Blue Book Tribulation Phoenix

Chapter 70

After Wuji left, Fufeng ordered people to send all the porcelain to Qihuang Hall according to his will.Pushing open the door, she saw Qing Shu curled up on the ground, she hurried forward to help him up.

"My lord, why are you lying on the ground? You will catch a cold after a long time, the wind will help you up."

Fufeng waited respectfully together, Qingshu wanted to turn a blind eye, but it was not enough.He sat up slowly, accidentally touching a porcelain bottle with his arm.The porcelain bottle shook, fell to the ground and shattered.

Fufeng immediately asked someone to clean up the debris, lest Qingshu hurt himself.

Qing Shu looked around, how come there are so many porcelain vases and bowls in this room, almost catching up with the porcelain shop.

Seeing his confusion, Fufeng explained: "The emperor asked his servants to bring these things, saying that they are for you to use to relieve boredom."

"move out."

Fufeng looked at him in surprise: "But——"

"move out."

He lowered his head in embarrassment, Fufeng said softly: "My lord, don't be angry, I'll ask someone to put them where you can't see them."

She pondered for a while, and found that neither of the two masters could disobey the orders, and could only make a compromise.Go out and ask someone to come in, and move all the porcelain to the outside, so that you don't leave this room, and Qingshu won't feel troubled when he sees it.

The palace people entered the house, and it was no problem to sit there any longer.Qing Shu put one hand on the ground, stood up and walked towards the bed unsteadily.

"Miss Feng'er, go out after you finish moving your things, I feel tired."

Fufeng frowned slightly, the young master always lay down like this, his body should be limp.Besides, Nongliu has already taken action, so he should do something.

She stomped her foot lightly on purpose and let out a sigh, seeing that Qing Shu didn't seem to hear it, she made the sigh louder and sighed again.That sigh is full of sadness, even the peach blossoms that are blooming outside will wither sadly when they hear it.

Qing Shu stopped, turned around and looked at her: "Miss Feng'er, what's wrong with you, why are you so sad?"

While pretending that he didn't want him to see Fufeng, he deliberately showed him the way he secretly wiped his tears.

"My lord, your own affairs are enough to bother you, how can us slaves bother you with our own affairs?" As she spoke, her eyes turned red again.

Qingshu didn't know that Fufeng was a popular actress before joining the Mingjiao, and he believed her acting was real.When sad people meet sad people, their own affairs may not be clear, and it is good to be able to help others now.

"What's waiting for me is a dead end. I can't get out of this palace anymore. But you are different. Tell me what happened to you. While I still have some use in front of the emperor—"

"My lord, you are so kind. If I can't find someone to talk about what's in my heart, I'd like to die. Since you are willing to listen to me, let's go out to the yard to talk about it. It's so stuffy, it makes people feel breathless, and staying here makes me feel even more sad."

I also have the desire to die. If there is a way to survive, everyone will want to live, and no one is willing to seek death by himself.That's all, let's forget about my own affairs today and help her first.If there was someone willing to help me when it was the most difficult time, it probably wouldn't be like this now.

In the gazebo in the courtyard, after Qingshu sat down by himself, he also offered a seat to Fufeng.

"If there's anything you can't think about, girl, just tell me."

Fu Feng took out his handkerchief, three parts ashamed and seven parts resentful, with tears in his voice: "My lord doesn't know something, this servant feels like a knife has been cut in my heart, I only blame that enemy."

Qing Shu has never had much conversations with women, and it is even more impossible for him to know how to coax her.Seeing her crying sadly, the teardrops kept rolling down, hindering the defense of men and women, and I couldn't do it myself.He handed her his sweat towel and said, "Madam, please explain clearly, who is that enemy?"

Fufeng said shyly, "It's not someone else, it's my brother."

Qing Shu was really surprised, the court lady and senior brother?

Fufeng glanced at him, stopped crying, and said sobbingly: "That's my senior brother before entering the palace. Since I was a child, I have always pretended to be alone in my heart. But he, he has never seen me. What he likes is my junior sister. I have been looking forward to going out to meet him since I entered the palace, but seeing that the day is approaching, he sent a letter saying that he wants to marry my junior sister."

"Since he already has someone he likes, Miss Feng'er should stop thinking about him."

"If you forget, then what is my liking for so many years? Son, don't you think my senior brother is too unfair to me? He has never tried to like me, so how would he know that he won't like me more than his little junior sister?" ?”

"Everything is up to fate, Miss Feng'er, don't be too obsessed. If you like it, you like it, if you don't like it, you don't like it, so what can you do with this test? Otherwise, give him up and find someone who likes you?"

"The one who likes me? What if I don't like the one who likes me? Is it possible that I have to keep looking for it, and if I can't find the person who likes each other in my life, what should I do?"

"This—if someone really likes you, maybe you like him—"

Fu Feng wiped his tears: "Young Master, what you mean by this is that if I meet a fool who likes me so badly, I will try to like him too. Then I like my senior brother, why doesn't he try to like me? If you say Because he has someone in his heart, let me stop thinking about it. Then I also pretend to be him in my heart, should I let everyone else stop thinking about me? "

Qing Shu was a little confused by what she said, looked at the snow-white stone table, and finally said in confusion, as if answering her, and as if talking to himself: "I don't know."

Fufeng thumped and knelt down in front of him: "Damn it, son, you are also in this unsolvable situation, how can I make it difficult for you to answer. The emperor loves you too much. Although you didn't say it, But this servant can tell that you are pretending to be someone else in your heart. This servant has shed countless tears for her senior brother, and she just hopes that he will give me a chance."

"I don't blame you, get up quickly."

Fu Feng stood up and said: "I feel sad, so I can't help but talk so much. Don't worry about it, young master. The porcelain in the room will probably need to be moved for a while. The weather is so good today, so don't worry, young master. Sit here and relax. The servant will leave now."

An opportunity——Wuji also said that, it turned out that he was not the only one who was deeply involved in the situation.Fufeng asked himself the question just now, but he couldn't answer it, not because he didn't know the answer, but because he didn't want to think about it.In this deadlock, someone is destined to take a step back.

As soon as Fufeng reached the corner, he was grabbed by Nongliu.

"How about it, did you believe me, my lord?"

"Of course I believed it. I thought I was considered a famous actor at the time, not to mention that he was pure and kind. Before I left, I observed it. Young Master, he must have taken my words to heart."

"What you said gave me a headache and I didn't understand it."

Fufeng tapped Nongliu's forehead: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you will be fine if you understand. Even if he wavers a little bit in his heart, a shrewd person like the emperor will naturally see the needles, and the two people will hit it off soon. I What I have to do is to confuse the young master first, and make him doubt about his emotional decision, and the rest is easy to talk about."

The right time, place and people are in harmony, and only when all three are in place can we be comprehensive.Geographical advantages, people and Wuji are all occupied, and the rest is the right time.Wuji watched the sky at night, looking forward to God's help.

A few days later, at dusk, the sky was covered in gray pink in an instant. After a while, the sunlight was completely blocked. Behind the thick black clouds, the sun had set at some point.The dark clouds gathered and thickened, churning like the waves of the sea in the howling wind.

Without any notice, the rain poured down.The rain stirred up mist on the ground. This was a good opportunity for Wuji to wait, but it was a little early.According to the astronomical calculations, the rain should not come until tomorrow, and Wuji planned to invite Qingshu to take a boat at that time, so that he could take the opportunity to save him by doing some tricks to make the boat capsize during the heavy rain. Then let him be moved.

The torrential rain that couldn't wait to play disrupted Wuji's plan. Wuji jumped off the railing of Yiyue Building and wiped his face in the rain. He really shouldn't pin his hopes on God, knowing that he likes the same I did it against myself.

The rain hurts my body, my clothes are already soaked, do you want to go back and get an umbrella?After walking two steps back, Wuji turned around again.

Opportunity is still an opportunity, it just depends on how you use it.But Wuji couldn't endure it for many more days, at least to see him, one day is like three autumns, and in just five days, my thoughts have been flooded.

The courtyard door of Qihuang Hall was locked, and it would be troublesome to ask the palace servants to get the key now, so Wuji simply used the ladder to climb over the high wall.On such a windy and stormy night, there was a window in the bedroom of Qihuang Palace that was left open.

Wuji didn't appear here these few days, and Qing Shu spent more time thinking about things by himself.The conversation with Fufeng that day was replayed repeatedly in my mind, and I couldn't get rid of it no matter what.The hall was too quiet, only the slight sound of his own actions, and the windows and thick gauze curtains blocked all the outside sounds.

This night, perhaps the sweltering heat before the rain aggravated the depression in Qing Shu's heart, he drew the curtains and opened a window.I want to hear the sound of the wind, the sound of the rain, the rustling of the leaves in the wind and rain, the rain seeping into the land, and the fresh smell in the air.

Lightning and thunder, the raindrops hitting the glazed tiles made a crisp sound, and the windows were creaked and groaned by the howling wind. Amidst the rumbling noise, Qing Shu was temporarily disturbed from thinking and gradually fell asleep.

A flash of lightning tore through the sky, and the instant light reflected the ground as if it were day, and a figure was projected on the swaying casement.

Wuji held on to the window and looked inside, there was no light and no sound, Qing Shu probably fell asleep.Those court ladies were too careless, they didn't check it anyway, and they didn't even close the windows.

Wuji threw himself into the room, landed lightly on the ground, and inserted the window from the inside.Although he didn't make a sound, *'s clothes left a watermark on the ground.After his eyes got used to the darkness, Wuji lowered his head and looked at the ground. Although there was rain falling in from the window, it didn't fall around the bed.Qing Shu breathes evenly, if he is careful he won't wake him up.

"Tick, tick."

It's okay to walk in the carpeted place, but when you reach the end of the carpet, the water dripping from your body makes a sound on the floor tiles. It was originally a very small sound, but in such a quiet and empty room, it is amplified and makes people feel uncomfortable. feel concerned.

Afraid of waking Qing Shu up, Wuji retreated directly to the carpet, and lightly took off the top of his clothes.Then I went to the outside with bare feet to find a set of clean underwear and changed, and I ran over on impulse. Now that I am in this state, it is impossible to go back to Yiyue Tower. I'd better wait for the rain to stop and take advantage of it tomorrow morning Qing Shu left earlier before he woke up.

Living in the Qihuang Palace some time ago, Wuji is very familiar with the arrangement of things, even in the dark, he can find what he wants.He wiped his hair and face with a towel, and although he thought about nestling on the carpet for the night, he rubbed against the side of the bed unknowingly.

Lifting up a gap in the bed curtain, Wuji got in.

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Seeing them tangled and depressed, the author wrote an interesting branch a few days ago, and finally buffered himself.Zhang Wuji, you scum, you can't treat Qing Shu any better.If this continues, when will I be able to write the final chapter of this article? There will be no fewer stories in the future, but the progress will be accelerated.Bastard, you two hurry up and get together with me!