when the wind and cloud cry

Chapter 39

After leaving Yujing City, Si Yu followed the route planned in advance, avoided several important cities, and entered the customs from a remote city, naturally avoiding many unnecessary interrogations.

Si Yu is a woman who is very good at enjoying pleasure.

Although it cannot be said that he is indulging in the extreme luxury of the world, he is actually soaked in wealth and splendor.

Even though she was lightly packed and simple, her carriage was spacious and magnificent, and she was pulled by eight horses in two rows, front and rear.

There were two desks in the carriage, and a stove in the middle, which heated the carriage very warmly. A jar of bird's nest was boiled on it.

An incense burner was placed on a table, and the soothing incense drifted away.

On another table, there were several plates of exquisite snacks and fruits, all specially provided for the royal family, which formed a strong contrast with the bitter scene of the cold weather outside.

During the bumpy journey, Si Yu just concentrated on looking at the scroll, always with a graceful and luxurious posture.

In Yuan Feili's view, this Empress is like a drop of essence extracted from the fat of the people in the vast sea. Everything she owns is one in a million, and even the dagger she carries is a top-quality weapon.

But Yuan Feili couldn't figure it out, this Emperor Ji was still enjoying herself while reading, with a faint smile on her lips, her mood was exceptionally high, like traveling in mountains and rivers.

She can laugh too?

Is this the mentality a person who is being held hostage should have?

Shouldn't she be nervous and terrified, constantly worrying about her life and not being able to sleep at night?

How could she be in the mood to read?
Has she forgotten the poison of the seven worm blood Gu needles in her body?

Should I remind her...

Yuan Feili really wanted to see the nervous and frightened appearance of this imperial concubine!

It's not that he's psychopathically dark.

He just likes the trembling of high-ranking people, which makes him feel a sense of pleasure spontaneously.

A slender hand raised a corner of the curtain beside the car, Hua Tiandie looked out, and saw a patch of white snow, and the people on both sides of the official road were dressed in ragged clothes, shivering from the cold, carrying their belongings and walking together.

There were still many frozen bodies on the side of the road, some half-buried by snow.

The scenery outside the curtain is so desolate!

Hua Tiandie murmured, "A lot of people died outside..."

"The window contains the north wind and thousands of mountains and snow, and the car travels in Yangguan and it is cold for thousands of miles."Yuan Feili groaned softly, at this time they were going to Yuyang Pass, and this situation and scene corresponded to these two sentences.

"It's a good one 'windows contain thousands of mountains and snow from the north wind, and thousands of miles of coldness in Yangguan'".

Hua Tiandie was a little appreciative: "Young master is very talented, but I wonder if there is a que in this poem?"

Shangque has already met the scene and is a good sentence. If Xiaque also has extraordinary artistic conception, this poem of Qijue will definitely be spread and praised by officials.

Even Yan Wushuang couldn't help looking at him, her eyes full of anticipation.

I saw Yuan Fei arrogantly concentrating on drinking, and slowly chanted: "Who can pity the thin clothes and the miserable face? I only see the king drunk today!"

Just as Yan Wushuang was about to applaud, she was startled: "Bold, how dare you say such insulting words to the country and the emperor?"

Yuan Feili was also taken aback, and thought to himself, why don't I just write a poem?
As for you being so excited?
"Shuang'er, this young hero is so courageous!" Si Yu said calmly without leaving the scroll, "He even dares to hold my palace hostage, so is there anything he dare not do?"

Yuan Feili said nonchalantly: "It's good that you know, the emperor and the old man don't practice governing the country, and the people don't have a living, what's wrong with me scolding him?
Shouldn't you be scolding?

He has done me wrong, why should I praise him?

Others dare not speak out, but I want to write poems and call him an old bastard. "

After all, the current emperor is Si Yu's father, no matter how well-mannered she is, she can't help being angry.

Suan Mou glanced at Yuan Feili lightly, and Si Yu's eyes fell back on the scroll.

Yan Wushuang immediately said angrily: "Who made it difficult for you? You are a frightened imperial guard, do you have less monthly offerings? It's because you don't give yourself a way to survive, and you don't want to be rich and wealthy, but you want to be with the court. Right!"

The corners of Si Yu's lips smiled, feeling a little pleased.

Yuan Feili couldn't get any advantage under Yan Wushuang's eloquent teeth, so she satirized Si Yu: "The beauty is half old, the flowers are falling, the frost is worrying about the phoenix hairpin, and the desire to hate youth is like flowing water, just because I was born in the emperor's tomb. !"

It's a bit exaggerated for Shuangsi to be worried about the Phoenix hairpin. Siyu's green silk is like water, and her beauty is still the same as before. This song of Qijue hits the pain point in her heart. After all, she is 34 years old!

Women over 30 are afraid of being said that they are old no matter how they maintain their health.

The smile on Si Yu's face suddenly disappeared.

Yan Wushuang immediately jumped out again: "You uneducated madman, my highness is a golden branch and jade leaf, comparable to a phoenix, there are many men in the world who admire, but it's just that your highness doesn't like it!"

Yuan Fei smiled ruthlessly, and his words were also mean and vicious: "I am uneducated, and I can't say so many pleasant things, but I am a free person anyway, free to love and free to hate, not like a girl who grows up every day. The master is short, the glory and wealth are all based on the master's gift, in the future your master will really marry, and you will be just a concubine, a pleasing thing in bed!"

"You..." Yan Wushuang was so angry that she wanted to reach out and scratch his face.

At this time, I heard Si Yu say: "Do you like to poke people's sore spots?

You keep saying that you can't get used to bullying the weak, and you can't get used to bullying..."

Speaking of the latter part, Si Yu's phoenix eyes were full of power, she slapped the scroll in her hand on the desk, and scolded Yuan Feili angrily: "But you like to be sarcastic and sarcasm to poke people's sore spots, and you put your own pleasure on the edge of your tongue in order to express yourself quickly." In addition to the pain of others, what is the difference between you and the person you hate?"

Yuan Fei remained resentful, but Si Yu suddenly smiled: "I'm afraid you have some grievances in your heart?"

Yes!

Yuan Feili is precisely because of grievances in his heart.

You have been displaced since childhood...

The pain of separation from loved ones...

The vengeance of the tragic death of your parents is piling up in your heart all the time...

The only woman I love has become my own sister...

The wife who was about to get married was beaten to death...

Counting it carefully, isn't this a grievance?

It is precisely because he has these grievances that he becomes an angry youth.

Cynical.

Intolerant of people and things.

Deep inferiority complex turned into growing pride.

At this time, Yuan Feili was punctured by Si Yu, and he did not argue, but remained resentful.

But his eyes were already red, and he blinked desperately to prevent the tears of grievance from falling in front of others.

How strong do you have to be to be invulnerable?
Seeing this scene, Hua Tiandie and Yan Wushuang looked at each other.

No one thought that this unruly and arrogant boy would have such a fragile side.

"Son..."

Hua Tiandie felt sorry for him, and took a silk handkerchief and passed it over, but Yuan Feirui ungratefully blocked it, and stubbornly wiped away her tears.

Si Yu stared at him for a long time, then sighed quietly, her eyes became complicated.

(End of this chapter)