On the eve of the palace coup, it was obviously the height of summer, but the palace was cooler than usual.

Although Qionglou Yuyu is carved and painted, there are few figures. The cold mist in the night made people can't help but be silent, and the wordless killing made the insects can't help but stop chirping.

And in a small hall in a winding place, there is a faint candlelight, flickering and swaying.

There was a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes in the hall, she was hurriedly changing the clothes of the palace people for the two children beside her, one of the little boys, should have just woken up from a dream, sleepy eyes, black grape-like clear eyes were still moistened with a little tears, wanted to rub the sleepy eyes, but the palace people's clothes were a little longer for him, the sleeves were drooping, and the little hands couldn't be stretched out for a while.

Next to him, his aunt was holding a needle and thread, and she was neatly sewing for him to make his clothes look more suitable.

On the other side, there was a little girl standing, her eyes were clear and bright, and she took in everything in the temple, and her small red lips opened slightly, wanting to speak, and then stopped, as if she was enduring something. Although the white little face was full of doubts, she was a little hesitant, but finally took the initiative to raise her hand and help the woman tidy up her "men's clothes" together.

Soon, the woman had already arranged the clothes for the two children, and then turned around, and took out a beautiful brocade box from the peony double bird cabinet behind her, opened the brocade box, and there was a plain brocade bag inside, and with a slight flick of the silk buckle in her hand, the brocade easily slipped open, revealing the treasures inside—

It is two waist ties. The brocade is brilliant, the embroidery is ingenious, one belongs to the man, and the other belongs to the woman.

The woman gently stroked the two belts, her eyes drooping slightly, and the emotions of parting and reluctance diffused from her eyes.

"Niangniang, the time has come, and Lord Jing's lieutenant is already waiting outside."

This is the voice of the aunt next to me. Although she was already very gentle, to the woman's ears, it was still like a bluestone scattered in the temple, striking on her heart.

Suddenly, the sparkle in the woman's eyes rolled down.

The woman tied the satin bag again, handed it to her aunt, and then turned around and wiped away her tears with a silk handkerchief, not wanting anyone to see her. Then he said slowly:

"Please pass it on to King Jing on my behalf, and wait for the day when the two are crowned...... I probably can't see it anymore. ”

The words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, and his voice was a little hoarse.

The aunt sighed softly and said comfortingly: "No, Niangniang, you have your own natural appearance, and God will not treat you badly." ”

This is something that has been decided a long time ago, but when it comes to the end, some things will still crush reason, and the words and actions of others will seem extremely weak.

When the little girl saw this, she finally couldn't help but shout: "Mother, what do you mean by this?" Her crisp childlike voice echoed through the temple.

The little boy next to him also heard his sister's voice, he also seemed to wake up, pulled the corner of the little girl's clothes, was a little in a trance, and asked, "Sister Huang, what's wrong?" ”

"Snow...... Let's go...... Go outside, remember, and live with your brother. The woman could not bear it anymore, and hid her face again, and burst into tears.

"Nope! Mother, I want to go with you! The little girl could no longer care about the rules of etiquette, she hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed the woman's hand, and the clothes that had just been arranged were also messy, and her eyes opened wide, and her eye sockets instantly seemed to be a rising tide.

The woman struggled to brush the little girl's hand, "Good boy...... You go out and wait for your mother...... Later...... Later, I'll pick you up again, and you'll be ...... when I'm not there You have to listen to your Uncle Jinghuang. ”

In the end, the woman still did not have the courage to look at the two children again, thinking that she was afraid that she would not be able to take her eyes off it.

I don't know if it's the night urging people to go, or if people know that it's time to leave.

At the time of the stalemate, the door of the temple "creaked" open.

A man who looked like a general and a young man in a dark robe walked in, and the two of them bent down to the woman.

The woman calmly wiped away the tears from her face, turned around, and when she said goodbye, she was again graceful and dignified, and she waved her hand lightly, motioned for them to rise, and then said:

"They, please." The woman forced her composure and nudged the little girl beside her.

The little girl's pupils shrank, her legs went limp, and she knelt down in front of the woman with a "plop".

If the woman's words just now were just to stabilize the little girl's coping, then at this moment, what she said to the general was the real answer among adults.

The little girl's eyes were full of fear, "Mother, don't leave me and my brother, Mother!" Mother! This time, her voice unconsciously became louder, piercing the inky sky like lightning, and the candlelight flickered with it.

The man gave the boy a look, and the boy stepped forward and whispered:

"Your Royal Highness, it's rude."

The little girl struggled to get up, tears welled up, and she kept shaking her head, and before she could reply, she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness from the back of her head, and her eyes went black, and she fell into a clear embrace.

No matter how hard she struggled in time, the little girl's eyelids could not be raised, and the only thing she could feel was a faint breath lingering on the tip of her nose.

In an instant, the little girl seemed to see the scene where she and her younger brother were eating a sweet orange in the conservatory of the concubine on the day of the snow at the beginning of last year, everything was warm, and the three of them laughed very happily.

This breath is very similar to the orange fragrance left on the fingertips that day, smelling, as if you have imagined the warmth of the first ray of sunshine when the last snow on the tip falls, so that people will no longer be afraid of the cold.

And the sun is getting brighter and brighter, and gradually it is starting to become a little harsh.

And then......

Xue Xue opened her eyes suddenly.

Her little face was full of panic, empty eyes, and her blank eyes stared at the gray tiles of the roof, and then, suddenly, she began to gasp for air, and just now, she even forgot to breathe because she was afraid.

After a while, she didn't notice that she was already in tears, she slowly got up, looked around, and found that it was still the familiar room, everything was as usual.

The paint glue on the window rails has been mottled and peeled, the wooden doors have been polished to the point that they are no longer edged and cornered, and the table legs are no longer flat.

There are a few sheets of transcription paper scattered on the bookcase, the inkstone is slightly concave in the center because of the frequent grinding of ink, the pen wash is an old hand cup, and the paperweight is a feldspar that has been ground at will.

There is no pen rest, and the brush is leaning on the edge of the inkstone, and the candlestick is not to be extravagant, and if you look closely, there is a small gap in the edge of the bowl containing the lamp oil.

"I ...... Tears again? ”

Xue muttered to herself, her hand inadvertently touching her face.

She lowered her eyes, thoughtful.

Suddenly, a fresh breeze struck, as if forced into the room, trying to blow off the snow's thoughts. The pen on the bookcase couldn't withstand the summer wind, and the "grunt" rolled to the edge of the bookcase, and it looked like it was about to fall.

The "gurgling" sound caught the attention of Xue Xue, who quickly climbed out of bed and ran to the bookcase, catching the brush that was almost falling off.

Call...... It's so dangerous, I may have to ask Wei Shuo to make another pen shelf.

Thinking like this, Yi Xue put the pen in its original position and slowly walked to the window.

At this time, the oncoming summer breeze had become gentler, and Yi Xue sighed and muttered to herself: "Well, it's all over, don't think about it anymore." Then he hurriedly wiped the tears from his face.

The willow trees in the yard are already green silk and weeping, and because of the wind, no flying flowers are happily spinning.

Yi Xue sighed softly: "It turns out that it is already the beginning of summer. ”