Hongxiu listened quietly, then suddenly smiled. The smile on her lips was as dazzling as the Gesang flower on the grassland, shining with a brilliance that would last a lifetime.
"Then I'm relieved. I've always felt that, in my opinion, I could find someone better than you." Hongxiu chuckled softly, turned around, and left without looking back. The tears in her eyes finally fell, following the curve of her lips, and slowly landed on her clothes.
Yes, definitely.
Huangfu Mi stared at her back, uttered a soft murmur, and then said nothing more. He turned and leaped onto his horse, his elegant demeanor unchanged from when he first met Hongxiu—a gentleman, gentle and refined, who saved her from dire straits, and from then on she entrusted her heart to him. It was just a pity that love was not something that could be achieved by her alone; in the end, he did not love her!
He turned around and left without looking back!
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"What did she say to you?" Watching Huangfu Mi lead her horse over, leaving several neat rows of tracks in the snow, Meng Wan turned to the melancholy-looking Huangfu Mi and asked the question.
Huangfu Mi then came to his senses, glanced at Meng Wan, paused for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Do you believe her when she says she wants you to give me a few more sons?"
Meng Wan was stunned for a moment, but Huangfu Mi had already dragged her several steps ahead, and she jogged to keep up with him, pouting.
Wow—this man remembers nothing but the fact that he wanted to have children!
"Tell me, have you regained your memories?" she asked fiercely as she caught up with him.
"Oh? No, why do you ask?" Huangfu Mi blinked, her smile mischievous and playful.
Upon seeing this, Meng Wan blushed immediately: "It's nothing, just asking."
"Why are you blushing when I'm just asking you a question?" But he wouldn't let it go.
Meng Wan immediately got angry, kicked his horse, and retorted loudly, "Where am I blushing? Which eye of yours saw me blushing?"
"I saw it with both eyes."
...
Meng Wan was annoyed and furious. How could Huangfu Mi's personality have changed like this? Does amnesia change even one's personality?
But then she laughed again. What does it matter if he changes or not? As long as he is her Huangfu Mi, that's enough. Anyway, he will regain his memories one day, won't he?
...
As the sunset faded, her face, reflected in the afterglow, resembled a peach or an apricot, her posture elegant and graceful, yet still bearing the marks of a solitary, frosty beauty, making one unable to resist taking a second look.
Huangfu Mi did this, and so did Huangfu Yi, who followed at a distance, leading his horse.
He didn't know when it started, but he could never take his eyes off her again. When she laughed, he was happy; when she cried, he was more heartbroken than she was. This was probably a kind of feeling too.
Even if I can only bury it deep in my heart, what does it matter?
As long as those things that happened exist in his memory, as long as she truly existed in his life, that's enough, isn't it?
Just like that evening many years ago, he had talked with her and opened his heart to her. That day, her figure was buried in his heart. For so long, he accompanied her in searching for Huangfu Mi and watched her pretend to be strong. Although he never mentioned it, he secretly regretted it. If he could, he should have protected her by his side.
However, at this moment, looking at the two people who had been separated for so long, all my thoughts turned into blessings, and I only wished them well!
He thought, "Probably?"
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Newly adorned, she descends the red pavilion; deep within, spring's beauty is locked, leaving behind a courtyard filled with sorrow.
Walking to the central courtyard to count the flowers, a dragonfly lands on a jade hairpin.
Winter has passed and spring has arrived, another year has come and spring is here. Spring in Lanling is always late, and this year is no exception.
In the month of Peach Blossom, the wind is still a bit strong. The high-hanging sun is so clear and bright that it can warm the earth, but it cannot warm the spring breeze.
Meng Wan has always been afraid of the cold, and now she seems to wish she could wrap herself up in a ball and stay in the house all day, refusing to go anywhere.
It's so cold! It's so cold outside. She always feels like going out is a life-threatening experience.
For this, he was often ridiculed by Huangfu Mi!
He just couldn't understand it. She was dressed so warmly and always had to hug a hand warmer, but as soon as she went out, she complained of being cold. Her delicate appearance made him really wonder if this woman was the same Meng Wan who was fearless back in Western Shu!
However, Meng Wan scoffed at his mockery. What's wrong with being cold? It's not a mistake. Besides, the room is so warm and comfortable.
So he ignored his repeated invitations and refused to leave the small plot of land in the Prince Heng's mansion. He stayed in his room all day, occasionally taking a stroll in the courtyard when it was warm at noon. That was all he did.
That day, as usual, she went out for a stroll after lunch. After returning, she nestled on the soft couch, lay there with her eyes closed to rest. Just then, someone announced that the prince wanted to see her in his study.
Normally, Meng Wan would not have paid any attention to him, but now that she heard that the Fifth Prince had also come, she figured he must have something to discuss with her, so she put on her fox fur cloak and went to the study.
The brothers Huangfu Yu and Huangfu Mi were studying a bow and arrow when Meng Wan walked in. Before she could even greet Huangfu Yu, Huangfu Mi beckoned to her and smiled slightly, saying, "Come and take a look. This bow and arrow that Father just gave me is said to be made of yew wood. Look at the shape of this bow and its resilience. If you use it for hunting, you'll definitely be the best."
We brought her here just for this?
Meng Wan raised her eyebrows, her expression clearly showing some displeasure, but because Huangfu Yu was present, she did not make a scene. She simply said, "Then you can go hunting. What's the point of bringing it back to show off? You're just afraid people won't know how good Father Emperor is to you!"
He glared at her, his tone clearly carrying a hint of mockery.
No wonder, because Huangfu Mi had lost his memory and had been back in Lanling for a month, the Emperor had almost treated him like a Bodhisattva, doing everything he could to be good to him, always feeling that he had suffered these past few months.
So at this moment, whatever he wanted, the emperor gave him; even things he didn't say he wanted, the emperor prepared for him.
"Yes, he's so good to me. What, are you jealous?"
Huangfu Mi grinned and moved closer to Meng Wan, looking like he was asking for a beating.
Seeing this, Meng Wan felt like tearing his pretty face to shreds. She raised her fist and said angrily, "If it weren't for your amnesia, I would definitely teach you a lesson!"