When Li Song woke up, it was still dark, and the room was silent. A lamp was dyed on the red sandalwood embossed chi pattern table, barely illuminating the dim room. Li Song frowned, sat up from the bed, and slowly looked around with his dark and deep eyes—the red lacquer inlaid mother-of-pearl raised table, the blue curtains, the four screens painted with evergreen bamboo rhymes, and the wall hanging on the left hand side. a sword.
This is his room in Ruyang Palace.
Li Song's expression was a little strange, his hands clenched into fists involuntarily. Ruyang Palace was ransacked five years ago, he has been away from this place for many years, why did he suddenly come back
Li Song remembered that he was riding between two snow-capped peaks, when the ground suddenly shook, and the snow on the top of the mountain fell without warning, and the avalanche crashed, and he was buried under the snow. Didn't die? Li Song raised his hand, and under the dim light, he saw that his hands and feet were healthy and there was no abnormality, so he couldn't help being even more puzzled.
Maybe it's a dream.
Li Song glanced out of the window, the morning light outside the window was faint and dense, it seemed that there had only been a light rain at night, and there was a damp smell in the air. He sat calmly on the head of the bed, leaning against the silver embroidered pillow, his face sinking like water. When the first ray of sunlight outside the window fell into the room, he slightly raised his eyelids, the light-colored butterfly-shaped birthmark under the corner of his eye faced the rising sun, it was extraordinarily soft, making his whole face much brighter. Li Song narrowed his eyes slightly, he hadn't experienced such a peaceful morning for a long time.
There was a sound of footsteps coming from the corridor, and they stopped outside the mullion door. Someone pushed the door open and walked into the inner room, saying: "Young master, why did you get up so early today? It's not yet dawn. Didn't you go out at noon, and you can sleep for a while."
It was Lu Shi, Li Song's servant.
Li Song frowned and stared straight at him.
Lu Shi had served him for decades and was loyal to the Li family. However, when the Li family was raided, he was called back to his hometown by his elderly mother. Hearing that there was an accident on the way, he went there after a few days. Why is it here? Li Song's eyes deepened, if it was really a dream, it would have been too real.
Seeing that he was silent, Lu Shi was a little puzzled, and asked again: "Master, what's wrong with you today? But what's wrong with you, I'm going to ask the doctor to take a look." If it was the past, Li Song would definitely not bother to answer He, however, didn't say anything today, he just lowered his head and rubbed between his brows, without saying a word.
"Master?" Lu Shi said.
After a long time, Li Song said hoarsely, "I'm fine."
Lu Shi looked at Li Song suspiciously, and saw that there was nothing unusual about him except his complexion. Lu Shi didn't ask any more questions, and after serving Li Song to dress and wash, he left the room and prepared to have breakfast brought in. As soon as one leg crossed the threshold, someone rushed in head-on, went straight to the inner room without even saying hello.
The only one who can act recklessly in Ruyang Prince's Mansion is Li Xiang, the eldest lady in the mansion.
Li Xiang was wearing an apricot-yellow blouse embroidered with silver-patterned butterflies and a skirt with blue background and white flowers, and it stopped beside Li Song's bed like a gust of wind. Because she was born beautifully, with red lips and bright teeth, apricot face and peach cheeks, even if her eyebrows are straight and her eyes are straight, she does not have a delicate and charming charm. Li Xiang pouted and questioned, "Brother, why haven't you done what you promised me?"
Li Song looked at her, frowned indiscernibly, and said half aloud, "What?"
Seeing that he didn't respond, Li Xiang thought he wanted to repent, so he took out a small white-glazed celadon bottle from his sleeve and stuffed it into Li Song's hand. "Here is Wushi powder. I ordered someone to buy it from outside. You promised me to give Wei Changhong food, you can't go back on your word." After that, Li Xiang saw that Li Song didn't respond, and said softly: " Brother, you also know that I don't want to marry that Wei Changhong at all. Only this way can my father and mother resign the marriage willingly. Please, aren't you going to Yuhe Tower today? I heard that Wei Changhong Go too? Just give him this thing... "
Wei Changhong.
Li Song lowered his eyes, looking at the blue porcelain bottle in his hand, some things that he wanted to forget gradually filled his mind. He left for five years, traveled all over the country, saw rivers, lakes and seas, but he still couldn't get rid of the obsession in his heart. Whenever anything related to her is mentioned, he can't help but lose his mind.
Seeing that Li Song didn't say a word, Li Xiang couldn't help being a little anxious, stomped his feet and called "Brother". Sitting on the head of the bed, he grabbed Li Song's arm and said, "Brother, this Wushi San won't kill Wei Changhong, it just makes his reputation worse. I'm a girl, so I can't sacrifice my reputation to retire. Darling, right? It’s all my parents’ fault, why do you want me to marry him.”
Li Xiang muttered, and worriedly told him many times, until Li Song frowned and said, "Okay."
Li Xiang immediately fell silent.
Li Song put the celadon vase in his palm, without looking at Li Xiang, he said, "Go out."
Li Xiang knew that this was a sign of impatience, and wanted to say something more, but seeing Li Song's expression was gloomy and cold, and he was a little timid after all, so he reluctantly walked out of the room. After Li Xiang left, no one was talking about him, Li Song sat quietly for a moment, thinking of Li Xiang's warm body temperature when he touched him just now. The touch is too clear to be like a dream at all. He leaned over and hit the mattress heavily. The canopy bed was firm and only shook slightly. Li Song raised his hand to cover his eyes, seemingly calm, but his body was tense, his arms trembled slightly, as if trying to restrain some emotion.
This is not a dream. Ruyang Palace is still there, and Li Xiang is still a fourteen-year-old girl, but he went back to six or seven years ago.
It's just that Li Xiang had ever been engaged to Wei Changhong? Li Song remembered that his father and mother had this idea, but one year of hunting, Li Xiang first had a conflict with Wei Luo, and then shot and injured Wei Changhong with an arrow. The marriage of the two families fell through, and his parents never mentioned it again. this matter. Why is Li Xiang already engaged to Wei Changhong now
Li Song lay motionless on the bed for a long time before he slowly placed the palm covering his eyes. Those eyes were unfathomable, with a faint light, and the eye sockets were red, no one knew what he had just decided.
Yuhe Building, private room on the second floor.
Li Song was wearing a navy blue and plain silk gown, sitting behind a black lacquered table with an open window behind him. He leaned against the window lattice, with his eyelids half-raised, casually looking at the people around him. These people are his old friends, all of them are playboys, idle, and at the moment they are sitting around the small table and throwing dice with great interest. Li Song used to be one of them, but now he is not interested at all. Xu Shi has been wandering outside for too long, and he is already unfamiliar with this kind of life, and it is difficult to integrate into it.
Li Song slowly whirled around the edge of the teacup with cracked celadon ice, thoughtful, and hasn't said a word since he came in.
A young man in a black robe with twigs and lotus pattern came up to him, looked him over curiously, and said deliberately: "There is something wrong. What's wrong with our Young Master Li today? Why are you so silent? This pair of Lu counts you Playing the best, you don't participate now, is it because you are afraid that your brothers will lose too badly? Hey, you should say something, are you in a bad mood? Who messed with you?"
This is Shen Hongsheng, the youngest son of the servant of the household department. He has always had the best relationship with Li Song.
Li Song turned the cup in his hand and said softly, "It's nothing."
Shen Hongsheng didn't believe it. After looking at him for a while, he suddenly realized: "I heard that you invited the Sixth Young Master from the British government today. Why, do you want to deal with him? Isn't he going to marry your sister soon?" , are you not satisfied with him?"
Li Song was quiet for a moment, turned his head to glance at Shen Hongsheng, and said, "You talk too much nonsense."
Shen Hongsheng choked, touched his nose embarrassingly, and sat back on his seat. Well, feelings are his meddling business.
The atmosphere in the private room was hot, and the drinks were changed from table to table. When everyone was excited, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Wei Changhong appeared at the door of the private room. He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe embroidered with gold and honeysuckle patterns, his hair was tied up, and his clothes were neatly dressed, which was incompatible with the atmosphere of the private room. The people here were sitting or leaning, swaying to and fro, out of shape, but Wei Changhong straightened his back, his eyes were clear, and he glanced around the room calmly, falling on Li Song, and said straight to the point: "There is something wrong." ?”
Everyone in the private room looked at him, maybe it was because the nobility of the children of the aristocratic family was too dazzling on him, those who drank stopped drinking, those who played Shuanglu stopped playing, and they all sat upright silently.
Li Song looked at Wei Changhong, scrutinized him quietly, and felt that this person was somewhat similar to the Wei Changhong he knew, but also somewhat different. He raised his chin slightly, pointed to the seat opposite the small black lacquered table, and said a simple word: "Sit."
Wei Changhong was not timid about him, he stood for a moment, sitting behind Li Song, still had cold eyes, but spoke less.
Li Song poured a glass of wine into the celadon glass and put it in front of Wei Changhong.
Wei Changhong didn't move, just looked at him, presumably waiting for him to tell the reason for inviting him over.
The corners of Li Song's mouth turned up, saying in an unclear way: "It's not poisonous."
Wei Changhong wasn't afraid that the wine might be poisonous, there were always guests coming and going in Yuhelou, and if something happened to him, they wouldn't be able to escape, but they just didn't want to drink. However, the dandies around him all stared at him, as if they had predicted that he would not dare to drink, their eyes were full of gloating. Wei Changhong picked up the ice-cracked wine glass in front of him without changing his expression, drank it down, put the wine glass back on the table, stood up and said, "If nothing happens, I will leave."
Li Song told him to stop, "Why are you all right? What am I calling you for today?" He said with a smile, "Mr. Wei is so temperamental. I respect you for this glass of wine."
Picking up the wine glass on the table, he raised his head and drank cleanly.
Following his movements, something fell out of his sleeve and rolled down to Shen Hongsheng's hand.
Shen Hongsheng picked it up, and asked with a "Huh", "What is this?"
Li Song's expression remained unchanged, his lips curled up slightly, and he said, "Five Stones."
Shen Hongsheng: "..."
Wei Changhong looked at Li Song fixedly, his eyes turned cold for a moment.
Li Song took Wushisan back from Shen Hongsheng's hand, held it in the palm of his hand, gradually squeezed the porcelain bottle with force, and the powder of Wushisan spilled out from his palm and fell on the small black lacquered table. A drop of blood flowed out from Li Song's palm, mixed with the powder of Wushisan, and solidified on the table. Li Song raised his eyes to look at Wei Changhong, his eyes were quite sarcastic: "Don't worry, there is no such thing in the wine you drink. You have a good sister, if she knows that I tricked you into taking Wushisan, she might even go to me Poke another hole in your body."
The people in the private room were stunned by this scene. Shen Hongsheng opened his eyes and asked, "A Song, don't you feel pain?"
Li Song didn't answer, his eyes were cold, and he looked at Wei Changhong with a half-smile.
Wei Changhong frowned slightly, his tone was dull: "What did you say?"
Li Song only thought he was acting, and said: "But I'm a little curious, why did you agree to this marriage? Wei Luo didn't tell you, did I shoot the wound on your hunting ground?"
At this time, not long after the hunting competition should have passed, Li Xiang shot and injured Wei Changhong. It is really strange that Wei Changhong did not withdraw from Li Xiang.
Wei Changhong was silent for a moment, his eyes became more indifferent, he only glanced at Li Song, and walked out of the private room without looking back.
That look... how should I put it, it kind of looks like looking at a lunatic.
After Wei Changhong left, Shen Hongsheng said to Li Song: "Are you crazy? Can this thing be crushed with your hands? I see that you are not quite right today. The fifth girl of the Wei family, Wei Luo, was ten years ago. She just died, all right, what are you talking about her for..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Song held his shoulder tightly with the other hand. Li Song's expression was terrifying, and he asked word by word: "What did you say?"
Shen Hongsheng said: "I said you are crazy..."
Li Song involuntarily increased his strength, Shen Hongsheng wailed, and continued to tremble: "Wei Changhong now only has one younger sister, who is the daughter of Master Wei Wu's second wife, what is her name...it seems to be Wei Zheng. Oh, what did you say?" That Wei Luo, Wei Changhong's twin sister, died ten years ago... Hey, how do you know her? I only knew about it from my mother." As he spoke, seeing Li Song's expression gradually blurred, The strength in his hand also loosened, and he said again: "But it's a pity, looking at Wei Changhong's appearance, then Wei Luo must be born with a beautiful country when he grows up, it's a pity..."
died.
Wei Luo is dead
This is impossible.
Li Song stared blankly at his bloody palms. He clearly remembered that little girl pushed herself into the water when she was six years old, teased herself on the street when she was seven years old, and they met at the Lantern Festival when they were fifteen years old. Zhao Jie is engaged... Li Song slowly withdrew his hand, he didn't even care to pick out the broken porcelain in his hand, got up and left.
Shen Hongsheng shouted from behind: "A Song, where are you going?"
Li Song couldn't hear anything.
Ruyang Palace.
After Li Song came back, he immediately ordered someone to investigate Wei Luo's matter, and they soon found out.
It turns out that there really is no such person as Wei Luo in this life. Wei Luo was not dead as Shen Hongsheng said. She was taken to the street by her stepmother Du Shi when she was six years old. It is said that there was an accident on the road, and the six-year-old Wei Luo was snatched away by human traffickers. I can't find it anymore. When the British government and Wei Kun first heard the news, they were sad for a while, but as time went by, the name Wei Luo was gradually forgotten by everyone, until now, few people would mention it again.
Li Song listened to the news brought back by Lu Shi, and leaned expressionlessly on the rose chair with huanghuali openwork and curly moire patterns, his eyes were slightly closed, and his palms were tightly holding the armrest of the rose chair.
Lu Shi was puzzled: "Master, what are you investigating this person for?"
Li Song didn't say a word, Shaoqing slowly raised his hand, waved it, and signaled Lu Shi to go out.
He wanted to be alone.
After Lu Shi left, Li Song sat alone in the room all afternoon.
He thought that if he didn't do anything this time, he would be able to see her for a while longer, but he didn't expect that God would be so cruel to him, even if he was reborn, he wouldn't give him any hope. Li Song bent his lips bitterly, picked up a book on the desk, and covered his face, not wanting others to see his expression.
Two days later, Li Song went to the British government because of the marriage between Wei Changhong and Li Xiang.
In this life, the two families have not yet turned against each other, and the attitudes of the British Duke and Wei Kun are considered amicable. After discussing matters with them, Li Song bid farewell and left the British government. It's just that there was something wrong with the carriage suddenly, the British government arranged another carriage for him, and it stopped at the corner gate of the Duke's mansion. Li Song walked to the corner gate, got into the carriage, and told the driver to go back to Ruyang Palace.
The moment he lowered the curtain, he turned around from the corner of his eye, and happened to catch a glimpse of a shadow flashing in the corner of the wall next to the corner door.
Li Song paused, and looked over there again, but there was nothing, as if the glimpse was just his hallucination. The carriage drove slowly and walked out of the alley. Li Song almost blurted out: "Slow down."
The coachman hurriedly shouted "Woo", and stopped the carriage on the side of the road.
Li Song looked at the corner of the wall just now, stared intently for a long time, finally couldn't resist the intuition in his heart, stepped out of the carriage in a strange way, and walked towards that corner. He walked very slowly step by step, afraid of disturbing something, and also afraid that he might be mistaken. It was clearly only a dozen or so steps away, but it seemed as long as half a lifetime.
In the end, Li Song stopped in front of the corner and asked inside, "Who's inside?"
For a long time, no one responded.
Li Song said again: "Come out."
Still silent.
Are you really wrong? Li Song lowered his eyes, and felt a sense of loss in his heart for a while, feeling very lost, feeling that his whole body was hollowed out, and it was meaningless to live again. He clenched his hands into fists and slammed heavily on the wall in front of him, with such force that he smashed a hole in the wall. The back of the hand was also injured, and it was stained with blood.
Suddenly, a slight sound came from inside the wall, like a frightened kitten, full of panic and fear, despite trying to suppress it, it was still captured by Li Song.
Li Song was startled for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the corner without hesitation, tightly grasped a section of the wrist, and dragged it out—
The person in front of him suddenly stood in the sun, his almond eyes wide open, his cherry mouth slightly open, his thick eyelashes like the wings of a butterfly, fluttering and fluttering, flying into Li Song's heart. Although she was wearing a simple lotus-colored dress at the moment, and her hair was combed into two shiny thick braids, it still couldn't conceal how beautiful this face was. Li Song stared at her so tightly that his eyes became sour and his heart became weak. After a long time, his eyes turned hard, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Wei Luo."
Wei Luo was about to pull back her wrist, but she couldn't, she was startled when she heard the sound, and asked, "You know me?"
Li Song opened his mouth several times, but he didn't say a complete sentence.
Finally, he closed his eyes, his body trembling uncontrollably.
It's not just acquaintance, he recognizes her even when she turns into ashes.