Someone in Huayandu Village saved them from fleeing with their lives, and someone gently hugged his knees on the cliff behind the house.
"Now, let me be your eyes."
Waking up at the foot of the cliff, she lowered her head and buttoned her clothes, her fingertips had a faint fragrance, which seemed to be lingering on the tip of her nose.
"If I leave Dijing and disappear forever, what will you think?"
"find you."
"Can't find it?"
"You can't get away. The world's borders, wind, rain, water, and soil will all belong to me in the end. If you become ashes and bones, that will also be my ashes, my bones."
Zhiwei.
The territory of the world, wind and rain, water and soil, even if they will eventually belong to me, I am afraid that what I find will not be the original you. The vast loess, the vast snow, the last heavy page of the 13th year of Changxi, whose crush is it? Ashes, whose bones.
"You grew up in the Central Plains, so you must not be used to grassland diet..."
On that day, the ancestral hall was full of shouts, and she rushed across the mountains to relieve the danger of the ancestral hall, and then fell into his arms like a light cloud.
That time in the dark room, he knelt in front of her and wiped her body quietly with his own hands, feeling lonely and desolate, thinking that everything would return to the original point and become strange from now on.
That time, she finally left her side, marched to Xita, picked feathers and picked up the wind before the mighty reeds, and wanted to listen to the sound of the wind with her.
That time when Anlanyu crossed the sea, amidst the clear and quiet sound of rising and falling waves, he slowly glued the coral to the envelope, thinking that the moment he lost her was like the sea falling, so he stayed up all night again.
In those nights, I wrote letters quietly in the dark, thinking about what kind of actions and methods she would use to hide the letters, and rejoiced silently in the silence of the moon and stars.
That day when I handed the box full of envelopes to Yan Huaishi, I could hear the joy in his tone that could not be concealed, and suddenly felt that the world was bright and the wind was peaceful.
But it turns out.
The shortest distance is just to make it more violent and distant when they are pulled apart.
There are twists and turns along the way, ups and downs, until today, is it really just a few words on this golden paper, whether it hurts or not? Is it really just His Royal Highness King Chu's plain greetings to Concubine Shunyi, which can be made public at any time
He stopped writing suddenly.
He pursed his lips.
Immediately, the pen moved swiftly, and the writing was extremely fast, and after every sentence, it suddenly turned into a torrent of water.
"Zhiwei, it snowed heavily in the imperial capital that day, enough to bury my knees. I lingered outside the side hall of Anping Palace for a long time. I heard that you stayed here overnight. There were scattered finger marks on the bushes outside the side hall, but you left You thought that tree was me at the time? It doesn’t matter if it’s me, why didn’t you wait for me to come and use your fingers to squeeze my throat? Go, avoid to the end of the grassland, this is really not like your temperament.
Zhiwei, some people are destined to block you, and you can’t hide even if you travel all over the world. Maybe you don’t want to hide, you just want to hide your strength and bide your time, or one day you will hit me with a knife, so don’t make me wait too long , Wei Zhi's letter of reward and promotion is still waiting for you in my drawer.
You also promised to wait for me on the other side of the road. Now the road is too far away, but no matter how far the road is, as long as you are willing to go on, you will reach it one day.
The box full of letterheads must have been trampled by you on horseshoes, or thrown into running water by you, it doesn’t matter, the writing is really ugly, I will rewrite each letter when I have free time, Xita Reed , Anlan Coral, together with Minnan Fengwei Wood, are not unique things in the world. What is truly unique is the mood in a certain encounter that cannot be forgotten in a lifetime.
I don't know where you kept that mood, I'm here, waiting for you to dig it out with your own hands.
Remember, don't make me wait too long. "
The envelope was sealed and sealed, and together with the exquisitely sealed gift basket, it was quietly placed on the table.
He leaned back slightly on the back of the chair, facing the letter, and quietly watched the sunlight pass through the curtain and go through the lattice window little by little, and then changed to the frosty moonlight, which covered the light green envelope like a light mist. Go up, blurring the handwriting a little bit.
The wind is on the eaves, singing a lonely tune, the night of the imperial capital is so long.
The night in the imperial capital was so long that someone tossed and fell for a letter from day to night.
The sun on the prairie was bright and brilliant, and the crowd in the royal court celebrated like a sea, making people forget their sorrow.
He Lianzheng drove down the horse with Feng Zhiwei in his arms, and then fell into the sea of crowds. After struggling for a long time, he finally reached the gate of the palace. Throw in greasy glutinous rice cakes.
As soon as he turned around the crowd, Feng Zhiwei slapped He Lianzheng's chest with a clever technique, so that He Lianzheng's hand was loosened, and Feng Zhiwei had already floated to the ground.
She straightened her skirt, turned around and left without even looking at He Lianzheng.
"Hey, are you angry?" He Lianzheng quickly followed and grabbed her sleeve, "Don't, don't, auntie, auntie, I won't do it next time."
Every time he felt guilty and called her aunt, Feng Zhiwei turned her face helplessly and said, "Do you remember?"
"I couldn't help it." He Lianzheng's eyes lit up, and he looked up at the extremely high sky in the grassland, "Zhiwei, I finally came back from the Imperial Capital, God knows how much I hate the Imperial Capital, lifeless, everyone is wearing masks , everyone lives involuntarily, you can only trust three points of what everyone says, it is better to go to the grassland, the sky is higher than the imperial capital, Zhiwei, I just want you to know my joy."
I just want you to know my joy.
Feng Zhiwei's eyebrows trembled slightly, and she smiled sadly for a moment—I know, I know, but it's a pity that you just want to share with me the joy that can fill the entire grassland, and I have no place to put those joys.
There, in the place of the heart, there is only the first snow in the imperial capital in the thirteenth year of Changxi, which falls slowly and never stops.
"It's so lively!" A cheery voice came from behind, and Chunyumeng followed excitedly with his guards, and said loudly, "I like the girl from the Huzhuo Department! Ask for a wife tomorrow!"
"Aren't you going back?" Feng Zhi smiled.
Chunyu suddenly suppressed his smile, Feng Zhiwei stared at him in astonishment, and said, "You really don't want to go back? How is it possible, your Chunyu family is the Chu king's cronies, you go back, relying on Nan Hai and this escort, the Chu king I will definitely arrange an important real job for you, and you have a bright future, so don't give up."