After the kabuki dance, add more wine. King Darkhan was slightly dizzy, probably a little drunk. The wine in the cup is called "Pear Blossom White", the color is like pear blossom, the first drink is like honey, the aftertaste is strong and mellow, and you will drink it without knowing it. King Darkhan was used to drinking the crisp and spicy highland barley wine outside the pass, but he didn't want such light and sweet honey water to be intoxicating. At this time, squinting his eyes and looking at it, the tulle gauze skirt of the maiko is like a beautiful lake with flowing light, with gorgeous waves gently rippling around. There are countless gorgeous and exquisite buildings in Shangyuan, dotted among the green mountains and clear waters, and the sound of singing and playing the orchestra floats in the misty spring rain, as if it can take away all the strength of people.
Such mountains and rivers can't be blamed for making people depressed, King Darkhan thought. That Prince Rui who was sitting on the West Chief had a lazy and relaxed look, as if he had no interest in anything in the world. The prince of the Kingdom of Heaven lives in wealth and wealth, without any masculinity, which can't help but make King Darkhan, who has been flying sand and rocks all his life and is good at horseback, feel contemptuous. On the contrary, although Prince Yu is young, he treats people with a noble demeanor, which makes one dare not underestimate him.
As the imperial boat approached the bridge hole, there were several internal officials and a dozen women kneeling under the Chuihong Bridge, all of which were eye-catching in light yellow, pink and green colors. Seeing this, the emperor casually asked the eunuch Zhao Youzhi, who was standing behind him, and found out that the twelve court ladies who were originally selected for King Darkhan went to Mingyue Continent to receive the banquet, and did not want to meet Yu Zhou. The emperor didn't care, the imperial boat had already slipped out of the bridge hole slowly, heading for the depths of Yuqing Lake.
The inspector of ceremonies by the bridge whispered to everyone to get up, Rushuang gritted her teeth lightly, that was the moment. The success or failure of this life depends on it.
If you don't want to die humblely, then let her live vigorously.
Before everyone straightened up, she had already stood up suddenly, crossed the bridge railing, and before everyone exclaimed, she flew into the lake. There was a "plop", and the icy green lake water rushed up from all directions, like a huge green silk wrapped up quickly, tightly wrapped and airtight. The screams and uproar of the crowd became a faintly audible distant sound. The dark green water light was far above the head, and the water poured straight into the mouth and nose, and the feeling of suffocation poured into the limbs and bones again. The light above her head gradually deepened, and the green light became less and less. As the darkness pressed up, her consciousness gradually became blurred.
Just like that day, the cold plain silk had strangled her throat, she couldn't breathe, her consciousness gradually left, but she could hear the sound of footsteps gradually going away.
She will surely get what she wants.
As if after a long time, there was a sudden tenderness in her chest, which was so painful that she instinctively wanted to open her mouth to breathe out the pain, but she choked out the first mouthful of water. She coughed violently and choked out more water. Someone whispered: "Okay, it's all right." She coughed so hard that she couldn't even open her eyes, her whole body was shaking violently, and she spit out the water in one gulp. Someone wiped her face with her sleeves indiscriminately, and then she opened her eyes, It turned out that he was already on the deck of the royal boat, surrounded by several people, all of them were dripping wet, they were all guards in their attire. Seeing that she was gradually regaining consciousness, the leading guard breathed a sigh of relief, winked, and all of them bowed and retreated with their hands down. Finally, a corner of the bright yellow brocade robe appeared from behind the guard. The huge umbrella moved with him, covering the continuous rain above her head. She could clearly see the fine rice beads on the toes of his bright yellow boots, forming a pattern of endless life. Being so close to her, the lake water dripping from her clothes gradually Soak the soles of his boots. She coughed uncontrollably, her whole body was trembling so hard that she could hardly breathe, her cold wet hair was sticky on her face, and the thin clothes were dripping with water, she almost had no strength left, just curled up Breathe all the way there.
A hand was stretched out, it was bright yellow and gold Nine Dragons pattern, the cuffs were richly pricked with golden threads, but the fingers were barely warm, and she lifted her chin. She raised her head slowly, and finally saw a pair of deep eyes that seemed to be familiar to her. Almost at the moment when she saw her face clearly, a strange light flashed in those eyes, as if astonished, as if surprised. It hurt her like a sharp knife. She could almost hear the beating of her own pulse, the chug was like a fountain, pouring more blood into her chest, him!
How could it be him? How could it be him? It turned out to be him! In the blink of an eye, the sky suddenly fell apart. She could barely keep her eyes open, and her mother's shriek was vaguely heard: "Shuang'er!"
Blood feuds all over the family, so much blood, poured all over the sky, and there was only a sea of blood in sight. Father, mother, brother, sister... so many people, so much blood... Mu's family has more than a hundred records Life, blood all over the sky, kept coming, coming... She suddenly pulled out the silver hairpin from her hair, and threw herself at him with all her strength. Prince Yu yelled: "Guardian!" A stride had already rushed up to block the emperor, and more guards rushed forward one after another. Countless people rushed up and dragged her away. She struggled desperately, and the silver hairpin in her hand Swinging and stabbing wildly, a guard snatched her silver hairpin, and the extremely sharp hairpin scratched herself, but she didn't feel any pain. Drop by drop, whether it was rain or lake water, she was like the most desperate little beast, tearing up everything within reach. "Huh" the wind hit her face, someone gave her a heavy palm, she couldn't stand steadily, the whole person fell backwards, countless hands held her down, and some people kicked her, she felt that she had become a rotten piece and became brittle Chen Juan, you can almost hear the sound of every warp and weft breaking. At the moment of lightning, suddenly heard a shout: "Let her go!"
If the guards touched the red-hot iron, they immediately let go of their hands. She received a heavy blow on the head, half of her face was burning hot, and her left eye was swollen to the point that she couldn't open it. She could see the clothes on her clothes with blurred vision. It was full of specks of blood, and only then did I realize that the back of my hand had been cut with the tip of the hairpin, and the blood was dripping down. A heart is so noisy that it cannot be peaceful. kill him! How can I kill him! Even if his body is broken to pieces, how can he kill him!
He opened his arms towards her, as if he wanted to hug her into his arms, Prince Yu grabbed her up to stop him, but he pushed Prince Yu staggeringly with his backhand. The other hand insisted on reaching out to her, she grabbed his arm and bit down deeply with all her strength. He paused slightly, but still forcibly pulled her into his arms. After several layers of clothes, the sweet smell of blood finally filled his mouth, but he didn't move at all, just hugged her tightly with the other hand, she almost bit off a piece of his flesh. The strong hatred made all the strength in her body almost exhausted in this bite, she tore at the skirt of his chest indiscriminately, and bit down deeper and harder. Prince Yu called out "Your Majesty" again. He was still motionless, the lonely and cold face finally made Prince Yu hesitate to speak, and after a long time, he lowered his hands and slowly backed away. The internal officials and guards were clustered in the distance, not daring to take another half step forward, the rain shone brightly, and gradually wet his clothes, and the dragon pattern with bright golden threads, silently soaked into a gray color, and the wet clothes gradually became cold when they were attached to his body, But a heart was pounding in his chest, and there was a dull pain in his ribs.
He let out a long breath and patted her back lightly with his other hand.
Suddenly there was a tear, a huge one, slowly oozing out from the corner of the eye, and fell down with a "click", the blood mixed with the lake water and rain, trickling down drop by drop. She finally broke down and let go of her teeth exhaustedly. Crescent-shaped bloodstains quickly soaked from the sleeves with bright yellow dragon patterns, but he hugged her tightly, his tone as gentle as a whisper: "I'm here."
Her head was pressed tightly against her chest by him, she could hear the sound of his heartbeat, his breath was strange and familiar, mixed with the fresh rain and the sweet and bitter breath of Ruinaoxiang, she suddenly felt a relief in her heart, and her whole body Relaxed like never before, his arms were warm and strong, as if they could resist everything, he just hugged her tightly. His whole body was originally as iron as a stone, but his eyes gradually turned soft, like sharp ice blades, gradually eroded by snow water.
Unexpectedly, there would be such a day, Prince Yu secretly sighed in his heart, this is a wrong. Anxiety suddenly arose in his heart, he retreated to the front of the cabin under the eaves, and through the half-open cabin window, he saw Prince Rui lying on the desk, half a glass of residual wine dripping down, half of his sleeves were wet, he was already passed out.
Rushuang had been ill for a long time, maybe seven or eight days, maybe more than ten days, every day she was drowsy, had a high fever, and woke up occasionally, always talking in terror. Three or four imperial physicians took turns to diagnose the pulse, drinking big bowls of bitter medicine, but it still didn't work. Later, the emperor ordered a flying horse to return to Beijing, and summoned Zhengji Chunrong, the director of the Imperial Hospital, to let Rushuang take care of her slowly, and then gradually improved.
By the time she was able to get out of bed, it was already April, the spring was getting old, and even the apricot tree outside the window was already full of green leaves. Concubine Hua, who was in charge of the harem, sent her maid Shu'er to serve her, slowly helped her sit down in front of the dressing table, and said with a smile, "Let me comb the girl's hair." She didn't answer, and Shu'er took the rhinoceros horn Comb, slowly brushing her black hair. Due to taking medicine during the illness, my hair fell out a lot every day, and now I combed it, and the hair fell out even more. Shu'er remained calm, combed slowly with one hand, and lightly pressed the hair with the other hand, the movement was extremely fast, and the hair was already gently rubbed into the sleeve, so that she would not see it.
The person in the mirror was so thin that it lost its shape, like a dried flower, so fragile that it would shatter to pieces if touched lightly. The skin showed a faint sapphire color, and the sickly flush on the face was like the flush of makeup and rouge. The pair of eyes reflected in the bronze mirror should have been black lacquer, but after a long time, the lacquer was completely dimmed, leaving only a little gray luster. Under the layers of brocade clothes, it seems to be just a lifeless doll. Shu'er loosely tied a bun for her, picked out an emerald from the jewelry box and shook it, the long and fine wreath made a ringing sound on her fingertips, compared it before her temples, she had already shook her head , Shu'er had no choice but to let go.
Rushuang got up on her own, her long skirt dragged silently across the mirror-like ground, she hadn't walked for a long time, her steps were a bit flimsy, but she walked extremely steadily. The road ahead is difficult and dangerous. Although she walks slowly, she must walk steadily. Sunlight came in through the window lattices in dense bundles, each bundle filled with countless fine gold dust, swirling and circling. Sika deer and cranes are carved on the window sash, surrounded by auspicious clouds and auspicious grasses, and the fine carved edges are painted with gold mud, which is rich and gorgeous, just like "six harmony and spring". She pursed her lips slightly, and finally said, "I don't live here."
For the first time in so many days, Shu'er heard her speak, her voice was hoarse and rough, Shu'er was taken aback, and wondered why such a beauty with a icy and snowy appearance had such an ugly voice, but her face was still so beautiful. With a smile on her face: "Young lady lives well, why don't you want to live here all of a sudden? The place here is spacious, and the most important thing is that it is close to the 'Fang Nei Yan'an' where the emperor lives. Why do you need to move?"
She had no expression on her face and said nothing, she turned sideways and took off a garnet-red beauty shrug bottle on the high table and gently shook it, and with a "clang" sound, there were scattered porcelain pieces all over the floor. She stepped over indifferently, her steps were still very light, the soft satin soles were cut through by sharp tiles, and bright red lotus flowers bloomed on the soles of her feet with every step. Walking slowly and making a soft sound, the thin tiles were broken into small pieces, she moved forward indifferently, on the polished gold brick floor as bright as a mirror, the overflowing blood became more intense, slowly and silently Spread, like a child's hand, hesitantly stretched out in all directions. And she seemed to be ignorant, just walking lightly. Shu'er turned pale with fright, covered her mouth with her hands, and then screamed after a long time, summoned more maids, forced her back to the bed, and hurriedly sent a message to the imperial doctor, not daring to persuade her again.
Naturally, such things cannot be concealed, and the candles were passed on in the evening, and the light smoke scattered into the silent hall. The emperor always came to see her at this time, and suddenly got angry after learning what happened today. Rushuang didn't speak, she didn't like to talk in the first place, although she was hanged in Prince Rui's residence, although she was finally rescued, her vocal cords were injured and her voice was completely destroyed, so she became even more reticent, like a mute. Her feet were wrapped with gauze, leaning on the couch, the lamp in front of the couch was also lit, and the red copper and gold phoenix held a gauze lantern in its mouth. The light was dim and red, like a weak heart beating slightly. The hazy light reflected on her face, giving her a little bit of blood, but that color was also illusory, like a thin layer of gauze, which could be peeled off at any time, still revealing the underlying paleness. She wore a light cherry-colored narrow spring shirt, which seemed too bulky to wear on her. The neckline was embroidered with small pink petals, clusters of exquisitely embroidered clusters, as if she would breathe in one breath, Fallen flowers are colorful. Originally a flowery face, there is only the usual indifference between the eyebrows and eyes. She didn't seem to hear the emperor's thunderous attack, and it was different.
She thought indifferently in her heart, is it really because of Sixth Sister that she treats her like this.
For such a long time, she never once thought of Sixth Sister. Sixth Sister was born by another Mrs. Di. There are many sisters in the family, and each has a wet nurse to take care of her. Although the age is similar, before Sixth Sister was married, she was not close to her at home. Thinking about it carefully, even Sixth Sister's eyebrows and eyes were blurred into a soft halo.
When the news of Sixth Sister's death reached the prison, his father's face changed slightly, but he didn't say a word.
After the emperor sent the court lady down, he turned his face and looked at her fiercely. Before he could speak, she suddenly lowered her face slightly, and she had already fallen into his arms.
Although we have seen each other often for more than twenty days, we are always on the sick bed and have not exchanged a word. Occasionally, when he got closer, the cool and serene aura on her body always made him a little startled, subconsciously he wanted to run away, but he couldn't bear to dodge. Her body was thin and soft, weak and helpless, and the emperor's heart suddenly softened, like a sharp knife meeting a hot ice, and a deep scar was cut silently. The emperor slowly raised his arms and finally wrapped them around her waist. Knowing that this is a Gu, it is poison, even if it pierces the intestines and eats the bones, it cannot be resisted, so he swallowed it like that to quench his thirst. After a long time, Fang sighed softly, and said to her: "Since you don't want to live here, just order someone to pick another place, why bother."
The tone was surprisingly gentle, with a little bit of regret and helplessness.
Rushuang said: "I want you here."
I want you here... There was a wind blowing past my ears. On that stormy night a long time ago, he wandered alone above the Taiping Gate Tower. There is no star or moon, the night is as thick as juice, the rain is splashing on the roof tiles of the city buildings, and the wet and heavy cold soaks through the clothes. Behind is the continuous and silent palace glass of the imperial palace, and under the feet are the lights of thousands of families in Xichangjing, just like a hundred pearls pouring down from the sky, dimly forming a sea of Zhuhai in the swaying wind and rain.
The watchman in the palace sounded after the third watch, and a yellowish lamp gradually approached. The person who carried the lamp was wearing a black oil coat, and countless water marks dripped down the oil coat. He came out like a salute, but he was silent.
"It's a little prince..." The pale warm air came out of Zhao Youzhi's mouth, and the cold wind and rain took away the last trace of warmth in an instant, "I lost my breath when I was born... The imperial concubine went very quietly, but when her sanity gradually When I was confused, I just called the emperor's name a few times, and the last sentence was: 'I want you here.'"
He was holding the cold battlement, the hard corners sunk deeply into his palm, countless rainwater flowed down his wrist to the bottom of his elbow, it was not pain, but dull numbness, a very thin thread, winding up, winding up, numbly Entwined, even the heart seems to be wrapped in a thick cocoon. But in that seemingly thick cocoon, everything was actually shattered into powder in an instant. The unbridled cold wind lifted his bright yellow cloak, and the cold air penetrated his whole body, and the cloak fluttered into the night. It was so cold, it was as cold as being immersed in the ice of a deep winter deep pool, and she never expected the day when it would melt—she never asked him for anything, until the last moment of her life, she said such a sentence talk.
He is not there.
The prosperous lights under the feet gradually blurred into countless meteors, each of which drew a blurred arc in the eyes, and finally condensed into thin water vapor. The wind and rain were indifferent, and the water vapor was blown away in an instant.
The face in front of him gradually became clear, as if a small lamp finally shone on the person's face after countless stormy nights. There are a pair of amazingly bright eyes on the pale and weak face, the eyes are like icicles, and they seem to be able to pierce straight into the bottom of people's hearts. And everything in the past will eventually fall apart. He turned his face away, and said lightly: "You rest, I will come to see you tomorrow."