Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Chapter 161 Fu Ying's Painting

Yu Hu covered her swollen face, tears streaming down her face, but she still insisted, "My lady, I did this for your own good!"

Concubine Chun glared at Yu Hu and asked through gritted teeth, "For my own good? Tell me, how can you do that for my own good?"

Yu Hu wiped her tears and continued to explain: "My lady, the master said early on that he would present you to Prince Bao. You are destined to enter the palace!"

Yuhu's voice was filled with deep sadness and helplessness, as if she also felt powerless to this unchangeable fate.

Concubine Chun listened quietly with a bitter smile on her face. She knew in her heart that this was her inescapable fate and an inseparable part of her family's interests. However, deep in her heart, there was an unspeakable pain that continued to spread.

"If you really hand over that letter, it will completely ruin you and the Su family!" Yu Hu's words were like an extremely sharp sword, deeply hurting Concubine Chun's heart.

Of course she understood that if the letter was exposed, not only would her own reputation be damaged, but the Su family would also be implicated.

Concubine Chun took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent waves in her heart. She smiled self-deprecatingly: "In the end, it was all for the Su family."

This sentence is full of helplessness and bitterness, which makes people feel deeply distressed for her.

A trace of guilt flashed across Yuhu's eyes. She lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Concubine Chun's angry eyes.

"So you let me live in self-deception. I thought that he accepted my feelings by accepting the ear of corn... He distanced himself from me because I became a princess in the palace. Ha, you made me so ridiculous and lost my dignity, and you still dared to say it was for my own good?"

Concubine Chun's voice revealed deep disappointment and uncontrollable anger.

Yu Hu's face turned pale as paper, and her lips trembled slightly. She wanted to explain, but for a moment she didn't know where to start.

At this point, Concubine Chun laughed, with endless sadness and self-mockery in her laughter. Her thoughts involuntarily recalled every little bit of the past, and her past obsessions.

However, everything has become the past, and she can only face this cruel reality with a smile.

Concubine Chun laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes. She gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands, then slowly stood up and walked towards the window step by step.

She looked at the lonely scenery outside the window, and an inexplicable complex emotion surged in her heart.

"Your Majesty..." Yuhu called softly. She really didn't know how to comfort Concubine Chun and could only stand aside silently.

"I have always loved him and respected Empress Fucha, but what did I get in the end?"

Concubine Chun's voice trembled, and tears kept sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto her clothes, forming clear water stains.

"It's just a sentence. You and I don't have a deep friendship..." Every word was like a sharp sword, piercing her heart mercilessly.

Concubine Chun bit her lips tightly, her heart filled with despair and anger. She had once placed all her emotions on that person without reservation, but in the end she got such a cold and ruthless response.

She felt that she had been cruelly fooled and all her efforts had been in vain.

Concubine Chun raised her head, her eyes gleaming with determination. In this case, she should stop blaming herself for being cruel. She decided not to be swayed by emotions anymore, but to strive for power and status in her own way.

After Fu Heng talked with Concubine Chun, he felt a little strange. After his duty was over, he hurried to Changchun Palace. His steps were hurried and anxious, wanting to talk to Wei Yingluo as soon as possible. He missed her very much in his heart.

Fu Heng looked outside the hall and saw that it was empty. It was not as lively as usual. Only Qingyun was standing there. He asked anxiously, "Qingyun, where is Yingluo? I have something important to ask her."

Qingyun has now completely accepted Fu Heng. She smiled and pointed in the direction of the kitchen: "Guard Fucha, Yingluo and Mingyu are accompanying the Queen to prepare food for the Emperor in the small kitchen."

Fu Heng nodded gratefully and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you." Then he hurried towards the kitchen.

When Fu Heng saw Wei Yingluo, he felt relieved.

He walked quickly to her side, eagerly took her hand, and wanted to take her out to talk.

Seeing Wei Yingluo being pulled away by Fu Heng, Empress Fucha and Mingyu couldn't help laughing, with expressions of watching a good show on their faces.

Fu Heng hurriedly bowed to Empress Fucha, his face blushing like an apple, "Sister, I have something important to say to Yingluo."

Empress Fucha smiled and waved, "Go ahead, Yingluo is not missing here."

Mingyu also covered her mouth and laughed, "Yes, but Guard Fucha can't live without Yingluo."

Wei Yingluo also felt a little embarrassed, and the two of them quickly walked out of the kitchenette.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Wei Yingluo asked curiously.

Fu Heng looked anxious, "Yingluo, today Concubine Chun stopped me in the corridor..." He quickly told Wei Yingluo in detail about what happened to Concubine Chun today.

Wei Yingluo listened carefully, and after thinking for a moment, a sly look flashed in her eyes, "So that's how it is, Master, do you still remember what Suizi looks like? Draw one for me."

Fu Heng nodded and asked in confusion: "Why is that?"

Wei Yingluo raised the corners of her mouth slightly and smiled confidently, "Of course, it's better to be prepared."

Seeing that she was so mysterious, Fu Heng didn't ask much, but just looked at her curiously.

The two soon arrived at Wei Yingluo's room.

As soon as she entered the room, Wei Yingluo asked Fu Heng to sit down, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them on the table, then began to grind ink for him.

Fu Heng picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to draw the ears of corn.

There was a harmonious atmosphere between the two, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

From time to time, Fu Heng would steal a glance at Wei Yingluo who was grinding ink seriously, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, thinking silently in his heart: "If we get married, it will be like this, right? Grinding ink, writing, and chatting together every day..."

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Wei Yingluo heard Fu Heng's laughter, raised her head and looked at him puzzledly, and asked curiously: "Master, what are you laughing at?"

A blush appeared on Fu Heng's face. He scratched his head embarrassedly and said softly, "Yingluo, I want a tassel." There was a hint of coquettishness in his voice.

After hearing this, Wei Yingluo pouted and pretended to be angry, "Oh! Master, it turns out that you are smiling so happily because this tassel is so exquisite."

Fu Heng quickly waved his hands and explained: "No, no, I was thinking that if we get married, you will grind ink for me every day..."

As soon as he said this, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have said something he shouldn't have said, which was a bit 'inappropriate'. His ears turned red instantly and he quickly closed his mouth.

Wei Yingluo laughed, and her clear and pleasant laughter echoed in the air.

She looked at Fu Heng's shy appearance and her heart was filled with joy.

She turned her head, with a sly and arrogant look in her eyes: "No, why should I grind ink for you every day, and you have to grind ink for me every day too."

After saying this, Wei Yingluo winked mischievously.