He stood on a tall building with his hands behind his back, looking down at the lights of the city. The cool night wind blew up the corners of his dark robe, but he didn't dare to tease him. There was no ripple on his cold face, and his eyes looked deeply at everything under his feet, as if he absorbed everything but there was nothing.
"What do you mean?" He asked calmly after a while.
Qiao Yu stepped forward and handed over a piece of letter: "Just received it."
Xiao Yi opened the letter and read it carefully, and couldn't help laughing: "This Yuwen Tai, he really thought of me for once. I... also want to know the answer." He said the last sentence almost with gritted teeth, cold and angry. Qiao Yu lowered his head and said nothing. He knew that Xiao Yi was really angry this time.
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The night fell, and the dark sky was rainy and desolate. The corners of the imperial city were eroded by such a dark night, which made people feel uneasy. It was already late at night, and in the quiet and peacefulness, there was a faint smell of something unusual.
Xiao Yi had nothing to do today, but he didn't rest. He seemed to be concentrating on reading, but also absent-minded. It seemed that he was... waiting for someone. Qiao Yu called out from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Concubine Xu sent someone to invite you to the Green Ai Pavilion."
Xiao Yi was startled when he heard this, then he put down his pen and responded. The door was pushed open, Qiao Yu came in and put on his outer robe for him, muttering in a low voice: "It's really strange."
He seemed not to have heard it, and continued to adjust the corner of his robe. A slight curve appeared on the corner of his lips, but there was no smile in it.
It was very cold outside, which was completely different from the warm indoors. He subconsciously pulled his collar up and slowly walked along the corridor in front of the palace towards the Green Ai Pavilion. The night was very quiet, and his heart was filled with sadness, joy, pity and ridicule. The palace maids held vermilion palace lanterns in their hands, and the lights shone through, emitting a hazy light. Xiao Yi was in a trance for a moment and stopped. Qiao Yu also stopped and asked, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
Xiao Yi looked up at the night sky. It had become much brighter without him noticing, with a faint red halo. Fine snowflakes fell silently.
"It's snowing..." He murmured, but saw the falling snow dense and fast, covering the outlines of the pavilions and towers in the distance. Looking at the scene, for some reason, a woman's fluttering skirt and her lonely eyebrows vaguely emerged in his mind. He saw the woman with her graceful neck raised and her waist straight. He saw her noble and sad face in the moonlight. He saw the red satin skirt dragging across the willow-wood corridor. He suddenly feared that she would walk on like this forever, cold and lonely, and disappear into the hazy moonlight.
Perhaps Qiao Yu was dazzled, as he actually saw the indelible desolation and sorrow on the body of this unrivaled man.
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Zhao Pei sat in the Green Ai Pavilion anxiously. This pavilion was originally a place for the concubines to gather, but unfortunately there has never been such an opportunity until today. But today, it was her and him.
She prepared some wine and food, and sat stiffly at the table, mumbling her words over and over again. She shuddered at the sight of the fine wine on the table. Maner stood at the door and watched, and when she saw the palace lanterns in the distance, she hurriedly called out, "Madam, the emperor is here."
Zhao Pei shuddered again and hurriedly stood up to greet him. Xiao Yi happened to step into the room, his face as cold as ice. He glanced at her with cold eyes and was stunned. Zhao Pei had dressed up specially today, with a light pear-shaped makeup, pure and beautiful like a lotus, prouder than snow. Her dark eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her eyes were flowing like water. She wore a light red gauze skirt over the silver-white cloud satin. The weather was cold, but she was wearing very thin clothes.
Zhao Pei stood beside him with a smile on her face. She took off his fur coat for him, feeling the cold air from his body. Her hands trembled, but she still smiled.
"Have you seen the mountains and rivers of Wei? I don't think you are interested in the barren wilderness." Xiao Yi took the hot tea handed to him by Man'er and asked coldly.
Zhao Pei was stunned, secretly criticizing Yuwen Tai's excuse, and said awkwardly: "I have never seen it before, I just went to see something new. It's nothing more than that." After saying that, Maner glanced at her.
"What happened today? I remember you said you didn't want to see me again." Xiao Yi looked at the delicacies on the table, his tone was sinister, and he stared at Zhao Pei inquiringly. Zhao Pei didn't dare to meet his gaze, she lowered her eyes to the wine glass and said with a smile: "It's all in the past. After my experience, I realized how precious this feeling is. Your Majesty, please don't take what I said before to heart."
Seeing her acting so humble, Xiao Yi's heart choked. He stared at her with narrowed eyes and said solemnly: "This is not like Peipei's style. Is it a Hongmen Banquet?" The low voice was full of invisible oppression. Zhao Pei's heart was shaken, and she looked up at his urging eyes and smiled faintly: "Qi Fu, what are you talking about? I just want to apologize, why are you making it so difficult for me?"
Zhao Pei held her chest high and met his deep, probing eyes with a faint smile on her face, not knowing that her clothes on her back were soaked and sticking to her body, making her feel uncomfortable. (To be continued)