Chu Qiao didn't ask him why he didn't show it in the dense forest battle even though he was so good at it, and he didn't ask him why he was so good at playing the flute but found the old master to pretend to be himself playing the flute to seduce those girls , and didn't even ask him why he didn't come to see him once in the past few days, but instead he was drinking and messing around every night.
Everyone has their own concerns, and also has a side that they don't want to show in front of others, especially these royal nobles, under the bright yellow silk and satin, they suppress too many heavy burdens. Those reasons were too heavy, she couldn't bear to uncover them, and couldn't understand them.
The moonlit night was cold, but the breeze was warm. They walked quietly, and no one spoke.
This night is destined to be a sleepless night. That night, Chu Qiao had a dream, and dreamed of that snowy night, the Yong Lane of the Shengjin Palace was so long and so silent, the singing in the front hall was blown by the wind, it was lively and soft, the music was bright and extravagant The chime bells rang throughout the palace.
The person in the dream stood in front of her, bright red blood flowed from his severed finger, but he smiled awkwardly and said to himself: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all."
That smile was like spring water, enveloping her heart and making her feel comfortable and safe for many years.
When I woke up, most of the pillow was wet with tears, and the shallow water stains wet the rose-colored soft pillow, which was as red as blood-stained rouge.
Chu Qiao sat there flustered. After so long, she suddenly felt that she couldn't wait any longer.
Even if the palace people were busy opening umbrellas in the middle of the night, they still couldn't stop the decline of the lotus leaf. A layer of autumn rain and a layer of coolness, when I woke up in the morning, all the green lotuses in the whole pool fell, and the black branches and leaves were tangled in one place, touching each other, and it seemed that even the water in the pool had become dirty.
As for the golden chrysanthemums, they bloomed prematurely, and they didn't want continuous rain. The weather was cool and windy, and yellow flowers piled up all over the ground, making them extremely haggard.
While eating breakfast, I heard that the newly conferred palace maid was so arrogant that she violated Li Ce's taboo and had already been thrown into the cold room. Although Li Ce did not order the execution, but because the woman was quite arrogant and domineering during the few days she was favored, so this time when she was in trouble, the wives of several palaces joined hands to make some tricks. Now that the autumn is cold, the cold room is remote and there is no fire and candles, after a lot of tossing, I feel sad and worried, and it is hard to live.
The maids only talked about this matter for a while, and didn't pay much attention to it. Obviously, this kind of thing is common here, but Chu Qiao felt a little sad. She didn't know much about Li Ce, and most of what she saw was his playful and smiling face. Although she knew that this person was not simple, she would inevitably take it lightly.
He, after all, is the prince of Bian Tang, the future king of a country.
After breakfast, Chu Qiao wanted to find someone to pass on to Li Ce, but before Qiu Sui left, Cicada came back quickly, panting, and shouted: "Princess Daxia is entering the city!" Already!"
Chu Qiao was taken aback, but Qiu Sui had already said first: "Daxia's Princess Marriage? Didn't you say that you will only come during the big wedding? It's still more than a month away."
"Who said it wasn't!" Chan'er said, "And there is no guard of honor, the princess came alone on a horse, and now she has arrived at Qin'an Hall, the emperor and the crown prince have rushed away."
"The Ninth Princess is quite capable. I heard that she is only thirteen years old this year. How can she be so courageous?"
"It's not the ninth princess, it's the eighth princess, Empress Muhe's biological daughter. It is said that their ninth princess got sick and died. This princess came to replace her younger sister."
When Chu Qiao heard this, it seemed as if something broke in her heart, and she couldn't help trembling slightly.
Is the golden branch and jade leaf that was delicate and weak in the past, so brave today? Suffering is indeed the best catalyst for all growth in the world.
Time flies, the former girl with a bun is already slim, but now her fierce and noble face is like the mist and clouds in the picture scroll, so bright and dazzling, it makes people dizzy to watch.
However, who would remember that a long time ago, she was also innocent and kind, with a clear smile, wearing a long taupe-colored dress, holding a rabbit tail in her hand, and smiling coquettishly, "Brother Xun, thank you, Chuner is good!" happy… "
Time is so fast, the past is like a cloud of smoke. Some things will eventually pass away; some feelings will eventually be buried in the bones; some blood will eventually flow between heaven and earth; some love and hatred will eventually gain eternal life in death. For two whole days, Li Ce did not step into the harem, because of the arrival of Zhao Chun'er, the drama of Li Ce's big wedding started to boil ahead of time. Now the big wedding ceremony is getting closer and closer.
Just as Chu Qiao expected, Daxia's guard of honor and kinship missions arrived later, only one day later than Zhao Chun'er. Although Daxia changed her mind before marriage and replaced Zhao Chun'er, the princess's noble blood did not make her feel too embarrassed. After all, for Bian Tang, who paid attention to the distinction between bloodlines and scholars, Zhao Chun'er's status as the only biological daughter of Empress Muhe of Great Xia still won her a lot of attention.
The officials of Bian Tang were obviously pleasantly surprised by Zhao Chun'er's arrival. Hundreds of pens at Yushitai waved their flags and shouted, praising the historical significance of the marriage between Bian Tang and Da Xia. The timid civil servants were full of eloquence, and an article was full of flowers and flowers. It seemed that the friendship between Da Xia and Bian Tang could be traced back to ancient times. The eight states forced the royal family of Bian and Tang to retreat in a hurry, and the emperor was trapped at the gate of the country, losing the entire northwest barrier.
But there is one thing that no one else knows. Chu Qiao frowned slowly, and lightly pinched the green gauze of the window curtain with her pale fingers, a gold leaf was stained on the center of her eyebrows, adding a bit of beauty.
Zhao Chun'er was insulted in the chaos that day, and now she is no longer perfect. As a Princess of Great Xia, she may not have to verify her integrity like ordinary concubines before she is selected, but once she has intercourse, the experienced Li Ce cannot fail to notice.
Of course, even if Li Ce finds out about this, it is impossible to pursue Da Xia afterwards. After all, Daxia's princess slept in Li Ce's bed, and afterward, he, a vagabond, ran out and said that this woman was not a virgin, and no one would believe it. What's more, Li Ce has always been strongly opposed to this marriage. This incident is likely to be regarded as another nonsense by Li Ce. With Li Ce's cleverness, he will not go out and publicize that he has been put on a super big green hat.
Perhaps Zhao Chun'er will get married smoothly, but as an unclean and pro-princess, her future fate can also be imagined. With Zhao Chun'er's personality, would she really endure all this voluntarily
Chu Qiao was secretly cautious, but unfortunately, she couldn't express her worry.
The situation here in Bian Tang became more and more chaotic, but Chu Qiao calmed down carefully, not leaving the palace in a hurry. In this way, Chu Qiao stayed in Tang Palace for another two days, her body recovered more than half, and her spirit became more refreshed day by day.
Li Ce found a lot of elixir for wounds, the wounds on Chu Qiao's body were completely free of scars, and even the old wounds were healed seven to eight out of ten. After many days of conditioning, her complexion also looked much better. No longer as skinny as before, ready to fall at the sight of the wind.
At night, when the cool breeze picked up, Chu Qiao was wearing a soft shirt, sitting in front of the carved window, the night wind gently lifted her clothes, feeling a bit cold. Footsteps sounded slowly from the corridor outside, and there was only one person. Those who can come here at this time, don't think about it as a second person. Sure enough, within a short while, Li Ce was wearing a navy blue gown, his face was a little red, smelling of alcohol, he stood at the door and looked at her, but he didn't come in.
Chu Qiao looked back at him, and saw that his footsteps were slightly heavy, as if he could not even stand up, she quickly got up, walked to his side and wanted to help him. Unexpectedly, as soon as Li Ce stretched out his hand, Li Ce suddenly pulled her to sit on the threshold, then lowered his head, resting his forehead heavily on her shoulder, and murmured wearily: "Qiao Qiao, I'm exhausted. "
Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment, she stretched out her hand in the air, suddenly not knowing what to do.
The night wind blew, and the fragrance of Du Ruo wafted faintly between the breaths. Li Ce's sleeves were embroidered with light gold patterns, and the fine stitches were as smooth as water. Chu Qiao took a deep breath, and asked softly: "Li Ce Ce, what's wrong with you?"
Li Ce shook his head and did not speak.
Chu Qiao asked tentatively: "Is it because of the marriage with Daxia? You don't like Zhao Chun'er?"
Li Ce still didn't speak, Chu Qiao sighed helplessly, then sat next to him on the threshold, letting Li Ce lean on her shoulder, without making a sound.
At the beginning of autumn, the air of twilight grass is faintly filled, and the new moon outside the window looks like a new eyebrow, faintly passing through the window lattice, and the silvery white light spills all over the ground. Drops, slowly flowing down the silver-white candlestick.
The chirping of the autumn insects made the room feel deserted. After all, this empty palace has not been inhabited for a long time.
"Qiao Qiao, did you send someone to look for me the day before yesterday?" Li Ce said suddenly, his voice was a little low, but he was not as tired as before. He sat up straight, his eyes darkened, as if the soft man before was not him. Chu Qiao knew that his weakness had passed, and now he was the invincible Prince Bian Tang again.
"Yes," Chu Qiao nodded, "I want to leave."
"Okay, I'll send someone right away to take you to Yanbei tomorrow." Li Ce nodded without hesitation, and said in a deep voice.
"No, I don't want to go back to Yanbei for the time being, I still have things to do here."
Li Ce frowned slightly, and he looked at Chu Qiao fixedly, with some traces of inquiry and thought in his eyes.
Chu Qiao said: "You don't have to guess, I'm waiting for someone, as for who this person is, you don't have to ask."
Li Ce smiled slyly, and said, "I'm afraid you are going to go out of the wall with Yan Xun Hongxing on your back, Zhuge Yue is coming soon, do you want to go find him?"
Chu Qiao rolled his eyes at him impatiently, "Just guess."
"You'd better be careful," Li Ce said, leaning on the doorpost, "I can still protect you under my nose, but it's hard to protect you when you go out. People from Daxia have entered the city, and they obviously I have already heard the news that you are in the palace, how much the Xia people hate you, there is no need for me to remind you."
Chu Qiao nodded, and suddenly thought of Zhao Song with a broken arm, her expression turned pale, and she said softly, "I understand."
Li Ce squinted at her, saw that she was silent, stood up suddenly, grabbed her hand, and said loudly, "Go, I'll take you to a place!"
The night fog is gray and white, and the dim palace lanterns are hidden in the darkness, like balls of warm fire. Li Ce, in plain robes and brocade clothes, took her hand and ran with big strides. The night wind passed through their hair, light and fluttering, like the finest cloud brocade gauze.
The two came to a courtyard where Chu Qiao had never been before. They walked through flowers and willows all the way, stepped on the dew in early autumn, turned through a few small doors, and brushed aside a clump of green willows. Appearing in front of my eyes, I can only see that the lotus leaves are piled up, covering the sky and the sun. The plain white lotus looks like a snow sculpture under the moonlight, and the fragrance is compelling, making people want to smell it.