C40

When Qimu arrived, there was still a bright moon that accompanied her, causing her to feel slightly warm. When she left, her first glance was filled with darkness, and every blade of grass and every tree that she was familiar with during the day were all tainted with a bone-piercing coldness.

Qimu lowered her head and quietly cleaned up the two bowls and the empty bottle. She had mixed emotions and was ready to leave quietly.

Farewell, apart from useless courtesy, also can't give that person a bit of comfort and strength, but only add to the sadness.

Qimu slowly walked a few steps back toward the small path. The hand holding the basket finally tightened slightly. Then, the corner of her mouth lifted up slightly. She turned around, and with a trace of inexplicable emotion in her indifferent voice, she said to Doctor Faang.

"Doctor Faang, do you not like my mother very much?"

His tone clearly carried a trace of ridicule and laughter.

Doctor Faang was already sitting on the tree stump at the entrance of Niu Village Village, and was still looking at the road that was not dark. Hearing what was said, he suddenly stiffened behind him, and then, actually chuckled a few times.

"Sad for his misfortune, angry for not fighting, with the support of his heart, he is powerless to turn the situation around."

That low voice, which seemed to have lost its sharpness, and also brought with it strands of entangling and decaying voices, reverberated in Qimu's heart and rippled for a long time.

If not, that person would be the only daughter of the general. With her cowardly and selfish behavior, he would definitely kill her himself.

A descendant like her was the only stain in the general's life that could not be erased.

But to General Yu, Yang Yu (Qimu's mother's real name) was a treasure much more important than his own life. Thus, he could only choose to close his eyes, cover his heart, and wholeheartedly protect and love the General.

No matter what, that person was the apple of the general's eye. He was supposed to be like the so-called young miss of the capital, living a leisurely life of luxury, admiring the flowers and looking at the moon. He didn't expect that in the end, he would end up like a farmer's wife …

When he thought of this, he always felt that he was sorry for saving the general's life, and felt deeply guilty and uneasy.

"Right."

Qimu replied softly and left without looking back. Her back seemed to carry a sense of decisiveness as she walked with a steady pace.

The days were still long, and things would have to be done slowly. There would come a day when she would have to drink a little, but her heart was still a little tired.

Go back and sleep.

"..."

The red alley of Wutong Town, the gentleness of a man.

Especially the Flower Tavern in Red Lane, which was famous across the world.

The women inside, even the most ordinary maids, were all the old maids. They were carefully selected and cultivated for many years. They all had bright eyes, red lips, and were very pretty.

let alone a real girl in the Flower Tavern? They often made fun of each other and made a lot of men lose their heads. They hugged their beauties and swore: "I would like to stay here forever, drunk in your arms, and be a passerby from now on."

There were a total of seven levels of Flower Tavern, and each level was extremely particular about welcoming guests.

The first or second floor was filled with guests that looked like flowing water. There were large merchants with their waists covered in gold and silver that roamed about. It was not that the small and medium-sized merchants did not wish for this, it was just that they did not have the strength.

The third or fourth floor was for guests with status and reputation. They were usually the sons and young masters of large families that came from Wutong Town or other Jiangnan City. Of course, there would also often be males from various places who had come by admiration.

Four or five levels, for the entire Donghua Empire, were for the most important and respected guests, for the most part, the royal families, and for the most part, the ministers.

Very few people entered the sixth floor. It was said that the last time it was opened was ten years ago for a man who looked like an immortal …

On the seventh floor, everyone had never heard of it before. Just what did it look like?

That night, on the seventh floor of the Flower Tavern, stood an elegant youth dressed in profound clothes.

He lazily reclined on the imperial concubine chair inlaid with gemstones. His eyes that were like blossoming peach blossoms continuously moved about, unwittingly but intentionally exuding traces of romantic feelings, as if he was lightly teasing someone's heart.

Not far away from him, on the exquisite Persian carpet, was a graceful young lady. She knelt on the ground with her head lowered, and her fair and delicate hands danced with the wind on her zither. Her slender fingers caressed the strings of her zither.

She was young, but there was already a bright and charming look between her eyebrows. She also faintly revealed the innocence of a young girl, her figure was graceful, and her temperament was not ordinary. She was precisely the beauty who had become famous in the recent days of the Flower Tavern for her melodious and gentle "Yang Chunxue" — — Lady Chuixue.

Chuixue, who was at the age of twelve, carefully played the zither while gradually being unable to endure the restlessness in her little daughter's heart. After thinking about it, she bit her red lips and quietly glanced at the boy who was leaning against her at an extremely fast speed, following her thoughts.

In an instant, two faint red clouds flew over her fair face. Even though the person on the chair did not seem to look at her directly, she was still distracted. Her uncontrollable hand trembled slightly. This tune was broken …

A round drop of blood fell between the strings of the zither. It was so enchanting that it dispersed, startling her heart a bit.

Chuixue's body trembled slightly as she stood up and knelt down on the ground, her entire body appearing like the most obedient and obedient servant. She slowly raised her head, yet her eyes were looking at the floor, her graceful appearance, teary eyes, and soft voice that could make people feel pity for her.

"Please forgive me, young master."

After a long time, there was no zither music coming from inside the room. It was so quiet that Chuixue could clearly hear her own shallow breathing. With every breath that passed, her heart tightened, but she could not see any response from the young man in the Imperial Consort's chair.

Chuixue's body trembled even more violently. She remembered the words Nanny Lee had said when she came here, and at that time, Nanny Lee had held her hand, her gaze deep as she repeatedly warned, "Xiao Xue, you're going. Just play the zither well, be careful, focus, and don't be wrong, and don't randomly look at the words, you just have to play the zither well, understand?" If you're wrong, then I won't be able to protect you if that person really does pursue the matter!

A burning hot tear slowly rolled down her beautiful face. Chuixue tightly pursed her red lips; she had already broken the rules and didn't dare to say another word. She curled her slender body into a ball, like a stray cat that had no place to warm up in the middle of winter.

Chuixue, maybe after tonight, if you really are as free as the snow, from then on, the prime of your life will be long gone, and this person will no longer be in the Mortal Tower.

She knew very well that if what she said sounded good, then she was the manager lady of the Flower Tavern. If what she said wasn't good, then she wouldn't be as clean and magnanimous as the sprinkling maids of the large families.

No matter how beautiful her appearance or how beautiful her complexion was, she was just a plaything pet for those with power or influence.