I stumbled and nearly fell.

Reaching out to hold the multi-treasure shelf, it was easy to stabilize his figure, and responded: "This matter has already been decided. However, thank you for telling me. ”

I sat in front of the makeup and stared at myself in the mirror through my teary blurred vision.

The woman in the mirror is haggard and fragmented, and her dark eyes are dull and confused. It was as if it had been pulled out of its support, fragile and withered.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the self in the mirror is gradually becoming invisible.

Cuinong came in and took the lamp, and said: "Zhaoxun, do you still want these letters?" When Ruan Liangdi left, she picked up a few from the ground casually, unfolded them and looked at them a few times, but they were put into her sleeves and taken away, the maid didn't dare to stop her, for fear of offending her, Huiyin Hall was having a hard time, and she invited the imperial doctor in time to lose it last time. The paper she took, does it matter?"

Those pieces of paper are the letters I wrote to Sheng Yao. It's just that I've abandoned it for one reason or another. There are many others who have been discarded before. Ruan Liangdi will take it away, I don't want to give these letters to Sheng Yao anymore, so I keep explaining.

His wedding is imminent, but I am entangled and explained, which will make him even more tired of me.

I shook my head lightly and said to Cuinong, "It's okay. ”

Cui Nong said: "That's good." The maid has been worrying about this. When she saw me sitting in front of the mirror, she asked, "Is Zhaoxun going to take off his hair bun to rest?"

I nodded my head indispensably.

When Cui Nong saw it, he came over to help me untie my bun.

I've been lazy to use hairpin rings for a long time.

Every day, I just use a few silver hair needles with water drips to fix the bun. So Cuinong quickly broke up my long hair, combed it and draped it behind me.

I wanted to rest earlier, so that I could stop my chaotic thoughts earlier. But tossing and turning, I can't sleep. simply got up, put on a rouge cloak casually, and called Cuinong to take the pipa out. The plain white fingers caressed the body of the instrument, caressing the layers of roses inlaid with exquisite luodian.

"-'Nishiki quilt pile'!"

Sheng Yao!

We turned around.

No, it's not. There was no one behind him.

It's just the voice that Shengyao left in my memory that day.

I sat down as if I had lost all my strength.

The candles flickered silently, and the room was silent.

I don't know how long it took, but I took the lute and plucked it with my hand. I tried several rounds, but I couldn't make a tune or tune. The strings, the fingers, and a heart are all obscure, and only the rhythm of "Ni Dress" is intermittent and vaguely recognizable.

I looked out of the open window, and the moonlight was as beautiful as that night, spreading out in the room like water, flowing gently.

With a bang, the strings broke!

I curled up my hand in an instant, looking at the beads of blood gradually oozing from my ring finger, and I was still stunned: Shengyao, what are you doing at this time?

Suddenly, a sound sounded, and it was just picking up the place where I had stopped, and I finished the song "Ni Dress". I put down the pipa and went to the courtyard in disbelief - is it really Shengyao?

Under the corridor at the back of the hall, it is the place where Shengyao and I often sit next to each other and enjoy the sunset. At this time, there was no one, only the moonlight was like practice, pouring down to the ground.

However, the sound of Xiao still rang out.

I followed the sound and slowly walked into the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest in winter is thin and thin, but it is still verdant. And the person who played chess and laughed with me next to the bamboo forest, you're still there, aren't you?

I shouted in a low voice—"Shengyao!"

Xiao Sheng stopped.

The moonlight passed through the bamboo leaves, leaking a shimmering piece of jade, and also vaguely illuminated him in the bamboo forest: a tube of jade flute with dark sleeves hanging down to his side, a pale face, a high nose, and long eyebrows flying obliquely into the sideburns.

Modi.

At this time, it was late at night, and I was already in a trance, and at this time I looked at him in confusion: how could he know the music of "Ni Dress"? Why did he appear here?

"It's me. Mo Di said lightly.

I subconsciously replied, "Yes, it's you." "I was in a daze: So what?

His calm eyes swirled around me without a trace, "Are you drunk?"

I don't remember clearly that after Ruan Liangdi left, I seemed to have drunk. But how can you get drunk? So he quickly shook his head and denied: "Well? No. He raised his palm and shook it at him twice.

He pursed his lips and said, "Mingyu doesn't worry about you, so I want to take a look." ”

My brother's name cleared my mind a little and asked, "What happened to my brother's injury?

"Okay. It's just that I don't bring troops for the time being. Mo Di said two simple sentences without going into detail.

However, I am already content: what am I afraid of if I don't bring soldiers, my brother was originally a famous scholar, why do I want him to be a scholar who dances a knife and a gun and is a rough man. Now that the rebels are approaching, it is better and safer not to bring troops! As long as my body recovers, I am at ease.

Before I knew it, I smiled, "Thank you." ”

His gaze lingered on my face for a moment, then suddenly became evasive. lowered his eyes and said vaguely: "I knew he would be like this, and he shouldn't have brought you back that day." ”

I didn't know much about it, so I just watched him and didn't speak.

The bamboo leaves suddenly rustled and shattered the moonlight—and the north wind rose.

I shuddered. He raised his hand, and I subconsciously stepped back. His hand paused in the air, still reaching out to tighten the opening of my carmine cloak, "Go back to the house." ”

I nodded, thinking he was right, and turned to leave.

When I went back to the house and lay on the couch, I was still confused: why wasn't Shicai Shengyao, where was he at this time, who was he with, and what was he doing?

Oh, by the way, he's going to marry Wu Shanghua the day after tomorrow. This has been announced to the world a long time ago. Wu Shanghua is a sassy red makeup from a general, so noble and dazzling! For him, especially in this battle situation, it is very important! At this time, is he making all kinds of preparations for her and for his and her wedding?

……

Woke up the next day with a splitting headache.

Looking up, the lute was still resting on the table, the broken strings curling.

The lutea strings say acacia. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds.

- Today, no one listens to the broken strings.

Cui Nong came in and pulled up the curtain, and said with a thin sneer: "Zhao Xun has to drink so much wine, it's uncomfortable now, right?" She skillfully changed my dress, sat me in front of the makeup, and wanted to make up for me.

I raised my hand to stop her: "No need. ”

I used to think that even if Shengyao's crown princess had someone else, I would still be able to be by his side day and night. But now he is tired of me, and he is marrying Ming Media to Wu Shanghua, who can give him more help. From now on, he will be surrounded by her wonderful.

What does it have to do with me?

Why did you come to mirror makeup?

Perhaps, I should be glad that the Huiyin Temple, which I can't get out, has become a refuge from today. You don't have to witness his wedding, you don't have to make a big gift to Wu Shanghua, you don't have to force a smile and say congratulations.

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