Chapter 8: "Princess" and Tai Fu 008

Since then, Zhao Lixin's Princess Mansion has not allowed Fu's family to go further, even Fu Hongwen.
"Is the princess still reluctant to let me in?" Fu Hongwen couldn't hide his disappointment and smiled. "No problem, I'll wait for the princess at the door. When he wants to see me, I will go in."
Ben was his fault, and it was right to refuse to see him.
It was noon at this time, and Fu Hongwen, who reported daily, couldn't hold his body for a long time, but he thought and read, Zhao Lixin's heart was the softest. In case he remembered those good, missed him, and was willing to forgive him What about him?
The heat was so intense that when Fu Hongwen passed out, he was still thinking if Ruo Zhao Lixin knew, would he be half-hearted?
In fact, Zhao Lixin just sent someone to the Fu family to order to take him back.
Those subordinates learned that Fu Hongwen had fainted, and all of them were extremely anxious. They were completely different from Zhao Lixin who was still watching the information closely beside him. He knew that it was nothing more than fear that he would finally make up his mind and shake again.
Shake it passively?
Zhao Lixin chuckled, calling his servant to pay the house to buy sugar gourds by the way. He didn't tell the next person how much to buy, that person was also a scam and actually bought a handful of candied fruit. He looked at the man's uneasy expression that he thought he had done something wrong, and chuckled, and lifted him up to be a close-kick.
The cantaloupe is really not tasty at all. Zhao Lixin thought while eating.
If today's son's body is getting worse and worse, civil and military officials will speculate daily which emperor can have the ability to ascend to the throne. But after so many years of fighting, aren't there only three princes who have no incompleteness and are quite imperial?
Everyone feels that it is certain that the three princes will become future sons.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Lixin refused to enter the palace under the pretext of hearing illness. Liu Guifei, who was so miserable when she heard the eyeliner, was very happy. She didn't care, so she dressed up to please the emperor so that the crown prince could be settled down.
A peach tree in the yard, Zhao Lixin sitting under the tree looked up at the half-covered full moon and drank the wine in the glass.
After receiving a rumor from the Princess Mansion, Fu Hongwen hurried to arrive. He was wearing the Tsing Yi Zhao Lixin loved most of his daily life. He always told him that what he loved most was his temperament like a gentleman's bamboo.
Standing not far away, looking at Zhao Lixin who was drinking, Fu Hongwen was suddenly timid. He didn't dare to go, for fear of seeing the hatred in his eyes again.
It was because his love was not pure enough, because he was too concerned about it, and the promises he had made failed to materialize.
"You're here." Zhao Lixin smiled at Fu Hongwen, and raised his glass to him: "Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, you have been with this palace in the past years. I had wanted to live alone, and I was too lonely to call, only to call you of."
Even if they were not married, Zhao Lixin would go to Fufu after the Mid-Autumn Festival every year. At that time, the parents were extremely happy, they would always make a lot of things he liked to eat, and the family was lively and happy. Put the light in your heart.
After getting married, Fu Hongwen of the Mid-Autumn Festival will take him out to put a lotus lamp, like an ordinary couple, holding his hand to put the river lamp, and then his eyes bent into a crescent with a smile, saying to him hope His Xin Er can live a hundred years and have a good life.
Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Lixin's memory was not clear, whether to go to the corner of Princess Mansion to catch Jian, or to which woman to give abortion medicine.
He thought that Fu Hongwen still cared about him, otherwise how could he let him be so cruel to kill his children? But he was passionate about himself, and he was just afraid of his title as a princess.
After hearing this, Fu Hongwen felt a little distressed. He strode over to sit opposite him, raised another cup, and drank: "It doesn't matter, I can stay with you in the Mid-Autumn Festival in the future."
Zhao Lixin just smiled and didn't speak.
The moon was getting darker, and Fu Hongwen's face became more and more red. He chatted with Zhao Lixin, nothing more than remorse, remorse for his weakness, why he was not strong enough, and still regret the damage he had done to him over the years. .
Oh, remorse?
Zhao Lixin under the moonlight did not have any expression. Moonlight divided his face into two sides, one dark and one bright, and he looked at Fu Hongwen, just as he looked at Fu Hongwen with red ears and red eyes because of drunkenness. Touch me once? "
Just once.
Fu Hongwen froze, stretched out his hand and hesitated for a long time before touching it. He said, "Qing Qing, you still have me."
Time seems to flow back to that year, but Zhao Lixin did not hesitate to send the tip of the knife into Fu Hongwen's chest, the blood spread out from the hole, and gradually stained his large clothes.
"Will not."
In his future, there will be no more people like Fu Hongwen.
Looking down at the knife handle on the chest stupidly, Fu Hongwen smiled lowly. He grabbed Zhao Lixin's hand and refused to let it go. He murmured in his mouth: "It's good ... it's good ..."
The touch on the hand gradually lost the temperature, Zhao Lixin stared at Fu Hongwen's body for a long time, and finally pulled the soft hand away and let the other party fall to the ground. He picked up a plate of candied gourd. I don't know why. The sugar coating of this candied gourd didn't seem to be very thick, and the fruit was still sour, so it went straight into his heart.
"Yeah ... that's great ..."
That night, a fire broke out at Princess Chunan's Princess House. It was said that there were countless deaths and injuries. Even Princess Chunan and her horse went to Huangquan together.
Who doesn't know what happened to Princess Chun'an before? Everyone in the capital clapped and applauded, and even felt that this was the retribution of Princess Chun'an. It was just a pity that the stallion was not peaceful during his lifetime and was dragged into the water after his death.
After receiving a message from the palace to confirm that Zhao Lixin was really dead, Liu Guifei could not help laughing, worried that she had called her maiden, but she was waved out.
He was really dead, and this heart thorn was pulled out after all.
Liu Guifei smiled, but could not help the tears in her eyes. She remembered that the child was wearing a red dress, very petite and happy, and always loved to drill into her arms, and called her sweetly A mother-in-law.
But he was a boy, always reminding her how unbearable he was, always telling him that he would threaten Mingzhe's status.
She also thought that if Zhao Lixin were a girl, she would surely hold him as a pearl on the palm, the most favored princess in the world.
But why is he a boy?
Liu Guifei lit the paper and watched it burn quietly. She thought that whether Zhao Lixin was dead or not, how much paper money she could give him, she would never have to cast her in the belly to become a royal.
Her Mingzhe, after all, will inherit this throne, and there is no threat.
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