Cutting Power(5)

In a trance, she seemed to see a person coming slowly on a horse.

In the distance, those fireworks that shattered in the sky obscured the eyes of the palace chief.

Nobody knows,

When she was younger, she once liked someone.

A very dazzling person.

That year, she was thirteen years old, which was the age when love first blossomed.

Zuo Yaoqing took her to the long street to watch the new shizi hairpin flower parade street, and the two stood on the pavilion.

In the distance, she saw a man dressed in white and riding on a horse.

The large group slowly approached in her direction.

His appearance slowly became clearer.

She seemed to have never seen such a man, and the uncles and brothers she saw at home were all bearded, with all their hair tied up with a cloth band, and their faces were tanned by the scorching sun. Most of the people I saw outside were scholars wearing long shirts and pretending to be in a posture.

It's the first time she's seen such a man.

It is like a cloud in the sky, too high to grasp.

It's like the wind, coming and going without a trace, unpredictable.

It seems lonely, yet so unattainable.

The women of the street blushed and threw their handkerchiefs at him, and he walked forward without raising his head.

As he walked under the balcony where she was, a sudden gust of wind blew the handkerchief off her hand and landed on his shoulder.

He didn't brush it off, as if the veil didn't exist.

As he rode a horse, the white handkerchief embroidered with Qinglian slowly slid down his clothes.

Her eyes fell on him, staring at his figure until she could no longer see him.

Her heartbeat could be heard for hundreds of miles.

In those years, she didn't like to read, and she could only recite a few poems after racking her brains.

But the moment she saw him, a sentence suddenly appeared in her mind for no reason, the concubine planned to marry her.

She ran downstairs to pick up the handkerchief and put it away with great care.

Thousands of miles of bright moon fell on the eaves, indifferently scattering a piece of clear light, and she was under the moon, countless days and nights, holding the embroidered handkerchief, lost a heart.

She didn't say anything, and when others talked about him, she pretended not to care, but quietly pricked up her ears to listen.

Listening to things related to him, it seems that she is also involved in his life.

She secretly likes someone, because of him, she has been bumped in the middle of the night, in repeated sadness and sweetness, jealousy and helplessness.

Thinking of his handsome eyebrows, she was confused.

It seems that it was from that time that she began to learn etiquette, began to learn not to walk with a foot, and to be silent when drinking soup.

She put down her bow and arrow, picked up the pen, and the best sentence she wrote was still that the concubine was going to marry her.

Behind all this, it is just the most plain and vigorous sentence,

My heart is pleasing to you, and I can't be sharp.

The fragments of memories scattered like stars set up a smoke screen in her memory like a drizzle.

However, gradually, she became more and more aware that she and him were destined to be impossible, she had a marriage contract, and the person she wanted to marry could never be him.

The most painful thing when I was young was that I liked someone, and he didn't know it, and there was no possibility between myself and him.

She put away all her delusions, and forced herself to stop looking at that side of the embroidered handkerchief and not writing that line of poetry anymore.

She would also smile under the moon, laughing and laughing, and suddenly her eyes were moist.

And the person she has held on the tip of her heart for two years, perhaps, doesn't even know who she is.

From beginning to end, but she was sentimental.

She had heard of his swordsmanship.

She made a sword spike for this purpose, and she was afraid of being confused with other sword spikes, so she specially woven it into it with glass silk.

When she finally realized clearly that she was going to marry someone else, she cried and tied the sword spike to the jade pendant, she thought that this sword spike would never reach his hands, but she didn't expect that going around and around, the world would make people.

He found the spike of the sword.

And when he returned the spike to her, her heart was dead.

She is no longer bound by the marriage contract, but she has a bad reputation and is spurned by everyone.

And he is the son of Chu who is admired by everyone and is glorious in the wind and moon.

She was careful to harbor her affection for him, and like a thief with stolen goods, she never dared to expose herself to broad daylight.

She didn't dare to think about it anymore, every throbbing in her memory was an insult to him.

Under the heavy lanterns, like a dream,

He finally stood in front of her across countless hours,

And she asked cautiously tentatively,

"Why does the son always save me from danger?"

He looked at her in the candlelight, his eyes gentle,

"Because you're the one I need to save."

Her hand shook, and the paper kite in her hand fell to the ground,

Her world shook the mountains.

The light lamp curtain was slowly blown by the wind, and the palace chief didn't dare to look directly at Chu Ranxuan.

She hurriedly bent down to pick up the bouquet of paper kites.

She lowered her head and pinched the flower tightly,

She said in a trembling voice,

"Long tips... Understand the meaning of the prince, the Dingwang family and the palace family are all generals, and they should support each other. ”

Fireworks go off in the distance, and they fall like shooting stars.

The fireworks drove away the silence of the night sky, softened his figure, and gilded him with a swaying bright light. There was a slight discrepancy from what she remembered, his indifferent appearance.

Chu Ranyu's voice was low, with the magnetism of an adult man,

"The Gong family is the Gong family, you are you."

Before she could finish speaking, he had spoken, without hesitation.

Gong Changjue looked at Chu Ranxuan and didn't react,

"Shizi?"

Chu Ranxuan looked at her under the lamp, her eyes flowing, and it was a gentleness she had never seen in her previous life.

The palace family is the palace family, and you, and I have different meanings.

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain.

Gong Changjue took two steps back,

Suddenly there was a dark dungeon in front of me, blood flowing all over the ground, suffocating filth.

Gong Changjue held the hand of the paper iris and clenched it tightly.

She can't, she can't let it happen again.

The palace chief said calmly,

"I don't understand, what Chu Shizi means."

Chu Ranxuan looked at her, her eyes wandered, and her eyes were a little confused and slightly drunk.

"That little girl, I'm not wrong."

The palace chief lowered his eyes, suddenly smiled bitterly, and said incoherently,

"The prince smells of alcohol... The prince must have been drunk. ”

She took a few steps back and ran abruptly, she stumbling as if she were on a cloud.

The night breeze was charming, blowing down with light and shadow, blowing her clothes and long hair.

She ran to the gate of the palace, holding the stone lion, remembering the appearance of his back shining stars under the lights.

She looked down and found that she was still holding the bouquet of paper kites tightly in her hand, the moonlight was thin, and among the paper kites, a purple hosta was warm and shiny.

She took out the purple hosta, looked at the purple hosta, she suddenly slammed the hosta on the stone lion, the hosta burst open, broke into two sections, and rolled on the ground alone.

She crouched down, covered her face and began to cry.

And Chu Ranyu stood at the lamplight, looking at her, and his eyes fell on the broken purple hosta.

The palace chief jue clung to the bouquet of paper irises,

Why? Why is creation so confusing?

It's useless for her to hide?

She is obviously extremely vicious, obviously scheming, she is by no means the gentle and demure palace chief in her previous life, why did he have her in his eyes, even earlier than in his previous life?

After she came back, she didn't cry when she saw her dead relatives again, and she didn't cry when she was insulted in public.

But a few words from him made her collapse.

It shouldn't be like this, between her and him, obviously a stranger, he has seen her most vicious, the most calculating, he has seen her most hypocritical, the most scheming side, he should hate her to the extreme, should treat her like dust.

Why, he said that to her.

In her previous life, she longed for him to see her, but she couldn't love her, and when she finally fell into his eyes, she jumped off the cliff.

And in this life, she desperately wanted to stay away from him, wanted him to hate her, but he just looked at her in his eyes.

And she is burdened with the blood feud of the Gong family, and she must not look at him again.

Every time she saw him, she couldn't help but think of the blood that covered the sky and the clouds in her previous life, the screams and the devastation.

Why did the world play tricks on her and ask her to do it all over again, but it destroyed all her hard support and gave her the most painful judgment in the most beautiful way.

Like a sharp blade, brutally slicing through all her defenselessness.

Chu Ranyu's figure was gradually swallowed up by the night,

The world can be deceived, and creation makes people,

But I know your loneliness.