ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS 112. The Autumn Juhua Flower
No one knows for sure the whereabouts of Prince Nan Feng's biological son, but many say, his son was raised by Nan Feng in his padepokan and trained to become a reliable healer in the future.
"If he's alive, maybe my age." Xue Xue said to Bai Yueyin at one time, when Xue Xue was telling her about her uncle.
The sunken sun shines golden orange, wilderness and pastures that are usually overgrown with tall hao grass that looks flat and pale by white color. If in the spring, the eyes do not escape the sight of hao grass that swings with the blowing of the wind, and in the season gururur hao expanse is like a carpet of gold.
"Hhhhhh..." Bai Yueyin sighed, her hair partially blown out in the wind, her tears melting slowly as the funeral party disappeared in the distance, behind a small hill outside the palace where the cemetery was located.
Tiantie Hill was a sacred and sacred place, where the spirits of the kings ascended to the sky through the stairs after his death.
"I won't forget you, Your Majesty." whispered. The sadness was still stifling, the loss still made it seem as if it had lost half its life.
The twilight enveloped the four directions, on the glittering horizon, a cloud of fire burning, a shadow of itself strewn on the wall of the attic, like a thin, opaque wood, his shadow was faintly drawn on the wall of a wall that had been buffeted by rain and wind for hundreds of years.
"Your Excellency Nan, I'm sorry that I couldn't deliver you, as I should. I can't accompany you on your long journey, take good care of yourself. Walk don't look back even if I cry hard behind you." Bai Yueyin said as she raised her head high, her eyes closed tightly, letting the sky send warmth from there, just bidding on her wounded heart.
Finally, the sun slowly set behind the mountain, the distant moon crept up, the cold moonlight shining on his white cotton robe.
"Miss Bai, someone wants to meet." Nan Luoxia's roomkeeper suddenly startled Bai Yueyin.
"Who?" Bai Yueyin asked as she turned around.
"Mrs concubine Huanjing." The servant's reply made Bai Yueyin frown her forehead.
"Let him come."
Before long, Concubine Huan appeared, her pajamas looked pale and sleepless, her normally rippled beautiful face was deathly pale. She looked very different in her plain white clothes dangling and dragged on the floor. Her usual black hair, on her hood in the color of a robe, typical of a widow who is losing her husband, is a tradition in Niangxi of a widow after her husband is buried will cover her head for a year.
A strange sense of jealousy ran through Bai Yueyin's heart, how first it was to bother her after such a long time, seeing another woman who could be held the title of widow over the one she loved, she said, being able to express his sense of loss perfectly, while he was just wailing himself without any title, even though he knew His Highness Nan Chen loved him.
"Madam Huan's concubine..." That call made his mouth goofy on its own.
"Are you not taking part in taking His Majesty to the sky stairs?" He asked in a little wonder, this woman should be in the entourage of the king's wife on the last journey of their devotion to her husband, to the final resting place.
"I feel unwell, the doctor also advised me not to go to the funeral." Answer her nervously.
"But..."
"I'm not that important, Miss Bai." Consort Huan quickly found Bai Yueyin's disapproving gaze.
"Your Excellency Nan Chen may be my husband, but he has no feelings for me." Next lirih.
"Miss Bai..." Concubine Huan raised her chin high, the sorrowful sirat was so thick in her misty eyes.
"Your Majesty only loves you, all his life only loves you." He said firmly, without the slightest doubt.
"What did you say, madam? You can't..."
"Everyone knows His Majesty has never loved all his women, they are nothing but an outpouring of lonely desires and longing that does not come. But few people know which woman he misses. The woman who made me envious of her luck in seizing all of Her Majesty's love without being left at all." Concubine Huan said unbrokenly, that sentence sounded so deep.
Bai Yueyin was stunned, she did not expect concubine Huan to say all that.
"You can lie, but I know from how His Majesty looked at you last time. Never has His Majesty looked at people so longingly, as great as his way of doing to you. Finally I realized, you're the woman he called in half conscious and no, you're the woman he told me about as the Juhua flower..." Concubine Huan only blinked once when finishing that hanging sentence.
"Juhua Flower?" Bai Yueyin had even just this first time hearing herself being equated with the autumn lilies.
"Your Majesty once told me, in autumn the green leaves will turn yellow, the flowers wither and they will fall themselves from the trees.green, yellowing, then reddening gradually and become brown, fall one by one. The air will get colder and colder, especially if the sun is reluctant to shine in autumn. Of course, trees that are vulnerable to cold weather will fall faster. But His Majesty always said, there is only one flower that remains brightly colored until it withers, it is the Juhua Flower. He was not afraid of the weather and the cold wind, blooming heavily with each strand of the flower crown with a bright and strong color. The Juhua flower never lost its color as much as His Majesty's love for it. I'm glad that finally, I can meet the one whom His Majesty always misses." A drop of clear water fell on the cheek of concubine Huan.
"I'm just a fool, falling in love with him after hating him, while I ignore the love of others to me. The world is never quite frank, he gives a lot of puzzles. But, everything will become clear when someone has really left." Consort Huan wiped away her tears.
Bai Yueyin did not budge, she could barely contain the outpouring of her feelings that eroded every jealousy into an infinite void.
"I deliberately stole time to see you, Miss Bai. I want to say goodbye to you, before I return tomorrow to Beiyu Mountain where my true love is. If that Juhua meets his winter, stay there. Don't move anymore." The sentence sounded full of mistei and Bai Yueyin did not understand its meaning at all.
"Oh, yes..." Concubine Huan held out a long piece of paper from earlier in her hand.
"I thought it was painted for me, but after I saw it again, it turned out to be for Princess Nan Luoxia. Please give it to him and just say my salute to him." Concubine Huan bowed in front of Bai Yueyin like a servant in front of her queen, until her white veil covered her entire forehead. Then he turned around without speaking again, leaving Bai Yueyin who was even trying to digest all of Consort Huan's words in her confusion.
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BAI YUEYIN
CONCUBINE HUANJIN
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