The autumn night is clear and light, the moonlight is faintly caged behind the clouds, and there is a faint darkness.
The lights had already been turned off in King Ming's mansion, except for Ye Tianming who was imprisoned in the inner courtyard, all the family members in the mansion were gathered in the side hall for guarding, and entering the heavy courtyard was silent, and there was a dull uneasiness in the darkness. Only outside the mansion where the guards of the Emperor Zongsi were on duty, the sound of boots walking could be heard occasionally.
It was late at night, there was a slight noise at a quiet side door in the mansion, and a person quietly pushed the door in. He was covered in a black cloak, and his face was covered by a hood, so he couldn't see clearly at all.
Almost familiar with the way into the inner courtyard, the person raised his head slightly, a looming wind lamp flickered in front of the porch, a light shadow flashed across her pale face, and there was a deep darkness in her eyes.
The cinnamon in the courtyard fell all over the ground, and after the wind passed, the dust was swept into it.
Day after day, year after year, when the flowers are in full bloom and fragrant, they fall and become mud.
The man stood there, as if looking at the garden where the flowers and trees were gradually withering, and stretched out his hand to push the door open.
The autumn wind was bleak, following her into the house, with a piece of dead leaves that withered early, it blew the already dim candle flames.
Ye Tianming was not asleep yet, his expression was slightly haggard, and when he raised his eyes, there was a touch of charm in the candlelight, which looked extraordinarily beautiful. He was a little surprised when he saw someone coming: "It's you?"
The person put down a food box in his hand and stared at him coldly: "No, it's me." She swept back the hood of her cloak, revealing a thin face, which was reflected in Ye Tianming's slightly moving eyes .
Ye Tianming frowned, looked her over, and suddenly changed his expression: "It's you!"
"Yes, it's me." The man sneered slightly, "Are you surprised?"
Ye Tianming's eyes were full of horror: "Impossible, you...impossible!"
"You underestimate Feng's family too much." The man smiled coldly, and took out a jug of wine from the food box: "I didn't expect that today I will drink with you?"
Ye Tianming had already calmed down at this time, walked to the case and looked her over again, and finally said two words: "Luan Fei."
Luan Fei lifted the pot and poured wine: "Your Highness."
"It's no wonder they planned everything so carefully. It turned out to be you." Ye Tianming's eyes flickered with a gloomy look.
"Your Highness should have watched me die with his own eyes." Luan Fei's eyes were slightly cold.
"What are you doing here?" Ye Tianming snorted coldly, furious in his heart.
"Come drink with His Highness." Luan Fei untied the cloak and threw it aside with a gentle look on his face.
She was wearing a crimson cloud gauze palace attire, the red was dazzling, thick and graceful like blood flowing down, the flowing cloud skirt set off her pretty figure, with a light tube top, long breasts and wide belt, she seemed to be the whole person With the style of returning to the wind and dancing, it is confusing.
Holding the wine cup, Luan Fei moved lightly step by step, his red lips parted slightly: "You are like a cloud in the sky, and you are like a bird in the cloud. You are like water in a lake, and you are like a flower in the heart of water..."
Ye Tianming's pupils shrank sharply, and she said, "Your Highness, do you remember this "Tage" dance, which you have seen on the stage of Yan Yu in this mansion." Low The voice, haunted and resentful.
But Ye Tianming seemed to be trapped, watching her turn around and dance.
Luanfei looked back and smiled, with a lingering chill in his smile: "Do you look like it? Doesn't it look special in this dress? I have been watching you two since I was seven years old. I learned her every move, she walked , she dances, she frowns, she laughs, just for you to look at me more, look, don't you look alike?" The wine cup has been placed in front of Ye Tianming: "Your Highness!"
"Your Highness!" Qiubo was gentle, and it was Xianwu's whisper that hit her heart. Ye Tianming grasped the cup of wine and poured it into his throat, choking and burning.
Luan Fei holding the cup brought a faint fragrance, the sleeves slid down, revealing the jade white wrists, Ye Tianming seemed to be jumping over the fiery fireworks in his eyes, grabbed her like a madman, and kissed her fiercely.
The red lips were soft, "Xianwu!" He whispered, but there was a sharp pain on his lips, and blood flowed instantly.
Ye Tianming let go of his hands abruptly and backed away, the intense hatred in those eyes seemed to turn into sharp knives, trying to cut him every inch.
"Like? Isn't it?" Luan Fei asked again.
A streak of blood flowed from the corner of Ye Tianming's mouth, and his dark eyes were frantic. He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "Haha, haha... like, too similar, but unfortunately it's not Xianwu, never will be, you are Feng Luanfei ! If Xianwu is dead, you should die too! Why are you still alive!"
"Because you said that you will live and die with me, and share wealth and honor." Luan Fei stretched out his hand to slowly wipe off the blood on his lips, and raised his hand under the lamp to examine carefully: "If I die, how can you live? You If I live, how can I die?"
The blood on the lips made Ye Tianming's slender pupils extraordinarily bewitching: "Okay, you are indeed Feng Luanfei, so you can never be Xianwu!"
"How does it feel to be framed by someone?" Luan Fei asked coldly, "Being betrayed by someone close to you will leave you with nothing."
Ye Tianming was angry in his heart, but suddenly felt dizzy before his eyes, "You..." He staggered to help the long table: "What did you give me to drink?"
Luan Fei smiled, "You should be very familiar with Centrifugal Naihecao."
Ye Tianming was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard something very funny, he couldn't help laughing out loud: "You should use Crane Crown Red! I've already lived enough, Xianwu is dead, so what if I'm alive?"
His body was staggering, and the figure in front of him became more and more blurred, but it became so familiar. Flying in red clothes, singing and dancing, feasting in the jade tower, during the new spring of March in Shangyang, the wind is warm, the flowers are bright, and the crescent eyebrows are amazing.
"Slim dancing..."
Luan Fei quietly watched Ye Tianming fall down, tears rolled down his eyes, "I have loved you all my life, followed you all my life, waited for you all my life, in the end, what you are thinking about and loving is still Xian Wu. She knelt down and reached out to touch Ye Tianming's face: "But now, you can only be with me. We paid off the debt together. When I see Xianwu, I will return you to her."
She held up the flickering candle, and slowly moved across the gauze and window curtains, and the bright red dance dress showed a decisive grace in the sudden bright flame.
When the fire started, she filled Ye Tianming's used wine glass, drank it with her hands, and read softly: "I often get drunk at night, dance in neon dresses under the moon, rouge and jade skin snow, lips and teeth are fragrant, and singing In Manchun Courtyard, the waves beckon the bright glow, the peony skirt is flying lightly, and the king is coming by the water."
In the autumn night, the wind is high, and the flames are flying, and finally the sky of Shangjiufang is red.
In the autumn of the twenty-sixth year of Shengwu, King Ming conspired against him and was defeated. He set fire to his house in fear of crime, and burned his house to suicide. According to the emperor's decree, King Ming came out of the emperor's clan, except for his title, seventy-six members of his family entered Qianmin Temple.
King Ming's Mansion was on fire overnight, just like the East Palace was burned down in the past, and the wind was blown away, leaving only broken tiles and ruins.
Due to a slight discomfort in the past few days, Qing Chen has not entered the palace, and once again stepped into the palace with continuous palaces, he suddenly felt as if he had passed away.
It seems that the autumn wind overnight has changed the face of the world.
Changes occurred in the palace, and the government was in chaos, but at this moment Beiyan Hou Yusu issued a letter saying that he was sick and asked to withdraw. As Ye Tianling expected, the four feudal clans took advantage of the opportunity to make chaos, and it was imminent.
Qing Chen walked out from the Zhiyuan Palace, and stood there in a daze. At some point in the imperial garden, the autumn chrysanthemums bloomed, swaying delicately, plain as snow.
She gently stretched out her palms, Zhan Zhan Qiuyang reflected almost transparent whiteness between her fingers, and she could faintly see traces of blood flowing through them.
Perhaps what is really flowing in this body is the blood of powerful ministers, and compassion or tenderness are so insignificant that you can turn rain into clouds with a flip of your hand, and overturn the fate of others in the palm of your hand.
It's just that even if the crime is deserved, who has the right to judge and punish, and whether this judgment and punishment is right or wrong
Princess Ruiyang, the youngest under the emperor's knee, is babbling and playing in the garden led by several maids.
Looking at the small figure toddling from afar, Qing Chen felt a little sour in his heart.
The palace with golden eaves and red walls seems to be a colorful and beautiful glass world in the eyes of a child. I don't know if she will still remember the laughter and hilarity in this Qiongyu fairyland after she grows up and has gone through the world of mortals.
How many people are trapped in it, because they are power crazy and love crazy. The madness of Luan Fei, he would rather die with Ye Tianming, leaving behind the child who is not yet full-term.
The suicide note entrusted the orphan, repaid the love with the body, and paid off the debt with the life, but planted a new reincarnation of evil fate.
She never wanted to ask Ye Tianhao if he would forgive her, and she never saw the same infatuation and heartbreak, because only one person can be tolerated in the eyes of love, even if she knew she was wrong and would spend her whole life.
The child seemed to be able to feel his mother's departure, and cried all day long. Qing Chen had no choice but to discuss with Ye Tianling to invite Ye Tianhao.
Xu is connected by blood, the child actually stopped crying when he saw Ye Tianhao, and opened his eyes to look at him without blinking. The pupils were black and clear, reflecting Juan Ya's face as pale as death.
Abandoning her child cruelly, she still loves Jiudi after all. Ye Tianhao expressed his sorrow, but immediately entered the palace and asked the Emperor of Heaven for permission to adopt the baby. The Emperor of Heaven silently agreed without any further words.
The luan car left the palace gate and was on the way back to the mansion. Qing Chen gently lifted the bustling and heavily embroidered brocade curtains, the streets under the autumn sun, pedestrians An Tian, there are father and son, mother and daughter, couples, or walking, or talking, or selling, or leisure.
Among the prosperous and romantic workshops, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn wind is rustling.
In such a trivial and ordinary life, inside the vermilion walls of the Forbidden Palace, there are patches of swords, lights and swords. Under the splendid scenery of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, there will also be beacon smoke.
Back in the mansion, Qing Chen walked towards Tianji Mansion in a rather distracted manner. The long carved window was half closed, and the voices of several people came to the ears.
"At this time, if we marry the Yin family, it will not be completely useless. Right now, the Yin family proposed to marry a daughter first, but I don't know what His Highness thinks."
"Since the Yin family invited Old General Feng to come to propose marriage, His Highness will give him some kindness. We will find out after asking about it later."
Qing Chen's heart sank suddenly, but he couldn't take back the hand that pushed the door. Du Junshu, Lu Qian and others in the room were taken aback when they saw her, and stopped talking immediately.
The atmosphere was slightly stiff, white silk skirts meandered across the threshold, and the crape myrtle flowers behind them were in their final stages, floating in front of the corridor.
"Princess!" Du Junshu stood up and called out.
Qing Chen suppressed the churning in his heart, and glanced at them lightly: "The Yin family is the direct relatives of King Zhan, how can it be changed by marrying a daughter? Let Old General Feng go back and tell Yin Caiqian, don't be confused for a while, so as not to be confused later. Husband's family and mother's family are in a dilemma." His voice was slightly cold, and he left in a huff, leaving everyone stunned on the spot.
In the middle of the garden, the autumn wind fell, and the yellow leaves were all over the ground. They were crushed all the way under their feet, and there was the sound of dead branches and leaves breaking. Qing Chen gradually slowed down, feeling an unspeakable loneliness in his heart.
She is not blaming Du Junshu and others, they are not wrong to have such a plan. For the royal family, marriage, concubines, and concubines are all normal things for them. At this moment and here, which man is not three wives and four concubines, the noble prince and the emperor of the celestial dynasty, which man is not surrounded by pink and beautiful beauties, with countless beauties and reds
What's more, if the marriage with the Yin family succeeds, the chances of winning will be greatly increased. If it fails, it will be nothing more than sacrificing Yin Caiqian, and there will be an extra woman in Lingwang's mansion.
It's just that to her, it's not just a woman. If you share your husband with others, others will tolerate it, but she will not tolerate it.
He is their prince and prince, and she is just a wandering soul that strayed into this world.
Back in Shuyu Courtyard, Qing Chen was leaning on the couch alone, staring blankly at the purple silk gauze curtain.
The room was very quiet, he was not around, no one was around. Across the veil of smoke, there are brocade seats and low tables, carved windows and painted railings in front of you. The seemingly familiar scene in the past suddenly becomes so strange. her whole being.
There is no sense of belonging, no sense of security, as if I am not myself, I am confused and panic.
She almost forgot about the pain. What a vow of eternal love, what two loves become stronger, can all be turned into ashes in a single sentence. The most fragile thing in this world is love, and the most unreliable thing is a man.
Maybe it's the same no matter when or where you go.
She smiled wryly and closed her eyes, her thoughts were chaotic and complicated, she thought about the past for a while, and thought about the future for a while, but nothing came to her, and in such chaotic fatigue, she unconsciously fell asleep.
Sleeping and waking up in the dream, I vaguely saw many familiar people, but my whole body was blurred, disappearing one by one. He stretched out his hand to stay, but no matter how he shouted, he couldn't make a sound, and could only watch helplessly as things changed and people changed. I fell into a strange undercurrent everywhere, mixed with loneliness, despair, and fear, which surged up layer by layer and entangled like a shadow. There seemed to be someone standing in front of her in the darkness, looking at her with a pair of cold eyes, but when she walked towards him, he gradually disappeared into the endless darkness.
"Fourth brother..." She seemed to hear herself yelling, her face was cold and full of tears, and someone around her immediately called her: "Qing Chen, wake up."
Waking up suddenly from the nightmare, Qing Chen's body was covered with cold sweat. He felt his heart beating faster and faster, almost bursting out of his chest. It was the pain of struggling, and the fear was pressing on his chest, and he refused to dissipate for a long time.
Ye Tianling held her in his arms, seeing her pale face, he hurriedly ordered: "Send the imperial doctor!"
"No!" Qing Chen clasped his fingers tightly and shook his head vigorously: "I don't want an imperial doctor!"
"Okay, don't." Ye Tianling raised his head to Bi Yao who rushed in, turned around and comforted softly: "It's okay, it's just a nightmare, it will be fine when you wake up."
Everything was suppressed in his heart, but when Qing Chen saw him, it seemed like a dream. Tears fell down my cheeks, wet my clothes.
Ye Tianling looked around her quietly, with guilt and pity in his eyes, he gently stroked her chest, and said for a long time: "Qing Chen, how much do you want to put on your heart, can't even I say it? I don't want to I want a submissive and tolerant wife. In front of me, you can do whatever you want. I want the real you, the past, the present, and the future. I want all of you. I am your husband. Can't bear it for you? As long as I'm here, you don't have to force yourself to be strong, what are you thinking, tell me."
His words whispered in her ears, luring all the secrets in Qing Chen's heart. She leaned into his arms and cried vaguely: "I want to go home, but I can't. I don't know where. I can't find a home..." Dazed and intermittent, she didn't know what she was talking about, but Ye Tianling listened carefully, his eyes gradually changed from surprise to soft love, but he hugged her even tighter.
The veil is clear and shallow, dragging the ground and hanging quietly, only seeing each other in the haze.
Bi Yao turned around softly and went out, invited the imperial doctor who came to wait in a side room for a while, and quietly closed the door.
After a long time, it seemed as if everything melted into a piece of light in his warm embrace, lightly drifting away.
The dust gradually fell, returning to the familiar peace and quiet.
Ye Tianling sighed softly in Qingchen's ear: "Qing'er, how favored the heavens are to send you to my side for thousands of lives!"
Qing'er, it's been a long time since anyone called her like that, Qing Chen raised his head suddenly, and fell into Ye Tianling's deep tender eyes, he smiled faintly: "Is that right? Qing'er?"
Qing Chen just stared at Ye Tianling blankly, unable to speak for a while.
Ye Tianling caressed her wet cheeks, and said softly, "No wonder you always care about these beads. It's my fault. From now on, the place where you have me will be your home, so what if you can't go back?"
The light in his eyes is serene and deep, shining like stars, illuminating the vast darkness. A string of obsidian was slipped into Qing Chen's slender wrist, vaguely carrying his body temperature, encircling his heart warmly.
"Are you... not afraid of me leaving?" Qing Chenchi asked.
Ye Tianling raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was saying it lightly: "Since home is here, where are you going? Besides, what will I do if you leave?" The jokes were different from usual, obviously teasing her on purpose.
Qing Chen lowered his eyes and turned his head: "Marriage, you still have the world."
After a short period of silence, she heard Ye Tianling say slowly: "I, Ye Tianling, will only have one wife in this life. Even if it is in the world, you don't have to wrong her to get it." Undoubtedly dignified, like an oath engraved in the bottom of my heart: "That's what I told Old General Feng just now. If there are people who propose marriage in the future, we will tell them like this."
The obsidian shone brightly, reflected in his deep eyes, Qing Chen closed his eyes under his gaze, smiled, but tears were like broken beads.
So far, what more can I ask for? Even if the future is to overcome obstacles, so what, this life is destined to follow him.