Gentlemanly and romantic

When Feng Wan got into the carriage, Zhao Jun was still looking at her stupidly, he wanted to get close several times, but when he saw the two palace maids sitting beside Feng Wan, their footsteps weighed a thousand catties, and they couldn't lift it.

Seeing this, Feng Wan smiled faintly, pulled down the curtain of the car, and said, "Let's go." ”

"Yes." The carriage moves.

Zhao Jun kept looking at the curtain of the carriage and watching the carriage leave, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses.

At this time, several of his companions had already left. Looking back a few times, Zhao Jun couldn't help but look in the direction where the carriage was leaving, and thought bitterly: That's Wan Niang!

So luxurious, so bright, so elegant, that is the dream man he once fantasized about owning.

The carriage drove into the North Courtyard.

After telling the maidservants to put away their things, Feng Wan lay leisurely in the courtyard, looking at the leaves above her head that turned from green to yellow, enjoying the warmth of the winter sun.

Boil, pour wine, burn incense, brew a cup of pulp, and feel this rare tranquility while tasting it carefully.

At this moment, Feng Wan even felt that if he could go on like this forever, it would be a very beautiful thing.

In the midst of relaxation, the hours passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was night again.

The night gradually shrouded in the sky and the earth, in the blue sky, a round of bright moon, a few wisps of floating clouds coming and going, it is really indescribably comfortable, indescribably beautiful.

There was a sound of footsteps.

The footsteps sank and lightened, and without looking back, Feng Wan also heard that it belonged to Zhao Jun and Yueniang's footsteps.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and at ten steps away from Feng Wan, Zhao Jun stopped

He looked at Feng Wan, who was sitting on the couch with a complicated face, and was leisurely.

He had never seen such a Feng Wan.

He knew that Feng Wan was a person who liked to be quiet.

It's just that in the year and a half she married him, she was at most in a daze in the bedroom at the bright moon outside the screen window. Ping Suri always gently explained to the steward, always stood by his side carelessly, and poured a pulp for him from time to time and said a few words.

When he was lying down, she would always step forward and gently massage him on his shoulders and head, listening to him talk about officialdom from time to time.

As for the past six months, she is even more like an invisible person. There are always those who secretly hide in the room and quietly enjoy the purity. Where would she dare, and where would she be so graceful, as she is now, to serve in the courtyard, sitting in the moonlight, surrounded by maidservants?

Now she is a noble lady who is no longer hidden, no longer silent, but leisurely enjoying the bright moon and wine.

The most important thing is that in the past few nights, he has not fallen asleep for a single night, and when he wakes up from his dream repeatedly, he will subconsciously look in the direction of Feng Wan's former bedroom. Then, he would remember that Wan Niang was no longer there, and at that moment, the boundless cold and loneliness hit overwhelmingly. That feeling was too uncomfortable, Rao is he immediately covered Yueniang's body, looking for stimulation and satisfaction from her soft body, but the feeling was still with him.

There have been many times like this, although Yueniang is tactful, there are still tears and bitterness in her eyes.

Of course, this Zhao Jun didn't care about it at all. Women just like to shed tears.

The problem is that he tossed himself and Yueniang like this, and he just passed the time. But he never diminished the confusion in his heart.

When Wan Niang was there, it didn't matter if he didn't touch her for half a year, and it didn't matter if he didn't see her for two months. Now she just went to the North Courtyard, but why did he feel that he had no support, as if he had fallen into an isolated and helpless predicament?

Staring at her, looking at her leisurely, Zhao Jun's face sank subconsciously, and he wanted to lecture her with a single mouth. But his mouth was open, looking at her elegant and beautiful face under the bright moon, looking at her natural aristocratic style, he suddenly understood.

He has no stand!

She is the 'Mrs. Feng' mentioned by His Majesty, not Mrs. Zhao, not the Feng family, but Mrs. Feng!

Pressing down on the complicated thoughts, Zhao Jun walked towards Feng Wan with steps.

He came to her side.

Obviously, his reflection appeared in front of Feng Wan's feet, and she should have known that he had arrived, but she neither got up in a hurry, nor did she smile at each other, and greeted each other gently.

She still had her back to him, as if he didn't exist.

After being stunned for a while, Zhao Jun couldn't take his breath, and he called in a low voice: "Wan Niang." In his tone, there was more or less annoyance that she ignored.

After summoning a voice, seeing that Feng Wan should not be ignored, Zhao Jun strode up to her, stared at her and said, "Wan Niang is so leisurely." ”

Obviously he wanted to talk to her gently, but he was still angered by her.

Feng Wan raised his eyes.

Under the moonlight, her eyes were like autumn water, and she quietly glanced at Zhao Jun, who was angry and angry, with pain and a little obsession in her eyes, Feng Wan shook the wine and poured it, and said gently: "Is it the master?" Please come to your stay. "I said that I was going to the bed, but I still didn't get up to greet him, so I didn't treat him politely.

Zhao Jun's face turned pale.

He brushed down his face and said coldly: "Wan Niang, Your Majesty gave you a few servants, you won't even forget your identity, right?" He gouged her and gritted his teeth and said, "I have not abandoned you, but you are still my wife!" ”

As he spoke, his fist on the side of his leg was clenched tightly, faintly revealing green tendons, faintly trembling. I don't know if he is controlling his excitement, or resisting the urge to beat her?

Feng Wan glanced at the fist he put on the side of his leg, smiled slightly, raised the wine and shook it at him, and said elegantly: "Lang Jun is wrong, the concubine is now 'Mrs. Feng'" Spit out three words, causing Zhao Jun to take a step back, Feng Wan gently reminded: "Zhao Family Langjun, now, the concubine is Mrs. Feng who is personally sealed by His Majesty, and the person who waits on the left and right is sent by the palace." If Lang Jun wants to be a princess, sometimes, it is beneficial to avoid suspicion appropriately. ”

When this sentence came out, Zhao Jun's body shook even more.

His eyes widened, glaring at Feng Wan resentfully, his thin lips moved and he wanted to sarcastically retort at her, but he couldn't find the words.

At this time, Feng Wan seemed to feel that staring at him was very boring, and he lowered his head. She lowered her head, her hair like a curtain, gently covering half of her plain white face, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes that sparkled with stars.

Her long eyelashes fanned, and against the backdrop of the luxurious Jin dress, her face was noble and quiet, like an empty valley orchid, when there was no one, she was also fragrant.

Shaking the pour in his hand, Feng Wan took a sip, and then whispered softly to Zhao Jun, who had turned into dementia again, "Lang Jun, please come to the bed." ”

She asked her to come to the bed again.

However, she still called his husband during the day, but this time, she called Lang Jun on the left and right, and her tone was polite and detached.

Facing the moonlight, the luxurious and elegant Feng Wan. Zhao Jun's anger that rushed up disappeared most of it invisibly. What springs out again is only unspeakable suffering.

He snorted, took a step back, and knelt down opposite Feng Wan.

Sitting up straight, Zhao Jun glared at Feng Wan, who was far away because of his luxury and beauty, suppressed the last trace of anger, and tried his best to call gently: "Wan Niang." ”

Calling out these two words, his tone was two points softer, and there was affection in the lingering, "Wan Niang, Your Majesty has never asked you to leave me, and I also said it in front of Your Majesty, in this life, I will not abandon you, and I will not let you not enjoy my glory." ”

He leaned forward, his eyes were like water, and the words he spit out were also low and soft, with boundless affection, "Wan Niang, you are my wife, and I am your husband." When we were in Cloud City, how loving and sweet we were? Why be angry with me? Wan Niang, you and I will go to see Your Majesty tomorrow, can you go and tell him that you want to be with me forever? ”

His voice was really gentle, gentle," and there was even a hint of pleading in his tone.

Glancing at his eyes that looked at him as if he were fascinated, Feng Wan thought: It seems that this is the purpose of his coming today.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Feng Wan glanced at Yueniang, who was standing ten steps away, keeping her head down, looking timid and helpless.

obviously came here on purpose, wanting to beg himself to reconcile with him, and he didn't forget to bring his beautiful concubine.

Obviously, he wanted to reconcile with him, but he kept saying that he wanted her to meet His Majesty and asked her to go and make a statement to His Majesty.

This man doesn't even have the courage to face His Majesty, he will only push himself forward. Yes, yes, in this case, only if he says it, he can marry the princess, and he will have face when he retires.

The corners of Feng Wan's lips floated up with a smile that seemed to be sneering and indifferent.

Under Zhao Jundi's gaze, Feng Wan lowered her eyes, she seemed to think for a while, slowly took a few sips of wine, shook her head, and said in a low voice: "No need." ”

As soon as the two words came out, Zhao Jun's face changed greatly, and he suppressed his anger and shouted, "Why not? Gritting his teeth, he said coldly: "Could it be that this woman of yours really thinks that she can climb up to Wei Ziyang?" Don't forget who he is! Tell you, even if you follow him, you're just a small concubine! ”

Speaking of this, he said "ah", as if he had thought of something, and said loudly: "I'm confused, maybe Wan Niang, like those stupid women, thinks that being a general's concubine is better, more majestic, and more glorious than being the wife of me, a six-rank official!" ”

The voice was scathing, and the tone was full of cynicism.

Feng Wan raised her eyes and glanced at him, and then, she raised her wine glass and shook it at him, and said slowly: "Lang Jun, you have lost your temper again." ”

As soon as the seven words came out, Zhao Jun, who was able to speak energetically, choked.

Feng Wan smiled, and under the moonlight, she said casually: "The reason why the concubine doesn't want to go is not because she wants to marry Wei Ziyang, but because the concubine feels that there is no need for that." ”

She smiled and said slowly: "The concubine feels good to be this Mrs. Feng now, and she doesn't want to change anything." ”

Zhao Jun's face, which was originally blue and red, froze at this moment.

After spending a long time with Feng Wan, he could still hear it. Feng Wan's words came from the bottom of her heart.

She really didn't want to go, she really felt good now.

She couldn't sleep all night, but she felt so good!

Zhao Jun stood up with a loud bang.

He gasped and glared at the woman who didn't know what to do!