The woman on the stage suddenly smiled, and the previous mourning was fleeting. Wouldn't it be nice to not have to betray yourself, not to carry the heavy burden of so many people? This is the way God chose for her, and the crime of death due to delaying the ceremony, isn't it just right to get rid of this cruel palace wall and let go of this fruitless feeling.

At the moment when he was about to give up, the sound of a flute was faintly heard.

The gentle voice from the audience, at first only a faint shadow, then grew stronger, hiding the awkward silence under the sound of the day. Isn't it the tune of the solo dance!

Qingluan felt her body throb as if it was uncontrollable, and with the hint of flute sound surrounding her ears, her toes couldn't help but spin in capturing the ethereal rhythm. How could she not recognize that timbre, which sounded in her dreams more than once, just because he often made this harmony - it was Zichen.

The woman smiled, and this smile suddenly dimmed the moonlight and tarnished the palace. It seems that the peach blossoms in March are bright and moving. Yes, this should have been his song, and only he could create this unique sound in the world!

Qingluan only felt that the concubines of the monarch and the palace no longer existed, and he was the only one in the lonely world, using this melodious tune to lead her to a place of light. He composed music for her, and she danced for him, dancing the best in the world, dancing this dance of neon clothes.

The solo dance ended unconsciously, and when people reacted, it was a loud cheer. Qingluan knelt in the center of the stage, a pair of bright eyes but restlessly looking for the audience. Where is the gentle man in white clothes and jade around his waist?

"The fifth brother's flute is perfect, and it is really better than your guqin."

"Brother Xie Emperor praised," the man smiled faintly, but his eyes deliberately avoided Qingluan, "I don't know if the emperor can see the thin face of the minister to spare this person who made a mistake." ”

I didn't see the white clothes, but I saw a man in a purple python robe, a purple crown with tied hair, and dark boots on his feet. The face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color is like the flower of spring dawn, the sideburns are like a knife, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, and it is still so graceful, I have obviously read it thousands of times, why is it so strange in Qingluan's eyes at this moment that it is difficult to recognize.

Yuchen ...... Zichen......

It turned out that he was the prince who gave up the rivers and mountains, and it turned out that he was the pillar of the Great Wei State. What a pianist, what a close friend, it really deceived her so hard. Such a person who is 108,000 miles away from her identity, but if she said it casually, she believed it stupidly. How can you forget that he is also surnamed Wei, and forget that if he is really a piano master, how can he enter and leave the palace at will.

"The fifth brother laughed, this flower is reluctant to kill, Dong Bi."

"Minions understand." There is a big internal manager with his hands hanging down the dust, and his eyes are narrowed into a line with a smile. He naturally understands the meaning of the emperor, it is rare to have someone he likes to serve, this palace maid is afraid that she will fly on the branch as a phoenix. The emperor was happy, and the ministers were a little more relaxed in their hearts, and they raised their glasses for a while, shouting long live.

The woman on the left side of the Son of Heaven who was dressed in a phoenix dress and covered her wine with her sleeves was smiling and sad. The smile is that the palace people he cultivated have finally entered the eyes of the emperor, and since then he has more bargaining chips for consolidating his position. It is sad that she is such a good youth, but she wants to make a wedding dress for her, and give other women to her beloved husband to please her. This joy and sorrow melted into the wine, and when the cup was raised, only tears slipped silently.

Qingluan suddenly felt a little sympathy for the queen, the person she loved was obviously close but couldn't touch it, this feeling was probably a pain that went deep into the bone marrow. There are too many unwillingness in this palace, even the Son of Heaven can't do what he wants, but whoever suffers from it is a bright willow.

She looked coldly at the man who was toasting in the audience, still so calmly and unhurriedly. Qingluan wanted to see how much of a smile there was on his face, but he had no choice but to blur his eyes, and he couldn't tell how much was true and how much was false in the blurred light and shadow.

It wasn't until she returned to the humble wooden house backstage and saw the pearlescent reward in the red brocade box on the table that she regained consciousness. I touched the jewel lightly with my hand, but it hurt as if I had been stung by something.

There are a few palace maids standing outside the door who are ready to bathe and change clothes for her at any time, and this night of pampering has soared since then, which is a dream that too many women can not reach. The aroma of rose petals on the plate is a bit obsessive for drunk people. Before she could remove her hair ornament, she could hear a knock at the door mixed with the shrill voice of the chief manager.

"Please, girl, bathe and change clothes with the slaves and maids."

The pearl hairpin in her hand was thrown by her fiercely, and it was broken in half. Qingluan swept the reward to the ground, his eyes revealing cold hatred.

I don't want this, I don't want this to stain my eyes!

She rushed out of the door, and at this time she just wanted to ask Qing Zichen face to face and put an end to all this. Otherwise, she would not be able to take a path chosen by others without any peace of mind.

Before the maidservants behind him could react, Qingluan had already fled to the front door of the Baohe Hall in white palace clothes, desperately trying to squeeze to the front row at the crowded banquet. She knew that the young prince of the Great Wei Kingdom was sitting there, he was good at music and music, and he liked to be quiet. Even if he mediates in the huge black curtain of the palace, he can come and go freely without being stained with dust. It's just that when she thinks of these now, she only feels terrible, as if a well-set game, and she has been treated as a chess piece invisibly, and it is difficult to get out.

"Let me see the prince!" Qingluan, who was stopped by the guards, only had the purple python robe in his eyes, and almost forgot the etiquette and blurted out. He was about to be stopped, but he saw that the man had already turned around, waved his hand indifferently, and walked towards him.

At that moment, Qingluan actually had an illusion, as if he was really just walking towards himself, in the dimness of the lights, in the crowd. If you come, you will never leave again, and you will never let go of the hand you are holding again.

Tears were quickly wiped away. Qingluan followed him all the way out of the main hall and came to the secluded palace road outside the wall.

He didn't say a word, just looked at the tears on the woman's face. The python embroidered with gold thread gives people a sense of fear, and the majesty of the name is revealed through the man's delicate face.

"You know the way, isn't it? I was selected as a flower, and my fate in the future, you know the way. ”

"Yes." The man's long eyelids drooped down, and the flickering light could not illuminate his expression at the moment.

"What's for that, why don't you try to change," Qingluan only felt a heartache, "You can do it." ”

"Qingluan, I won't covet the things of the imperial brother. Jiangshan will not, and neither will you. ”

He spoke so lightly, as if he was just talking about tea after dinner, talking about something that had nothing to do with him. was so indifferent that even made Qingluan wonder if the white clothes who had spent their leisure time together were the prince with a cold and resolute silhouette in front of him.

"But someone once told me that the person who loves me will always wait for me, no matter how wild the earth is, and the stars will change."

After a long silence, on the empty palace road, Qingluan found himself so small for the first time. The wind brushed the low grass and made a dark cry. The endless darkness ahead, as if it was about to devour everything in heaven and earth with its mouth open.

She tried to find a trace of reluctance in the man's eyes, and she knew that as long as there was a trace of reluctance, she would get the courage to run away with him desperately. However, the person in front of him was silent, and the cold filled the air as if he was about to suffocate.

"That person isn't me."

He suddenly looked up and spat out a few words. Without any explanation, the words withered alone.