Chapter 407: The Long Night Is Not Young, Loneliness Becomes Death
Of course, that's all for later.
Feng Jingyun walked out of the room, and saw that Pinggui and the six eunuchs in the courtyard were still standing respectfully waiting for the dispatch, she waved her hand.
Pinggui and the others retreated willingly.
It's just that two eunuchs looked back at the door of the wing room where she lived from time to time, probably wondering why Jun Lonely didn't come out.
With the light skill of Jun Lonely, it is only a blink of an eye to disappear. It's normal for them not to realize. However, she didn't feel the need for Xiangxia to explain.
It was already night, and the thick night was dark and dreary, and the stars were sparse and sparse, and the light was dull, and the moon, like a large disk, seemed to be tired of the twelve degrees of the year, and weary half of it hid into the clouds.
Tonight, it's a full moon again.
Jun Chenghao's tall and upright figure walked into Huayang Palace, saw the rockery pond, in the vermilion pavilion, a white figure looked at the moon alone, alone, lonely and pitiful, so that he wanted to hug her into his arms, so sorry, and he didn't want to let go!
She has a graceful posture, long black and smooth hair that reaches her waist, a slender waist that is not in her hand, white clothes are better than snow, and her posture is light and elegant. The hazy moonlight soaked on her, like a fairy bathed in the night light, like a fairy!
Jun Chenghao's cold gaze was a little confused, "The bright moon shines all away from the human color, but it reflects Chang'e's loneliness." ”
Feng Jingyun turned around and saw that the prince who was dressed in a brocade robe with embroidered patterns and a noble and imposing prince was walking into the Zhu Pavilion.
He is tall and strong, his sword eyebrows are as black as ink, and his facial features are rough, although he can't say how handsome he is, he is very manly.
Because of his burly stature, as soon as she approached, the tall figure was more than twice as large as her slender body, which made her feel very stressed.
Jun Youqi and Jun Lonely's long figures are not as burly as the prince.
Even the old emperor is not strong, how can he give birth to such a strong son?
Her thoughts flashed, and her face was pale, "I didn't expect that the prince was also an elegant person." ”
"This palace is the eldest son of the emperor, and he is destined to inherit the thousands of miles of the Qi Heavenly Kingdom in his lifetime. Since childhood, he has read a lot of books and learned to be rich in five cars. He was not ashamed of his boasting, because he was only stating one fact, "The poem is self-evident." ”
She was noncommittal, her eyes looked into the distance, and the dark courtyard was hung with lanterns at the corners of the pavilion and the gilded corridor on the edge of the building, although the light was not strong, she could see it clearly.
"If you talk about elegance, it's not as good as the birth mother of the king and the concubine." There was a bit of disdain in his voice, "The name of the king of the dead was taken by the concubine, and it is said to rhyme with a very interesting meaning." ”
"Kindness is like water, gentlemen are like jade, long nights are not young, loneliness becomes death." Her eyes are clear and bright, and her voice is calm and melodious, as pleasant as heaven.
In the dark, the ghostly figure of Jun Lonely, who had gone and returned, froze, and the blood-colored evil pupils looked deep and unfathomable.
"That's what the prince said?" She opened her lips again.
Jun Chenghao's eagle-sharp pupils filled with appreciation, "I didn't expect you to be so talented." The main palace really looked away in the past. There was regret in his tone. At the beginning, she was his fiancée, but he turned her away for more than ten years.
Looking at her ordinary face that is easy to pass, thinking of the stunning posture under the human skin mask, the posture of the world, even if the Nine Heavens Xuannu descends to the earth, it is not as good as a fraction.
His heart was deeply regretful.
Yes, he already regretted it.
Regret that she shouldn't have been divorced.