MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 72 Love Contest (3)

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072 Love contest (3)

This is the most peaceful conversation between them since they separated.

Manx retracted his hand and nodded slightly.

In addition to the sound of the wind, the quiet garden only has the occasional sound of a falling child. It is extremely light and light, as if afraid of being a little heavier, and it disturbs anyone's unknown mind.

The air was filled with a faint atmosphere of nostalgia and sorrow. Those days and nights, those days when thunder can't move a game of chess every day, became more clear as each child fell, as if it was yesterday.

Years swept away those good feelings like torrents, leaving only memories of stinging pain.

Zong Zheng's worry-free eyes moved slowly across the chessboard, looking at those clear and intelligent eyes, no matter when, where, past or present, no matter who she was sitting opposite, she could always concentrate on playing chess and move See the big picture with one eye.

After waiting for a while, he saw that he was unconsciously holding the chess piece and did not move for a while. Then he raised his eyes, and his eyes met for a moment, and the sadness and tenderness passing by the deep and indifferent eyes made people seem to be blind.

The summer wind, a bit sullen, a bit refreshing, mixed with the tide of the pool water and the faint fragrance of white lotus, brushed the corners of their eyebrows. She suddenly returned to those quiet days, and he held the chess piece like this for a moment, and looked up at her from time to time, her eyes softly. She had a momentary nagging, and somehow called that name: "No worries, it's your turn."

She was so shocked that she could even call his name today, one year later! He had hurt her so badly and used her so deceitfully. She quickly lowered her head and did not dare to meet her eyes again.

Zong Zheng's body was shocked, and the **** in his hand accidentally slipped down his fingertips and rolled to the ground. He didn't know it, his eyes glowed, he looked at her and said, "I didn't expect to hear your name before I thought about it. Aman ..."

"His Royal Highness," Manma interrupted him suddenly, not wanting to listen to him. She tilted her head, her face was calm and calm, but her mind was mixed. She stooped to pick up the pieces on the ground and handed them to him. As if before correcting the mistake, he said again, "His Royal Highness, it's your turn."

Zong Zheng had no worries in his eyes, and the fiery light in those eyes seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, shattered and cracked, scattered everywhere, and became cold again.

A sentence followed by "His Royal Highness Li" followed him, making his heart as cold as water.

He picked up the chess piece, his long fingers were blue under the light of the hot sun, and he suddenly coughed, feeling a little blood in his throat. He swallowed himself. It turned out that internal injuries can be tolerated little by little.

Zong Zheng carelessly set his sights on the chessboard and dropped the **** at random, forgetting the previous layout.

That was the one who broke the traditional chess situation.

After several ups and downs, the outcome is already known.

Man Xun looked at the game and was a little bit confused. As simple as that, is it over? !! It's just a matter of time. In the past, it took them so long to play a game.

Zongzheng laughed without any worries, but the smile was a bit terrible. He looked up and looked straight at her, as if to look into her heart and even her soul.

The man looked back silently, pressing down the confusion in his heart and pursing his lips, neither of them said anything.

After a while, Zong Zheng Wuyou seemed to murmur, his voice was very light, with a little self-deprecating, a little misty, he said, "I lost!"

In front of the beloved, the words of dispassion and disguise faded away, like the sigh of wind, sad and long.

He said: He lost!

There was a huge earthquake in my heart, and I was surprised.

He is such a proud and conceited person. For him, how easy it is to say these three words, but after all he admits! In fact, he has lost since the beginning!

He carefully tempted each other again and again, those calculations and use, he always thought that everything was under his control, he thought he could not escape his palm if he wanted. However, at that time, he didn't know that love was incalculable.

In those real and false emotions in those days, he unknowingly devoted himself to everything. And she has always been passive, guarded, and kept awake, always remembering to keep a little more for herself. Although she would be painful, she courageously endured those pains, and rationally sealed up her feelings, and set up a series of strategies to step out of his life.

He was shocked only after the fact, and the love was so deep that he could never go out again.

In this unconscious emotional contest, he ended in defeat! She already had another person in her heart, what else could he do for her?

Zong Zheng stood up slowly without any worries, supporting the slender fingers of the stone table, as if the tough powers had faded, and they seemed even more white. He walked slowly past her, the wind lifted his unbound hair and brushed her pale cheeks.

Manyan sat motionless there, as if he hadn't calmed down from his words.

Zongzheng Worry took out an exquisite Moyu folding fan from his sleeve and put it in front of her, saying, "Take it away. Maybe it will be useful to you in the future."

Before Manyu had time to ask anything, he had already left.

She didn't look back to see his back, she just sat there silently, staring at the chessboard, frowned. A bitter pain came from her heart, and she suddenly didn't understand herself. What was she doing?

After half a ring, she picked up the folding fan.

Mo Yu's texture is very good, the tentacles are smooth, the ice is cold, and the jade bone is carved with a tortoiseshell pattern, with an open mouth and a rolled up tail. Except for the color of the folding fan of the Nine Prince, the whole is not much different, but it is obviously more noble and mysterious than that.

This folding fan should be related to Wuyin Lou, but why should Zongzheng worry that she should keep it? What is his intention?

She took Mo Yu's folding fan and walked back, her eyes vacant all the way, her mood was very chaotic. His ears seemed to echo his phrase "I lost."

This is the end of a long-prepared feast for feasts, whether it is the Emperor Lin or the King of Li, or the King of the Dust Wind, and the civil and military officials, the high hopes originally placed on this feast were ultimately lost. The reason is just because of a woman.

Man Fu returned to General's Mansion with Fu, and everything returned to peace.

Ning Qianyi visited her several times, saying that she would stay for another month and enjoy the mountains and waters before returning to Dustwind Country. Due to the last assassination incident, the Emperor Lin sent a large number of expert guards in the dark and in the dark to ensure his safety. He was given a one-month deadline, and Fu Fu was fully responsible for investigating the assassination of the assassination.

After a few more days, the injuries were no longer a problem, and the medicine of Zongzheng's worry-free was indeed extraordinary. Fu Tzu came out early and returned late during this time. Although he came to Qingyuan Garden every night to rest, the words said by the two did not exceed ten sentences. He always enters the house after she falls asleep, and likes to hug her from behind, with unusually gentle movements. She occasionally woke up in the middle of the night and would hear a light sigh behind her.

This morning, while the sun was not yet rising, she took Linger around in the house.

"Linger, has Xiao Sha recently gone to the Soft Fragrant House? The girl in the building, have you seen it?"

Linger nodded and said, "He still goes every day. The girl's name is Keren. I went to see her, but the aunt there said she didn't pick up customers, so I didn't see her."

Man-chan asked: "Not picking up customers? Because Xiao Sha? Or do you give not enough money?"

Linger said with a doubt: "No, I took the money, and the aunt didn't look at the amount of money at all. Moreover, she recognized me and told me not to do much."

There was a moment in Man's heart, but his face was as usual. A girl in the blue house did not pick up the guests, and the old lady in the blue house did not look at the silver, but she easily saw through the identity of Linger ... She was contemplating her eyebrows, and suddenly heard a scream from a short distance, but her voice was not loud, Hoarse, depressed and desperate.

She frowned and asked, "Who's voice?"

Linger shook her head blankly. They walked around the courtyard wall, followed the sound, and saw a locked courtyard door. She made a leap and entered the yard lightly.

It was a shabby courtyard, located in a remote place, with deep trees in the garden, narrow and curvy trails, and uneven roads. The dense branches crossed vertically, like a large, tight net, blocking the sunlight above their heads.

Moving forward slowly, the hoarse cry became clearer in the ear, making her walk in the dense forest with a gloomy feeling.

"Master, why is there such a place in General's Mansion? I don't know who is so horrible!" Linger followed her, twirling her horns gently.

After walking through the dense forest, I came to a few dilapidated houses. The door was closed, but it was not locked. She pushed it gently and opened it only after the door squeaked.

The room was set up one by one, and the yellow wall skin fell off in large pieces, and the ground was mottled.

There was nothing empty in the room, and she went through the three doors, and the darker it went inward. All the windows in the house were crucified, leaving no gaps.

Entering the last room, a strong, pungent stench rushed towards her, and she frowned intuitively, pausing to stop, the room was dark and difficult to distinguish. 2k novel reading network