Chapter Seventy-Five: Grief

People are always accustomed to cowardice and call what they are powerless to change fate.

Just like Mu Xiaoxiao now, he calls his loss a fate that he can't resist.

She didn't believe in fate before, and she wasn't a weak woman, but now everything seems to have changed, and this change is not overnight, and the fortress in her heart has been broken by Guanghuan little by little.

Mu Xiaoxiao locked himself in the room for three days and three nights, and when the morning sun rose on the fourth day, Mu Xiaoxiao opened the door, threw away his weakness, and put on his armor.

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Guanghuan was silent on the surface, and made secret inquiries in private, collecting Cheng Xuan's crimes one by one.

**Plunder, open bribery and secret bribery, Cheng Xuan has done all the bad things, if he hadn't seen all this with his own eyes now, how could Guangxi have thought that Daning still has such a moth!

Tang Wanru is by Guangxi's side day and night, serving his food, clothing and daily life, this intimate relationship makes her like Guangxi's more and more, she firmly believes that Guangxi's is the most perfect person in the world, although Guangxi's nothing is told to her, and she is not allowed to sleep, but Tang Wanru feels that this is very satisfying, as long as Guangxi's needs her to do, she will do it.

"Can I play a tune for the third prince?" Tang Wanru saw Guangxi's brows furrowed when he looked at the book in his hand, and wanted to relieve him, so he asked tentatively.

Guangxi sighed, raised his head and asked, "Do you know how to play the song "Flower Creek"?"

"The song "Flower Creek" is very famous, but it's a pity that the score has long been lost, have you heard this song, Third Prince?" Tang Wanru said, a little surprised.

"Hmm. I heard an old man play it. Guangxi said, remembering the appearance of Mu Xiaoxiao playing the piano for him at the beginning, but after a year, it was like a lifetime.

"Old man?" Tang Wanru saw Guangxi's confused expression, guessed eight points, and said: "This old man is the third prince, your sweetheart." ”

Guangxi-hee smiled, noncommittal.

"I don't know which girl has such a blessing that can make the third prince like it. Tang Wan said to himself, a little jealous.

"Do you know what kind of story the song "Brook Between Flowers" tells?" Guangxi asked suddenly, and without waiting for Tang Wanru to answer, Guangxi said again: "It tells the love story of an imperial concubine and a general. The imperial concubine was originally a beautiful lady, and she was ordered to marry the emperor, because her home was far away, and the general escorted her back to the palace. The imperial concubine was born beautiful, and the emperor fell in love at first sight, and soon became the most favored concubine, and after being pregnant with a dragon fetus, she was even more favored by thousands of people. But the imperial concubine is a pure-hearted person and doesn't know how to intrigue at all. was calculated by others, not to mention the loss of the child, and was slandered and had an affair with the general. The emperor listened to the slander, sent the imperial concubine into the cold palace, and sent the general to the border pass, and later the general died in battle, the imperial concubine cried blindly, committed suicide, wrote down this poem before dying, and then passed it to the people, and the master scored it and became a tune. ”

After listening to Guangxi's story, Tang Wanru sighed for a while, "So in fact, nothing has ever happened between the imperial concubine and the general?

"Do you think that's all there is to it? No one will know what's going on. Tragedy is always hard to forget. Guangxi said.

Tang Wan seemed to see a trace of sadness in Guangxi's lost eyes, and she wanted to know everything about him, everything.