The Legend of the Ghost Concubine Chapter 10 part1

Feng Xi suddenly thought of something, and headed back, striding in big steps to the tenth prince's side. She said to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, pack me the most delicious and most expensive food from your inn" and bent her eyes like the moon and smilingly said to the tenth prince: "Tenth prince's treat". 

Tenth prince spread out his hand, and leaned over to Feng Xi Er's ears, mischievously saying: "If Eldest Miss is willing to marry this prince, this prince guarantees that you can eat delicacies of every kind everyday." 

This idiot really only knows to touch my sore spot, Feng Xi Er glared at tenth prince, and warned him in a small voice: "Hey, tenth prince, don't say those words that will spoil the fun, the both of us are comrades, alright?" 

Tenth prince put on a heart-wrenching look, Feng Xi Er took over the food packaged by the shopkeeper and strutted out, directly ignoring the tenth prince. Tenth prince felt 10,000 points of damage, lifted a corner of his mouth and smiled in a bit of self-mockery. Comrades? It seems to be not bad too; it will be quite fun. 

Feng Xi Er came out of the inn and did not return directly to the residence, but sneaked to the Jiu Zhong building, carrying the delicious food. 

Hong Jiu was playing the piano at the Life-death {Sheng si} room, clad in white with black hair, swaying with the wind. Feng Xi Er hid outside the window and was peeking in. She listened in a daze, and was fascinated. She always felt that Hong Jiu's zither has an undissolvable sombreness and a faint sadness in its sounds. Those hands with distinct joints, touching and plucking on the zither strings, his slightly lowered head with his eyes focused on the zither; Feng Xi Er looked at Hong Jiu's pair of eyes, and always felt that the look in his eyes were hiding a story.

The zither sounds stilled, Hong Jiu stopped playing the zither, and looked up to outside of the window. Feng Xi Er jumped near to the window, and waved to Hong Jiu. She smiled brightly, eyes and brows curved, her small cherry mouth opened and curved mischievously, revealing a small cute canine tooth.  She shook her five fingers, her voice as melodious as an oriole: "Hi, Ah Jiu….. It's me, Ah Xi". 

Hong Jiu looked at the person outside the window. How happy she looked when she smiled and how pretty she was, dressed in female clothing. The simple light blue gauze skirt lined her body and made her look like a small angel with her slim and graceful figure. She called him Ah Jiu, just like the loving way mother{Mu Fei} called him when he was young.

"Why did you come?" Hong Jiu reached out his hand and asked.

Feng Xi Er took Hong Jiu's palm and jumped in through the window. Hong Jiu closed the window and turned to look at Feng Xi Er.

Feng Xi Er adjusted her skirt, and fished out the delicious food from the cloth package in her waist. She handed it out in front of Ah Jiu and said with a smile: "I came here to see you, and also brought you delicious food".

Hong Jiu stared intently at the thing in her hands. 

Feng Xi Er smiled, and took one for herself. She took a bite first before handing it to his mouth, "There's no poison, it's very delicious".

Hong Jiu sat at the small couch and ate the food elegantly. Feng Xi Er sighed, even when he's eating he looks so beautiful, his sexy lips opening and closing, and when he is chewing, his mouth is always closed. How refined. 

That sentence is really true, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder[1]. The more Feng Xi Er looked, the more she found Hong Jiu beautiful. Although Hong Jiu is not her lover, but, is a special person to her. 

Feng Xi Er sat next to Hong Jiu, her phoenix eyes were rounded and looking straight at Hong Jiu eating. She asked: "Ah Jiu, what is the song you played just now?" 

Hong Jiu wiped his mouth with a square handkerchief, and faintly replied: "A song of separation". 

Feng Xi Er looked at such a calm Hong Jiu, and couldn't help but asked: "You are not happy?" 

Hong Jiu suddenly met with Feng Xi Er's eyes, and was shocked that she asked such a question. 

"I always feel that the song you play is too sad, and it seems that you aren't happy. Who are you playing this song of separation for?" 

"For my mother. She's dead".

T/n:

[1]Or 'lover' in literal translation

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