After Yongrui finished speaking, Yingxian unconsciously turned his face to look at the boulder. As if caressed by the gaze, the river in the painting suddenly shook, and the lines were faintly spreading. The ripples spread out in all directions, the sound of the waves filled the ears, and the boat seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, slowly moving to the shore. In a trance, Yingxian felt that someone was pushing her behind her back, and she didn't pay attention, and actually stumbled into the painting.

When I got up, I was already on a vast night river. Sitting alone in the boat, the dark shadows on both sides of the strait were blurryly connected, and it was impossible to distinguish between trees and mountains. The cold moon hanging in the corner of the sky, the cold light is still, and a clear silver needle is pinned to the muddy night. The wind rises, the ship moves, swaying from east to west, the water is as colored as green iron, and every vortex is a deep secret well. She floated and sank in the rushing river, not knowing where the boat was going.

Suddenly, Yongrui slapped Yingxian on the shoulder and pulled her out of the illusion. Seeing the clouds between her eyebrows, she couldn't help but say: "You haven't been to the palace for a long time, why, when you see me, you are so scared?" ”

The divine consciousness flew back to the altar. Ying Xian Nai said: "Back to the emperor, I could see the god when I looked at the painting just now, as if I was sucked in by a stone, so I was distracted for a while, not because I was afraid of the emperor." ”

Yongrui's gaze wandered over Yingxian's face, as if he was observing a handicraft. Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, like the spring snow on the top of a distant mountain. In addition to being beautiful and refined, there is also a bright air of wisdom and bright eyes, which is elegant and free and easy to distinguish from the group. Suddenly, he said: "Compared with before, you seem to have changed a lot. ”

Yingxian's face flushed slightly: "Really?" Did the emperor say I was ugly? ”

"It's not a change in appearance. By the way, how old are you this year? ”

"I'm twenty years old."

"Twenty ......" Yongrui said: "It's long overdue to get married." I forgot about it. ”

Yingxian sighed in her heart and said, "The emperor has all the opportunities, how can he still remember such trivial matters for me?" ”

"What, you don't want to get married?" Yongrui glanced meaningfully at Yingxian.

This question abruptly stopped Yingxian. She thought for a moment and replied, "I really haven't thought about it. I'm doing well at the Princess's Mansion. And the second princess treats me like a sister, I really don't want to leave her. ”

"Su'er has been widowed for almost two years, but fortunately you are by her side. However, this is not a long-term solution. ”

Yingxian hurriedly said: "The princess is a person of great affection. There is no one for three years and five years, I'm afraid she still can't let go. And Yingxian is by the princess's side and has been taught a lot, which is actually a good thing for me. ”

"Really?" Yongrui sighed lightly: "She will be twenty-two years old on August 16. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will comfort her. ”

Yingxian suddenly felt a sense of envy, and couldn't help but say: "The emperor is really a good father. This is the blessing of the second princess. Unexpectedly, when Yongrui heard this, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and then he said in a self-deprecating tone: "Is I a good father? No one ever told me. ”

Yingxian then remembered the mysterious death of Prince Situ Huan five years ago. The case has not yet been concluded, and it has become a pain in Yongrui's heart. I realized that I had inadvertently said the wrong thing just now. After thinking about it for a while, he said: "It's not anyone's fault that the horse died at a young age, but it was a jealous talent. This matter was originally a great misfortune for the princess's mansion, but the emperor thought of the princess and cared for him, so that the living cherished their lives, and the deceased could also be in Chang'an under Jiuquan. Why isn't the emperor a good father? ”

Yongrui looked at Yingxian strangely when he heard this, and his heart beat faster. I heard him murmur again: "God is jealous of talent...... Heaven is jealous of the talent......" A long sigh seemed to hide a lot of regrets: "If the good life took care of that person back then, maybe everything would have settled today." ”

Ying Xian secretly thought: The "man" that the emperor said should be referring to the guards who claimed to have shot the prince by mistake while hunting that day. After being imprisoned in prison, this person committed suicide in fear of crime, which has caused the death of the prince to become an unsolved case. And whether this was an accident or whether there was a mastermind behind it, it is probably difficult to find out the truth. She raised her eyes to look at Yongrui's white sideburns, but she felt a trace of sympathy for the emperor in her heart. Suddenly, his mind moved: By the way, the emperor has never set up a prince, I am afraid that it is also because this case has not been solved, and I don't know who did it, so he has hidden suspicions about several princes. But...... If I want to say that this matter was instructed by the king, I do not believe it.

Thinking of Situ Xi, she couldn't help but say again: "Life and death have fate, and the deceased cannot be chased." I've heard that there are many things in this world that if they happen only once, they can be treated as if they never happened. The emperor is looking at the dragon body...... Take pity on the people in front of you. ”

Yongrui looked at Yingxian silently, and said with a smile: "Take pity on the person in front of you? You can say that again. ”

That was the first time she had seen Emperor Yongrui really smile. She realized that she had said the wrong thing again.

****

After Yingxian returned to Princess Wenji's mansion from the palace, his smile before saying goodbye to Yongrui kept coming to his mind. It's like a hunter watching his prey fall into a trap he has laid step by step, and his face flashes with a secret joy and pride. She couldn't help but complain that she was talking too much. I spent two days in such a state of mind, and on the third day, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. After thinking about it, Ying Xian decided to call Situ Su sick, and weakly said that it was not suitable to return to the palace because of the disease. Situ Su asked a few words, and seeing her resolute attitude, he followed her wishes, and led the maids and eunuchs who had not returned to their hometown to the palace in the afternoon.

The princess's mansion went to the empty building, and Yingxian stayed idle until the evening, ate a few bites of moon cakes, and went back to the room to lie on the bed to rest. Holding the pink xia hibiscus brocade quilt, there was a trace of regret in my heart, and I suddenly remembered the letter of the king's mansion. Situ Xi must have returned to the palace, but he didn't know Ji Linghuang...... She looked out the window at the shadows of the trees and said to herself, "I should meet him." As soon as he closed his eyes, the sentence changed again: "I still shouldn't have met him." However, a strange voice faintly heard in his ear: "You shouldn't have met him." Then she asked herself, "Shall I meet him?" It wasn't until it was completely dark that she realized that what she was thinking about was, "Won't I meet him?" When the moon rises in the east, the sentence really becomes, "Won't I meet him?" ”

Won't I meet him?

She jumped up, with the idea of trying her luck, and changed into a lilac double-layer brocade skirt, with silver threads embroidered with elegant hibiscus flowers, which are particularly timeless and agile against the backdrop of the winding water and lotus patterns. After finishing the makeup, he walked in the direction of the princess's mansion after leaving the princess's mansion. As soon as he walked out of Qiwu Street, a familiar figure appeared in his sight.

It is still white, still like a lonely crane in the wilderness, handsome and blurry. That's Ji Linghuang. He's coming for me!

Ji Linghuang saw the reflection and couldn't help but be pleased. The two met and smiled tacitly, and walked side by side in the direction of Waiguo City, until they reached the residential neighborhood. It was past dawn, and the silver toad rose into the night sky. The moonlight is like water, silently flowing on the house, among the green trees, and the dust is like a light veil. The golden wind is cool, and the night dew is slightly cool. Every house is lit up with lights, and the long streets and alleys are constantly wafting out of the sound of singing and laughing and children chasing and playing, and the noise is endless. The two chatted while watching, and unconsciously walked to the Muyang River again. Groups of moon-playing people have gathered on the riverbank. The people in cloth clothes came to the pavilion, and the prince of the nobles feasted and drank wine. The aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus wafts for miles. Walking along the river, the sheng song and string music seem to come from the clouds, and the river on the side is covered with the clear light of the bright moon, and it is slightly tranquil under the night breeze, and it is distant and ethereal like a hazy poem made by a wonderful hand.

Yingxian followed Ji Linghuang, admired the moon and the river all the way, and finally reached the destination. But it is a dangerous building by the river entitled "Star Picking Building". The building is more than ten zhang high, a total of five floors, the eaves helmet top, the wooden pillars are hooked, the momentum is extraordinarily majestic. This building was originally a good place to climb high and look at the moon, but it is a pity that it has fallen into disrepair. Two months ago, five outsiders came to play here, and after reaching the top, they accidentally fell from the loose railing and all died on the spot. The people of Xijian City regarded this building as an ominous building, and the number of visitors decreased sharply. And the imperial court has not had time to repair this building. In the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, only the "Star Picking Tower" in the city was visited. That's why Ji Linghuang brought Yingxian here. According to him: "Non-ascending is not enough to play with the moon." It's dangerous, but it's worth the risk. ”

The two climbed to the top floor, and their horizons were suddenly broadened. Downstairs is the endless flow of autumn water, and the river bank is lit up with thousands of lights, as if sprinkled with chaotic pearls. Looking at the night sky in the distance, among the jagged nebulae, it is a clear and round autumn moon. Cheng Hui is kind, containing the mystery of not knowing how to shine on the river at the beginning of the year. When the evening breeze is smoked, there is the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, the fragrance of wood leaves and the coldness of the river in the air. It was a night worth remembering.

She was thinking like this, and suddenly heard Ji Linghuang read in a low voice: "Guanghan Guiye is recovering Bi Rou, and lonely Chang'e is dewy in her eyes." The white jade mirror in front of the hanging window is as clear as the water in China. The night moon in Shenzhou is rewarded for a thousand years, and the moon shines on the river forever. It's just that there are many stories in the world, a few joys and a few sorrows. ”

Yingxian's heart moved, and asked, "Who wrote this?" ”

"It's the Mid-Autumn Festival Song written by my mother."

Yingxian's heart jumped, it was the first time he heard Ji Linghuang talk about his family, and he couldn't help but ask again: "Where is your mother now?" Are you still in Xijian? Ji Linghuang shook his head and said, "I'm not from Xijian. My mother is gone. ”

"Oh...... I'm sorry. ”

"It's fine. My mother died very young. Seeing her sincerity, he hesitated for a moment and then said, "When my mother was young, she was sent to a large family as a concubine. The head of the household was naturally violent, and the rest of the wives and concubines were also jealous. My mother and I were both bullied and humiliated at home. She was often forced to die, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore, so she escaped from her home with me one night. I was seven years old at the time, and I remember that night was really stormy. ”

Ying Xian was stunned, but Ji Linghuang's life experience was so bumpy, and he didn't know how to respond. But seeing that his face was calm, as if he was telling someone else's story, he was a little relieved. Listening to him continue to speak, I learned that after Ji's mother escaped from the family, she and Ji Ling fell to the end of the world for their lives, and they were adrift for about six years. After Ji's mother died of illness, Ji Linghuang wandered around again before meeting a master. When the master saw that he had the qualifications to practice martial arts, he took him into the mountains to teach swordsmanship.

"What about your father's family? You haven't been in touch since, have you? ”

A trace of gloom floated in Ji Linghuang's eyes: "No." It was a family that had disappeared in my memory and in this world. ”

Yingxian noticed that Ji Linghuang's expression was different, so he didn't ask any more, and turned his eyes to Jiang Yue outside the building. Looking at it by the railing, it seems that you can see the palaces and palaces in the palace city like a hill. There, too, is a brightly lit world. Emperor, Celestial Princess, Second Princess...... and Situ Xi, he should be toasting and celebrating at this moment. However, who can perceive their own thoughts?

"It's just that there are many stories in the world, a few joys and a few sorrows." Su Yue Liutian, Jiang Feng Xu came, thinking about this lyrics, she seemed to be stupid.

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