Chapter 62

  Murong Feng smiled lightly, actually feeling a bit dazed. Ever since she heard Sima Minglang mention some things about Sima Rui, she had always felt a little guilty towards him due to her misunderstanding of him. She wasn't unaware of his kindness towards her, it's just that now she knew and her heart had softened, making her feel like she couldn't face him as calmly as before. Her heart would occasionally stir up waves, no wonder women who were in love were a bit neurotic.

  Simar Minglang walked down from upstairs and sat down in front of their table, smiling warmly: "What are you two talking about? You're so focused that even when your grandmother calls you, you don't know."

  Murong Feng smiled slightly, "Hello, Uncle Emperor."

  This isn't Sima Minglang's old residence, and there are many outsiders here, so she maintains at least a basic courtesy, lightly dodging Sima Minglang's concerned and warm gaze. Facing him always makes her heart skip a beat, and she can't help but feel secretly delighted. She's afraid that Sima Minglang will notice, which would make her feel embarrassed.

  "There's nothing much to do, the empress dowager just feels tired and there's no moon to admire, just looking at these consorts is meaningless, so she wants to rest." Sima Minglang's gaze faintly swept over Murong Feng's body, looking at Sima Rui, his heart unexpectedly had a hint of pain. She actually avoided his gaze, did she see the content in his eyes that exceeded familial concern? "Why don't we also leave and go somewhere else to listen to the wind and rain?"

  "Alright, alright." Sima Rui responded in agreement, saying excitedly, "I've been wanting to leave for a while now, but Feng'er thought it was interesting and wanted to watch for a bit. Now's the perfect opportunity, let's let Father Emperor handle things here, we'll head out. Besides, Big Brother and the others are also around, if anything happens they'll take care of it. Feng'er, how about we go to Guan Yue Lou? It's windy there, but we can still see the rain. What do you think? Royal Uncle, what about you?"

  Simarong Lang and Murong Feng nodded together.

  Three people quietly left Xiangfu Palace, the Empress Dowager returned to her room to rest, and this place couldn't hold on for much longer before dispersing.

  His Majesty is now completely preoccupied with Murong Xue and has not noticed their departure. Even if he had seen them leave, he would not have stopped them. It's not that he doesn't know Sima Rui's temperament; which annual celebration can he persist until the end? Being able to attend was already not easy.

  Siming Lang is even more unconventional. If he follows the rules and conventions, it's possible that Siming Lang would be sitting on the throne instead of himself.

  As for Murong Feng, the Emperor had a clear feeling that if he wanted to avoid being bored, it was best not to find fault with her. She was deeply favored by the Empress Dowager, and also possessed the Golden Token of the Sacred Emperor, plus she was intelligent and clever, definitely not an ordinary woman, provoking her would only lead to self-inflicted boredom.

  The three of them left quietly like this.

  Murong Xuan glanced over, smiled slightly, and felt a lot of guilt towards Sanmei in her heart. She thought that at the beginning, she had manipulated things to let Murong Feng replace Murong Xue. Now looking at her living a nourished life, and Sima Rui seemingly not entirely indifferent to her - at least from what she heard, Sima Rui rarely went to Yu Jiao Lou anymore, and stayed in the Fourth Prince's residence for longer periods each day. This brought some comfort to Murong Xuan's heart, and all she wished was for Sanmei to live a peaceful and happy life.

  The Guan Yue Lou, quiet and desolate, three people sat across from each other, the table held wine and dishes, the wind blew the curtains, the rain fell with a sound, far away from the hustle and bustle of the Xiang Fu Palace, their mood also became much more pleasant.

  Simarui suddenly remembered something and smiled, saying: "Maple, when you pretended to be Baimin, you played the flute. Yu Jiao has a deep memory of your flute sound and has always admired it very much. Huang Shu is an extremely confident person, and his flute music is indeed elegant and refined. It's different from the piano sound I heard from Snow Queen today. Snow Queen's piano sound contains too many emotions, which makes it feel redundant after listening to it. Why don't you play a flute piece today and let Huang Shu listen to it? Let's see if he dares to be so confident and look down on everyone else as before."

  Murong Feng smiled slightly, but in fact her flute music wasn't necessarily better than Sima Minglang's. However, it would definitely make them enchanted. She had Murong Feng's skills and the music of the White era, some of which they had never heard before, so they would naturally be fascinated. Since Sima Rui made this suggestion, at this time of wind and rain, she really wanted to play a tune she liked.

  What came to her mind was the song "Butterfly" sung by Faye Wong, she liked Faye's voice. In fact, Bai Min liked many things, but at this moment she missed Faye's cold and clear voice more, just like the atmosphere around her now, which was what Bai Min loved.

  The flute melody rises, lingering and clear, carrying the chill of the rain into the soul. For a moment, there is silence, only the flute melody in the rain, seemingly real yet illusory, elusive to grasp.

  Simar Minglang's expression was somewhat strange, the feeling this woman gave him was so strong and shocking, she could move his innermost heart, although her words were light, yet like the sea, unknowingly hiding countless contents. Suddenly he felt a little envious of Sima Rui, having wandered for half his life, yet never meeting such an interesting woman, some people are truly hard to come by, but the luckiest ones are those who meet at the right time.

  But he was unlucky and met her when it was too late, after she had already married.

  The song ended, and both Sima Minglang and Sima Rui were silent.

  "Maple, I really admire you!" After a long time, Sima Rui finally said with a smile, his eyes filled with deep affection.

  Simar Minglang just smiled slightly, "Indeed good!"

  For a moment everyone stopped talking, and all they could hear was the sound of the wind and rain.

  "Come on, let's have a drink." Sima Ming laughed brightly, "Otherwise it would be a waste of this scenery. Feng'er, do you want to have some?"

  Murong Feng smiled, "What's wrong with that?"

  Three people chatted and laughed together, drinking wine until they were satisfied. The wind and rain lasted all night, but no one knew when it stopped or how everyone dispersed and returned to their own homes.

  Just woke up with a start, and found herself sleeping in the arms of Sima Rui. All her sleepiness was gone instantly, and she quickly checked herself, but only to find that her heart was racing like a drum.

  Even if this body is Murong Feng's, the feeling is Bai Min's. She swore she didn't know how everything happened. She hadn't fallen in love with Sima Rui, maybe just a slight liking, and now not disliking him was all. How could she have promised her life to him like that?!

  However, as Sima Rui's wife, this is inevitable. Being drunk might even be a way to avoid embarrassment. Having traveled from a thousand years ago to the Great Xing dynasty for no reason, was it just to marry Sima Rui and become his wife?!

  What's good about him?

  Was it worth her coming back from so far away after a thousand years?

  Simarui slept soundly and sweetly, with a happy expression between his eyebrows, and Murong Feng's movements did not wake him up.

  The wind and rain outside the window had not stopped, Murong Feng quietly got out of bed, wrapped himself in a cloak, sat by the window, and stared blankly.

  She couldn't remember anything that happened last night, only that everyone was drinking together and having a good time, listening to Sima Minglang's stories and anecdotes. The wine wasn't spicy, but had a sweet taste, similar to the grape wine she had drunk before, which was very good. Later, it seemed like they drank too much, and then Sima Minglang said "Let's disperse!", everyone dispersed, and then... nothing else was remembered.

  What happened last night?