Fu Geng stared at Zheng's face.

In the moonlight, her eyebrows and eyes were washed very softly and lightly, like a painting of a long time, fading all the brightness and brightness, leaving only a few traces of light lines.

At that moment, Fu Geng knew very clearly that the person in front of him was also a poor person. However, there was no way he could put more effort into her.

Five years ago, in the middle of winter, in that snow-covered courtyard, his heart had gone with that man. Now living in this world is only a shell.

Fu Geng paused for a moment and said in a low voice: "What you seek, even if I die, it will be difficult for me to do it." Hello, do it yourself. ”

With that, he picked up his robe from the couch, threw it over his body, pushed the door open, and strode towards the courtyard.

Zheng stared at Fu Geng's back.

His slender figure was embedded in the quiet moonlight of the courtyard, like a fantasy that was about to disappear, and like a spring dream that made people feel confused.

Zheng's eyes widened, and he looked at the back infatuatedly, and his vision gradually began to blur.

She wanted to call him to stop, and she wanted to chase him out of the door and stop him from leaving.

And in the end, she didn't do anything.

She just stayed where she was, staring at the slender figure in a daze, ignoring it, turning the corridor and disappearing around the corner.

But after a while, she heard the sound of the courtyard door opening and closing, and then a sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and everything soon returned to silence. Only the moon is like water, flowing silently in front of you.

Zheng's ears caught the movement outside the door, but her eyes turned from the courtyard door to the couch in front of her, and her expression was a little dazed.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, there was a handsome man lying here. His vicissitudes, his coldness, his indifference. It all made her intoxicated and couldn't help herself.

She thought that she had seized an excellent opportunity, not only to be able to marry into the Houmen in one step, but also to fulfill her dream of being a girl. In that dream, she married the most handsome and gentle man in the world, and she was married to him until death.

And eventually. She still woke up from her dream.

On this cool April night. In a room of cold moonlight. The girl named Zheng Ying finally woke up from that beautiful dream.

Zheng wept with some sorrow.

How ridiculous, she thought she was in those things. It turned out to be gone. It is true that she used a little bit of scheming and means, but she also threw away countless admiration and affection. Hope for a little response.

And yet, all of it. In exchange, it was only what she could get. No matter how much it is, it is impossible.

Zheng raised his hand to wipe away his tears and wrapped a robe that Fu Geng had left on his body.

All she could get. That's about that. Just like this robe, it is gorgeous and exquisite, but it is just an empty shell. The one inside. And that heart, but it is beyond her reach in her eternal life.

Zheng knows. She should still be grateful to Fu Geng. If it weren't for him, where would she have come from with such a face? Where do all these glories and scenery come from?

But why, all that was left in her heart was hatred?

Zheng sat down on the couch weakly, and the pathos drowned her little by little. She felt cold, shivering all over.

However, in the gorgeous splendid jungle of the Pingnan Hou Mansion, this little bit of pathos is actually ridiculous. Zheng understands very well.

It was only on such a night that she could find such a moment when no one was there and the servants were retreating, so that she could mourn alone for a while.

And tomorrow, she still needs to cheer up and play her gentle three-room daughter-in-law, play the kind stepwife, and be a happy couple who envy the world together with Fu Saburo.

Zheng's face showed a self-deprecating smile again.

After all, she always had to grasp something. Even if you know that it is false, and you know that everything is just false, at least this falsehood is glamorous and beautiful enough......

The moonlight is gone, and the twilight is faint.

Pingnan Hou Mansion ushered in a new day.

This scene that happened in the middle of the landlord of Clear Lake Villa, no one in the house knew about it.

Those sad tears and painful memories, as well as those hearts and emotions surging in the dark night, were like countless late nights in the Pingnan Hou Mansion, forever annihilated in this huge mansion.

It was fast forward to May.

After the Dragon Boat Festival, Fuzhong began to be busy with Zhang Luo's birthday for Pingnanhou.

Because Master Hou had passed his sixtieth birthday last year, and this year is not the whole birthday, Mrs. Hou does not plan to do it in a big way.

However, even if you don't want to do a big deal, there are rules for the Hou Mansion to do longevity, and it can't be reduced slightly. And because this year is the first time in these years that the Hou Mansion has given the Hou Ye a birthday, and Fu Geng's new official has taken office, this birthday banquet is still simple. Even if the Pingnan Hou Mansion does not have a birthday, I am afraid that there will be no guests on the same day.

Therefore, this birthday banquet is arranged according to the specifications that are smaller than the big birthday and larger than the small birthday. The people who should be invited still have to be invited, and the pomp and circumstance that should be there must still be there, and no one can be missing. And Zhang's and Cui's have been very busy these days.

Fu Jun has been living a good life these days.

She now lives in the Rain Hall. This courtyard is located on the west side of Qinghu Villa, and the main house is a small two-story building. There are several other fine houses on both sides of the building, and there are inverted rooms and the like, all of which are complete and can fully accommodate this large number of people serving under Fu Jun. Behind closed doors, it's a small world of its own.

It's just that Fu Jun is not happy in such a quiet day, and her mood is even a little depressed.

At the end of April, she received bad news from Gusu:

The Flowing Wind is dead.

When going to the Zhuangzi under Fu Jun's name, the carriage in which Liufeng and Rongfu were riding suddenly startled the horse. The frightened horse did not run along the mountain road, but rushed straight down the cliff, and the three people, including the coachman, could not escape, and fell off the cliff with the chariot. When the people on Zhuangzi rushed to the bottom of the cliff, they only had time to collect the bodies of the two sisters and brothers.

The news came many days later. The exact time of death of Liufeng and Rongfu was on the day Fu Jun left Gusu.

After receiving the news that the two sisters and brothers of Liufeng had both died, Fu Jun was stunned for a long time.

She couldn't believe that two living people were gone. She still remembers the straight back of the flowing wind before parting, and she also remembers the confident look in her eyes.

For the sake of the wind, Fu Jun arranged so many people and made so many arrangements, but now it seems that all this is not needed.

The flowing wind is gone.

This poor girl, who has been living in pain and contradictions, has left the world forever.

At the beginning of receiving the news, Fu Jun checked with Shen's mother countless times, and sent a letter to Huaisu to verify. She knew it was all in vain, but she did it anyway.

Because she felt that she owed the wind to him.

For the past five years, she owes a little trust to Liufeng. And in the years that followed, she owed Liufeng a future.

She once promised herself that she would give Liufeng a good future as much as possible, so that she could live with peace of mind and guard her most beloved brother with peace of mind.

For this promise, knowing that Liufeng would pose a huge threat to himself, Fu Jun still concealed everyone, but relied on his own strength to arrange everything.

However, the Flowing Wind died.

She and her brother Rongfu, these two fresh lives, disappeared like bubbles so easily. To be continued