The sound of stringed instruments is pleasant to the ears, the music is loud at the table, and the cups are clinked.
A family dinner came to an end in the drizzle.
The autumn rain is gentle, the red leaves are dancing on the branches, and the sound of rain fills the garden.
Song Lingzhi stood under the eaves holding an umbrella, looking up at the long and narrow strip of darkness above.
It was a long and narrow road, far less vast than the night sky outside the palace.
Song Lingzhi sighed silently.
Walking through flowers and caressing willows, fine rainwater gathered on the bluestone road. I accidentally stepped on my pair of satin beaded shoes, and in an instant, mud spots stained my shoes.
The coldness slid down the instep.
The maid behind him was holding a sheep-horn lantern and following Song Lingzhi not far away.
I looked up secretly and saw a graceful figure in front of me. Song Lingzhi's figure was light and graceful, blending in the hazy rain curtain, as if she was about to be blown away by the wind.
The maid was stunned for a moment, and felt curious, wondering if all the women in the Great Zhou were so beautiful.
While she was daydreaming, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. The maid turned her head inadvertently and was almost startled.
In the night, Wei Ziyuan's face was cold and sharp, and his amber eyes were deep, calm and dark.
The maid bowed hurriedly, fearing to offend the second prince who had just been brought back to the palace.
Wei Ziyuan said nothing and waved his hand to dismiss the palace maids.
A glass lamp with a flower basket shape hung under the eaves. Wei Ziyuan stepped on the light and shadow, slowly walked into the rain, and walked alone to the side of Song Lingzhi.
"Branches."
A mellow and hoarse voice fell in my ears, accompanied by the faint aroma of Jiannanchun wine.
Song Lingzhi turned around and was caught off guard by a pair of dim eyes. Song Lingzhi looked stunned: "Aren't you... back to the palace?"
She thought that the other person must be in the bedroom with the queen at this moment.
Wei Ziyuan remained silent, just staring at Song Lingzhi without blinking, without saying a word.
Song Lingzhi's lips curled up into a faint smile, and her long eyelashes blinked slightly. She was suspicious: "Why, why are you looking at me like this?"
Wei Ziyuan said calmly: "You are unhappy."
The smile on Song Lingzhi's lips froze a little, and he lowered his head and eyes.
Wei Ziyuan: "Is it because of... me?"
"Of course not."
Song Lingzhi blurted out.
The sound of rain is rustling, and the coldness penetrates the curtain. The palace walls are tall and majestic.
Song Lingzhi lowered his eyebrows and spoke the truth, "Wei Ziyuan, I don't like the palace."
She raised her head, her small face as delicate and smooth as jade, with a faint halo.
She was trapped in the red walls and yellow tiles for nearly half her life and died in depression.
Song Lingzhi raised the corners of his lips slightly, full of bitterness: "In the palace, I can only see a corner of the night."
Wei Ziyuan said softly: "Then let's go out of the palace."
Song Lingzhi hurriedly explained: "Wei Ziyuan, that's not what I meant. You finally found your parents, you should..."
Suddenly, Wei Ziyuan took half a step forward, stood tall, and his slender figure loomed over Song Lingzhi.
Two figures, one tall and one short, overlapped together.
His broad palm fell on Song Lingzhi's soft hand, and Wei Ziyuan held it with one hand. The two of them held an oil-paper umbrella together.
The umbrella handle shook, and Song Lingzhi couldn't break free, and the dark eyes that fell on his face were heavy.
Wei Ziyuan whispered: "Zhizhi, I only like you."
Rain and fog filled the air behind Wei Ziyuan.
"If you don't like the palace, we can leave. Florian has been living in peace without me for more than ten years, so I am not indispensable."