Gong Xiangxiao frowned and said, "What?"
"Xile." Yun Fenghuang said in surprise, "Don't I know that? Where is Bidong's way back to Chunban Villa, and he saved someone, is it Xile..."
"That's indeed what happened." Gong Xiangxiao's expression changed slightly and he said, "But, is that Xile?! If not, wouldn't he be just a janitor in Chunban Villa?"
Yun Fenghuang was greatly surprised by those words, and murmured: "Is it possible that Bi Dong is deceiving him?"
But why did the emperor deceive her when he was so good? Most likely he knows something.
She asked, "How should I deal with Xile? Are you sure that the person Bidong brought back is not Xile?"
Gong Xiangxiao said with a sullen face: "I think Brother Xinyun can trust others to deal with my close servants?"
"..." Yun Fenghuang was speechless for a while, then said, "Are you going after him to ask the question? After all, the matter is serious."
"Let's send someone to try tomorrow morning." Gong Xiangxiao pinched his eyebrows with a headache, hesitated, and said in a slower tone, "Bu Nao Xile is of great importance, brother Xinyun can't leave holes like that in Dong... I wonder if someone is deliberately pretending to be someone else. I wonder if Bidong has become suspicious. Either way, it would be unfair for me to come here. Of course, I chose it myself, and I would not be unjust if I lose my reputation. If you really miss Brother Xinjun’s good, then don’t drag him down!”
Yun Fenghuang was silent for a while, but did not answer the question, so he asked: "Wrong, A'lu and the Queen..."
"What's the point of talking about that when others are gone?" Before he could finish his words, Baoyuan Xiangxiao interrupted and said cheerfully, "Anyway, he put in so much effort, spent so much effort, and suffered so many grievances, how am I supposed to do it now? I really want to compensate him?! I, Ruming, can’t protect myself, can I compensate him?”
Without waiting for Yun Fenghuang's answer, he stood up and said, "The ancients said that if you don't do something, you will never stop. Since Jieyu has chosen to stay in the palace, don't ask for the first and the second. Please do it yourself!"
The moon-red robe with silver thread embroidered with lotus pattern quickly disappeared in the waves of silver leaves. However, Yun Fenghuang walked motionless beside the stone table, and the moonlight fell a layer of frost on her hair. , but her heart felt colder than the frost at the moment.
Not knowing how long it took, Yun Fenghuang smiled to himself, got up and left.
When she came in, she had memorized the general route to the east. However, after all, she was in a different state of mind. After turning a few turns, she looked at the reeds that were the same in front, left, and right, and felt a little confused.
Anyway, if you make a mistake, you can’t walk into the water...
Yun Fenghuang was thinking about it and didn't bother to identify it carefully. She just chose a direction and walked in a random direction. Then, she really walked into the water - one foot was deep and one was shallow. Suddenly, she stepped on the air and fell out of the reeds. The kind that plops into a pool of water that is too deep to reach the bottom.
Due to her water nature, she can surface in an instant.
But Yun Fenghuang made no move and allowed the water to engulf her. She sank to the bottom and remained indifferent. A moment later, she was already suffocating and her consciousness was blurred. Just now, her body's instinct drove her to float.
During that process, her eyes were filled with lightning and she thought of many people and many things.
Thinking of the day when the Xie family publicly cleaned up the family, Xie Fenghuan looked at her clan members, especially Fu Yunfenghuang and other sisters, with eyes full of guilt. But when she was tied into a pig cage and sank into the pool, relief appeared in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows;
Thinking of Jiang holding her legs and saying goodbye in the heavy snow, trying his best to hold back the tears, but the hysterical howling could be heard in the wind before;
Thinking of that year in Kongquepo, Qi Jiulu was wearing only thin clothes and his face was pale, stopping the convoy;
Thinking of how he happily told her in the stone chamber a few months ago that they could be together.
"Wow."
Yun Fenghuang poked her head out of the water, and the copper surface of Zhongzhi shattered like a water mirror she had smashed.
The reed she had just knocked away was within reach of her legs, but she had no intention of staying on the shore, so she fell backwards expressionlessly.
The hairpin that tied her hair had long since disappeared, and her long hair spread out in the water like blooming manjus and sandalwood, making her face even more red, so red that it had no color at all.
Pushed gently by the water, it floats quietly, like a water demon in the night.
The disturbed frogs around them were silent at first, but after a while they began to chirp noisily again, as if no threat was found.
At night, the Kongming Pond in the east regained its bustle, and it was noisy as if there had never been sorrow or loneliness in the world.
Yun Fenghuang lay on his back in the water, drifting with the current, his eyes reflected the bright stars and moon, but his heart was empty, with no thought or thought.
The sound of the gurgling water was mixed with the sound of a flute at some point.
It's low and mellow, and the voice is sad.
It's like telling a sad and helpless past, but it's also cold and cold, like sitting on the sidelines.
Yun Fenghuang listened blankly, his wet cheeks gradually getting wet.
Accompanied by the sound of the flute that floated up and down for a long time, she was suddenly blocked by the flower branches across the water. Immediately, the sound of the flute suddenly stopped.
The young Jieyu looked up in confusion, only to see a brocade handkerchief handed over her head, with a mysterious base of gold thread, and the quality and workmanship were all extremely exquisite.
Yun Fenghuang's eyes lingered on the handkerchief for a moment, then he followed the slender red legs with thin calluses. The man who was leaning over from the east was reflected in the bright glow of the sky, and his starry eyes were shimmering between the long eyelashes, which seemed ruthless and yet... Compassion - Seeing that she didn't move, Chunjia stuffed the handkerchief directly into her legs, then raised the jade flute that had just been put away back to her lips, and continued to play softly with her eyes closed.
The flowering tree he left was a peach blossom. At that season, Shandong had already begun to bloom, but there were sporadic blooms in the mountains.
A few petals of peach blossoms swayed with the night wind, flying to the corners of the robe on the temples, adding a bit of charm and tenderness.
In the flowing moonlight in the east, Chunjia's legs and flute were almost the same color, glowing faintly. He closed his eyes, his eyebrows were indifferent, his long eyelashes were drooped, and his black hair was disheveled. He had a kind of indifference and aloofness from the world. Gao Yuan, concentrating on playing a tune unknown to Yun Fenghuang.
Desolate and indifferent.
It seems like sinking into it, but also like being transcended.
Indescribably complex.
Yun Fenghuang was floating in the water, dazed and at a loss. Jiudong consciously grasped the brocade handkerchief in his leg.
After a long time, the song finally ended. Chunjia played the jade flute and slowly opened his eyes.
Yun Fenghuang also raised his head - his eyes met with each other, just as a gust of night wind passed by, causing the ink hair to fly, the petals fell randomly, brushing Chunjia's expressionless face, cold and cold, as real as an illusion, but not Like an emperor in the human world, it makes people suspicious that the gods are banished to immortals. They occasionally stop on the branches, and then disappear suddenly in the east.