The Great Feast (10)

Chu Ranxuan hugged the palace chief tightly, jumped down from the burned wall, and jumped into the lake.

Zuo Jin swam in their direction.

The people on the shore shouted,

"Chu Shizi is out!"

"And Miss Gong, that's Miss Gong!"

Zuo Jin helped Chu Ranxin with the palace chief on his back, and the two swam towards the shore.

The palace people hurriedly pulled the two up.

When the palace chief woke up, he could hear the sound of dripping in the quiet palace.

Ambergris came to her nose.

Gong Changjue opened his eyes and saw a carved and hollow incense burner of the divine beast, Gong Changjue slowly sat up, and the palace maid guarding her ran out and hurriedly said,

"Queen Mother, Miss Gong is awake!"

Gong Changjue turned his head and saw Empress Yan walking on crutches.

The palace chief was busy trying to get out of bed and salute, but his legs and feet were weak, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden, and the palace people hurriedly stepped forward to help her up.

Gong Changjue felt that his limbs were weak at this moment, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

The palace chief said,

"I can't say hello to the Queen Mother, and I ask the Queen Mother to forgive me."

Queen Yan stroked the goshawk on the head of the cane and said slowly,

"No problem."

The palace chief said,

"But the Queen Mother saved the courtiers?"

Yanhou Dao,

"It's not a mourning family, it's just that someone is willing to fight with their lives to save you, and you'll see you when you go out later."

Gong Changjue frowned slightly, but didn't ask much.

Yanhou Dao,

"After experiencing life and death, it is better to be careful in the future."

The palace chief said,

"Ben was also careful, but the person who led the courtiers to the library said that if it was the guidance of the Queen Mother, the courtiers were anxious, and they followed without much thought, but in the end, they were negligent, so they would suffer such a disaster."

She was too vindictive, thinking that it was really Empress Yan who wanted to discuss something with her, otherwise she wouldn't be so easily fooled.

The person who harmed her was luckier, and if it was assumed that it was anyone else who summoned her, she would not have gone easily.

It's just that I was lucky to have survived.

Gong Changjue suddenly remembered something, and was busy looking for it in his sleeves, but realized that someone had already changed her clothes.

And what about her veil?

The palace chief asked anxiously,

"Queen Mother, when the courtiers were rescued, did they wear a white embroidered handkerchief?"

Empress Yan glanced at the palace people next to her,

"Do you see?"

The palace people were busy,

"I haven't seen Miss Gong wearing any veils on her."

Gong Changjue tried to calm himself down,

"The Queen Mother, can the library still exist?"

Yanhou Dao,

"The library was left behind, but it was burned almost beyond recognition."

Gong Changjue got up and almost fell again, the palace people next to him were busy helping, and the palace chief Jue pushed away the palace people's hands,

"Thank you to the Queen Mother for saving the courtiers and taking them in, in this way, the courtiers have an important thing left in the library and must be found. The courtiers took their leave first. ”

Empress Yan didn't ask much, nor did she blame, but said,

"The mourning family sent a few palace people to follow you."

The palace man next to her held Gong Changjue, and Gong Changjue pushed it away again, she was no longer as weak as Fang Cai, although the muscles in her whole body seemed to be involved in pain during the action.

The palace chief pushed open the door of the inner hall, and a person sat with his back to her.

Gong Changjue's hand paused on the door.

The man was dressed in white and his clothes were slightly wrinkled, and his hair was still wet at the ends.

The tea next to it is steaming.

It turned out that it was not a dream, it was not an illusion.

Gong Changjue's hand trembled slightly, she lowered her eyes, and her heart was like a drum.

The palace chief turned around, avoided the main hall, and left through the corner gate.

It was already dark, and the inky blue sky was dotted with stars.

The moonlight was hazy, the breeze was gloomy, and the desolate half-moon was slowly rising, and her steps were hurrying.

The moon was reflected in the lake, lonely and wide, and the breeze stirred the ripples, mercilessly shattering the moon in the water.

Gong Changjue suddenly ran up, and the cool breeze blew on her face, blowing the hem of her skirt.

She ran to the promenade, and the bridge leading to the library seemed to have been broken, and it had been built with thin wooden planks to connect the two sides, and most of the library had been burned down, and the walls were in ruins.

The palace chief wanted to cross the bridge, but was pulled by the palace people,

"Miss Gong, don't go, the library is already crumbling, slaves and maids, go."

"That library is so dangerous now, it could collapse at any time, what if something happens."

The palace chief pushed away the palace man's hand,

"Don't come here, this attic can't carry too many people, and you'll be affected."

The palace people still want to step forward,

Gong Changjue turned around and said,

"You come here, and you crush the bridge and the attic, and I will suffer the same, and it is not for my good to come to help me, but to stay on the shore to meet me."

The footsteps of the palace people can be stopped.

Gong Changjue stepped up, resolutely walked on the bridge, the night was as cold as water, the wind was cold to the bone, the bridge was shaking slightly, Gong Changjue held on to the railing and walked over step by step, the bridge under his feet was burned by fire, and some wooden planks were barely laid for temporary use.

Her heart hung in the air, but suddenly it felt like a dream in front of her.

In this dream, he really rescued her back, but she lost the veil, the only veil that proved the connection between her and him, which was also the years of her previous life, the years of love for a person.

The moonlight was hazy, and the water was connected to the sky, Gong Changjue only felt that it seemed to be a little spinning, but she forcibly supported herself, she clenched the railing, and walked forward step by step with difficulty.

The stars in the sky seemed to fall like fireworks and meteors in her trance.

Everything was like a dream, a dream that made her heart palpitate.

In fact, she knew that the veil would not be able to keep with such a big fire, but she was unwilling to let the veil disappear. It is unacceptable that the veil will disappear.

With a hint of delusion, she wanted to find the veil again.

It was all like a dream, and she didn't know whether to wake up or not to wake up.

Her hands were cold, but her heart was hot, constantly burned by the darkness of the night and the ruins.

She suddenly did not dare to step forward, she was afraid, afraid that the handkerchief would be burned so that she could not even see the ashes.

I'm even more afraid that if she comes forward, this dream will wake up without hesitation.

The night breeze blew, rippling her hair and rubbing it in the wind.

She held on to the railing, step by step towards the library pavilion, each step, the blackened wooden plank under her feet sank a step, the palace chief took a deep breath, slowly pushed open the broken door in front of her, countless books that were burned to the point of only a corner shrunk into a messy ball, more, are ashes all over the ground.

The wind blew, and all the ashes flew up, and the palace chief covered his mouth and nose, but squatted down and searched among the ruins.

She struggled to lift the burnt Bogu shelf, leaning it against the wall next to it.

She crouched down, rummaging through the ruins, countless ashes, hands touching those ashes, and she couldn't help but wonder if her handkerchief would be inside the ashes, or if one of the ashes she held was her handkerchief.

Gong Changjue rummaged through, looking at the sores and ashes all over the ground, and suddenly felt a sour nose, she knelt on the ground and went to look through the ashes little by little.

But he didn't dare to smash the ashes, and looked carefully one by one to see if there were any remnants of silk threads on them, and if there were any residual patterns.

She picked up a slice, and it wasn't,

Pick up another slice, and it's not.

Gong Changjue's mood became more and more anxious, and he searched desperately,

Why, why can't I find it?

Where the hell did it go?

The palace chief was full of ashes, and he was so anxious that he wept.

She was still rummaging through the ashes, tears pouring out of her eyes in frenzy, blurring her vision.

She couldn't see what was in front of her clearly, holding the ashes in her hand, tears kept falling, but she didn't dare to stop.

She didn't dare to take those ashes hard, those ashes were the same as her youthful love, helpless, and the slightest external force would instantly shatter to the ground without confidence.

She was anxious, but there was nothing she could do.

This handkerchief was the only thing she could keep.

Whether it is in the past life or in this life, whenever she can't survive or can't hold on, only this handkerchief can give her a support, and only when she sees that handkerchief can she feel at ease.

But now, it's gone.

The night was soaked in water, and the cold night was as cold as ice, and her heart was sealed by the cold, as if to suffocate her.

From the year of the new Shizi parade street hairpin,

That handkerchief was the only thing she could keep.

Gong Changjue only felt that the desolation in his heart was surging to attack the city and plunder the land, annihilating her like a wave.

Where's her veil?

Her vision was blurry, she was desperately rummaging through the ashes, and the plank under her feet was loose, she didn't realize it at all, the plank broke suddenly, and the palace chief was about to fall into the water, and at the last moment, a man took her hand and pulled her up.

She raised her eyes to meet his slightly angry eyes.

Chu Ranxin said in a deep voice,

"It's crumbling like this, what are you doing here!"

Gong Changjue was red-eyed, obviously choked, but he forced indifferently,

"It's none of your business."

Chu Ranxin grabbed her arm and said angrily,

"What the hell is it that you need to go back to the fire to find it, don't you know how dangerous it is here!"

The palace chief choked up, but pushed him away, still looking for the handkerchief, tears soaked her eyes, but she held back to prevent the tears from flowing.

Chu Ranxin grabbed her hand rummaging through the ruins,

"Gong Changjue, go back immediately, no matter what it is, it's not as important as life."

The tears in the palace chief's eyes fell big, but she turned to look at Chu Ranxing.

She said coldly word by word,

"Chu Ranxuan, who are you, and what does my life and death have to do with you?"

Chu Ranxin held her hand and pushed a little harder, but did not answer.

Gong Changjue suddenly felt a little ridiculous, why did she ask, and what qualifications did she have to ask this. She lowered her head, tears couldn't stop falling big, but the corners of her mouth were curved, full of self-deprecation and sadness.

To him, she was just a dispensable person, from beginning to end, she was amorous, and from beginning to end, she was just an inconspicuous person in his eyes.

She faced him, and every time she hid in the darkness as if she had hidden the light, not daring anyone to catch a glimpse of the light in her arms.

She can only like someone in the dark, feel sad for a person, and cry for a person.

She can only be indifferent to him in the face of him, and the only time she can relax is when she is happy in the middle of the night, sitting under the moon, guarding the veil, sitting until dawn, thinking about someone, and saying goodbye to someone.

From beginning to end, only the handkerchief accompanied her.

She didn't even dare to cry, she was not qualified.

This is the path she chose, and she is destined to end up alone.

She didn't dare to face him openly, in the face of the memories and thousands of days and nights of those who once loved a person, all she could grasp was that handkerchief, but God even had to take it away from her.

God treats her unfairly.

Gong Changjue's eyes were red, but he said coldly,

"You and I just meet in Pingshui, Chu Shizi, you are so nosy, is it half useful?"

Gong Changjue shook off Chu Ranyu's hand fiercely, turned his face away, and said coldly,

"Since Chu Shizi thinks it's dangerous here, then please go back, I don't have to worry about my business."

Her eyes were down, her hands were covered with ashes, and she even had a few scars, and she was still oozing blood.

She knelt down and searched through the rubble, looking through the ashes. The scratches on her hands oozed blood, and there was pain in her tugging, but she was still desperately searching.

The ashes were blown up by the wind and scattered in all directions, and she was busy holding down the ashes, but she couldn't stop them from flying. The ashes were blown by the wind and flew to the surface of the river.

She bit her lip, desperately trying to hold back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes again.

Tears hazy her eyes, and the ruins and ashes in front of her melted into the sky.

Her veil may never be found again in this life.

The only thing she could be nostalgic for turned out to be gone.

She only felt a tingling in her chest, and her heart was uncomfortably depressed.

Chu Ranyu stepped forward and looked at her with a pair of eyes fixedly, her eyes as deep as the dark blue night,

"Palace Chief."

He squatted down, took her dirty hand, and said softly,

"You think I'm someone yours, I'm someone yours."

She raised her eyes to meet his inky eyes, and her heart trembled, drowning her like a stormy wave.

He stared into her eyes,

"As long as you say yes, yes."

Her hands trembled slightly, and a line of tears fell down her cheeks.

No, no, absolutely not.

She tried to retract her hand, but he squeezed hers.

No matter how hard she struggled, the tighter he gripped it, and he didn't let go for a moment.

Gong Changjue's voice trembled,

"Chu Shizi."

Tears kept falling from her eyes,

"Leave me alone."

He frowned and looked at her,

"Gong Changjue, what are you running away from?"

The palace chief broke his hand, and the night was as lonely as the sea.

"The son of Chu is in the world, it is a breeze and a bright moon, and I can't climb high."

Chu Ranxuan's face was solemn, and he looked at her steadily,

"Do you know what the hell you're talking about?"

The palace chief turned his face away and didn't dare to look at him again.

The lake rippled, and the sparkling water was reflected in the two of them.

She held tightly the Qinglian white handkerchief found in the pen wash,

It was because she knew too much that she had to dodge.

He is a torrent to her, capable of disintegrating everything she disguised and scouring away nothing.

Blood seeped into the veil from her hands, and her knuckles turned white from the exertion.