Chu Qiao was about to say that she didn't see her, but Qiu Sui was startled and said in a stuttering voice, "Miss, Mrs. Tang, is the queen."
Fengyuan Hall is the empress' residence, Chu Qiao has been sitting in the side hall for half an hour, but she still hasn't been summoned by the empress. She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. While trying to sit up straight, she hated in her heart that the poison didn't seem to have any effect on her so far. It just made her mentally weaker and wanted to sleep all day long. I don't know if Li Ce can cure her.
I don't know how long I waited, but a servant came out suddenly, saying that the queen is not feeling well today, so let Chu Qiao go back first.
Chu Qiao was furious in her heart, but still gave a respectful salute, and walked out with heavy steps.
She knew that the queen must have been hiding in the inner room to observe herself, she is now in Bian Tang, and her body is inconvenient, so it is not appropriate to have a conflict with her.
As soon as she walked out of the room, Chu Qiao yawned, but suddenly a figure blurred and stood up. Chu Qiao was taken aback, but when she looked carefully, it was Li Ce who was sleepy.
Chu Qiao suddenly lost her sleepiness, and asked puzzledly, "You were squatting at the door just now?"
Li Ce yawned and said, "I heard that you were called by my queen mother for questioning, so I'll come and listen."
Chu Qiao was taken aback, "Won't you go in and listen?"
"It's hot inside," Li Ce said a nonsensical excuse, and then raised his eyebrows, "I'm afraid you two will fight in the middle of your conversation. I'm here, so I can get in in time to start a fight."
Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows, "Is your mother so bad-tempered?"
"Older women are somewhat eccentric." Li Ce said carelessly, "Besides, she has always disliked me, so she might take you."
Chu Qiao went out without talking to him, saying, "I'm so sleepy, I want to go back to sleep."
Li Ce echoed: "It's just right, I'm sleepy too, let's sleep together."
Chu Qiao turned her head and raised her fist, "Come if you are not afraid of death."
Li Ce laughed and said, "The thing I'm most afraid of in my life is the threat of a woman."
At this time, a young guard suddenly ran forward and shouted at Li Ce: "Prince, Mr. He's daughter has entered the palace, and she has gone to visit the fourth princess."
Li Ce immediately regained his spirits, bid farewell to Chu Qiao, and shouted: "Qiao Qiao, I have something important to do, so I won't accompany you for now."
Immediately, he followed the guard and left in a hurry.
Something important? Chu Qiao suddenly laughed, but that's good too, when she gets along with such a person, she doesn't have to worry about having any difficult feelings and worrying about the future.
On the small bridge, Chu Qiao fell asleep almost as soon as she sat down.
In the middle of the night, she was suddenly awakened by a burst of crying. Chu Qiao groped and got out of bed, put on a cotton white robe, and whispered Qiu Sui's name.
Qiu Sui lived in the outer room, obviously not asleep at the moment, ran in a few steps, and said: "Miss is awake, it's all right, Mrs. Hongluan is outside, and the servants have sent someone to drive her away."
Chu Qiao was a little surprised, "What happened?"
"When the girl came back in the afternoon, Mrs. Hongluan and her younger sister, Mrs. Qiu and met the girl's sedan chair on the road. Qiu and Mrs. deliberately asked his men to push the sedan chair, and almost pushed the girl's sedan chair into the lake. The iron guard happened to see it and told His Highness, His Highness sent someone to lock Qiu and his wife into the violence room. Mrs. Hongluan is now crying and begging your mercy, but you have nothing to do with this matter, and you can't afford to go into this muddy water. Just drive her away."
It seems that these people regard themselves as imaginary enemies, it's just a drama of women fighting for favor, Chu Qiao didn't take it to heart, but was secretly startled, the poison seemed to be getting deeper and deeper, she didn't even notice that someone was pushing her sedan chair, it was simply Too careless.
When I woke up early the next morning, the pool near the water had been set up, and a few goldfish were swimming in this high pool built with a lot of money. Chu Qiao sat by the window of the attic, reaching out her hand to gently shake the water in the water tank.
Suddenly heard a servant girl talking in a low voice outside, Chu Qiao's hearing is so good, it was Qiu Sui and another servant girl named Zichan.
Qiu Sui said: "I really don't know the severity. How many wives are there in this palace? Even if such a person doesn't make a big mess now, he will die sooner or later."
Zichan sighed, "She might think that His Highness is being fooled! Now it's all right, the dancers of Huai Song Dynasty died and were injured, and now there are not any left."
"Didn't you hear what my aunt said? The prince and Da Xia's marriage is to exclude Huai Song, these dancers of Huai Song will not be able to grow up, now it has come true."
"Ah? Are we going to fight Huai Song?"
"I don't know, but wasn't there another war in Tiger Mountain? Although it was a small war, I heard that many people died. Lord Luo just came back from his class and is going back to Beijing."
"Your Highness is angry this time. I haven't seen him get so angry! Mrs. Hongluan is doomed this time. Alas, everyone can see that His Highness cares about this girl, but she can't. "
Did Bian Tang start a war with Huai Song a while ago? Chu Qiao frowned slightly, so it was so, no wonder Bian Tang chose to marry Da Xia at this time. Li Ce looked amiable and mischievous, but he was still the prince of a country, so it's better not to take him too simply. The moon was hollow, and the white moonlight poured down like mercury, pouring in softly through the hollowed-out windows, and falling on the couch. Chu Qiao wore a pearl-colored soft skirt in the inner room, her black hair was scattered on the couch, she frowned slightly, and slowly opened her eyes, only to see the sparkling water outside the window, reflecting the soft moonlight, making her look more and more elegant Dust.
Sleep more during the day, but not sleepy at night.
Chu Qiao sat up, without disturbing the maid outside, walked to the window, and gently opened a corner of the window. But I saw a crabapple blooming in full bloom in front of the window, and its flower branches slanted out like red clouds, swaying gently in the cold night wind. Stretch out your finger and touch it lightly, and the red petals will fall, scattered between the wide sleeves of the robe.
On the Qingchi not far away, there are palace people rafting and rocking their boats, and the sound of flute is rustling, as if in an empty valley and a secluded mountain. Standing by the window, Chu Qiao looked like a naughty boy who had broken into the fairyland, not knowing what night it was. She didn't want to disturb the maids outside, so she lifted the hem of her skirt and stepped on the soft-soled embroidered shoes inlaid with pearls lightly, stepping on the tall branches, climbing over lightly, along the newly built waterwheel, along the second floor He fell down, turned his body, and landed firmly on the ground.
The soil for the crabapple was newly added, obviously it had just been moved from elsewhere. Recalling what he saw on the street before, Li Ce said with a smile that he would move the flower tree into the palace, but unexpectedly, he really did that.
For some reason, Chu Qiao's heart twitched slightly, she turned her head and stopped looking, as if she was afraid of causing some ripples in her heart.
It is now the end of summer, the heat of the day is no longer at night, and it is slightly cooler at the beginning. Chu Qiao was holding up her skirt, wearing court embroidered shoes that didn't fit well, and walked slowly on the ebony bridge around Qingchi. The cool breeze on the pool was blowing gently, making her skirt rustle. The sky is empty, the stars are sparse, and under the cover of clouds and fog, a crescent moon shuttles quietly in the palace. The light and shadow are dense, and the ground is white, like a puddle of clear water where the ice breaks.
Chu Qiao's expression was very serene, she hadn't had such a peaceful state of mind for a long, long time, the night wind was blowing on her face, as if she was in an illusion. As they were walking, a koi suddenly jumped up and smashed up a pool of spring water. The ripples were faint, but it was even more peaceful.
There was no one around, Chu Qiao simply sat on the wooden bridge, holding on to the ebony railing, looking at the shallow ripples on the lake, and gently resting her head on the growth rings of the logs.
I forgot how long it had been since she was so quiet. This trip to Bian Tang seemed to have washed away all the hostility and fatigue on her body. The secluded landscape, the garden full of summer flowers, the tactful cornices and bucket arches all show the unique charm of the south of the Yangtze River. She can finally breathe a sigh of relief and tell herself that this is not Zhenhuang, not Daxia, away from the killing, away from the pursuit, she is safe for the time being, and can breathe a little.
It has been eight years, even if she doesn't say anything, even if she is strong, in the end, she is still a little tired.
I wonder if the wind in Yanbei is as warm as here
Thinking of this, Chu Qiao suddenly laughed softly.
how could be? Yanbei is covered with snow all the year round, and the cold wind is fierce. Only Huihui Mountain has a grassy valley where horses can gallop. According to Yan Xun, there is a fairy from Yanbei on the mountain in western Fujian, who is the goddess who protects the people of Yanbei. She stood on the coldest mountain top all her life, watching all living beings in the lower world with her broad and fearless eyes. She constantly competes with the sky for sunshine and warm days, and then bestows them on her people.
Yanbei, Yanbei, even the gods of Yanbei are mother-like fighters. Every inch of Yanbei's land is filled with the blood and tears of the people fighting against natural disasters, man-made disasters and military chaos. It is a nation reborn under the bones of the dead. At the root of a flower, there are the blood and bones of the soldiers who defended the country, and in every ray of breeze, there is the spirit of giving their lives for freedom.
That is Yanbei, a land full of suffering, but never bowed its head to yield.
She has never seen the plateau covered with tall grass with her own eyes. She just heard people talk about it over and over again, talking about Yanbei and the history there in those dark, difficult days, when pigs and dogs were worse than dogs. Snow mountains and grasslands are the greatest pleasure for her and Yan Xun. They huddled in a dark corner, imagining the herds of wild horses and the rushing river, as if they saw great hope in the cold winter night. Those who have not experienced it will not be able to appreciate the emotion of being dependent on each other.
In that suffocating, vomiting, and maddening imperial city, they were two hairless little wolves, back to back, stretching out their inconspicuous paws. There is no wall or charcoal around them. They have nowhere to rely on and no way to keep warm. They can only rely on each other tightly, looking for the courage to survive from the eyes and body temperature of each other.
They are inseparable comrades-in-arms, close allies, and family members who cannot be separated. This kind of complicated emotion has already broken through the pure love between men and women, and turned into flesh and blood, and became a part of the body.
Many times, Chu Qiao didn't have time to think about her daughter's family affairs. In her short life, she seemed to have been running, fighting, and planning carefully, so she buried many things.
She is a rational person, she has always been, she knows what she wants, what she should not be contaminated with, and what is waiting for the future, so she walks carefully according to all these without making any mistakes. Perhaps such a character is very boring, dull and boring, but she is such a person.
Chu Qiao closed her eyes slowly, took a deep breath, he was coming, she could already smell the wind in the distance, and she knew that it was him missing her.
"How long are you going to sit there alone?"
Chu Qiao was startled, and turned her head suddenly, only to see that Li Ce was wearing a turquoise robe, the belt was loosely tied, and the skirt was slightly opened, revealing most of his chest. His hair is lightly tied with silk and satin on his back, and the sideburns are light on both sides. His eyes are like willow silk in March, narrowing slightly in the moonlight, like a half-sleeping fox. He looked at Chu Qiao with a smile, then stretched out his slender hands and yawned softly.