The White-Haired Imperial Concubine

093 Penetrating Pain (2)

Emperor Qiyun paused for a moment, and did not seem to notice a strange smile, and was invited to sit next to him at the invitation of the Emperor.

This was the first meeting one year later. During the feast, Emperor Qiyun continued to say a few words to her. There was no emperor standing high between his expressions. Instead, he naturally showed his brother's favor for his sister. Drowning and caring.

Manyu always smiled and coped, playing the role of seeing loved ones close to the princess. Fu Tzu sat next to her, clothing dishes for her from time to time, Emperor Qiyun's eyes flickered slightly, and his mouth laughed: "It is comforting to see the General and the Emperor sister so loving."

After listening to the other people in the table, they quickly followed with a sigh of admiration, saying that how well General Fu and the princess were matched was simply a match made in heaven.

The Emperor Lin presented the smile that a country's emperor should have, but his eyes were unpredictable and profound, so that people could not see through. He thoughtfully scanned the corner of the vacant seat between the prince and the nine princes, and this time he did not force Wuyou to attend the feast.

Fu Zhao took the hands of the man in a timely manner, and in the eyes of everyone, looked at her with a deep smile and said, "It is my life's luck to marry such a good wife as Rongle. I am very grateful to my two Majesties for giving me This great grace! "He said as he stood up and performed a ritual, with a gentle expression that could not see any other expression.

The words are the words in the heart, the feelings, and the feelings in the heart, but speaking on such occasions, Man Man only feels a little ironic. She smiled lightly until her lips were stiff.

The young emperor's eyes turned, seemingly thoughtful, and he accidentally glanced at the empty seat below the prince, and laughed: "This matter, to be true, the general has to thank the king!"

The crowd was stunned, and Emperor Qiyun said: "After hearing the divorce and refusing to marry him, I heard that I felt guilty for the younger sister and worried that it would ruin the happiness of the younger sister's life. Family members, really happy! Well, this big rock in my heart finally landed. "

The harmonious atmosphere in the hall stagnates instantly, a stab in the heart, but the smile on the face remains the same.

The emperor Lin Tian's eyes turned a few times and smiled deeply, saying: "Emperor Qiyun need not worry about them. Since it is a pony horse chosen by Princess Rongle Chang, naturally it is a very desirable person in his heart, how can he be unhappy?

After all, the emperor is the emperor, and he can always grasp the most important point. One rejects marriage, the other chooses a husband, and the hatchback is equal.

Emperor Qiyun laughed: "The Emperor Lin said so!"

A dinner party was carried out in a thrilling wave of light and dark and the staggering crowd of flattery from everyone.

During this time, she occasionally moved chopsticks and tasted a little. Most of the time, she just sat there looking at the exquisite dishes and facing those hypocritical faces. Even if her stomach was empty, she still had no appetite.

After the meeting, Emperor Lin arranged to send Emperor Qiyun to rest in the palace specially prepared for him. Before parting, Emperor Qiyun said to Man: "Early tomorrow morning, the emperor will wait for the emperor to come to the old palace in the palace, and you and my brother I haven't seen it for more than a year, Brother Huang has a lot to say to the sister Huang. "

The man's congratulations answered, and he watched him leave. He sighed out of the palace. Such a banquet, coping with it, just feel exhausted!

Fu Zhao embraced her shoulder thoughtfully and helped her get on the carriage. "Let's go home."

Home, what a warm word! In the past, he only said that he would return home, and now, with a beloved person, that is home!

Back at the General's Mansion, the man felt sore all over. This banquet took three hours, and I thought it would be a pain. When she returned home, she realized that she was actually hungry, but it was already late at night, and it was not good for the kitchen to cook. I had no choice but to lie on the bed after washing with an empty stomach. I wonder if there were too many things in her heart, or for some other reason, she turned over and over again and couldn't sleep.

These days, Fu Cai stays here every day. Today, I do n’t know why. When she returned to the house, she returned to the room first, and where did he go?

"Rong Le, are you asleep?" At this moment, the sound of Fu Zhai's door was remembered outside the door, then she opened the door without waiting for her response, and walked in.

Man Xie half-supported himself, and found Fu Zi holding a food container in his hand, and walked down to the table.

She glanced strangely. Where did the food come from at this time?

Fu Zhao opened the lid of the food box, and the pungent aroma of the food was released. He took out the dishes, and turned his head and smiled softly at her: "Come here to eat. Hungry is bad for my body."

The man in a cloak got up and sat down at the table. Very simple meals, that is, home-made foods, look different from those delicate meals that she eats on a weekday, but they are hot, fragrant and exciting. She fluttered her eyelashes and wondered, "Where did this come from?"

Fu Tzu sat down beside her, fed her food, and replied casually, "I made it."

He froze, looking at him unbelievably. Will a big general still cook? No one believed it when I said it.

Fu Shu laughed: "Don't choke, eat quickly."

"Well." Man Yan was already hungry, so he picked up the bowl and stuffed the dishes, and put it in the mouth. I wonder if it was because she was hungry. I thought the taste was strangely good. Suddenly there was a strange feeling in my heart. In her teenage years, she had dreamed of a plain and sweet love of a successful man who was willing to wash his hands and make love for her beloved woman. She had longed for it, but she never expected it. Things that could not be achieved. In this age of male power, there was such an extraordinary man who realized this dream for her.

She ate slowly every bite, savouring such homely and not so delicate dishes, and burst out the most ordinary emotions in her heart.

Seeing her movements so slowly, Fu Zhao couldn't help asking: "Isn't it appetizing?"

Man shook his head and smiled sincerely: "No. It's delicious. This is the best meal I have eaten in three years."

Fu Zhaomu's eyes were bright, and he smiled contentedly as if a child had received the highest reward. "That's good."

Fu Zhao watched her meal intently, seeing the tiredness hidden in her eyebrows, a little distressed. He reached over to brush off the shredded hair under her forehead, and asked her tenderly and compassionately, "Even relatives need to deal with it, are you tired?"

Man's hand holding chopsticks was a little stiff, and he smiled bitterly, he couldn't escape his eyes! With a slightly cool tone, she said, "Yeah. People are alive ... they are already tired." She asked casually, "Why do you cook?"

Fu Zhao glanced down and looked down, but also said lightly: "When I was very young, on the runaway day when people were chased and killed ... slowly learned."

For a while, how small is it? She remembers Dongjiao Inn. He told a sad song, saying that he created the song when he was 13 years old. At the age of twelve, he entered the barracks, and to this day the great general who is in power, his path of life must be full of thorns and bitterness. She didn't ask why anyone wanted to kill him, and who did not let a child go?

Fu Zhao said, "Aren't you curious about who killed me?"

Man said: "Everyone has their own secrets that they don't want to open. If you want to speak, you will naturally say it. If you don't want to say it, why don't I ask."

The light in the room was a bit dim, Fu Zi looked at her half-turned, turned around, opened the lampshade, picked the wick, the flame exploded, and made a loud noise.

He cast his gaze on the smoky smoke rising above the flames, and a mild sneer drew from his lips. "Those who chased me ... for five years were sent by my mother's husband." I don't know why. He never wanted to mention or even think about things. Today he actually spoke. Maybe some things have been in his heart for too long, so long as to make him think that it is something else. He was talking about his mother's husband, not his father. In his heart, such a person is not worthy of being called a "father"!

He looked up in amazement and watched him turn around. His complexion was still gentle and elegant, and he seemed to be talking about a topic completely related to him. Her heart vibrated. What kind of person was she even chasing after her own child and hunting for five years? She can't imagine. How painful is it for those who survive the knife of their father? Suddenly she felt a little distressed. How could he say so calmly that the killer who hurt him was his father!

The man involuntarily asked, "Do you ... hate him?" Just as she once hated her father, she tried to destroy her dream and forced her to live according to his will; hate him as long as his lover ignores his family, even his mother's She didn't show up, and threw everything to her, an eleven-year-old child; hating the man he chose for her and her stepmother eventually killed her.

Fu Zhao flashed his eyes, stared straight at him, his face was a gentle smile like a mask, and his voice was ruthless, "Of course. He ruined my mother's life and also ruined my life. I will make him pay a great deal The price, to comfort my mother in the spirit of heaven! "This is his vow, and it is the unshakable faith that has always supported him to live, and he has been working for this!

Mangan seemed to feel the strong hatred of the gentle back and heart. She saw him for the first time and felt that he was gentle and gentle, a humble gentleman, a symbol of light, but it turned out that behind this nothingness of light was the deepest dark deposit. How bright is a person living in hatred? Should he yearn for light? That's why I made that disguise. No wonder, Fu Chi, revenge! 2k novel reading network