"My lord, why bother?"
Nishang was equally sad in her heart and shook her head, but she only shook her head a little, and he pressed her tightly on the back of her head, unable to move any longer, she rested on his broad shoulders, and the blue silk scattered him.
In a trance, there seemed to be a sense of remoteness, which she had never dared to imagine before.
Snow flies outside the window, falling on flowers, trees, and the eaves of the palace white... The silver clad, as if flawless. The incense burner is burning with smoke, and in the room by the hearth, everyone is a pair, but their eyes are mixed.
"If you had told me earlier, if I had known earlier..."
His voice was deep, hoarse and painful. She closed her eyes, suddenly remembered the unfinished conversation between her and him many years ago, and whispered: "My lord, do you still remember that day in the small pharmacy in the palace, you asked me, 'This is what you said was useless' Pills? Don't put them in such a conspicuous place since they're gone.'... At that time I wanted to tell you, but you didn't tell me."
If he was hit by a heavy object, Long Zijin's body trembled. He remembered that she tried to explain to him at that time. She said, "My lord, I put things here because - but he didn't know why, Because he interrupted her viciously.
- Never explain it to me! Very dirty and disgusting, you know
It was he who broke all her hopes with his own hands. Yeah, how could she explain it. She always needs a little self-respect.
"Zi Jin."
Her hand suddenly touched his eyes, gently wiping the wetness from his eyes.
Her hands were cold and not slippery. Unlike Yuzhi and the others, they were well maintained. There were thin calluses between her fingers. He grieved and took that hand.
Zi Jin.
He suddenly remembered that since he got married, she had been calling him "Wang Ye", sister-in-law Jiu, Yuzhi, Jingying and the others, but they called their husbands' names directly, even if Brother Jiu was the Supreme Being of Ninety-five.
"Actually, if you look carefully every time you give her the medicine, you will find that in addition to the pills you take, the pills are still decreasing, because I also take them, although I don't dare to take more every time."
"I don't regret what I've done, I know you never loved me, you love her, and you've been unhappy. I didn't want to agree to your beg, but then I thought, if you have someone with you, maybe you can Be happy. If... you really feel that you owe me something, let me leave the palace, I want to go to the folk with Brother Lu to see."
Her words were hoarse but firm, lightly hitting his back, soaking into his skin and heart, like the snow outside the window, as cold.
Farewell in a hug, is it gentle or cruel
Long Zijin let out a low roar, and the tears burst instantly.
In this life, he has only cried for three people, Jiu Ge, Ruyi, and her.
Ruyi, he spent half his life thinking about it, in fact, maybe it was just - he couldn't get it.
Father Huang believed in Buddhism, and when he was a child, he often invited monks into the palace to explain Buddhism and Zen. The monks always say over and over again that the most precious thing in this world is not to have or to have lost, especially those in the palace should take this as a precaution. That's just the simplest of Buddhism. At a young age, the third brother, the seventh brother, and the ninth brother and he had already dabbled in books and sneered at what the bald donkey said.
He regretted it and just wanted to pay with his life, but he knew that it was irreparable, and what he missed was lost after all, and he lost her! Like she said, if he ever cherished her, the secret in the medicine box was never a secret.
At this moment, he finally understood all the debts he owed to her. Maybe it was Lian Dan who sacrificed his life, maybe, it was the missing from her four-year birthday, maybe it was just that soft... Zi Jin.
Lingrui Palace.
Sitting at the table, Nishang turned around and looked at the small burden on the bed.
She doesn't have much luggage.
The candle was dimly lit, she was thinking of Long Zijin.
Today, he went crazy, wrapped her tightly with a cloak, and walked back to the palace step by step from the imperial city in his arms. After returning, he took a deep look at her and left.
The housekeeper came over and said respectfully, the lord asked the princess not to rest for now, and the lord will come later.
She didn't know what he was going to do, but this was the last night in the palace, and she also wanted to spend more time with him. After all, it was one thing to go and one thing to love.
Outside the door, servants and maids hurried past from time to time, and the entire palace seemed to be making a commotion tonight.
Slightly lost in thought, he finally couldn't help getting up and pushing the door out.
In the yard, a few little maids covered their mouths and smiled, whispering something, followed by a burst of crisp laughter.
She became more and more curious, walked over, and asked, "Where is your prince?"
She found him in the kitchen.
He was covered in snow white, his luxurious robe was covered with white powder, his face, eyes and nose were stained, and his tall body was propped up in front of the anvil, somewhat funny.
He got mad at a few cooks, scolding them for not being able to teach.
The surroundings were crowded with servants of the palace, watching the excitement in silence, fearing that the anger of the prince would be novel.
She couldn't help sighing and said, "My lord, what do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."
Long Zijin, who was scolding the cook so bloody, was obviously taken aback, turned around and looked at her at a loss, blushing.
She frowned and walked over, about to get the rolling pin in his hand.
Long Zijin didn't let it, and clenched her hand tightly, his eyes were dark and flickering slightly. After a long time, he finally whispered: "Nishang, I want to give you a bowl of noodles... longevity noodles."
Ni Chang's whole body was shocked, and she was stunned in place, just like him. After a while, she said: "Today is not my birthday."
The candles went out, and the brilliance of the night pearl reflected on the four jade bowls on the table. The noodles were still almost full, but Long Zijin was very happy. She had touched every bowl.
Four years, four bowls.
She was lying on the bed with her back to him, and he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over her slender body, "You are leaving tomorrow, so tonight, let me watch you sleep here, okay?"