For a few days in a row, Feng Qiuyin asked her to play the piano and sing for him, although she was unwilling, but after all, she agreed.

And he came quietly, listened when he came, and fell asleep when he listened. During this period, he didn't say a word, and Wanqing didn't speak, so everything went in a very strange form, and he didn't feel anything wrong.

However, she could see that he was thinking about someone through her singing, but she didn't know who it was, who could make Feng Qiuyin, who had always been ruthless, so haunted and so sad.

Although there are many doubts in my heart, I can't solve them.

She wasn't a curious person, since he didn't say it, she didn't need to ask, she knew that sometimes, not asking too much would be good for herself.

An indifferent person like Feng Qiuyin, how could she be able to figure it out at will.

When he returned from the army, she played the piano and sang music, and after a few days, everything was peaceful, and everything seemed to have no ups and downs.

But Hongmei, the girl, couldn't hold it back, and she asked curiously: "Madam, aren't you curious, why does the general always want to listen to your music?" ”

"Curious." Smiling slightly, Wanqing replied softly.

"Then why don't you ask him?" Blinking, Hongmei asked again.

"Ask? Who? How to ask? Even if you ask, I'm afraid you won't tell me. Wanqing smiled gently, how could Feng Qiuyin's matter be something that these maids could talk about.

If she really answered her, I was afraid that Feng Qiuyin would never spare them. Therefore, for their sake and for their own sake, it is really wise not to ask.

"Yes, yes." Hongmei nodded again and again, first saying that she didn't know the beginning and end of the matter, even if she knew the Tao, she wouldn't say it.

"Isn't this over, so I don't ask, my ears are pure, and if I ask, it seems to add unnecessary trouble to myself."

Wanqing lazily leaned on the chaise longue, accepting the gentle rubbing of the late spring sun, slowly closing her eyes, but she looked extremely enjoyable.

Hongmei looked at her in disbelief, she found that this woman was not ordinary intelligence, and the way of advance and retreat was used appropriately, and it was no wonder that the woman who could make Mrs. Tai love so much was probably not an idle person.

Thinking of Mrs. Tai, Hongmei reminded intentionally or unintentionally: "Madame might as well ask Mrs. Tai, maybe she can tell you." ”

Hearing her words, Wanqing's closed eyes opened suddenly, as if she was a little surprised, but it was only for a moment, and then they closed again.

"No, it's better not to know the way than to know the way." Wanqing's voice is light and delicate, as gentle as a spring breeze.

At night, Wanqing sat in front of the dresser, looking at herself reflected in the bronze mirror in front of her, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, I have to say that this real Wanqing is indeed a beautiful and refined beauty, although it is just a cyan ribbon tied in a bun at will, but it looks cold and clear, it is a natural beauty, thinking of her in the 21st century, it really seems much inferior.

I just can't figure it out, I can't guess why Feng Qiuyin brutally killed her whole family with such a beautiful woman, and took possession of her without any pity.

When a bright moon rose overhead, Wanqing sat alone in the garden, thinking of her mother at home, a trace of melancholy came to her heart, stroked the qin, touched the scene, and sang a 21st century song "Missing Mother".

I haven't been home for a long time, and I always worry about my mother in my heart, and I call the familiar phone and want to say something to my mother.

I miss my distant hometown very much, the tears of longing flow in my dreams, and I think of my kind mother's advice like drinking a cup of hot tea.

It's only halfway through the singing when I see a figure flashing, the moon-white robe fluttering in the wind, and the moonlight is even more like a fairy, but at this time, he doesn't look like him.

I saw him staggering over, with an expression on his face that even Wanqing was shocked, it was a kind of sadness, a kind of pain, a kind of helpless weakness.

After sniffing it carefully, he realized that he had drunk wine, and he drank a lot, no wonder he was so out of shape and so weak, I saw him slowly half-lying on the stone table, and he didn't look at her, just squinted his eyes, his slender fingers knocked again and again, and the sharp eyes of the phoenix were gone.

Wanqing found that the more he had such an expression, the more he couldn't stop it, and he had an impulse to share all his sorrows for him. I don't know when she realized that she had a little bit of heart for him, just because of his weak and infatuated side.

She stretched out her hand to appease him, but she shrank back halfway, what was she doing? He was her enemy, the one who had forcibly possessed her, and it was crazy that she wanted to care about him.

However, before she could make a decision, suddenly, he held his hand.

Wanqing blushed for a while, and she didn't know what to do, after all, she had never been touched by a man.

But if you look closely, you can see that he was drunk and did all this unconsciously.

Wanqing couldn't help but feel a little lost, and "Husband ......" called him softly, trying to wake him up, because she didn't want his unconscious tenderness, she wanted her true self and true love.

But he didn't seem to be awake at all, I saw him holding her hand tightly, his eyes were confused, and he kept calling out in his mouth: "Ning'er...... Ning'er ......"

Because she was drunk, Feng Qiuyin's voice was similar to a murmur, and she couldn't hear what he said clearly, so Wanqing subconsciously stepped forward, who knows, he suddenly hugged her into his arms.

The hot thin lips kissed her feverishly, so tight, so hot that Wanqing was stunned for a while, forgetting all the reactions, her mind was just blank, only the hot piece on her lower lip.

After a long while, she began to know that she was resisting, so she wanted to break away from him, but she was hugged tighter by him.

Sensing that she was struggling, Feng Qiuyin hugged her tightly, without a single gap, as if she wanted to integrate her deeply into her bones, and her face was even more painful, so she called softly: "Ning'er, don't go, don't leave me, I love you......"

This time she finally heard clearly, he called a name called "Ning'er", such a beautiful name, shouting about the turmoil outside, but asking for peace in his heart.

Somehow, listening to his painful call, Wanqing couldn't help but feel a blockage in her heart, and a sour feeling poured over like a river and a sea, and it turned into tears, she didn't want to be Ning'er, she didn't want to be a substitute for anyone, she didn't want his tenderness to others.

I wanted to break free from him again, but I couldn't exert any strength, let him hold the back of her head, and kissed her lips again, the warm breath lingered in her mouth, and the slippery tip of her tongue went deeper unscrupulously, entangled with the tip of her tongue.