"I thought that day in the Taihe Palace, I had broken your heart, and I never thought about it......"

"You hurt me, I was so shocked, so sad, but you wouldn't even look at me." Qingluan pressed her head against his chest and clenched the corners of his clothes more and more, "I always thought you were ruthless, thinking that you were just wishful thinking, but now, I finally know that you also have a lot of helplessness." ”

He closed his eyes tightly, and there was a smooth glimpse of his cheeks: "You don't know how much I want to see you these days." ”

That's enough. Zichen, only this once. Qingluan let go slightly, and the dim light in the room reflected a faint sadness between her eyebrows, "I said to myself before I came, I was only presumptuous this time. Whether or not you accept this friendship that will not blossom today, I will not embarrass you again. ”

"Luan'er, I'm ......"

"Listen to me. I know you have things you have to preserve, and I have people I want to protect. Since one of us is destined to be the emperor's sibling and the other to be the emperor's concubine, then whether it is artificial or fateful, I will not force it again. Her body trembled, but her gaze was very determined. She looked at Yuchen's helplessness, but she smiled lightly for a moment, and she was speechless.

"Zichen, I promise you that I will do my best to survive. So please promise me to cherish yourself from now on. ”

The past is like smoke, and no matter how beautiful it is, it is just a moment of wind and snow. Whether the two are happy with each other, or sit alone in the West Building, some people still have to let go after all. It has been her lifelong wish to get the man's approval. I only bowed solemnly, but when I turned back, my heart seemed to be hollowed out.

She actually didn't regret that she said such a thing, and she was even a little glad that she was able to tell him sensibly. Although it is not clear what conditions the concubine exchanged with Yuchen that day, it must be that such a woman who has no desires and no desires must have asked for things that are beyond the world, and it is very difficult to find. She didn't want her to have a hard time because of herself.

Turning to leave the pavilion, the snow on the eaves fell with this subtle movement, and the indigo cloth on her shoulders was covered with a layer of white in the blink of an eye. Shui Qiao was standing in the courtyard, and was about to speak, but a melodious flute sound came from the room.

The woman leaned her back against the door, lowered her eyelids, and said nothing.

At that time, the moon was bright, and the ground was white.

"Shui Qiao, listen to this flute, how well you play. But since then, I haven't heard it again. ”

When Shui Qiao stepped forward, she was surprised to find that she was crying. Teardrops ran down the woman's biting lower lip and smashed down to her chest, wetting a large area of cloth as deep as seawater. Qingluan's shoulders twitched weakly, but his steps were firmly moving forward. The peerless face that was half hidden by the loose neckline was pale and bloodless.

"Little master......" Shui Qiao handed her a hand and walked down the steps, "The slave maid thought that the little master must be happy this time, but unexpectedly, it ......"

"There is so much joy to speak of. Go and lead the way, or others will be suspicious when they see it. ”

At this time, when it was near, the carriage stopped outside the palace, and the two did not dare to delay any longer. Shui Qiao straightened the corners of the woman's clothes and made sure that everything was safe before entering the city gate. The capital was very lively for 100 days, but it was past the New Year, and it was very deserted at night. In addition, in the deep dew of winter nights, there are few people.

Qingluan snuggled in the car and shivered for no reason. She was uneasy, so she casually lifted the curtain and looked out.

"The little lord is careful that the wind hurts his body." Shui Qiao sat beside her and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade her.

"It's okay," the woman said in a deep voice as the night flashed in her eyes, "I'm just a little flustered for no reason." ”

"Although this is an inner city, it is not brighter than the palace lights, and it is colder in the end. The little master can rest assured that the coachman has quickened his pace so as not to have too many dreams at night. ”

"What time is it?"

"It's only a moment in time."

So without further asking, the carriage creaked over the dead grass. The gray low palace walls, the narrow sky, these things that should be extremely bright are now gray and gray under thousands of heavy eaves. Qingluan got out of the car and followed Shui Qiao with small steps, along the trail all the way to the palace.

On the narrow palace road, the city wall is towering, and there is only a gray-black sky a few zhang wide as far as the eye can see. Ancient trees grew in the corners of the walls, their shadows swaying, mixed with the terrible chirping of crows. The castle was half-hidden in the shadow of the moon, and there was a faint light refracting the traces of branches.

"Shui Qiao, do you have any ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden light in front of him. Then he got closer, only to find that the light and shadow were actually the posture of the honor guard. The sound of the guard's boots stomping on the ground was like a concert, and the silver pillar glass lantern in the lead lined with a row of majestic people - it was the phoenix driving down. The queen was dressed in a gold-red embroidered auspicious clouds and wide-sleeved satin robe, the skirt was swaying to the ground, and a circle of colorful beads was draped from her shoulders. She wore a phoenix crown on her head, and her long and narrow eyes were full of solemnity. The queen's eyebrows were vaguely stained with anger, and she was still dozens of feet away from the two, so she stretched out her hand and pointed, and the father-in-law next to her saw this, and trotted over without delaying for a moment.

"Which palace are you from?"

Qingluan stepped back, knowing in his heart that something was wrong. Shui Qiao's face turned hundreds pale, but he was still in front of the woman, and he lowered his head and replied by taking advantage of the darkness of the sky: "Slave...... The minions were ordered to go out of the palace to do business. ”

The queen swept away, and the tone of the chamberlain was undefensible: "Whose order is it at this hour, and what is it doing?" ”

"It's the order of the palace, and the father-in-law also wants to ask." A lazy but powerful voice suddenly sounded behind him. Everyone was shocked, and they saw a faintly slender woman walking from the palace road with the support of the subordinates, and slowly paced in front of Feng Jia.