When Xia Chu saw Xin Ya's expression of hesitating to say something after making a lot of determination, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and the smile on his face also condensed.
As Xin Ya walked along the corridor through the beautiful forest in the garden, facing the midsummer wind, he walked across the polished green brick floor.
He stopped in front of a house with green pines and cypresses, covering a high hall.
Xin Ya pushed open the courtyard door and Xia Chu stepped in. Xin Ya burned a red candle and lit up several candle holders in the corner, illuminating the courtyard brightly.
The candle holder was extremely bright, swaying into thousands of chaotic shadows in the night wind.
Xia Chu's eyes followed the door that Xin Ya pushed open before entering, and saw the four characters "Wandering Dragon" written on the lintel.
"Don't forget your original intention." Xia Chu recited it silently, feeling very pleased in her heart.
I still recall that on the day when the city was defended, when General Zhao returned to Beijing to put down the rebellion, he stood on the tower at the gate of Danfeng Palace, looking up at the sky filled with strange brilliance by the scorching sun.
At that time, the blue sky was dotted with white clouds, and the backs of the white clouds were also filled with the brilliance of the sun.
Xiao Zimu called his name from behind and asked him why he was staring at the sky.
He said sincerely at that time: "May the sky always be so blue, and may you not change your original intention after taking office."
Xiao Zimu did not make a positive commitment to him at that time, but the name of this room undoubtedly showed that he still remembered it in his heart.
Until Xin Ya lit up the glazed palace lanterns in the room, he raised his eyes and saw that the paintings were moving in the wind, and each one was spinning and swaying with the wind, and they were all painted by one person.
"My young master, these paintings were newly painted by His Highness after he met you." Xin Ya bowed to Xia Chu.
Xia Chu stepped inside, and he could see that every one of them, even with his blind eyes, was his own figure.
What's more, Xiao Zimu's paintings were amazing, and he painted them with great care. The painting he picked up at random was also lifelike, and Xia Chu was shocked to see it.
There are at least a hundred scrolls hanging in this room, only two of which are not single figures.
One picture shows a group of them setting off sky lanterns together during the Lantern Festival last year.
The two of them looked at each other under the night sky filled with stars and sky lanterns. Their eyes were shining brightly, and his expression was also particularly dazzling.
There is another picture. It can be seen that the high-walled courtyard is in the style of Kunning Palace. A man and a woman in the side hall are half-bent, raising their hands to pick up the same piece of cloth.
Xia Chu remembered that that day she pretended to be Xiao Mubai's maid and went into the palace to see Lan Yuying.
As he was leaving, he bumped into someone at the corner next to the door, and various pieces of cloth were instantly scattered on the ground.
She lowered her head and said sorry repeatedly, while bending down to help him pick it up.
When he raised his head, he saw an extremely familiar and delicate face in front of him. His black hair was tied with a green ribbon, and he was dressed in a simple blue cotton robe.
That face was as gentle as jade, it was Xiao Zimu who went to visit Lan Yuying.
It was also on that day that Xiao Zimu knew her identity as a woman.
There was also a row of small regular script written at the bottom of the painting. Xia Chu raised the tail of the scroll and the clear handwriting came into view: Your waist is bent, and I am at the same level as your eyebrows.
Xia Chu stared at the short sentence blankly, feeling that her feet were weak and she could hardly stand.
It was as if a bowl of water had been poured into my heart, and the sourness suddenly turned into a suffocating pain.
When did he have this idea
In his previous life, he failed to live up to his deep affection.
In this life, Xia Chu had never shown him in women's clothing. It wasn't until she felt that the matter had been settled that she and Xiao Mubai naturally appeared as a pair.
She never thought that after two lives, she had changed many things, but it was still inevitable that she would hurt Xiao Zimu's heart.
"Achu."
Xia Chu covered his face with his hands, and Xiao Zimu came to the door at some unknown time.
Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone, causing a burst of pain. She slowly lowered her hand. The face opposite her was still as gentle as jade, with a smile on her face and a noble and gentle look.
Xia Chu was immersed in her own paintings. The appearance, clothing, posture, expression, and demeanor in those paintings were all exactly the same as hers.
Whether it's men's clothing or skirts, they can be recognized instantly. Even if she wants to pretend not to know at this moment, she can't do it...
"Second brother is waiting for you in the study, giving us time to say goodbye."
Xiao Zimu's long eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding the look of disappointment in his eyes: "Are you...really going to leave?"
Xia Chu looked at him shining calmly under the lights outside the court. It was obviously the colorful colors of the flowing brilliance, reflecting his quiet and clear figure, but it made her feel an unbearable sadness in her heart.
"Yes." Xia Chu responded lightly, but quickly walked out of the house.
The emotions in that room were so heavy that it was a bit unbearable for her.
"I'll send you to the front and leave with him."
Xiao Zimu stepped sideways: "Since you want to leave, do it as soon as possible before your father reacts."
His slender and tall figure has walked under the green bamboo. The bamboos are rustling, and his figure is smooth and slender. The two complement each other.
"I..." Xia Chu wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he felt that the love of two lives was weighed down, and any words seemed weak and weak.
The breeze came slowly, and she saw Xiao Zimu standing with his hands behind his hands. The moonlight filtered through the bamboo forest. The breeze blew his green shirt, which was tall and elegant, like a jade tree leaning against the wind.
"If..." His expression was hidden behind Danyue, and his eyes flickered slightly as he looked at her who stopped and opened her mouth.
In this short moment, he saw her panic expression, which seemed to have exhausted all his innocence.
"Forget it, have a nice trip."
Xia Chu actually felt relieved, fearing that he would speak or that he would say hurtful words.
"Let's go." Xiao Zimu's tone was still soft, but the hand behind his back that was clenched into a fist gradually turned white.
He always thought it was just that he missed the opportunity to make her and others agree.
It turned out that just as Xiao Mubai said just now, it had been his own feelings for a long time.
Xia Chu didn't dare to speak, and followed cautiously like a child who had done something wrong.
Xiao Zimu carefully picked up a few strands of hair that were scattered on her forehead, gently tucked them behind her ears, and said with a pretended relaxed expression: "Achu, I like you, and I'm not sad. I hope you like it too. Me, I’m sad.”
This sentence made Xia Chu's memories burst.
The corridor in the distance and the bamboo forest nearby all blurred into one in an instant.
In my memory, the gentle man who stood like a orchid tree and smiled like a bright moon in his arms stood under the peach blossom tree.
When the wind blows, the pink color falls all over my body, and the pieces of my clothes flutter.
He carefully picked up a few stray strands of hair on Xia Chu's forehead, gently tucked them behind her ears, and said with a pretense of ease: "Xia Chu, I like you, I'm not sad. I hope you like me too. , that’s why I’m sad.”
Such a similar scene made Xia Chu's eyes suddenly turn red.
(End of chapter)