Under the bright moonlight, a hazy dream is reflected.

It was the scene of Qionglou Yuyu, so big that I don't know how much in the gorgeous palace, those women with unknown masks, are dancing with a beautiful posture, showing off their youth and the beautiful and wonderful dance, the wide and light satin skirt is flying in the wind, like the leaves falling on the branches of the trees in early spring, one after another, beautiful.

In the main hall, the man in the black robe seemed to be a little bored with these rare scenes in the world, and seemed to have long been disinterested in these wonderful dances, and glanced at the people sitting around the main hall with his spare eyes, making sure that no one was watching him.

The man in the black robe couldn't help but yawn.

The woman sitting next to the man was a little graceful and luxurious, looking at the man's embarrassing scene, she couldn't help laughing, but she still didn't laugh after all, she just coughed softly.

The man in the black robe smiled and made a shushing gesture.

His Royal Highness looked at the people on the stage and couldn't help but bow their heads and laugh.

The black-robed man was about forty years old, but the strange thing was that the hair was white with snow mixed with green silk, and the pitch-black robe formed a strange but harmonious picture.

The silver hair fluttered, and it couldn't hide the deep black eyes of the black-robed man.

At this time, the black-robed man's gaze had already crossed the main hall and looked at the red flowers all over the mountains outside the door.

Flowers bloom all over the mountain, like coins, and the color is like blood red.

This person is known as the Lord of Hades.

The Immortal King stood up, took the wine cup, and said loudly, "May I always be here at this moment, and drink this bottle together." ”

His Highness, as well as the woman who was also dressed in a black robe, also picked up the wine bottle in his hand and drank it all.

The Immortal Monarch looked at the main hall, and then looked at the scenery outside the door, for some reason, the corners of his mouth hooked up an incomprehensible smile, like the most gorgeous flower that bloomed after entering the desperate road, the courage to survive from a desperate place.

He was a genius at that time, and his exquisite face carved out of a knife was a beautiful man in the world.

didn't say why, the Immortal Monarch walked out of the main hall by himself, and the courtiers of His Highness stood up one after another, but at this time, the Immortal Monarch stopped them from wanting to step forward with a wave of his hand.

At this time, the Immortal King bent down, picked up a petal on the ground, put it in the palm of his hand, and let the breeze blow and scratch the slight itch, and let the petal go away with the wind.

Looking at the fluttering petals, the deep eyes of the Immortal Monarch became gentle, and he said, "If this flower is flying all over the mountains, it can be regarded as a very beautiful scenery. ”

Courtiers, you look at me, I look at you, and for a while I couldn't guess the mind of the Immortal Monarch, so I had to turn my head to look at the woman in the black robe, and the woman only shook her head.

"If you can keep the flowers blooming again, and then you can drink heartily, it is the happiest thing in the world." The Immortal turned around and said with a smile.

As if to reflect the words of the Immortal King, the petals all over the mountains were blown by the wind, and flew up like a spiral, spiraling straight into the sky.

It's just that it's blood-red.

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The hazy moonlight, sprinkled in the jade of Qionglou, blurred the vermilion lacquer, and elongated the figure of the girl sitting on the corridor.

"Rong Yan, it's so late, still not sleeping?" The black-robed Immortal seemed a little surprised and walked in front of the girl.

The girl named Rong Yan raised her head, revealing her eyes as clear as those of the Immortal Monarch, smiled happily, jumped down from the corridor, took the Immortal Monarch's hand, and said, "Father, these flowers are so beautiful." ”

After that, the Immortal King looked in the direction of the little girl's finger, and looked at the flowers that swirled upward, like carrying fairies, straight up to the cold Moon Palace.

"It's really beautiful." The Immortal said without thinking.

After a long time, the Immortal Monarch came back to his senses and said to the little girl, "Have you memorized what I asked you to memorize?" ”

The little girl raised her head and said in a childish voice: "One by one, one by one, one by two, two by two......"

After a while, the ninety-nine multiplication table crawled out of the little girl's mouth, and the Immortal Monarch showed a look of praise at this time.

"Yan'er, do you know that when you were so old, your father was just a crying ghost." The Immortal Monarch touched Rong Yan's head and said kindly.

Rong Yan didn't understand a little, this wise and martial father, this omnipotent father, turned out to be a crybaby?

couldn't help laughing, Rong Yan took Hades's hand hard, coquettishly let Hades pick her up, and then scraped the bridge of Hades's tall nose hard, and said, "Father is not a crybaby." ”

Hades Jun was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Rong Yan to say this back, hugged Rong Yan in his arms hard, and laughed.

That night, the moonlight was hazy, Rong Yan remembered her father's face, remembered the incomparably gentle smile, but no matter what, it seemed to be swallowed by the moonlight, so blurry and hazy, a little unclear.

So, just remember.

woke up suddenly, Rong Yan touched her cheek, it was still so cold, just like the bright moonlight outside the window.

If the moonlight was as bright as tonight that night, maybe I would be able to remember my father's face and his smile?

Rong Yan didn't know, she just sat up on her own, looked at the cold moonlight outside the window, and fell into deep thought.

There was no candle flame, and in the bronze mirror, there were only mottled black shadows, and the moonlight was cold, reflecting Xiao Suo's black shadow, bringing endless loneliness.

In front of her window, there was already an extra jug of wine, and a beautifully crafted wine glass.

In distant memories, my father is also very fond of drinking, every time the moon is under the moon, or the stars are thousands of miles, the king with deep eyes always likes to sit on the eaves of the palace, and watch the bright moon drinking alone, it seems that it is a very happy scene.

Whenever this happens, the Immortal Monarch can't forget to say to Rong Yan beside him: "Someone told me that this wine is only good or bad when you get up the next day and you don't have a headache, but it's really good or not, but about this scenery, he told me that he has an apprentice who drinks wine like blood, so what will you drink like?" ”

Rong Yan looked at the Immortal Monarch, not knowing what he was talking about, just looking at his extremely enjoyable expression, she always thought that this was a particularly good thing.

At that time, the king would always say, "Don't tell your mother that I drank again, she will be unhappy." ”

At that time, Rong Yan just nodded very obediently.

At this moment, looking at the bright moon, Rong Yan poured a glass of wine, and as the cold wine entered her throat, it seemed that a fire burned from the bottom of her heart, spicy and uncomfortable.

But Rong Yan always felt that this kind of false fiery was like the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, so unreal.

After the fire, when all the false disguises were dismantled, only a feeling of colder than moonshine remained, and that feeling was bitterly cold.

Putting down the wine glass, Rong Yan raised her eyebrows, and looked at the window where she was standing, Senior Brother Bai Qi was standing there, just like herself, looking at the cold moonlight.

"Senior sister, what do you think of the taste of this wine? Master asked me to bring it to you. Bai Qi said unhurriedly, as in the past.

"It's cold, it's not delicious, isn't it that my senior brother is also addicted to alcohol?" Rong Yan asked.

"No, I don't think it tastes good either, it tastes like blood." Bai Qi said very honestly.

With that, Bai Qi handed over the things in his hand, put them in front of Rong Yan's window, and turned to leave.

It was a yellow mandarin that had already been peeled.

Looking at the yellow orange, Rong Yan was silent for a long time, peeled off a piece and put it in his mouth.

The yellow mandarin is sweet, and it unusually appears in early spring, but Rong Yan doesn't care about it, but from the sweetness of the yellow mandarin, she tastes a trace of bitterness that is not easy to detect.

I remember that it was a sunny day, and the silver-haired man in the black robe gently stroked his long hair, and said happily: "The citrus over there is ripe, Yan'er, can you taste it?" ”

After that, the Immortal Monarch peeled it with his hands, his movements were elegant and unhurried, and all this fell in Rong Yan's eyes, all of which were the colors of happiness.

At that time, the man gave her a story about the southern orange and the northern orange, and I still remembered the side of the Immortal King, the glorious and luxurious woman, sitting on the side, unknown and greedily eating the citrus that had just ripened for a long time.

After a while, Rong Yan finished eating the yellow orange, looking at the scenery outside the window, with the memory, the feeling of cold loneliness filled her heart.

It's been lonely for a long time, but as it spreads, it seems full?

Or is loneliness a kind of emotion, and it can also enrich loneliness?

After eating the yellow mandarin, Rong Yan just sat on the eaves of the window, turned half of her face sideways, and looked at the crystal clear moon, tonight's moon is surprisingly big and surprisingly bright.

And the brilliance is only half, illuminating half of the side, leaving half of the black shadow, and the silver glow of the moon is like the light in the mirror, only reflecting a more dazzling light.

It's not a jade plate, but there are mottled traces of potholes on the moon, which cruelly disillusions all illusions, just like those rising dreams in Rong Yan's heart, which will eventually be shattered by reality.

So what is a dream and what is the use? After all, the reality is so cruel and cold.

At least now, Rong Yan is sitting alone on the eaves of the window, looking at the cold moonlight.

Memories are paper, and dreams are pens, and what is described above is nothing more than an illusion of a mirage.

"Yan'er, if there is an afterlife, I will peel yellow oranges for you." Rong Yan's ears seemed to remember familiar words and a cordial and intimate tone.

Lowering his head, letting the green silk cover his eyes, stretching out his hand, Rong Yan covered her face with her palm, and the moonlight stretched the dark shadow behind the window eaves, enveloping the entire cottage.

"Loneliness." The girl with her head bowed said to herself.

Just as the clouds that drifted in obscured the original vast stars, the scarred and broken moon was not lonely, but lonely.