Chapter 12: The wind blows the fairy clothes fluttering, Neon feather clothes 3

There is an unusual amount of rain this summer, as if it were soaked in the rain.

How many summers has it been since it was demoted to the cold palace? I stopped the shuttle and silently looked out of the window at the rain.

Since ancient times, the king has always been affectionate, and the lamp floats late at night and sighs.

At first, I didn't care. I always thought that this was just a wayward child on a whim. In a few years, he would hate me, but who would think that this entanglement was 20 years. The young teenager grew into a hegemony in my arms, and I seemed to have retired and quietly curled up in this empty Liuyang. The palace is accompanied by the loom.

At the beginning, I also met by this loom. Maybe it was the king's last pity. You allowed me to continue to guard it, as if I had suddenly lost 20 years of time. In the blink of an eye, I was still the weaver girl.

Do you remember that you broke my shuttle and silently watched me being beaten by Aunt He.

Do you remember that on the second day of your wedding, you came to my room to talk happily about how the princess's body was ecstatic.

Have you ever remembered that after the death of our first child, you knew that it was the work of the virtuous concubine, but you were afraid that her father's position was high and the power to get rid of the matter.

How can you say love when you treat me like this?

You are just a doom that I can't escape. You are entangled with me but don't love me, but I have lost my original indifference in these long 20 years and become inseparable from you.

No matter how much you laugh at your no backbone, you can't escape from this invisible cage. Perhaps weaving it is the shuttle in my hand, which entangles us on the day we meet. It's not your heart, it's not my intention, but God is too lonely to need a sad but bloodless love.

All I need is a shroud, and then I can leave without worry. Three thousand beauties in your harem have stripped the love you may have given me, and also stripped the love I have dedicated to you. On countless nights, you know who weaves the long water sleeves that have waved in front of you.

With only one more day and night, I can leave safely. When you find out, I will have only one white bone left, wrapped in the dance clothes that I have never worn in my life.

***

"Ms. Wei doesn't seem to be surprised at all." The painting fan smiled slightly and looked at the sandalwood clothes that continued to pick the dishes on the table.

"Why are you surprised?" Wei Tanyi gently raised the corners of his mouth and seemed to care about the fainting of the two people at all.

The painting fan hung his hands in front of him, as if everything had nothing to do with her just now: "Mr. Wei's expectation is like a god, and the master really didn't read it wrong."

"Thank you for your praise."

There are no men in the world who are moved by beauty. The painting fan knows how to gradually conquer the tall-looking men. Before going out to meet them, they lit musk in the room, which is also mixed with a lot of aphrodisiac fragrance unique to the brothel. As long as people enter this room, it is impossible to retreat completely, so yesterday when she came to tell her that her master did not drink, she didn't care.

However, the two people who drank wine have lost consciousness. Why is this person still indifferent, as if he is completely unaffected.

"You don't have to look at it anymore. Those things are useless to me," Wei Tanyi explained kindly. "It's those two people. You have to think about how to deal with them."

The painting fan looked awe-pressed and smiled easily and said, "Mr. Wei, there is no need to say that everyone is a mortal. How can you resist this frightening fragrance?"

It seemed that there was no more food to eat. Wei Tanyi put down his chopsticks: "It may not be difficult for mortals to resist. If it is a dead person, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to react if you jump on it."

"What Mr. Wei said is really strange. Is it that he compares himself to a dead man?"

After all, the painting fan is a woman. After hearing such words, she is inevitably scared, but she has seen a lot of scenes and is still calm. Wei Tanyi smiled, but somehow, it set off his evil face. The smile was a little creepy.

"It's not self-comparity, but..." He slowly stood up and fixedly looked into the eyes of the painting fan, "I'm already dead."

The painting fan took a breath of cold air and involuntarily took a step back.

"However, since His Royal Highness King Yi asked you to accompany me for one night, I can't give him face. Take off your clothes."

***

In the felt tent, the young man was writing something in front of the first case. Suddenly, the curtain was lifted, and a bodyguard approached and knelt down and said, "Your Highness, please go outside the camp immediately."

"Oh?" The young man stopped his pen in surprise, "Did your father mention what happened?"

The bodyguard couldn't afford to bury his head: "It seems that Dongjing's team has arrived. Your Highness, let's go there quickly!"

Hearing that it was the team of Dongjing Heqin, the young man couldn't help smiling at the corners of his mouth: "Okay, I'll go there."

Yueyue is a regime composed of nomads on the northern grassland. It has gradually become stronger in the past hundred years of fighting with Xijing and Dongjing. Although it still lives by water and grass, its combat ability has long been the same. Not long ago, Dongjing was defeated in the First World War, and soon proposed peace.

The king is nearly 60 years old every month, with a group of wives and concubines, and the youngest son can also ride and shoot independently. If there is a beauty from Dongjing, it is impossible to get it in the bag, but it is more likely to give it to the son. The eldest prince is more than 30 years old, and he has a wife and a concubine. As the second prince, he has been busy fighting for many years and has not married yet. A few days ago, at the celebration banquet, the king also mentioned that he would choose the most beautiful female marriage for him. If he fell in love with the beauty from Dongjing, his father might be beautiful.

The young man trotted all the way to the barracks. He saw that the king of the moon and the six princes were waiting under the sentry post. Everyone looked forward to it. It was thought that he was full of curiosity about the beauty of a country.

"Father." The young man went forward to salute and was picked up by Zhuyue Wang with a smile: "There is no need to be polite. My father Wang is looking for a good mate for you. This Dongjing sent a woman who kisses me. It's really hard to listen to you."

With the implicit promise, the young man was relieved and said happily, "The child is willing to relieve his father's worries."

During the conversation, a team of chariots and horses came from afar. There was no doubt that it must be the family sending team from Dongjing. The young man suppressed his excitement and stared at the approaching convoy with hot eyes.

The envoy handed over the document, and the king was in a double mood to win every month, so he took it with a smile and promised that the two countries would coexist in harmony. Then the princess got out of the car, and the curtain raised a corner, which had attracted everyone's attention.

The young man only felt his throat tight and couldn't even speak.

When he got out of the car, came a wonderful man dressed in the costumes of the Dongjing court. His skin was like a staring, and his eyes were like a dragonfly. At a glance, several young and impatient princes were already happy and couldn't wait to take this beauty for themselves.

"This is the most beautiful princess of my Jing royal family - Princess Roufang. I hope your majesty will have mercy and stay with you to bring tea and pour water." The envoy accompanied Princess Roufang all the way, and he expected that they would react like this, which was exactly what the Emperor of Dongjing wanted.