At the gate of the city, Ji Lin was holding the lock of hair again, and he didn't even see Xiangming coming, Xiangming leaned in his ear and whispered: "Prince, Madame sent a slave to send you a letter." ”

Ji Lin suddenly looked up and saw Xiang Ming, and then crossed Xiang Ming's not very tall body with a longing gaze, stretched his neck to look in the direction of the palace, but he couldn't see Xi Concubine's figure.

"Don't look for the prince, Madame didn't come, I have Madame's handwritten letter here." Xiangming was about to dig out the letter, but was stopped by Ji Lin, and the surrounding gatekeepers were stretching their necks to watch, especially the hateful Ji Xianwu was staring at them, if he knew, then he didn't know what kind of demon moth would be made.

Ji Lin pouted at a budding begonia tree opposite, and the two walked over one after the other.

Xiang Ming took out the silk handkerchief from his sleeve and quietly handed it to Ji Lin, Ji Lin quietly opened the silk handkerchief with his back to the city gate and trembled nervously because of overexcitement, his fingers gently rubbed the lifelike peach blossom, and picked it up and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it greedily and deeply, only then did he look at the letter.

Looking at it, Ji Lin's eyes were full of gentleness, and when he saw a grain of cinnabar at the end of the letter, he instantly understood what Xi Concubine meant, and looked at Xiangming excitedly, on his emaciated cheeks, a pair of eyes looked particularly large and bright, and that tear of happiness overflowed his eyes, flickering and shining in the setting sun.

"Xiangming, go back and tell Madame, I am willing, we will see you in three days."

"The prince is confused!"

Seeing the excitement on Ji Lin's face, Xiangming couldn't help but feel that this was what it would be like three days later, so she hurriedly poured a basin of cold water on him.

Ji Lin looked up at Xiangming from the letter in confusion.

"Am I confused? What do you mean? ”

"The prince asks the angry slave to say bluntly, Madame wants to share life and death with you, indicating that Madame is loyal to you and values your feelings with you more than life, but you shouldn't be so selfish, have you ever thought about it? Can you escape? King Chu Wen has robbed the prince and his wife thousands of miles away, how can he let you go so easily? At that time, it was not the lady who was arrested and suffered and sinned? So where have you left your wife? ”

Ji Lin's eyes widened and he listened to Xiang Ming, the original flickering light in his eyes suddenly dimmed and gradually disappeared, only to see him pat his head heavily, close his eyes in pain, slowly squatted on the ground, crossed his hands on his head, tore the curled but very messy hair, and buried his thin and melancholy head deep in his knees.

After a long time, Ji Lin stood up, his eyes were red, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Xiangming, you are right, how can I be so selfish, I have no ability to protect Xiguo and Mrs., what face do I have to face Madame, you go back and tell Madam that I said it, I still have the revenge of the country for an indefinite period of revenge, and I am not in the mood to take care of the private feelings of my children, just let her cherish herself." ”

"Take care of yourself!" Xiang Ming bowed deeply to Ji Lin and turned to leave.

Xi Fei was intently telling the story, Xiangling was listening to the story intently, and no one paid attention to when Xiangming returned.

"Xiangling, have you ever seen someone with cinnabar moles and tear moles?"

"So far, I haven't encountered it, but I'll keep an eye out for it later."

"Huh! Xiangming, you're back, what did he say? ”

Xi Fei suddenly looked at Xiangming with expectant eyes, wanting to find the answer from her face.

"Madam, the prince was very excited when he saw the letter you wrote, especially after seeing the cinnabar, his eyes lit up, I didn't understand at the time, I heard you telling a story when I just entered the house, so I didn't bother, and then I understood the meaning of the cinnabar you ordered on the letter."

"Then you mean that the prince agreed to meet in three days?" Xi Fei was as elated as a child who finally got her favorite toy, and suddenly turned from sadness to joy and excitement.

Seeing the anticipation on Xi Fei's face, Xiangming really couldn't bear to lie to her, but when she thought that Ouyang Jing was right, if they really did that, the consequences would be really unimaginable, so she had to snort: "Madam, of course the prince wants to meet you very much, but ......"

"But ~ yes?" Xi Fei looked at Xiang Ming in surprise, her face turned from sunny to cloudy, her eyebrows frowned, and she said anxiously: "But what? Don't spit out, you're really anxious, say it quickly! ”

Xiangming clasped his hands with each other, his fingers kept wrapping, and said tremblingly: "But the prince said again, he still has a big revenge that has not been avenged, and there is no time to restore the country, so it is not suitable for ...... Not suitable for children. ”

"What? Xiangming, you didn't lie to me, did you? Did he really say that? ”

Xiangming secretly gritted her teeth and nodded heavily.

Xi Fei looked incredulous, but obviously, the bright flame in her eyes just now dimmed and disappeared without a trace, and then she whispered to herself: "No, Ji Lin won't say that, no." ”

I saw her drooping shoulders, dragging heavy steps to the bed, slumping heavily on the bed, burying her head deep in the pillow, shaking her shoulders and whimpering, her body trembling constantly.

Xiangming wanted to step forward several times to tell the truth, but Ouyang Jing's words always echoed in his ears, yes, if he really escaped as the letter said, he would definitely not be able to escape, no matter how much King Chu Wen liked Mrs. Xi, he was afraid that if he was caught, he would no longer regard her as a treasure, and it was very likely that the lives of the prince and his wife would be in danger, Xiangming bit her lips tightly, and finally held back and didn't say anything.

After a few days of fine weather, I felt that spring had returned to the earth, and the branches of the treetops had begun to glow a little yellow, and the branches of the peach and apricot plum trees had also given birth to some small protrusions of sauce red, pink, and snow-white.

However, as the evening approached, the weather suddenly changed, the wind was biting, the temperature plummeted, and the sky suddenly fluttered with snowflakes.

This night, Rui Xue did not celebrate Yu Qing, and only added two people with broken intestines.

Ji Lin didn't drink as much as usual, but he was so drunk that he finally took out the silk handkerchief from his arms.

Since Xiangming left, Ji Lin put his hand into his arms countless times, but finally he didn't dare to take it out, because he knew that the annoying ghost's gloomy eyes had been secretly spying on him, and if he took it out, he would definitely be snatched away.

The silk handkerchief exudes the fresh and intoxicating body fragrance on Xi Fei's body, smelling the familiar smell, Ji Lin is drunk with wine, looking at the beautiful square characters, as if the beautiful Qingqiu is beside him.

Ji Lin caressed the silk handkerchief, a tear quickly rolled down, and he quickly turned his face away, for fear that the silk handkerchief would be stained by tears.

Ji Lin called thousands of times in his heart: My Qiu'er, it was Ji Lin who was useless, failed to give you a stable environment, did not protect you, received your letter today, knowing that your mind is the same, I am very pleased with my husband, and I am a hundred willing in my heart to want to fly away with you, but do you know? It's because I love you that I can't let you do that, you should live beautifully.

Drinking the last drop of wine in the dry house, Ji Lin collapsed on the table with tears on his face.

At this time, Ji Xianwu was a mandrill, I saw him swaggering over, glanced at Ji Lin with disdain, and found that the silk handkerchief he was holding tightly in his hand was pulled, but he didn't pull it over, so he raised his foot and kicked Ji Lin's head, and Ji Lin fell to the ground in response.

Ji Xianwu stretched out his fat hand, broke Ji Lin's palm, took away the silk handkerchief, laughed and walked away.

In the empty room without a trace of heating, Ji Lin didn't know how long he had been lying on the ground, and a chill hit him, until he froze awake, his whole body was as cold as iron, and his hands and feet had no sensation, none of which mattered, and he suddenly found that his favorite thing, the silk handkerchief on which Xi Fei had written, was missing.

Suddenly, most of the wine woke up, and he didn't care about the numbness of his legs and feet, so he hurriedly stood up and looked for it, but he stumbled out all the way, hit his head on the corner of the table, and puffed up a big bag of eggs.

He knew who took it, and sure enough, when he looked up at Ji Xianwu, Ji Xianwu was looking at him with a mocking expression, and what he was playing with was the pink silk handkerchief embroidered with a delicate peach blossom.