I performed two songs in the Qiaoyang Lake area, the first time was to attract Yingzheng's attention, and after he amazed me, he left with the trend, and the effect of wanting to capture the old and indulge was quite good;

The second time was to lay a bamboo raft under the lotus leaves in the lake to please him, and Zhao Wu led him down the bamboo raft together, and then fell into the water together to feel the resonance of "sympathy for the same disaster". It was that time when I fell into the water that I was made an exception and was named the wife of the chief envoy without merit and no children, which must be a good memory in Yingzheng's heart;

This time, if I attract him again, I will not run away, but will tell him about my change of heart.

In the middle of winter, the snowflakes fell inadvertently, and I instructed Luo Onion and the maidservants who took turns to accompany me to wear more clothes, and then let the servants carry the mahogany out of the door.

The snowflakes danced in the wind, and I sat on the shore of the lake where I played the music for the first time, watching the snowflakes dancing slowly on the shore, playing and thinking with the words of my heart.

If it weren't for the fact that the temperature was too cold, the mood itself would be the most perfect.

I asked the people who carried the qin to go back to Qixi Palace, and I wanted Luo Cong to go back too, but this girl didn't listen to me and insisted on accompanying me, so I had no choice but to let her.

Afraid that Luo Onion would freeze, I mentioned yì She danced to my beat when the rhythm was hearty, and quietly accompanied me when she was tired, Luo Onion knew that she was worried about me when I was also worried about her, and I responded very cooperatively.

The melody is getting more and more melodious.

Because the strong wind blows and the winter Qiaoyang Lake is even more inaccessible, only a few servants and passing guards saw me playing the repertoire, but I am not in a hurry, I know that even if Yingzheng receives the message that I am playing the music for the first time, he will not come to see me soon, because he is arrogant.

Since it won't appear immediately, it doesn't matter if he knows it sooner or later. The important thing is that he learns that from the beginning of my playing to the time when he can move him, he can be curious about my behavior, feel sorry for my body, and cannot resist the urge of his own concern to break through his resentment towards me and come to see me.

I have such thoughts. I soothed my lonely heart and wielded it.

I played for most of the day, but Ying Zheng never appeared;

Yingzheng will not come. In view of the mixed state of Ying Zheng in the previous treatment of things with me, the rest of the people were waiting to see the changes, and they also decided not to wade into this "troubled water" when the opportunity came, so no one bothered me to play the qin.

At first, I had crazy thoughts, and most of my perception was attached to the fit between the snow scene and the sound of the piano, and I didn't feel cold, and then the frequency of Luo Onion's dancing became more and more frequent. My mind calmed down, and I gradually became conscious, and I felt my feet wet and cold, then tingling, then numbness.

Since the day is not enough to whet Yingzheng's appetite, then I will continue to play without stopping.

Playing it in the evening is even more noticeable. Naturally, it can also attract the attention of Yingzheng, who has been busy all day, and with this belief in mind, I continue to play hard.

However, I underestimated Yingzheng's heart and stamina!

The wishful thinking that led Ying Zhenglai fell through again and again, in the wind and snow where the night was getting deeper and deeper, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the sound of the piano was becoming more and more monotonous because of my stiff hands. My heart is getting colder.

Yes, Ying Zheng has the pride and preferences of Ying Zheng, although I can get him for a while*, but I can't do whatever I want after being lost.

I didn't realize it when I had it, and I regretted it when I lost it, and I regretted that I didn't see my heart clearly to cherish it. What's the use?

The melody became more and more sad, I stiffened my body and my heart, and I silently precipitated my own passionate feelings with the more and more slow and low piano notes.

Luo Onion quietly took off her cloak and draped it over me again, she thought I had lost my senses, and wanted me to be a little warmer when I was stunned.

But that's not what I need.

Shaking her head slightly, I once again asked her to take the cloak away and drape herself on, how could a piece of clothing improve my body temperature? I can be sluggish now, but I can also be sober.

On the fourth watch of the night, the night guard of Qixi Palace came to inquire about the playing situation for the fourth time, and Luo Cong looked at me, who was just blindly stroking the qin, and shook his head at them to indicate that there was no movement.

I'm stubborn, I don't expect Ying Zheng, who may have been staying overnight in a certain palace and gentle township, to come here, even if he comes, my already frozen body is not capable of giving him any signal.

I'm just playing mechanically for the sake of playing the piano, trying to play until I exhaust my excess energy.

What was Ying Zheng's reaction when he heard me playing the music? Will he scoff, or will he have a headache over me being "a moth" again?

Does it matter?

It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter to me what Ying Zheng thinks of me, the important thing is that he has lost patience with me and no longer cares about my feelings and pain.

If you don't care, you will ignore it!

Whether it's saying I'm too confident, saying I'm too inferior, I'm facing a king who has been tyrannical through the ages, in this subjective love between life and love, all in his thoughts, how can I not be more vigilant and tempted if I want to spare my life over love?

Now this result is also self-inflicted. Or that we have no fate, or that we are shallow and indifferent, and I should accept it calmly if I fall out of the situation.

But why is it unwilling, and why is it painful?

I'm not going to be a human being in two lives, and I'm so complicated that I can't even guess how I really feel, right?

The snowflakes drift more and more slowly, and the thick snow reflects this dark world, but it is also the light of Runyun. My strings sound slower than the snowflakes falling, slower, slower, slower, until there are no more...

I'm unconscious!

It's not that I'm sleepy, because I've been sleeping less and less lately, and I can still survive the fourth watch. I was literally unconscious!

This way of punishing oneself for missing one's true heart has a kind of heartiness that is so vivid that it will rest until death!

When I regained consciousness, I knew very well that I was awake in a coma, but I didn't want to move, I didn't want to open my eyes, I just wanted to go on like this, and it was best to be in a coma until I was old, and I could take advantage of the situation to "escape" from this world and go there.

I don't want embarrassment and regret!

However, being sober is being sober, and when I am sober, there will inevitably be troubles, and this is the reality that I must face.

I looked at her when she was crying beside me, she is the person who cares about me in the world, I can't let such a weak little girl be frightened and exhausted because of my laziness.