After combing his hair, he turned his face sideways and said to her with a smile, "Are you in good spirits?"
His eyes were deep and silent, and the moonlight shone through the screened window fragments, shining on his face, revealing a twilight of ignorance. He is still so handsome, with slender eyes, tall nose, and jade-like cheeks, faintly revealing the charm of the king of the Tian family. It's just that the lifeless energy between his brows gradually spread, and his face was as pale as a dusty white jade.
Chu Qiao forced a smile and nodded, "It's so handsome."
Li Ce frowned and asked, "Praise me?"
Seeing Chu Qiao nodding, he smiled happily, just like before.
"Li Ce," Chu Qiao suppressed the sadness in her heart, and asked softly, "Do you have any other wishes?"
"Wish?" Li Ce frowned, thoughtfully, and smiled lightly after a long time, "No more."
He suddenly breathed a little hastily, stretched out his hand to her, and said softly, "Qiao Qiao, let me hug you."
The wind outside the window suddenly picked up, and the small open window was blown open. The moon sprinkled a pale color on the empty hall, shining the snowy snow all around. The wind blew from Taiqing Lake far away, bringing the smell of clear lotus, Chu Qiao's throat seemed to be bitten by someone, and it hurt ferociously. She knelt on the ground, half-lying in his arms, tears slipped down and wet his clothes.
The breath on the top of the head disappeared little by little, like a breeze blowing away the tender cherry blossoms, and there was no more sound. The moonlight shone obliquely on them, vaguely, it seemed that it was the young and frivolous man many years ago, the evil man in red clothes and black hair descended from the sky, exhaling and laughing behind her ear: "Don't you stop? "
The years are like a big dream, the prosperity is gone, and the rest is just a thick pale.
Chu Qiao's eyes were like burnt ashes, with a deadly coldness, her eyes were empty, she stood up little by little, and looked back, but he was still sitting quietly, with his head tilted, as if caught in a trap. In a good dream.
The fragments of memory are scattered and scattered, and the majestic man with flowers and flowers has removed his disguise layer by layer. The gorgeous green willows and splendid luxury of the past have finally turned into today's turbidity and loneliness, and finally reflected the afterglow of the sunset, blending into this The night of the funeral.
The palace gate suddenly opened, and the cold moonlight shone unobstructed on her body. There was thick ink in the distance, and there were densely packed harem women, high-ranking officials and ministers kneeling in front of the palace gate.
Sun Di looked at her with a trembling question in his eyes.
She looked at him in a daze, her body was numb, after all, she nodded slowly, slowly.
"The Emperor is dead—"
Huge weeping resounded through the heavens at the same time, and there were mournful cries everywhere in the whole palace, and the long death knell pierced through the mist of night.
Chu Qiao raised her face, the strong wind blew her thin clothes, and in the empty sky, she seemed to see a clear face, with a high nose and thin lips, slightly protruding eyes, like a cunning and smiling fox...
A palace official ran along the long alley of the palace and whispered a report in front of Sun Di. They were too far away, and their voices were broken and messed up by the wind, but a few words still fell into her ears.
"As soon as the death knell rang... I hit my head on the corner of the table... Blood flowed all over the floor, and I was dead... After all, it was the Queen Mother..."
The moon was frosty, the blood was almost frozen, and a line of tears finally slipped down silently again, soaking into this amiable palace stained with the blood of an unknown number of people.
The beauty of the streets in Tangjing is still the same. There is a cool wind blowing from the lake with the fresh fragrance of lotus. The willows on both sides of the road are swaying with the wind, and the branches are swaying, like the soft waist of a dancer.
In the twilight of the setting sun, the tired birds return to the forest, and the red shadows of the Red River are like a blood-stained expanse.
During the funeral of Bian Tang, everyone wore plain single clothes, and even the hanging lanterns were wrapped in white cloth. Walking on the street, one could smell the desolation and desolation everywhere.
The sky gradually darkened, and the moon rose from the treetops in a round round, hanging brightly in the distant sky.
Today is the White Moon Festival, and it has been a month since Li Ce passed away.
Zhuge Yue sent his subordinates many times to take her away, but she stubbornly stayed there, with a thought supporting her, preventing her from leaving wantonly. Dreaming back in the middle of the night, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, Li Ce left, taking all the songs, dances and music from the Jinwu Palace, and the huge palace fell into a long silence. Walking in the long alley, she could even hear her own heartbeat, reminding her all the time that some people are gone, but some are still alive, and there are some things she hasn't done yet.
She and Li Ce used to walk this road together. That night, when she woke up in a coma, he held her hand like a big child, ran crazily in the palace, passed through the nine palaces, Pass through the Linlang Flower Garden, pass through the rockery and stone forest, and walk out of the palace gate. They rode together, and he sat in front of him, laughing and guiding her, and from time to time he would turn around and laugh at the guards who were like ants on a hot pot.
In a blink of an eye, everything changed, everything was completely different, and nothing remained.
Today's street market is no longer the bustling scene of the day, it is in a depression, and the few shops are also deserted. During the national funeral, all festive activities were cancelled, and the common people stopped going out. There was no passenger flow, and the vendors who set up stalls could not come out. The originally crowded market is now empty, with withered and yellow leaves curling everywhere, hitting her white clothes from time to time.
After walking for a long time, I came to the stall where I ate noodles last time. I didn't expect that they were still there, but there were no customers. The host was sitting on the chair, drowsy, and when he saw her coming in, he was taken aback for a moment, then jumped up, looked at her carefully, then wiped the stool for her, and arranged her to sit down courteously.
It was still the proprietress, who seemed to have left no marks on her face in the past few years, and still had that white and delicate temperament. When she walked up to Chu Qiao, her eyes were out of focus, but she said with a smile: "Young lady hasn't come for a long time. gone."
Chu Qiao was slightly taken aback, and asked, "Do you still remember me?"
"He recognized it, and ran to tell me."
The woman smiled coquettishly and pointed at her husband standing behind her. The man blushed and smiled shyly, revealing a row of white teeth.
"Where is the eldest son? I haven't seen him for a while."
The woman asked suddenly, her eyes were curved like two moons. The wind blew over from the other end of the long street, and with a whistling, the stall's banner was lifted, and the man hurriedly stepped forward to block the wind and sand for his wife, his movements were so natural.
Chu Qiao was a little stunned, and then heard the woman ask: "Girl? Girl?"
Chu Qiao came back to her senses, smiled lightly, and said, "He's gone far away."
"Oh." The proprietress nodded and said, "Then when will you be back?"
The fallen leaves piled up, the autumn wind swept the ground, Chu Qiao's heart became colder inch by inch, her complexion became paler, and her throat felt a little choked up. She thought for a while and said softly: "He moved away, maybe he won't come back."
The proprietress couldn't see Chu Qiao's expression, and wanted to continue asking, but was pulled back by her husband. The clever woman immediately understood, turned around and left. After a while, hot noodles were served, along with a plate of beef and half a plate of shrimp dumplings. From a distance, one could smell the sour smell of vinegar.
Chu Qiao picked up the chopsticks, took out the handkerchief around her waist, wiped it lightly twice, and began to eat bite by bite.
The noodles are piping hot, topped with sesame oil and chopped green onions, very fragrant and fragrant. Chu Qiao ate very slowly. She hadn't eaten properly for a long time, and there was sour water in her stomach, as if she was about to vomit it out.
"The shrimp dumplings will be cold in a while."
A very crisp voice suddenly sounded from the side, Chu Qiao turned her head to look, it was a little girl in her teens, her features were very familiar, she raised her head and glanced at the proprietress over there, immediately remembered this child, and called out tentatively. Said: "Qian'er?"
The child frowned and asked seriously, "Do you know me?"
Chu Qiao smiled and didn't speak. The child sat on the chair beside him and asked, "Have you come to my house for dinner before?"
"En." Chu Qiao nodded.
A familiar melody sounded, Chu Qiao raised her head, and saw the shadow puppet troupe at the corner start singing again.
"Do you like listening to plays?"
the child asked.
Chu Qiao couldn't help but smiled, rubbed the child's hair, and said, "You still like listening to operas so much."
"I go out here with my parents every day, and there's nothing to do. I hear your accent sounds like a foreigner. Can you understand our local opera?"
Chu Qiao shook her head.
The child quickly said: "Then I will tell you."
"I've heard you talk about it before."
"It's a new play!" said the child, "It's a new play from Shangshangshangshang last month!"
Chu Qiao had no choice but to say, "Then tell me."
The momentum of the theater troupe seems to be different from the past. There are more musicians and the stage is bigger, but the business has plummeted. The surrounding area is empty, only two three- and four-year-old children are doing somersaults in front of the stage, and there is no audience. , but the troupe still played professionally. At the same time, a lifelike shadow puppet appeared on the screen, so exquisite that even his clear eyebrows could be seen from such a distance.
"He is the little prince."
The opening is the same, but the prince has changed his face now, the carving is exquisite, the soundtrack is wonderful, no matter how you look at it, it is not a folk grass stage troupe.
At this time, another shadow puppet came to the stage.
"This is a little girl.""Once, when the little prince was on a foreign tour, he met this little girl. The little girl can do kung fu and beat up the little prince. He was angry and wanted to beat her up, but then something happened and he fell in love with her."
I haven't seen him for a few years, and the child's storytelling level has obviously improved. She raised her head and smiled and asked Chu Qiao: "Do you want to know what happened?"
Chu Qiao's hand holding the chopsticks was icy cold, she nodded blankly.
The child said triumphantly: "Once they encountered bad people, the little girl was very kind and saved the little prince several times. The little prince thought, this little girl is really righteous, I want to marry her home and live a good life.
"Unfortunately, the little girl doesn't like the little prince. She likes another person. Later, she followed that person away."
Another figure appeared on the stage, completely different from the other two figures, with rough workmanship, no clothes, just a silhouette, standing there naked, holding a small wooden stick in his hand, looking silly.
"But that person is not good, he is domineering, ugly, poor, and he likes to bully others. Anyway, he is not a good thing. Later, the little girl came to her senses and left this person."
At this time, another character appeared on the stage.
"The little girl fell in love with this person again, but this person is not good, he is proud, self-righteous, bullying, and ugly. Tell you secretly, he may still have a habit of cutting off his sleeves. He and them A prince of the country has a close relationship, and he might be a lunatic anyway."
The little girl breathed a sigh of relief and said with a sigh: "In the end, the little girl grew into a big girl and finally realized her mistake. So she resolutely left this man and came back to look for the little prince. After becoming the Great Emperor, she is handsome, rich, and personable, and kind, dedicated, and persistent. The eldest girl regretted it so much that she cried and wanted to marry the Great Emperor. She blocked the door of the Great Emperor's house every day. To be a daughter-in-law for others. In the end, the great emperor took pity on her and reluctantly agreed."