"She gave me a cup of 'burning love', and I gave her a cup of 'Meng Po' in return, which is considered...reciprocity." Xiao Yi said faintly, with a sad feeling that he tried his best to suppress in his words. When Qiao Yu heard "Meng Po", he stared at him with a complicated and seemingly indifferent look, and was immediately shocked and hurt.
The snow finally stopped at dawn. Zhao Pei leaned on the couch and stared blankly at the snow outside the window. She sat in the posture she often did when she was injured, without saying a word. If it weren't for the occasional blink of her eyes, one would have thought she was dead.
She seemed to be waiting for something, such a long and tormenting wait. Even if every minute and every second was like a knife cutting her, she still waited stubbornly. Maner stumbled and pushed the door open and rushed in, panting and saying, "Mother, mother! Someone is coming!" As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a dark crowd of people behind Maner. She recognized the man in the lead, it was Qiao Yu.
Zhao Pei actually breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Qiao Yu, who looked gloomy. He waved his hand and said softly, "Eunuch Wang, you announce the decree." Then, a eunuch in brocade clothes slowly unfolded a bright yellow brocade and read it aloud.
She didn't listen carefully, but just stared at the dazzling yellow, a symbol of nobility, power, and his. It could decide a person's life or death at will, cold and heartless. But Zhaopei never thought that one day this would happen to her.
"So ordered!" the eunuch finished reading in a rhythmic voice and looked at her with a bit of sarcasm and disdain.
Zhao Pei smiled sadly and lowered her eyes to hide her loneliness. When she raised her eyes again, she was clear-headed again. Qiao Yu was also depressed, but he had no right to do anything. Zhao Pei looked at Qiao Yu and suddenly said, "Ruhua is safe now. Someone will arrange for you to meet later."
When Qiao Yu heard the word "Ruhua", he took a few steps forward involuntarily, as if he wanted to say something. His Adam's apple rolled several times but he held it back. After a while, he said coldly: "Your Majesty, it's useless to say anything now. Let me take you on your way."
He didn't look at the wine cup with a strange cold light, but saw the woman smiled calmly: "The wine given by Qi Fu, Pepe can't refuse..." The thread of love and hate entangled her life like the endless water grass under the water, strangling her neck so that she couldn't break free and couldn't breathe. In fact, love or hate. The essence of the matter is to engrave him in your life and never forget him.
Qiao Yu frowned slightly. He really couldn't bear to watch this woman leave in front of him. Back then, she was just a carefree girl who loved to tease him. Her laughter reached the sky, and people couldn't get angry with her even if they were angry. But now... all the national hatred, family hatred, love and hatred weighed heavily on her. She often smiled like a puppet, beautiful and charming but numb and cold. How much of the mood in her youth did she still remember
Zhao Pei held half of the jade pendant in her hand, and an image of a lonely and gaunt figure under a green lamp emerged in her mind, as if she was talking to herself: "It must be a difficult journey for him... alone..." Qiao Yu couldn't tell who that "he" was.
She was already holding the wine glass, looking at her own peaceful smiling face reflected in it.
"Qiao Yu, please give him a message for me..." Her red lips slightly parted, and every word she spoke was painful, as if every word had taken all her effort.
After that, she drank it all without any regrets. She saw Qiao Yu's red eyes, smiled lightly, threw the wine glass away and slowly poured it on the couch. She slowly closed her eyes in a blank, but she always saw a cold and lonely figure. He was wearing a cold black robe, with a silent brow and deep eyes. He always stood far away, stubbornly refusing to come closer.
The pain in my stomach was like a knife cutting, but my heart hurt even more.
The last person she wanted to see was him.
Knowing her own heart, she no longer felt regretful. Even though... .....she realized it too late. With countless gorgeous flowers blooming around her, Zhao Pei felt like she was rising up like a bubble, and finally burst into disillusionment with a "bang"... ...
Qi Fu... ...he uttered the last two words, and then shed the last tear in his stubborn figure.
Qi Fu... ... So it's you... ...
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"The prodigal son has been gone for ten years, and the prostitute lives in a house of self-pity. I climbed the tower and looked out, only to see the distant trees covered with smoke. The plain is so vast, how many miles away are there? The sky and the water are pressing against each other, and the mountains and the clouds are of the same color. The mountains are blue and merge into the Han River, and the water is flowing unpredictably. Who can see the birds flying, crying with only one wing! Why is the moon not clear in autumn, and why is the moon not clear in autumn? What's more, it's a prostitute's tower, how sad it is! At that time, the dew withered the orchids in the courtyard, and the frost sealed the steps. I sat and watched the long belt, and turned to see the thin waist. The autumn water was full of waves, and the autumn clouds were like silk. The sun was dark and about to set, and the wind was coquettish and crossed the river. I complained about the brocade of the palindrome, and you missed the song of going out of the frontier. Longing for each other, how can the road be so long! My hair was fluttering and gradually messed up, and I sighed with sorrow in my heart. The sorrow was lingering on my green eyebrows, and the crying was full of red powder. It's over! The autumn wind rises and the autumn leaves fly, the spring flowers fall and the spring sun shines; the spring day can still come, but the guest will never return."
The atmosphere in the hall was heavy. The air solidified into a ball and pressed down on Qiao Yu who was lying on the ground. He couldn't raise his head and couldn't breathe.
"Did she say anything?" After an unknown amount of time, the man standing by the window, who was standing sternly and coldly, finally said something. Qiao Yu raised his eyes slightly and replied in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty... before she left, the Queen said... she didn't hate you, she... only hated herself." After saying that, he remembered Zhao Pei's faint sadness and melancholy during the Qingming Festival. He choked up in his throat and couldn't help but say more: "When the Queen left... she was very calm and quiet... I... heard the Queen mutter two words when she closed her eyes..." He fell silent halfway through his words.
Xiao Yi looked at him indifferently, with a disappointed look in his eyes, and he continued speaking. Qiao Yu replied after a long while: "Yes... Your Majesty, your nickname..."
It was like falling pearls, hitting his heart, bouncing and expanding the pain, which could never be healed. "Is that so..." These two weak words flowed out from his heart full of sorrow, like a hum or a question, but still wrapped in layers of pain.
The cold light shone through the lattice on his body, blurring his expression. Qiao Yu did not look into his empty eyes, because he knew that the deeper he looked, the more he could see Xiao Yi's silent and thorough sorrow. He lowered his head for a long time in silence, and Xiao Yi's desolate figure remained in his mind, lingering.
He killed his own tenderness with his own hands, but he was helpless. I remember a long time ago, he once said to himself, some things... ... It's better to be open-minded, maybe it will be better to let go. Qiao Yu didn't know what he meant at that time, but now he knows that Xiao Yi has become even colder and more aloof. Without Zhao Pei, there is no one who can warm his heart anymore.
Qiao Yu's chest felt tight, and a trace of pain crept up into his heart, tearing at it. Were these two people really torturing each other to death
Qiao Yu hastily turned his eyes away and stared at the cold marble. So he didn't see the crystal light that quietly seeped out from the corners of Xiao Yi's eyes, which passed across his cold face in the flickering light and fell silently on the collar embroidered with a golden dragon pattern. It was soaked in the black and could no longer be seen clearly.
That was the first and only time Xiao Yi cried in his memory. (To be continued)