But when you can see it, you can't see it anymore.
"wait for me."
"I always wait for you to return to Beijing together."
"I remember your current outline. If you find out that you are thinner then, I won't forgive you."
"Why don't you forgive me?"
"Killing you is irreconcilable with you."
At that time, the jokes became a prophecy.
The road to the South China Sea will always diverge at Ueno Port, on the wet bluestone ground of the port, she will never stand there with her fluttering clothes.
She will not wait for him to go to see the reed marshes together, where the reed flowers bloom and fade every year, and she will always be in her dreams.
She will no longer check whether his outline is fat or thin, even if he is emaciated and torn apart.
She won't spare him again—that way, the two lives she cherishes the most are coldly separated between him and her.
From now on, she and him are really at odds—Princess Shengying, Concubine Shunyi, she walked so resolutely that she didn't even wait to question her face to face—she has made up her mind, no need to say more, he knows it.
That day, he lingered outside the gate of Taihe for a long time, and finally turned around silently, unable to catch up, and could not catch up.
What can I say after catching up? Are you saying it wasn't his order? Said that Xin Ziyan didn't listen to him to make up his own mind? Said that Ning Cheng arbitrarily wrote a postscript in the secret letter to encourage Xin Ziyan? Or did he never think of uprooting her
Some explanations, not to mention she wouldn't believe it, even he wouldn't believe it.
When they first met in the Qiu Mansion, he went to contact Fifth Yiniang and asked her to steal the birthday characters of the Feng family siblings. After so many years of investigation, Jin Yuwei had initially locked his eyes on the Feng family siblings.
At first, it was Feng Hao who was suspicious. Mrs. Feng took such great care of the child, so he thought so, but when Binghu saw her, he suddenly began to notice her.
That kind of resolute and cold, calm, like the deep blood that usually flows in the royal family.
Mrs. Feng spoiled Feng Hao, who was responsible for revitalizing Dacheng, into a dandy, but educated her abandoned daughter into an outstanding and beautiful woman.
Intuitively, he didn't believe it.
He asked his gang of well-informed dandies from the capital to get close to Feng Hao, trying to provoke Feng Hao, who is greedy for vanity, to turn him into a valuable item among sellers. The royal children all have gold and jade certificates to prove their blood identities. However, once something is found secretly without telling Madam Feng, the matter will be settled.
The dudes seduce Feng Hao, but his eyes are on Feng Zhiwei.
Encounter in the brothel, encounter in the academy, the prince's rebellion, Shao Ning's frame-up, Concubine Rong's birthday celebration, the deceit of the will, bumps and bumps all the way, step by step, she saw her as a young phoenix in the wild, and her voice was clear.
He was vigilant, but approached involuntarily.
I don't know when it started, but the purpose of following her figure changed from the initial surveillance to addiction.
It's fate, fate, and sin. She is blinded by the vortex in the depths of her eyes, making him unable to jump in by himself. When he wants to pull out, he is already suffocated.
The curtain was drooping deeply, and the drooping curtain couldn't see through the light spring breeze of February. Ning Yi put his hand on the table and removed the ink-stained paper.
Another piece of clean paper is spread out, the Zihao is lifted again, the ink is freshly moistened, and the pen is slowly written.
"The words are in the footsteps of the concubine Shunyi:"
There is a flash of light in front of my eyes, vaguely tall and majestic and majestic as the old bridge, leaning on the bridge railing on the thin snow, sharing a jug of cheap wine.
He pointed to the mountains and rivers, and said proudly, "It's the day, the old ministers of Dacheng lay down like grass, and they are all under my emperor's feet."
She drank the wine silently, and smiled coldly, "It's nothing more than bloody swordsmen."
At the end of the remaining night, she poured out the pot and poured wine on the towering high bridge.
"The last drop of wine, to this lonely bridge, the world is ups and downs, but this bridge is the only one that lasts forever."
The world is really ups and downs, and in the end, no one is anyone anymore, only the long bridge stands silently, in the desolate wind.
"It's been a long time since we left, is Qing An?"
He leaned against her cheek, held her finger, and rubbed her fingers repeatedly. He lowered his head slightly, and couldn't get any closer. Tilting her head, her cheeks were as delicate as jade, but her mood was like emerald green leaves gliding across the surface of the water, splashing with ripples and layers of water, rippling away silently.
No, no, no, no, that day the small courtyard outside the palace rubbed ears and temples together, and it was so beautiful that it was so cold that it was finally buried by the long sky and deep snow.
"It's been almost half a year since we parted in Longxi..."
Where the lanterns flashed, like jade beads flying from the sky, it was Concubine Rong's birthday, so many newcomers laughed, but no old ones cried.
In the ruined palace in the rainstorm, the dark palace was burning with fire, she gave him a back view of baking clothes, demure and gentle.
"Do you think you are so beautiful that I can't help it?"
"I think I can."
The dark room is fragrant and warm, and the mind is entrusted. Whose lips are so sweet and fragrant, containing the boundless spring scenery of thousands of years, as soon as you touch it, you will be amazed, and if you go deeper, you will lose your soul. He finally lost his soul and heart.
"Zhiwei, even if everyone in the world is our enemy, I don't want you alone."
Zhiwei, Zhiwei, it turns out that as long as you are my enemy, the world will be my enemy.
"It's spring in the imperial capital, and the scenery is fine. I don't know how the scenery is in Hongye beyond the Great Wall..."
The scenery was fine that day, and the banyan tree was full of green shade. She stood with her hands behind her back, "Ask the King of Chu to come down and talk to me."
When he came, no matter how he opposed him, he was unwilling to break her promise.
With fragrant tea in his hands and sharp words, he understood Feng Zhiwei who was struggling in the imperial capital and was unwilling to be let down by others, but he tried to hold back the heart that was doomed to go astray.
"Don't talk about pros and cons, don't talk about the future, just ask about your heart at this moment—your heart."
"My heart is where it should be, maybe one day it will be overturned, and it will be overturned in exchange for it."
"Zhiwei, leave the officialdom and return to Qiufu... In the future, you will be mine..."
"Ning Yi, king of Chu, is not qualified!"
Zhiwei, I am indeed the unqualified person, and I have already brazenly acted before the Sixth Court of Sangong.
It is spring in the imperial capital, but there is one person missing in this spring, and spring is no longer that spring. The banyan tree in Qingming Academy is evergreen. Who else in this life would hand over fragrant tea with bare hands
"It's bitter cold in the north, late in the morning and late at night, don't forget to keep warm..."