The light of the sky is like water, from the distant sky, it diffuses up the steps of the Dragon Wall Palace, and falls on the jade-colored flowing haze palace clothes, it is misty and clear, and it is vaguely cold.
Ming Zhi walked to the front of the hall, and said to the queen who was looking at the Taiji Hall from now on: "Your Majesty, the little prince is here."
"Yuan Xiu asks Auntie Wan'an!" A childish greeting came from behind. Qing Chen turned around, and under the faint morning light, Prince Zhan's son Yuanxiu was wearing a water-colored brocade single robe and a beaded crown on his head. Although he was small in stature, he moved his hands and feet gracefully. After kneeling upright, he raised his head.
Ming Zhan's eyes wavered and pierced into people's hearts, and Qing Chen was a little dazed for a moment.
It is that person, with gentle and smiling lips, and impeccable demeanor no matter when and where, every word and smile makes people feel like drinking sweets and enjoying the spring breeze.
But at this time, what happened to him on the battlefield thousands of miles away.
She stretched out her hand and asked Yuan Xiu to come over. Yuanxiu was naughty and troublesome when he was a child, but his temperament gradually stabilized when he grew up, especially after he entered the palace as a king, he often followed the queen, which caused many people to discuss in private. .
Qing Chen looked at Yuan Xiu for a while, and asked, "Aunt Huang wants you to move to Hanguang Palace for a few days, do you want to?"
Yuan Xiu stepped forward to hold her hand, raised his head and smiled and said, "Of course I would like to be with Aunt Huang."
"That's good." Qing Chen nodded and led him into the hall. Yuan Xiu suddenly asked her, "Aunt Huang, why are your hands so cold? Are you feeling unwell?"
Qing Chen didn't answer with a smile, he just said: "The guard Ming Zhi who went to invite you just now, can you recognize him clearly?"
Yuan Xiudao: "I recognize him, he is the commander of the guards of Hanguang Palace."
Qing Chen said: "Then you remember my words, from today onwards, if you are not with me, or Mingzhi comes to take you, don't leave Hanguang Palace with anyone." She sat down beside Feng's case, gently After clapping hands, a few palace maids in Tsing Yi quietly appeared after dusk on both sides, kneeling in front of you, "These court ladies will take care of your food and daily life, if it's not what they bring, don't eat it."
Her steady words finally surprised Yuan Xiu, she turned to look at her in confusion, and she asked, "Do you remember?"
The child's clear eyes were reflected in Qing Chen's eyes through the phoenix case, the autumn water was traceless, as quiet as thin ice. "Remember." Yuan Xiu raised his eyes and replied, "Then, will I still go to Linhua Hall to listen to the masters' lectures these days?"
"No need for now, just follow me, I have a lot of books here for you to read, if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me."
"Okay." Yuan Xiu agreed, and smiled cleanly at Qing Chen.
The light and shadow of the sun shone into the gate of the golden lacquer hall, but stopped a few steps away, half of the bright light gradually quieted and darkened and extended into the hanging curtain of the Huazhu, the hall was quiet and cool, just like in the past.
The breath of clear ink carries the slightly bitter fragrance of pine branches, and a piece of ice silk paper hangs down the table. Yuan Xiu received the last sum, and looked up to see Aunt Huang was still standing there. At this moment, she put down the volume of medical books in her hand, but walked slowly in front of the case, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she had encountered a difficult problem that was not easy to solve.
He looked at it for a while, and finally called out: "Auntie Huang." Qing Chen turned around, and Yuan Xiu said with concern: "Sit down and rest for a while, you will be tired after standing for so long."
Qing Chen showed a little tiredness in his smile, and sat down opposite him with his hands on the desk, glanced at his writing, and asked, "Which master taught it?"
Yuan Xiudao: "I copied Uncle Huang's characters, but it still doesn't look very similar."
Qing Chen was slightly surprised, "Why do you want to copy the emperor's words?"
Yuan Xiudao: "Uncle Huang's handwriting is magnanimous."
When Qing Chen heard the words, he smiled faintly, picked up the pen, raised his hand and brushed the entire piece of paper, pulled away the cloud sleeve, and wrote down the ink casually.
Yuan Xiu saw what she wrote:
The road of the devil is rough and difficult to pass, and the green mountains will be heavy tomorrow. The fate of people is different, but I want to stand in the sky and the earth.
These few sentences are still clear and meaningful block letters, but the following strokes suddenly changed:
The momentum is like rushing thunder, the mighty mountains and rivers move, the sword is like a white rainbow, unsheathed to chase the culprit...
Black and ink are distinct on the ice-like snow-like paper, and the running script is flying like a dragon and a phoenix dances in a straight line. Under the slender hair, there are solitary and steep turns, and the steep part penetrates the back of the paper. After Qing Chen finished writing, he raised his hand and threw the pen back on the desk, staring at it.
The imposing manner in that word almost shocked Yuan Xiu, and he said after a while: "Aunt Huang, it turns out that your cursive writing is as good as Uncle Huang's. I have seen these few words before."
Qing Chen raised his eyes in surprise, Yuan Xiu said: "I saw it in Father Wang's book, I thought it was written by Uncle Huang."
"Oh." Qing Chen frowned lightly. She had nothing to do and nowhere to go when she arrived at Prince Zhan's Mansion at the beginning of the year. She copied this poem more than a thousand times. This handwriting was practiced at that time. .
Looking back at this moment, the days in Prince Zhan's Mansion were so relaxed and happy. Without any purpose, even the chaotic and confused self, like a newborn child, can treat everything around without any scruples, until it becomes a part of this world, and everything changes from then on.
From then on, greed, ignorance and hatred arise from the heart, and in the vast world, everything is like an illusion.
Qing Chen lowered his eyes to look at his own domineering words, and since yesterday, a feeling of dullness in his heart came out with the ink, he brushed his long sleeves quietly, and stood up before the case. Suddenly, a servant came rushing into the hall in a hurry, knelt down in front of him, disregarding etiquette in a hurry, and gasped, "Mother, hurry up, the emperor... the emperor has retreated."
As soon as the words fell, Qing Chen hurried out, and stopped in front of Mingzhi outside the palace, "The gate of the palace is forbidden, and no one is allowed to touch the Changling County King at will!"
The sun was dazzling and blazing, and the glazed tiles of the Qiong steps in Yulan became a piece of floating light and white light. A sharp crisp sound pierced the stagnant air, and the sound of Qing porcelain falling came from the propaganda room, piercing people's hearts.
The attendants outside knelt all over the ground, black and dense until the steps, Yan Xi was so anxious that he saw the queen coming from a distance, and rushed forward: "Your Majesty, the emperor himself is inside..."
Qing Chen didn't have time to answer, he walked straight into the hall in a hurry, stopped abruptly at the front of the steps, turned around with a flick of his sleeves, and shouted softly: "What are you kneeling here for? You all step back, and you are not allowed to come near unless summoned."
Turning around, he gave Yan Xi a slight signal, and when everyone raised their heads in panic, they saw that the figure of Queen Xiutiao had already disappeared into the deep hall.
The sun was so bright that it blurred Yan Xi's expression, he threw the dust fly in his hand, and said to the steps: "Everyone go to the side hall and wait, anyone who dares to go in and out without permission will be killed on the spot!"
Immediately, the guards took all the palace people to the side hall. The four gates of Wutai hall were closed, and all idlers were not allowed to enter. The news of the emperor's sudden illness was temporarily blocked, and no one inside or outside knew about it.
Yan Xi's seemingly calm back was already soaked in sweat, remembering the emperor's appearance just now, he hurriedly turned around and ran into the hall, but staggered, almost tripping over the steps.
Qing Chen shouted everyone away, and hastily opened the door to enter.
In the Xuan room, the curtains are falling everywhere, and the light is dark, only a gleam of light passes through the gaps in the carved jade plate and sprinkles on the jade porcelain fragments on the face.
Ye Tianling stood propped up in front of the desk, turned his head abruptly when he heard the voice, his body was swaying, his face was bloodless, his only eyes were covered with red silk, his frantic expression in the dark was frightening, and he was short of breath.
But he saw clearly that it was Qing Chen, and shouted hoarsely, "Don't come over!"
"Fourth brother!" Qing Chen hurried forward, Ye Tianling waved her away and pushed her away: "Get out, stay away from me!"
Qing Chen was suddenly pushed away by him a few steps, the broken porcelain under his feet made a loud noise, and he almost bumped into the table. She didn't care about his obstruction, she rushed over and stretched out her arms to hug him: "Fourth brother, just bear with it, just bear with it, and you'll be fine soon."
Ye Tianling clasped her shoulders with such force that it almost crushed her bones, but his hands kept trembling uncontrollably, and his voice was hoarse and hard to distinguish: "I will hurt you... Get out!"
Qing Chen hugged him tightly, shook his head desperately, and only said one sentence: "I won't leave you alone!"
There was still a trace of lucidity in Ye Tianling's eyes, and he fixed her eyes firmly. In the darkness, she could only see her anxious and bright pupils, reflecting her nearly collapsed mind. There seems to be thousands of arrows in the body, and the sharp blade is attached to the body, like a flood of beasts rushing around, like thousands of ants biting the bones, and the pain is unbearable, but I can see these familiar eyes, only this pair of clear lake-like eyes are left in the darkness, ice-coloured The bright light and the cool warmth let him control himself with his remaining rationality, so as not to fall into the abyss of eternal doom.
Qing Chen couldn't hold back his strength, but unexpectedly his tightly pursed thin lips moved violently, and suddenly a large mouthful of blood spattered out, accompanied by his violent coughing and landed on her skirt, immediately dyeing the white silk into blood red.
Qing Chen's hands and body were covered with his blood, and as the blood gushed out, he fell down weakly, unable to support himself anymore. The long table around him was overturned, the jade bottle was broken, the golden cup was cracked, and fell to the ground in a mess.
She tried her best to help him to the front of the couch, the gauze shadow was deep, his face was pale and not alive, the blood on his lips was even more shocking, his clenched fists almost crushed the joints, the pain was tormented all the way from her hands Cut to the tip of her heart, the pain made her dripping with blood.
"Fourth brother, as long as you endure this moment, just these few days, I will be with you, and you will definitely be able to get through it." Qing Chen held him in his arms, talked to him, warmed his cold body, and burst into tears, But he bit his lip and swallowed without dropping a drop.
He heard her voice, finally opened his eyes, and looked at her. The ice poured into the fire, and he was so proud that he couldn't break it. He actually pursed his lips into a thin smile, his voice was low, but he refused to show weakness, "It's okay, it's nothing... I can't make it through..."
The sun is slanting to the west, the night is deep, the dawn is cold, and the lights are falling.
The heavy vermilion lacquer and gold palace door was slowly pushed open, and a quiet figure stepped out across the golden threshold, leaning weakly against the doorpost of the flying dragon.
Clouds scattered around the temples, flowing messily down the side of the waist, almost covering the face, the blood on the white clothes looks like blood, it is the only color between pale and black, it is extremely eye-catching. There was no one in the hall, not a single sound, not a single light, only heard his own low breathing, Qing Chen raised his hand to caress his cheek, there were no tears, but a soft wry smile, through the cold fingers The tip fell down.
The cracks in the gate of the hall are full of broken jade and porcelain, and only a corner of the bright yellow curtain hangs down. The people on the couch have already fallen asleep, separated by the smoke-like curtain, tired and quiet.