Chapter 138 Departure
Zhu Huaizhen discovered that she was actually the happiest when they set out for Jiangcheng, the capital of Southern Chu.
She and Tu Mi packed up their belongings early and went to watch a play.
Tsk tsk, once I go to Nanchu, I will never be able to listen to operas in peace again.
Zhu Huaizhen was seen lying on a beauty couch surrounded by black lacquer and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, holding a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies, moving it back and forth, his posture as lazy as a Persian cat.
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
Zhu Huaizhen likes "Peach Blossom Fan". Paired with a mouthful of rich and colorful tea, such as sesame salt, bamboo shoots, chestnuts, loofah kernels, walnut kernels, spring immortal seagull, swan osmanthus, rose, and Lu'an sparrow tongue bud tea, life is simply perfect.
Unfortunately, another uninvited guest came, and it was Princess Rongyang Zhu Huaishu.
"Zhen'er, if you insist on going to Nanchu, I can't stop you. But I will protect my mother from getting hurt. In this life, my mother and I have let Concubine Xue down." Zhu Huaishu bowed deeply, his face full of guilt.
"Don't worry, you protect yours. I'm really just going to look for an old friend." Zhu Huaizhen waved his hand nonchalantly.
Alas, Zhu Huaishu is too concerned and confused.
Her mother, Concubine Xue, suffered misfortune after the country was destroyed.
Then, the same should be done for Bai Chenfei.
This time she went to Nanchu, her purpose was the same as everyone else's, which was to destroy Nanchu.
"Zhen'er, actually I still want to persuade you not to go to Nanchu. Nanchu is the territory of Lian'er and A'niang, you can't defeat them." Zhu Huaishu sighed helplessly, then turned and left.
But, even if you can't win, you have to fight.
She only had one mother, but she was murdered.
Others thought that she had forgotten her hatred.
How could she forget!
The warm, mellow jade wine, white and cool like water, is likely filled with tears of longing. I fear I won't even be able to eat the food before me, my stomach filled with resentment. "Empty fame in a snail's horn, tiny profit in a fly's head," the mandarin ducks are torn apart. One on this side, the other on that, each sighing deeply.
Zhu Huaizhen ordered another play, "Romance of the West Chamber", and Tu Mi wanted to listen to it.
As a result, Chen Mingan appeared.
"Aren't you going to pack your things?" Zhu Huaizhen couldn't help but frown.
No matter how much she is annoyed by being disturbed while listening to opera, it is still because she does not understand opera.
"Zhenzhen, I borrowed A Niang's BMW. We will get in together then." Chen Mingan said softly.
Chen Mingan knew that Zhu Huaizhen was in Southern Wu and must have been driving a BMW when going out.
"We? How many people?" Zhu Huaizhen asked casually, yawning.
Actually, it doesn’t matter what kind of carriage you take.
Anyway, there will definitely be something unexpected.
"Me, you, Lian'er, Concubine Bai, Princess Rongyang, and Lou Li." Chen Ming'an thought Zhu Huai was really interested, and his eyes lit up instantly, like fireflies on a summer night.
"Chen Ming'an, can we add Tu Mi? She is very skilled in martial arts." Zhu Huaizhen whispered.
After hearing this, Chen Mingan thought that Zhu Huaizhen had something to ask for, and immediately agreed happily.
However, Zhu Huaizhen turned over and ignored him.
Yet, it is the end of spring in Pu County, east of Pu County. The doors are shut tightly in a quiet temple. Flowers fall, water flows red, and I am filled with idle sorrow, silently blaming the east wind.
This is "Romance of the West Chamber". After listening to it, Chen Mingan felt inexplicably sad.
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