It was as if it was nearly dusk when I returned to King Fu's Mansion from the palace

"Princess; Whatever you want to eat tonight, the slave will immediately go to the kitchen and tell them to make it for you. Haruka asked softly

Generally, there is very little food for dinner, so every time I send Chunxiang or Chunhong to the kitchen to ask the chef to make a little bit and send it over

As if he thought about it slightly, he said; "Just let the kitchen make me a bowl of millet porridge."

"Is that all? Princess; You've eaten so little lately, how can the child in your belly stand it, you should eat more when you're eating two people alone. Chunxiang said

As if smiling, he said; "I don't have an appetite, don't persuade me, go quickly."

Haruka saw that she was so stubborn, so she had no choice but to go down

After dinner, it was as if Chunhong and Chunxiang were allowed to rest, and she wanted to talk quietly about Qin for a while

Fingers on the strings, as if the eyes of Concubine Chen's haggard little face as paper, she unconsciously thought of her own situation, if the princess is a fan that can be discarded at any time, then why is the princess not like this? Since it is a fan, what I am most afraid of is that autumn is coming, the autumn wind is cold, and the night is dark, and I will be discarded in the corner, and no one cares

The Emperor's Family; A place where only the laughter of the newcomer and the cry of the old man is not heard here, there is no so-called eternity, there is only the joy and sorrow of new love and old love.

As if her fingers gently swept over the strings, she made a sound, and suddenly her eyes were no longer Concubine Chen's haggard face, but turned into Zhongli Wenjun's warm smile, and there was actually the sound of a flute circulating in her ears, and it turned out that her heart had already flown to that quiet mountain village. Although he is in the palace, although he is lying in the arms of King Fu, his heart is always with Zhongli Wenjun.

It's like trying to remind yourself not to think, don't think about it, but I still can't control it

It has been several days since that day when King Fu was persuaded that King Fu was a penguin, and King Fu left in a bad mood, as if he had returned to the days of being accompanied by a lonely lamp. She felt that she was not as good as practicing a fan, what was she in his heart?

It seemed to unconsciously play the tune of Ban Jieyu's "Group Fan Poem", and then she sang softly with the swirl of the music

The newly cracked Qi Su is as clean as frost and snow. Tailor a acacia fan, reunion like the bright moon. In and out of the sleeves of the king, shaking the breeze; I am often afraid that the autumn festival is coming, and the cold is hot; In the abandonment of the donation, the kindness is refused.

The sound of the piano is mournful and slanderous, but the singing voice of the singer is so sad that Cui Ren tears

King Fu approached the piano and singing step by step, he is a person who understands poetry through the sound of music, of course he knows what he is singing, of course he understands the meaning of the lyrics, Ban Jieyu compares himself to a fan, so he will be afraid of the arrival of autumn, once autumn comes, then what is the use of the fan.

King Fu secretly said in his heart that she is a spark under an iceberg, she will also be fragile, she will also be tender like water, she is just a strong expression, I don't understand her enough, a woman who is like a spark under an iceberg is the most worthy of love.

King Fu stood behind Wanruo, maybe Wanru sang too seriously, but he didn't know that there was someone behind him, singing a song, singing a song, it was still this "Group Fan Poem", the tune was still sad, and the song was still sad

It's like singing many times, and finally stopping, maybe tired, maybe heartbroken

It was as if he gently stroked his lower abdomen

King Fu hugged him gently from behind

"If so; This song is so sad that it's not for you, you're not a fan. So you don't need to be afraid of the autumn wind. King Fu leaned in Wanruo's ear and said softly

It's like just letting King Fu hold her, but she sneered in her heart, she may not even be as good as a fan

"The concubine body just saw that Concubine Chen was sick and helpless, and she was just moved. The concubine thought that the prince would never come here again. Wanruo's tone was a little cold, as if he didn't care at all, as if he still cared a little bit

King Fu said in a low voice; "I won't let you be the next concubine, I will protect you well, cherish you, you give me a little time, I will love you well."

"Didn't you ever love me?" It seems that he still can't help but ask the words that have been held in his heart for a long time

King Fu pondered for a long time, for a long time, before he said; "If; I will fall in love with you, I will, I will not let you be Xuanxuan second, I just want you to be the first, believe me, you must believe me. ”

As if she didn't know whether she believed it or not, she didn't expect him to fall in love with her, she just hoped that she would never be alone again.

Author's digression: The saddest thing for women is to compare themselves to fans, and the saddest thing for Yunmeng is that there is no one to vote and collect and leave a message, hey