Because of the puppet's problem, Xun Chengfeng postponed his plan to return to the Jingzhou faction, but he still made people keep a close eye on the situation of the Jingzhou faction and the Fangshan faction.
That night, Jinxiu was listening to the opera troupe in the pavilion in the garden outside the palace. This time they were not asked to sing the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meeting on the magpie bridge, but Wu Song Fighting the Tiger.
After Wu Song beat the tiger to death, Jinxiu laughed softly, and it was at this time that the drunk Xun Chengfeng came to find her.
?Because he was drunk, his steps wobbled a little when he walked, but his eyes were astonishingly bright.
The troupe retreated tactfully, and the garden fell silent.
Xun Chengfeng looked at Jinxiu, and suddenly said:
"The Jingzhou faction is gone"
Jinxiu's body froze, she sat like a rock, the cool night breeze blew by, she subconsciously wanted to tighten her clothes, but she felt that her hands were heavy and she couldn't lift them up.
When Xun Chengfeng said this, the expression on his face was unexpectedly lonely, his eyes that were too bright after being drunk seemed to have been soaked in tears for a few moments.
His sadness was so obvious, as if he wasn't the one who swung the butcher's knife at the entire Jingzhou faction on her father's birthday.
Jinxiu sneered in her heart, but asked Xun Chengfeng with a slightly surprised expression on her face:
"Brother Cheng Feng, why did the Jingzhou faction disappear suddenly? Besides, isn't it a good thing that the Jingzhou faction is gone? You should be happy, why are you sad?"
Xun Chengfeng didn't answer Jinxiu's words immediately, she looked at her, as if she was looking at another person through her.
In his drunkenness, he stretched out his hand eagerly and weakly to grab her hand. Maybe he felt that her hand was too cold, so he warmed it for her on his own¡ª¡ª
He has always been such a gentle and meticulous person. After wearing a mask for a long time, he even wants to show his goodness to deceive her when he is drunk.
Jinxiu smiled, her smile was full of sarcasm, and with the other hand she tried to pick off Wan's hairpin, indifferently thinking if she could kill the person in front of her with one blow.
The person in front of him didn't notice the murderous intent, he still lowered his head to warm the hands of the little girl he brought out from the dead, and then said in a hoarse voice:
"Tell me, will she blame me?
Yes, she hates me that much
The Jingzhou faction is gone, and all traces of her past and I are gone
She, she will never come to my dream again"
His voice was very low, incoherent, his voice trembling slightly, and his back seemed to be bent even more by the grief in his heart.
Compared to him, Jinxiu sat upright, like a cold plum standing in the cold wind and snow, nothing could bend her.
Suddenly, without any warning, a tear fell from his eyes and hit the back of her hand, causing her to shiver beautifully.
Xun Chengfeng is used to speaking deceptively sweet words, but he is actually a person who is very reluctant to reveal his true inner thoughts.
But at this moment, maybe because he was drunk, or maybe because of something else, he actually started to peel his heart.
After speaking, he fell asleep like this.
Jinxiu withdrew her hand forcefully, wiped away the tears on the back of her hand, and said coldly:
"She hates you so much that she wants to skin you and cramp you. She wants to send you to the 18th floor of hell and never be reborn. She is also worried that death will free you from your sins, so she wants to leave you in loneliness and grief. You ruined her life." So, you still want her to go to your dream?"
The woman who used to listen carefully to his thoughts has been covered with bruises, but now, even if he peels off a heart, it is useless, because there is still a bloody past in between.
She no longer believed in him, nor did she want to love him anymore. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com