Chu Nanfeng's brows furrowed tightly, and there were various complex emotions in his dark eyes.
"Is there anything wrong?"
Lin Qingge asked aloud, then continued talking to herself: "Concubine An is really not liked by people. But I can see that she is really infatuated with His Majesty. It's a pity, there are so many women in the harem. Can we get true love?"
It cannot be said that there is absolutely none, but it is definitely one in a million.
As an emperor, he holds the greatest power in the world. Almost everyone loves and fears him.
A woman is really nothing to him, how much will he cherish her?
Even if Concubine An attracted his attention when she first entered the harem, she was only beautiful enough and from a good family background.
The probability of saying something like feelings from the mouth of an emperor is lower than meeting a ghost.
Lin Qingge didn't feel at all that Concubine An was sad about this, and then she grew to hate her out of love.
Now that Zhou Chengzhang is gone, she no longer needs to pretend, so she naturally wants to end up in the worst possible outcome.
"Since you know that there is no true love in the harem, why do you think Concubine An will commit suicide at this time?" Chu Nanfeng asked back.
Lin Qingge was stunned for a moment and was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "The child is gone, the husband has no hope, and she is desperate and has no other way to go, right?"
It's not that she said such depressing words. If in modern times, Concubine An, as the representative of Bai Fumei, could stand out from the crowd and be beautiful alone.
But in this era, it is conceivable that women in the harem who have no heirs will lead a miserable life after they grow old.
She didn't think it was incomprehensible that Concubine An wanted to leave with Emperor Zhou.
Looking at Chu Nanfeng, there was obvious doubt on his handsome face, and he obviously didn't think this matter was that simple.
"Nan Feng, since you think there is a problem with this matter. How about we lay out all the doubts and possibilities of this matter together, so that we can better understand this matter."
Judging a thing or a person is like doing an essay question. As long as the arguments are sufficient, the conclusion will naturally be the same.
Chu Nanfeng nodded slightly: "Concubine An is not a draft girl who was forced to enter the palace. She has been taught to enter the palace since she was born. So she knows better than anyone else what she will face when entering the palace."
"No matter how clear it is, she was still a teenage girl at that time, and she was full of fantasies about relationships. Besides, the emperor's appearance when she was young should not be bad. It is easy to attract a girl like her. It is normal for her to have feelings for him. "
"No matter how normal it is, the ups and downs of life in the harem, coupled with the tragic plight of other women, are enough to make her understand that some feelings cannot be trusted. As time goes by, her heart will naturally grow cold."
It makes sense, but...
Lin Qingge didn't speak, and just looked at Chu Nanfeng quietly, his eyes full of inquiry, and there was a bit of suspicion on his delicate little face.
Sensing the change in her expression, he raised the corners of his lips and tapped her nose: "Why are you looking at me like this all of a sudden?"
"Why, you can't look at it? My husband is handsome, so take a look at it more."
"Glib tongue."
"Who's glib? I think it's you, something is wrong." She watched him keep shaking his head, looking like he had a big problem.
Chu Nanfeng's eyebrows raised: "What's wrong?"
"I remember you went to the military camp when you were a boy, right?"
"yes."
The one-word answer was simple and clear, without any ambiguity.
But she curled her lips: "Why do I feel that things are not that simple? You are lying!"
He was stunned for a moment, but due to his character, he did not refute immediately, but looked at her and asked, "Why do you say that?"
Lin Qingge stood up, walked around him a few times, and finally stood in front of him again, looking at him in a condescending manner: "I don't have much contact with women, but I can understand so much. Why, you are so talented. ?”
As she spoke, her tone became sour: "It is said that those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are dark. Su Yunting is a playboy. I'm afraid you can't be fair at all, right? Chu Nanfeng, tell me honestly, how many Yingyingyans do you have? Yan, don’t let me wait for you to be tortured before you tell the truth!”
He looked at her pretending to be fierce, and instead of panicking, he laughed softly.
When I laughed at the end, I seemed to have thought of something funny. I laughed harder and harder, until I burst into tears.
"Chu Nanfeng, what's your attitude? You don't tell me the truth and you still laugh at me!"
Chu Nanfeng stretched out his hand to stop her waist, hugged her into his arms, looked up at her with a smile: "What do you want me to say?"
"How can you understand the thoughts of women in the harem so well!" She glared at him.
"I don't understand women, but I understand human nature. How can I still be passionate after being left out for a long time? It's not so much that An Guifei has completely lost her thoughts because of Zhou Chengzhang's matter. I'm more willing to believe that she With her backing up, all of us are pawns in her chess game.”
"piece?"
He pulled her down with a smile, their noses were touching, and they could feel each other's breath: "I tell you what the problem is, how will you repay me?"
She glared and was just about to express her dissatisfaction when his big hand clasped the back of her head and pressed it down, their lips touching each other. All the questions just now turned into love at this moment and merged into the long night.
…
Zhou Chengzhang was still buried with the courtesy of a prince.
Not only that, Emperor Zhou and Concubine An will also be present to see him off in person.
As a result, officials in the capital naturally wanted to seize this opportunity to increase their presence in front of Emperor Zhou.
Chu Nanfeng and Lin Qingge also went to Prince Qi's Mansion early in the morning to express their condolences.
After offering incense, Lin Qingge went to the back house to be with the female family members.
Not long after, a palace maid came over and said, "Young Madam, please come over."
Lin Qingge responded and walked in.
Concubine An was dressed in plain clothes, with no decoration on her head. Her face looked haggard, and her eyes were obviously swollen from crying.
"My wife has met your empress."
"Get up." Concubine An's voice was hoarse. She looked at Lin Qingge and sighed softly, and said paradoxically, "How uncomfortable would it be for Zhang'er to go on the road alone in such a cold weather? Qingge, what did he do to you before? This cousin is very caring, you should give him a ride."
"Don't worry, Madam, everything has been settled. My husband and I are also here, just to let Your Highness go on his journey in peace."
"Okay." She nodded slightly, glanced out the window, and suddenly said, "The guards in Prince Qi's Mansion these days have been arranged by General Chu, so there shouldn't be anything wrong, right? Now that we've reached this point, I really don't want to Extraneous problems will arise. Otherwise, Zhang'er will not feel at ease."
As she said that, she raised her hand and rubbed her red eyes: "It's the last day after all. You can support me to see him for the last time."
