Sixty-third bowl of soup (3)

In the quiet room, Feng Jin, who had already returned to the room to rest a long time ago, did not lie on the embroidered bed, but sat by the window, with the moonlight coming in and shining on the snow-white pipa in her arms.

She gently hugged her lover and stroked the pipa, whispering: "I have to give him a baby."

Whether it is a boy or a girl, after she dies, she must leave something to prince Su so that he can live, and give him back what the host owes him.

She will get married soon, and she will not sleep alone in the future.

The pipa in his arms is quiet and silent, and the snow-white body of the piano is reflected by the moonlight, reflecting a strange and moving light. Feng Jin hugged Pipa and rubbed her small face on the Pipa twice, her eyebrows were still light and sad, her eyes were always affectionate, and she seemed to cry soon, even though she had forgotten. Chuan was still entangled by the emotions there and never forgot.

A weak-hearted person like her should have been torn and swallowed the moment she jumped off Wangchuan, and she couldn't even find the fragments of her soul, but she was stunned.

Go ahead.

Keep going, everything is over.

Feng Jin doesn't need sleep. She can stay up all night, but she can't help but feel sad. Only by holding this pipa can she calm down a bit. Living has always been a painful thing.

"Pipa, Pipa, if I can't go back, what can you do?" The world is so big that it is ridiculous but there is no place for her. She is lonely wherever she goes, whether she is alive or dead.

After asking this sentence, Feng Jin smiled lightly, took Pipa to the table and put it down, then walked to the bed by herself, took off the embroidered shoes and socks and lay down.

But she can't actually fall asleep.

She didn't know why she couldn't sleep, just couldn't sleep, she couldn't see anything with her eyes open, but she was tortured by memories that had long been forgotten.

It's okay if I can think of it, but I'm at a loss again and don't know anything.

In the early morning of the second day, Prince Su woke up early and came to Fengjin to ask her maid several times. The answer was that the princess sat at the door and waited by herself before she got up. She didn’t think the floor was dirty. He just sat down, really not contrived at all.

Feng Jin stayed up all night, she didn't like being served at night, so the maids who watched the night were far away, and naturally they didn't know anything about her staying up all night. Feng Jin knew in her heart that she was different. Even with a physical body, the weirdness of her soul reminded her that she was different from ordinary people.

She is a monster.

A monster who has no memory but has been sad.

But after all, you can't let Prince Su wait for a long time. Feng Jin opened the door and saw him sitting at the door.

Prince Su quickly got up, still a little embarrassed. "Then what, I'll wait for you to get up for breakfast."

Feng Jin smiled softly. In fact, she could not eat, "Then Lord Lao is waiting for her concubine, and the concubine hasn't been freshened yet."

"Okay, I'll wait."

Feng Jin smiled at him again, turned around and entered the room. Prince Su stood at the door while giggling. He was able to beat Feng Jin and laughed all the time.

After another stick of incense, Feng Jin can be considered to have cleaned up. When Prince Su saw her, he sighed sincerely and was so beautiful, then coughed twice, concealing his salivation, and went to hold Feng Jin's little hand: "Just a few more minutes. Day is our wedding day, are you ready?"

"This is natural." Feng Jin smiled. "How can my concubine say to marry the prince?"

Prince Su is not afraid of the heavens and he is not afraid. He is a selfless prince with an iron-faced face on weekdays, but he turns into a soft finger in front of Feng Jin. He smiled and did not hide his anxiety: "I'm just afraid you suddenly changed your mind and refused to marry me."

He has been struggling since he got married by the emperor brother. Should he wait patiently for a grand wedding to Feng Jin, or hurry up and marry someone into the door while she is still willing to marry himself-he struggles and entangles in this. For several months, the preparations for the wedding have finally been completed, and it only takes three days. After three days, she will be his royal concubine.

A well-justified husband and wife, she is no longer the bright moon on the horizon that he can't look up to and desire, but a tender flower that can hold in his arms freely and affectionately.

"I promised to marry, so naturally I want to marry." Feng Jin was amused by his nervousness. "The prince doesn't need to be nervous, the concubine is here, and she won't turn into a butterfly and fly away."

Prince Su smirked again.

After the two of them had their breakfast, Feng Jin sat in the pavilion of the palace and played the pipa. Prince Su stared at her obsessively with his cheek in one hand. After the song was finished, Prince Su's saliva was almost full.

The white jade finger pressed the last note, Feng Jin looked up to see Prince Su and asked, "Is the concubine playing well?"

"Good." Prince Su nodded stupidly. "But what kind of tune is this? I have never heard it before."

It sounds good, and the skills are everyone, but every time he feels unspeakably sad and at a loss.

Feng Jin chuckles: "This is the tune passed down by the concubine's parents. According to legend, it is called the sound of white bones. It is said that it can bring the dead back to life, bones and meat."

Because this is a tune popped out with soul.

That's why it is so inciting and making people cry.

Prince Su didn't understand the joy of silk and bamboo, so he blinked blankly: "Oh."

Feng Jin smiled, "The concubine body will play another song for the prince."

This time she changed the tune, and the tune was brisk and moving, which fits her current status as the bride to be married. Although Prince Su did not understand, she was also deeply infected. After shaking her head and shaking her head, she was still a little bit interested in finishing the song, "Is it over?"

"Stop playing." Feng Jin said with a smile. "I don't like to play these songs. If the prince loves to listen to them, I will play them for you later."

"Okay, it's settled. When we get married, you will play tunes for me every day."

Feng Jin looked at him like a child, then nodded, "Okay."

She was soft and soft, and her speech was always so gentle, so gentle that Prince Su did not dare to get too close to her-perhaps it was not that she dared not approach her, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get close.

Days passed by like this. At night, Feng Jin was still sitting at the window holding Pipa. She quietly looked up at the sky. From here, she could see the bright moon, so round and bright, but so cold. It seems that she has looked up countless times.

So far away, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach it.

At this moment, Feng Jin suddenly heard a faint voice. Before she could react, a tall black figure appeared in front of her. The man looked at her with dark eyes with complicated feelings, and then cut her Hug.

"open--"

She didn't finish her words, Xiao Rong's face was already buried in her neck. "Jin'er, Jin'er, Jin'er——"

Called her again and again, tears dripping into Feng Jin's neck, she felt very hot, but extremely cold.

Feng Jin did not yell, but just let the man hold him. When he gradually stabilized, he slowly pushed him away, carefully hugged the Pipa between the two and wiped the dust on it, like I was afraid of being broken by Xiao Rong.

Xiao Rong looked at her expectantly but did not dare to approach her, and asked her, "You, when have you been able to play the pipa? Jin'er, I—"

"You don't have to say anything." Feng Jin's eyes were light. "You go, don't come again."

"Jiner--"

"No need to explain." Feng Jin sat down again. "You already have a wife, and I am going to marry my husband soon. Between you and me, it's the best I've never known each other."

"Jiner--"

Feng Jin asked him: "Does your wife know about coming out so late?"

Xiao Rong's body became stiff, his eyes were full of pain, and his love awakened in the flood of memories, but the reality was that he had another responsibility.

But Feng Jin is also his responsibility!

He asked her to wait for him back in Xinglin, he promised to marry her as his wife, and he took her body, and worshipped heaven and earth in front of her dying father and mother. They were already husband and wife, and he loved so much. she was.

But he forgot!

He forgot everything!

I forgot to have a wife, I forgot that my wife was waiting in Xinglin, and forgot it was almost ten years! When he first thought of everything, Xiao Rong wanted to kill himself. Xinglin was cut off from the world. It was a coincidence that he would be there. After the death of his father-in-law and mother-in-law, Feng Jin was the only one left. He actually let her live in Xinglin for nine years!

More than nine years!

What kind of mood has she been waiting for him in the past nine years? While she was waiting for him, he married a wife and had children in the capital. He didn't have time to share all his glory with her, and he didn't even remember her!

"It's not your fault," Feng Jin said lightly. "You will forget, and it's also an accident. Now that you and I are individually bound, don't mention the past. If the prince knew about it, he would definitely be sad."

Xiao Rong's voice was hoarse: "But we have worshipped Heaven and Earth parents--"

"My parents have passed away long ago. If you don't tell me about this, no one will know." Feng Jin looked at him, her eyes indifferently as if she didn't even know him. "From the moment I learned that you had forgotten me, I was no longer your wife. I wish you and your wife grow old, and you will not come in the future."

But how can Xiao Rong let go? The moment the memory is remembered, everything is clear as if it happened yesterday. How do they love each other, the countless promises they have made-how can these be said and forgotten? "No-we can't do this, we can't do this, we are husband and wife! I am your husband, and you are my wife. We said we are old together, I think of it, Jin'er, I will never forget — —"

"I will be the prince's wife soon." Feng Jin took a step back. "You also have your life. What you have to do now is turn around and don't look back."