Four months is enough.
He smiled like this, and the fife played a cheerful tune to see her off. The clear flute sound, like a gentle lark, pierces through the extravagance and prosperity of the palace, and follows her figure all the way, stepping out of the palace gates, crossing the golden threshold, high corridors, and dark red palace walls. , went to a vast world.
Bian and Tang protect each other, but are squeezed out and suppressed by the family, almost ruining their bright future in dust.
Defeated to Yuegong, narrowly escaped death, shaped like a cunning rabbit but has no three caves, put it to death and retreated without a way out, abandoned by the family and country, fell into the ranks of the Xiaoxiao, was reviled by thousands of people, could not enter the ancestral temple genealogy, and finally became the first in the empire A traitor.
The Jedi rises up in a strange way, turning the world of Qinghai with one person's power. He is so powerful that he deters Simon. The time is not yet ripe, but he marches eastward, just to save his beauty from dying.
Da Xia sharpened his sword and eagerly wanted to plot Bian Tang, and Yan Bei sent troops to the east to avenge his wife's hatred. He was willing to give up his illustrious foundation and return to his hometown, betting with millions of troops, and finally got his meager wish.
Zhuge Yue, I always thought that I was the craziest person in the world, but in front of you, I finally realized how superficial and arrogant I was.
Li Ce smiled in his heart, how should he fight with a lunatic
We are all pawns that have been appointed by the gods. I can't break free, and Yan Xun can't break free. Only you have the courage to break free and escape again and again, and have the courage to jump into the vortex again and again. I will lose to you in the end. , Lost convincingly.
The tune is very light and brisk, and it looks so funny with the heavy cries of the officials below.
Sun Di stood under the palace, looking at the rebellious figure, listening to the joyful tune, but felt extremely lonely.
The road to the palace is long and cold, with high palace walls on both sides, and you can vaguely smell the sweet fragrance outside the palace.
Under such a bright and warm sun, whose heart is gently rippled, piercing through the lonely mist in every midnight, and disturbing the delicate jade dust in the lonely brocade palace.
He has always been like this, seeing everything in this world soberly with slightly drunk eyes.
As night fell, the officials were crying so hard that their voices became hoarse. Several old officials had shofars and had already been carried down early.
The entire palace was covered under a piece of extravagant lights, and the brilliant palace lanterns quietly illuminated the night of the Jinwu Palace through the thousands of doors and windows of the Jinwu Palace. Memories are chaotic, like a thin thread torn from the silk cloth, with a light tug, the entire gorgeous silk cloth is scattered, leaving only a piece of extravagant residual red.
Li Ce climbed down the ladder step by step, and all the officials climbed over crying, crying for His Majesty to pay attention to his body and not to make any nonsense.
"Your gentlemen are indeed loyal to me. Today, I have figured it out. My dear friends, please calm down quickly."
Everyone burst into tears, and the Emperor Xindao finally had an epiphany.
"In order to carefully reflect on what I said and did, I decided to stop the court for three days. Everyone, go home and think about it, and study the way to help the world and enrich the country." After finishing speaking, he walked away under the dumbfounded eyes of many ministers. , before leaving the Imperial Palace, he couldn't wait to say to the servant, "We will have a three-day banquet, and bring all the beautiful women selected this time to the Roufu Palace."
Everyone was speechless, and the emperor laughed triumphantly and left.
After leaving the Baizhi Pass, it is the land of Great Summer. Although it is already the middle of winter, Xianyang is located in the southwest, and the climate is mild. It was still raining when Chu Qiao left the pass.
Standing on the official road outside Xianyang City, she suddenly hesitated, wondering if she should go in. The eleven years of her life are a torrent of calligraphy and painting, the first eight years are the reflection of a dark night under the cold moon and ice under the waves, and the last three years are bloody and ferocious traces of brushes and knives, and now she suddenly throws away the shackles of fate , but she didn't know what to do.
The initial excitement gradually disappeared, and the cold mind was violently clashing in his mind. If it is true, what kind of identity is he now, and how can he interact with someone like her? She has already caused him to almost die several times, and now she wants to destroy everything in front of her with her own hands? And if what she thought was all wrong, what Li Ce said was nothing more than Yan Xun showing mercy and letting her go, then how should she feel
But now, she didn't even have the courage to open her mouth to ask a question.
In this way, she settled down in Xianyang City and rented a small house with a single courtyard, located in a remote place, with two weeping willows growing in front of the door, which were now bare.
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight days have passed, and the end of the new year has come, and the city of Xianyang is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and there is a lot of joy. The landlord next door saw that she was a single young woman living here alone, so he invited her twice and three times to celebrate the New Year with her, but she declined every time.
A few days later, the annual Lantern Festival came, and there was a clear snow in the early morning, but the snowflakes melted before they hit the ground, but a thin layer had accumulated on the trees. Looking from a distance, the mountaintops in the distance are white, with clear water veins at the foot of the mountain, and the city is full of phoenix trees covering the sun, with a lake and mountains.
The landlord is a fat woman in her thirties, she looks very kind, she has a pair of children under her knees, and her husband is a teacher at a private school in the city. The girl seemed to like Chu Qiao very much, and every day when she passed the door, she would stretch her neck and look in. Seeing that she was curious, her brother would sometimes support her underneath and let her lie on the blue wall to have a look.
In the evening, Chu Qiao was afraid that the landlord would come to ask her to eat again, so she went out by herself.
It’s not dark yet, and the lantern market has not yet opened, but the street is already very lively, bustling crowds are everywhere, all kinds of food stalls are arranged in a whole row around the street, and hawkers selling wine, food, shredded tobacco, rouge, and playthings are crowded. On Xianyang Main Street, Chu Qiao thought it was too busy, so she avoided it for a while.
Because it is a festival, the wives and ladies of wealthy families who usually don’t go out also leave the mansion one after another. You can see sedan chairs, soft chairs or carriages carried by several people everywhere on the street, passing by Chu Qiao one by one, and occasionally a few wisps of light drift out. Laughter, and the warm fumigated wind blowing in the distance, a peaceful and quiet scene.
Compared to the bright pink and green eyes, Chu Qiao was dressed very plainly, but after all, it belonged to the Bian Tang Palace, and it was more gorgeous and delicate than ordinary civilian clothes. The lotus-colored cloud gauze tunic, light blue lotus root and white long skirt, with very light-colored silk threads embroidered with faint magnolias, looking from a distance, it looks like a fresh lotus. Coupled with her calm and gentle demeanor, walking alone on the long and silent long street of Wutong, all the scholars and young men passing by rushed to pay attention, and occasionally those who wanted to come forward to strike up a conversation, but they hesitated a little when they walked up to her. I feel that her cool and calm air is not like the reserve and affectation of ordinary women, but she really doesn't pay attention to these figures, and if she hesitates for a moment, she has already gone far.
The sky was getting darker, the twilight was converging, and the heavens were beautiful, giving a full moon tonight, the stars were few, and the faint moonlight fell gently on her shoulders.
This is not the first time she has come to Xianyang City. Three years ago, she led troops to escape from Zhenhuang City. On the way, she met Zhao Chun'er brothers and sisters who were killed. After escorting them, they were chased and killed by Zhao Chun'er and fled all the way here.
Time flies, and time flies like water. Zhao Song has not heard from him for many years. The prince of the Tian family who called the wind and rain in those days must have faded out of the competition in the Great Xia due to his hidden illness. And Zhao Chun'er was even more scattered into mud, and stepped into the Nine Nether Place step by step, now he is scattered and scattered, and he doesn't know where he is.
A faint smile curled up on the corner of Chu Qiao's mouth. The smile was so thin that it disappeared before it reached the side of her face. It looked like a cage of faint smoke, scattered sadly in the cold wind.
Perhaps, what Li Ce said is right, in this world, people who are too smart are always unhappy.
In the distance, a large area of bright lights lit up, red, green, green, golden and dark pink, like colored glaze. The sound of firecrackers, the cheerful laughter of children, and the yelling of hawkers, came along the wind along the lakeshore, and in her ears, it was like a warm cold fire, burning warmly, but there was no warmth at all, as if Came from another world.
It has been a long time since the Shangyuan Lantern Festival.
She looked up, her gaze vaguely pierced through time, and was fixed on that first day.
The vermilion pony and the boy in white fur followed the young man with a snow-white rabbit lantern in his hand. When the man turned his head, there was cool silence in his eyes. She always thought it was cold and ruthless cruelty, and she looked down at the mortal beings below with disdain from a lofty posture.
But now, when she thinks back to the beginning again, she seems to see clearly into his eyes, and see a trace of eternity.
If there were no festive lanterns going around that day, no children's firecrackers to startle her pony, and if she didn't let her gallop out of the city and trek through the snow with Yan Xun all night, would everything have changed a little bit differently
Maybe not, maybe the hand that should be clenched is still clenched, the sword that should be raised is still raised, the oath that should be betrayed is still betrayed, everything will go slowly according to the process set by God, and no one can escape this fate. reincarnation.
But, at the very least, if there was no separation, then recalling the Shangyuan Lantern Festival about him today, there would not be only a blurred back and a warm candle.
Unknowingly, I have already traveled a long way. A big elm tree stands tall and thick by the lake. It is estimated to be thirty or forty years old. It is covered with red cloth strips and various paper-cuts. It is a superstition of the people in the countryside. They believe that there are gods living in the elm tree, and the thicker and older the tree, the more powerful it is.
Chu Qiao stood under the tree, an inexplicable emotion came from the bottom of her heart, she didn't know what was on the tree, she just quietly looked up, half-closed her eyes, staring for a long time, neither happy nor sad, her eyes pierced Through the dusty years, it looks like a clear lake.
She didn't know that when she was bought by Zhan's house three years ago, there was also a man passing by on horseback. That day, the sun was blue and white, and he was dressed in ragged clothes, standing quietly under the tree, passing her by just a hair's breadth away.
Chu Qiao reached into her bosom, but only touched one piece of jade pendant. Holding the jade pendant, she suddenly lost her mind.
She snatched it from Zhuge Yue when she was fighting with Zhuge Yue at the Tiancheng Shoufu in Neitian City of Wupeng City that day. Afterwards, she was found by him pretending to be a dancer, and he even asked her for it. Throw it into the lake in the mansion. The servants in Tian Chengshou's mansion were busy all night, digging the lake to divert water, but in the end it was all in vain.
On the day she left Yanbei, she didn't bring anything with her, but she brought it by accident.
As time went by, memories stuck to her heart like a piece of cold jade, she raised her head, her eyes filled with bitterness like water.
Going around, after all, is Liren's face. Even though the mountains and rivers are no longer, the years are twists and turns, and Yin and Yang are separated, there is still a lingering family and country enmity between them. Besides, she is so physically and mentally, how can she be close? and courage
Chu Qiao closed her eyes and threw the jade pendant up with her hand. It was only for a moment, but thousands of thoughts flooded into her mind, playing with the universe, she and him were nothing after all.
She turned around and was about to leave, but there was a crisp sound behind her ears, like slender fingers gently picking up the strings of a guqin, the sound was long and pleasant, and instantly penetrated the rice paddies of the spinal cord. Chu Qiao looked back in a hurry, two bright jade lights fell from the elm tree, and fell into her two hands impartially, one on the left and one on the right.
White and clear, warm and smooth, both in style and color are exactly the same, they are actually a pair of twin jade pendants.