Concubine Xian Shu smiled smugly, "The princess is not going to join forces with me." The princess must know that after Concubine Lan becomes a concubine, then your life will not be easy!"

Qingli raised his face and straightened his neck, and said with a smile: "I will not join the battle between the two of you, for me, there is no difference between the two of you, but one has resentment outside, and the other has resentment buried in the heart." ”

The fire filled the beautiful face of the virtuous concubine, accompanied by the crisp touch of the jade beads on her ears, her long legs stepped towards the door, and suddenly turned to Qingli and said coldly: "Princess, don't regret it!"

With that, she walked out of the Zhu Yumen. Qingli's eyes seemed to gather but not gathered, looking at the white flowing clouds that decorated the blue sky.

Standing quietly for a while, Qing Li sat down on the soft mahogany, as if she was pondering something, the white neck was reflected by the light that came in, like the jade that glowed with strong light, and with the soft and smooth feeling of silk.

The clouds and shadows in her brain flowed, the willow dai frowned, and the tips of her eyebrows were also cool, I don't know what she thought, she couldn't sit still and moved.

In order to drive away the unhappiness, Qing Li ordered someone to bring the well-known guqin Qinghe, this guqin was given to her by her mother when she was ten years old, she learned all kinds of instrumental music since she was a child, and she was quite good at the pipa and the guqin.

Qianqianyu's hand was lightly pressed and slowly twisted, first playing a song of neon clothes and raincoats, and then playing Liuyao. The slender jade fingers hooked, like big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate.

The music seems to be sad but not sad, like sad but not sad.

Qing Li's glazed eyes became darker and darker, like a whirlpool, confusing the person who looked at it.

The night slowly soaked the clear dormitory, and the flickering lights were like butterflies fluttering, turning and turning in no direction, walking towards the darkness, and the only light was extinguished.

Xiao Yue wanted to light the oil lamp again, but Qing Li's eyes sank in the darkness and said, "No need." ”

The day is too bright, and the faint light will also discourage people's hopes, only the darkness seems to be able to surround all things, encompassing all this complicated world, and no creature in this world can escape the shroud of darkness.

Qing Li was in this gloom, her eyebrows and eyes were lowered, as if she had thought of something happy, and smiled faintly, but this laughter was too bleak.

If someone sees Qingli like this, they may feel a little infiltrated.

The beautiful ice-carved jade man, without a trace of blood, the fine facial features, with boundless coolness, but the lips and eyebrows were crooked, drowning in the darkness.

Like a bird that flies itself, in this darkness, it has found the sky that is suitable for itself, soaring to its heart's content, stretching its sorrow to its heart's content, and the sorrow seeps into the bones, and only laughter remains.

It seems that only the smile without the slightest smile can express her deep sorrow and loneliness deep in the bone marrow.

Qing Li sat in the dark until the second half of the night, and in the worried mood of her personal palace maid, she slowly moved her stiff and temperatureless limbs, and her slightly drooping eyelashes were raised.

Her waist strained, her slender arms swayed slightly, and she groped her way to the head of the bed in this boundless gloom.

The wind chimes at the head of the bed made a crisp low sound in the darkness, as if to persuade the master not to be sad, not to imitate, you still have hope, you still have your own light.