Page by page, it is the narrative drawn by the storyteller. Night and night, it was all the sand in Bai Yourong's heart.

Tomorrow, tomorrow is the day of the prince's wedding, Bai Yourong doesn't know what to do, so he has to accept the reality here silently, he can only obey the arrangement of fate, the ending of fate, the current prince must be busy with marriage.

The prince is cold and warm-hearted, Bai Yourong's heart is thrown out so easily, and I don't know what the result is, even if it is a moth to the fire, even if it turns into ashes in the end, he resolutely does not regret it.

At night, Bai Yourong listened to the rustling sound of the leaves hitting the window, and listened to the sound of cicadas and insects, only to feel upset, tossing and turning and unable to sleep, and finally had to put on a windbreaker, picked up the piano and walked to the stone table in the courtyard, sat down, placed the qin, and gently stroked the guqin on the table, which was the only thing her mother left her. began to miss his mother, remembering when his mother's face began to blur, lined with moonlight, looking at the night sky, there was an arc of light on his cheeks.

The bright white moon swayed with soft light, sprinkled on the ground, and gave everything a layer of silver light, Bai Yourong felt that the light was as gentle as a mother's kiss, she couldn't control her heart, she didn't know if the final ending was the same as her mother's kiss, if so, then she also recognized it, tomorrow's Yan Yi was dressed in red, and there must be someone else in a wedding dress next to him, Bai Yourong thought about it, let the bitterness be lost in the sound of the piano tonight.

A poignant sound of the piano streaked across the night sky, breaking the silence, playing and playing with tears in the corners of his eyes, and finally slid down and dripped onto the sound of the piano. This song is called "Falling Flowers" Listening to the grievances, there is a trace of melancholy that gradually seeps into the spleen and lungs, and then turns to hatred, people grow hate, like the flowing water that grows eastward, and finally withers and withers in resentment.

Later, in the ancient books, I learned that this song was composed by a woman in the Jingqing period, telling about her own life, this woman's name is Qiu Niang, she was the daughter of a poor family, and when she was young, she let her parents send her to a prominent family as a maid, and later met with the family in the house, fell in love, and finally tied the knot.

It was a happy thing, but the family finally became a petty official after some hard work, and finally tended to be powerful, gave up Qiu Niang, and married a girl from a big family, Qiu Niang was resentful, hateful, why should she forget the oath of the year, why left her wandering alone, and finally became a Qinglou woman, very pitiful, after all, she ended up depressed.

My mother often played this song when she was about to die, and the experience between my mother and her was very similar.

And in the process of playing the piano, there is the sound of the flute to play with the blowing, and he follows her tune closely, so you can know that this person must not know this tune, but this talent must be outstanding, just listen to me play in front of it, you can echo it, this skill must be a masterpiece. And his flute voice is not like the sadness and gloom of Yingluo, but a kind of unassuming cheerfulness, very calm, and very simple.

It seems to be persuading Yingluo to put away his sadness and grievances, a song of piano and flute is close to the wall, seamless, it is rare to meet such a confidant, and tomorrow's things seem to be much lighter, yes, he is the prince, the future king, and has supreme power, I don't ask for a lot, I don't ask him to be single-minded, but I ask him to be attentive.

The second day was woken up by the sound of firecrackers, today is the most beautiful and proud day in the eldest sister's life, and it is also the second time that Bai Yourong has been so painful at this time, the first time is when her mother died, and the sadness at this time is also a heart-eating heart, and there is no medicine for medicine.

Bai Yourong watched the eldest lady leave the White Mansion, dressed in a gorgeous wedding dress, embroidered with many hibiscus phoenixes, and decorated with some pearls on her lower body, wearing a high flower crown on her head, and a phoenix crown and a veil, she was proud at this time, and she was also satisfied with marrying the princess she liked.

Then Baifu also began to feast and drink, everyone present was full of light, lingering sounds, cups and touches, warblers singing and dancing, a group of festive.

And the prince's mansion is more than that, even the emperor has come in person, and the emperor decrees that there is no difference between monarchs and ministers in the prince's mansion today, drink well, feast and sing, and then it is the prince's entertainment, and thank you to the famous ministers.

And You Rong's tonight is destined to be sleepless, but does he know that he forces himself to stop thinking about him and how he spends his night.

"The autumn wind courtyard moss invades the steps. A bead curtain is idle, who will come all day long. Yiren leaned on the window and cried a few lines, the candlelight night shadow swayed a few times, turning the bitterness of lovesickness into tears, suddenly the wooden window flickered, the figure skimmed, pushed the window in, the man in red said, "I know that you are sad today, don't be sad, the day you enter the door will be better than today's scenery, and you will never be wronged." ”

"Today is your wedding day, you shouldn't be here."

"I think you need me more tonight." After saying that, the prince hugged her into his arms, it was the first time, the fragrance on her body was different from Qing'er, but she couldn't help but take care of her, thinking in her heart, "Qing'er, I'm sorry, she is very much like you." It seems that this is the only way to be at ease and excuse yourself.