Sixty-third bowl of soup (three)

In the quiet room, Feng Jin, who had already returned to the room to rest, did not lie on the embroidery bed, but sat by the window, with the moonlight outside shining in, shining on the snow-white pipa in her arms.

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

Whether it is a boy or a girl, after she dies, she will leave some thoughts for Prince Su so that he can survive and return what the host owes him to him.

She will get married soon, and she will not sleep alone from now on.

The pipa in her arms was quiet and silent. The snow-white picnic body was shining by the moonlight, reflecting a strange and moving light. Feng Jin hugged the pipa and rubbed her little face gently on the pipa twice. There was still endless sorrow between her eyebrows. Her eyes were always full of affection, as if she was about to shed tears. Although she had left the Forgetful River, she was still entangled by the emotions there and never forgot about it.

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

Let's wait.

As I endured it, everything was over.

Feng Jin doesn't need sleep, she can stay away all night, but she can't help but feel sad. Only holding this pipa can she calm down a little. Living is always a painful thing.

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

After asking this, Feng Jin chuckled softly, carried the pipa to the table and put it down, then walked to the bed by himself, took off his embroidered shoes and slids and socks and lay down.

But she can't actually sleep.

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

It would be fine if I could remember it, but I was confused again and didn't know anything.

The next morning, Prince Su got up early. Lai Fengjin asked the maid several times. The answer he got was that the princess had not yet got up, but she sat alone at the door waiting, without bothering the dirty ground there. She sat down as soon as she lifted the brocade robe. She was really not artificial at all.

Feng Jin didn't sleep all night, and she didn't like someone to serve her at night, so the maids who watched the night were far away, so naturally they knew nothing about her situation of not sleeping all night. Feng Jin knew in her heart that she was different from others. Even with her body, the weirdness shown by 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, Prince Su cannot wait for a long time. Feng Jin opened the door and saw him sitting at the door, and couldn't help but smile and said, "What is the prince doing?"

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

Feng Jin smiled softly, but she could not eat, "Then I'll wait for me, but I haven't washed it yet."

"Okay, I'll wait."

Feng Jin smiled at him again and turned into the room. Prince Su stood at the door while smirking. He could beat Feng Jin and was laughing all the time.

After another stick of incense, Feng Jin had packed up. When Prince Su saw her, he first sighed with great beauty from the bottom of his heart, then coughed twice, concealed his cowardice, and grabbed Feng Jin's hand: "In a few days, our wedding day, are you ready?"

"This is natural." Feng Jin smiled." I said I wanted to marry the prince, how could I go back on my word?"

Prince Su was not afraid of heaven or earth. He was a selfless prince on weekdays, but he turned into soft fingers in front of Feng Jin. He smiled and did not hide his anxiety: "I'm just afraid that you will suddenly change your mind and refuse to marry me."

He has been struggling since the emperor gave the marriage. Should he be patiently waiting for Feng Jin to have a grand wedding, or should he get married when she is willing to marry him? He has been struggling and struggling for several months. Now the wedding is finally ready, and she will be his Princess Su in three days.

A legitimate couple, she is no longer the bright moon in the sky that he longs for but cannot get, but the delicate flowers that can be held in his arms and love freely.

"I promised to marry, so of course I want to marry." Feng Jin was amused by his nervousness. "The prince doesn't have to be nervous. I am here and I will not turn into a butterfly and fly away."

Prince Su smirked again.

After the two of them finished their breakfast, Feng Jin sat in the pavilion of the palace playing the pipa. Prince Su stared at her with one hand holding his cheek with an obsession. After the song was finished, Prince Su's saliva was almost flowing.

With the white jade finger pressed the last sound, Feng Jin looked up to see Prince Su and asked, "Is it good to play?"

"Okay." Prince Su nodded foolishly." But what kind of song is this? Why have I never heard it?"

It sounds nice and the skills are everyone, but he feels indescribable sadness and confusion from it every time.

Feng Jin chuckled: "This is a song passed down by my parents. It is said that it is called the sound of bones. It is said that it can bring the dead back to life and the bones will produce flesh."

Because, this is a song played with souls.

That's why it's so heart-warming and tear-jerking.

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

Feng Jin smiled, "I'll play another song for the prince."

This time she changed the song, and the tune was light and moving, which was very consistent with her current identity as a bride. Although Prince Su didn't understand, he was deeply infected. He shook his head and started to shake his head. After the song was finished, he was still a little unsatisfied, "Is it over?"

"I won't play anymore." Feng Jin said with a smile. "I don't like to play these songs. If the prince likes to listen, I will play them for you in the future."

"Okay, that's all. When we get married, you can play music 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. The gentleness made Prince Su dare not approach her too much--or perhaps it wasn't that she dared not approach her, but that she could not approach her no matter how hard she tried.

Days passed by minute by minute. At night, Feng Jin was still sitting in front of the window holding the pipa. She quietly looked up at the sky. From here, she could see the bright moon, so round and bright, but so cold, as if she had looked up to it countless times.

So far away, no matter how hard she tried, she could not reach it.

At this moment, Feng Jin suddenly heard a subtle voice. Before she could react, a tall black figure appeared in front of her. The man looked at her, his black eyes exuded complex emotions, and then hugged her.

"open--"

Before she could finish her words, Xiao Rong's face had already been buried in her neck. "Jin'er, Jin'er, Jin'er-"

He called her one after another, and tears fell into Feng Jin's neck. She felt very hot, but extremely cold.

Feng Jin did not scream, but let the man hold him. When his emotions gradually stabilized, he slowly pushed him away, carefully hugged the pipa separated between the two, and wiped the dust on it, as if he was afraid that it would be damaged by Xiao Rong.

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

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

"Jin'er--"

"No explanation is needed." Feng Jin sat down again. "You already have a wife, and I am about to marry my husband. It is best to treat it between you and me as if you have never known each other."

"Jin'er--"

Feng Jin asked him: "Do your wife know that after coming out so late?"

Xiao Rong's whole body froze, his eyes were filled with pain, and his love awakened in the memories sweeping over like a flood, but the reality is that he has another responsibility.

But Feng Jin is also his responsibility!

It was him who asked her to wait for him to go back in Xinglin, it was him who made a vow to marry her, it was him who wanted her body, and worshiped the world before her dying parents. They were already husband and wife, and he loved her so much.

But he forgot!

He forgot everything!

I forgot that I had a wife, and that my wife was waiting in Xinglin. I forgot it for almost ten years! When I first remembered everything, Xiao Rong wanted to kill him. Xinglin was isolated from the world, and it was a coincidence that he would come there. After his father-in-law and mother-in-law passed away, only Feng Jin was left. He actually let her live in Xinglin for nine years!

More than nine years!

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

"This is not your fault." Feng Jin said lightly. "You will forget, it is also an accident. Now you and I have their own ties. 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 our parents in heaven and earth--"

"My parents have passed away long ago. If you and I don't tell me about this, no one will know." Feng Jin looked at him, his eyes as if he didn't know him at all. "From the moment I learned that you forgot me, I will no longer be your wife. I wish you and your wife a long life. You will not come in the future."

But how could Xiao Rong let go? The moment when the memory was remembered, everything seemed to have happened yesterday. How did they fall in love with each other, how could they forget these things? "No - we can't do this, we can't do this, we are husband and wife! I am your husband, you are my wife, we said we'd grow old together, I remembered, Jin'er, I will never forget it in the future-"

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