his faint water smoke eyes were as hazy as fog. "In addition, Chongli advised the prince not to beat the grass and surprise the snake. As for Xi Xinmiao, he can turn the tide and turn the crisis into invisible at a palace feast. In this, seek wisdom, don't underestimate it, and never offend lightly."

Chongli's words undoubtedly caused ripples in Qi Jingxun's heart. Yes, Xi Xinmiao is indeed a difficult object to provoke. Fortunately, she didn't interfere in her own affairs. If she didn't offend herself, she wouldn't deliberately regard it as an eyesore. What he wants to sweep is just a person who blocks the way. Anyone who has become a stumbling block when he achieves his great career, then there is no doubt about it!

The long and narrow star eyes suddenly gathered in the light, emitting endless chills.

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"Dong--Dong--Dong--" The distant knocking in the silent and empty alley is particularly clear and wide.

At night, the darkness seems to be able to devour everything. Under the endless darkness, there is no starting point, and the end can't be distinguished. Endless death...

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It's still the same room. The celadon teacup on the table is no longer foggy, and the tea is cold. And the bright red candle has long been extinguished, leaving only a circle of wax tears condensed red, as if talking silently about the existence of just burning life...

At the window, a man in white stood with his hands behind his back. The cheap hook in the sky sprinkled the light moonlight, spread on the man's not outstanding face, as confused as a god, and behind him, there was a shadow left, in contrast to the frost outside the outline, speechless.

In front of his eyes is a large sea of milky white flowers. A gust of wind passes by, wave after wave, quietly, the broken hair in front of the man's forehead is unbridant, and his gray eyes are always indifferent...

Another mansion in the capital

"Ding-" a harsh sound of broken strings came from the secluded courtyard of a tree and pear blossoms.

The room in the courtyard is as warm as beans, like a bright spot, as if stubbornly dispelling the darkness.

"Squeak-----" The door opened, followed by trivial steps.

"Miss, you are careless again!" With a distressed rebuke, the maid took the slender fingers of the young lady in her mouth and gently bandaged her.

The woman sitting in front of the piano, dressed in a light tulle coat, looked thin and delicate. The melon seed face is calm, elegant and dusty, like a waterfall and green silk hanging softly, a few sticks to the chest.

It seemed that he did not feel the pain of his hand being cut by the strings, and his maidservant was allowed to be bandaged.

Seeing that my young lady didn't care about herself so much, Xi'er was a little impatient and frowned gently, "Miss, why don't you care about yourself so much? If the master sees it, he should blame the slave again.

The woman didn't seem to hear Xi'er's words. She looked at the remnant flowers blown by the wind outside the window, drifted in the air, fell to the ground, stained with dust, and finally melted into the soil. So desolate, so helpless, so helpless...

Cheng Shishi lost his mind and muttered, "Love? Who will cherish it?" What came into view was the decaying Luoying, which touched the secret sadness in the bottom of my heart.

Xi'er looked at Cheng Shishi and said to herself puzzledly, with a sad face.

"No one cherishes the flowers, no one understands the heart, the flowers fall, and the heart mourns. The wind took away the flowers and there was no nostalgia. It could be seen that the flowers connected to the roots of the branches were reluctant to break their attachment to the branches at all? There are several flowers on the branch, but those flowers are snuggled up to this tree. I don't know if it has found the difficulty of the flower? Can you know that the departure of the flower is not the pursuit of the wind, but its non-retention?

There is a touch of bitterness in the corners of your mouth. After all, have you thought about it?

The irresirable sadness is enchanting in the woman's clear and pure words. Unfortunately, no one can understand...

Xi'er only feels that the young lady has become more and more sentimental recently. When she sees fallen leaves and flowers, she will be sad alone for a long time and say something inexplicable that she doesn't understand.

There was less and less smile on his face, especially after returning from the palace banquet that night, he didn't say a word, stuffed himself in the room for a long time, ate very little, and was depressed all day long. When she was asked why, the young lady just shook her head silently and refused to reveal any. No matter how anxious she is, if the young lady doesn't say it, she is also anxious!

Suddenly, his eyes turned and stopped on the withering peony flower.

The red peony flower was brought out when the young lady came out after being ordered to enter the palace that day. I remember that when I asked the young lady where the words came from, the young lady's shy face refused to reveal half a word. However, Xi'er knew that the flower must be given to the young lady by the seventh prince. There is no other reason. In the young lady's eyes, she saw a woman's infatuation.

After returning to the house, the young lady took good care of the peony flower, sprinkled some morning dew every day, and then stared at it for a long time, and sometimes whispered to the flower. She clearly saw that the brilliance or dimness in the lady's eyes all came from that flower! Or more precisely, it's from the person who sent flowers!

Is this time still related to the flower sender - the Seventh Prince?

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Wanting to divert Cheng Shishi's attention from her sad thoughts, Xi'er deliberately said inadvertently, "Miss, that flower is really blooming." With that, he walked towards the peony flower.

But at this moment, Cheng Shishi, who was as dull as a puppet, was suddenly stunned and ran towards the porcelain bottle with peony flowers like crazy. Because he was too hasty, he stepped on the skirt under his feet and staggered to Xi'er, who was already in front of him.

Xi'er couldn't dodge. She was pushed by Cheng Shishi like this. The center of gravity was unstable, and she also jumped down fiercely.

"Bang-----" A crisp sound...

Xi'er first came to her senses and saw the mess on the ground. She was shocked that she had made an unforgivable mistake. She didn't care about being punctured by the fragments of her bleeding arm, but desperately begged for mercy from the woman who was still on the ground behind her. "Miss, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I accidentally knocked down the vase..."

Looking at the woman who had not been up for a long time after falling down, she ignored Xi'er's plea for mercy, stared straight at the dismembered petals, scattered on the ground, and the dust stained it, died, completely dead...

I couldn't see the look in his eyes, but he didn't speak or get up, and still kept the posture of jumping on the ground. The dust on the ground was stained with white gauze, and she didn't realize it; three thousand ink hairs were already messy, and she didn't care. However, the slender jade finger is more tight and white, without knowing it.

Xi'er has never seen such a young lady. She doesn't talk, but she is so scared that she can't support herself. The words have been intermittent for a long time, "Little--Miss, I'm going to clean up, I'm going to clean up!" With that, he got up in a panic, and his hands trembled to pick up the broken petals.

At the moment when Xi'er was about to touch the petals, Xi'er only felt a white shadow floating in front of her, and her mind had not yet reacted. "Pa-----", and the room was full of silence.

After a long time, Xi'er, who was slapped to the ground, struggled to support her body. Her hand covered her beaten red and swollen right cheek. The blood from the corners of her mouth seemed to show the coldness of the hitter. She couldn't believe that she looked at the virtuous and virtuous lady in the eyes of herself or outsiders. Today, she actually hit herself for a flower?!

Shock, panic, unbelievable.

"Who told you to make your own decision?" Cheng Shishi's eyes stayed on Xi'er, and the cold breath was suffocating. "Or, you don't even pay attention to me?" It's like rebuke, no emotional rebuke.

"I dare not, I dare not!" He rolled and crawled and knelt in front of the Rasha-like woman again, couldn't help kowtoing, and slowly dyed the ground bright red...

However, Cheng Shishi turned a blind eye.

Seeing that the little blood splashed on the folds of my white skirt, it was dazzling and dazzling, and my eyes flashed impatiently. "Enough, go out immediately. Remember, you can't say anything about today!" He said coldly to Xi'er, who almost fainted and kowtowed on the ground.

"Yes, yes, yes." When Xi'er heard that Cheng Shishi let go, she was full of response. She didn't dare to stay at all, nor did she dare to look at Cheng Shishi's gloomy eyes and hurriedly withdrew.

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Cheng Shishi was the only one left in the room. She stayed quietly for a long time, and then walked into the mess and slowly squatted down.

He stretched out his hand, but did not fall. He stopped in the air, and his eyes finally had a different pain from just now, which was strongly eye-catching.

The hand finally fell down. When it touched the cold petal, there was an uncontrollable tremor, which seemed to spread to the heart with the cold temperature, stimulating the still beating fire...

Apply the petals to the palm of your hand, gently touch them, love the extreme softness, wipe off the dust on them with your fingers, wait until the whole petals are clean, and then tear them apart...

The scattered bangs covered the woman's face and cast a piece of shadow. The only thing visible was the curvature of the corners of her mouth, which was strange and shocking.

"Why don't you even leave me the last trace of self-pity?" The woman spoke softly, and the porcelain piece in her hand was already a touch of powder, which was annihilated by the wind...

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