Changji's expression was very solemn and thoughtful. I was silent, and I was also melancholy, just as uncomfortable as I had been after listening to the story of Minghua and Yuanmu. I took a sullen sip of wine, feeling cold, and sighed why there are always many things in the world.

I cupped my cheeks and sighed with emotion: "I don't know if I will be able to see the red snow in my lifetime."

Changji smiled and said: "Who in the world has no regrets. A piece of snow can make up for a regretful thing, but it's just a deception to a child. How old are you to believe this? ”

I said with a stinky face: "People should always have hope, if there is no hope, then life is not boring." Even if I don't have any regrets to make up, I want to see what the red snow looks like, and it must be beautiful. ”

He ignored it, sat up straight again, took out a pottery from his almighty sleeve, and began to whimper and play. I don't know what tune he played, I never heard it. Xun's voice is gentle, soft and soft, as if he is pouring out his thoughts to his lover, and under the full moon, it is very appropriate.

I endured my sadness and smiled, "Who are you thinking about?"

He glanced at me, his brow furrowing.

I heard that half a month ago, Baili Yuan asked the Southern Emperor to make Wen Er the crown princess. However, he failed to achieve his goal. Emperor Nan had long intended to marry Yong Wangfu, and was canonized as the crown prince and concubine, so naturally he would not agree.

The prince thought about it again and again, so he had to retreat and say that he was willing to be the crown princess, but he wanted to seal Wen Er as a good woman. Nandi has not yet agreed, but it should be the same, and sooner or later he will agree.

At the moment, Changji is afraid that he is worried about this matter.

I'm depressed, and I feel a dull ache.

"If you don't say it, I know that you must be missing Wen'er. What's so embarrassing about this, since you miss someone, go and see her. Instead of losing your soul here, it is better to learn from your little imperial uncle, see how brave others are, and decisively pursue what you want. ”

He finally stopped and said coldly: "When will you be able to change your nonsense!"

I was furious, angry, and said, "How can I talk nonsense." Obviously, you have a ghost in your heart, and you don't dare to say or fight when you admire others, you will only pretend to be affectionate and blow the Tao Xun. ”

He was not in a hurry or impatient, and slowly spoke: "What do you want me to fight for?"

"Naturally, it's a race for warmth. Your thirteen mothers, mothers, oops, in short, it's your sweetheart. ”

Tao Xun's tune changed sharply, and suddenly it became sad again, and the cold moon withered.

I protested: "It's hard to hear, please change to a cheerful tune."

I always like to listen only to bright tunes, and I am most annoyed by this sad tune.

He ignored my pleas and played to himself.

"I know, you're afraid that you won't be able to fight and lose face."

I don't know if I'm stunned or what, the more I don't want to say something, the more I have to spit it out, and everyone knows what they know and have to be reminded at all times. Changji was really poked in the sore spot by me this time, and looked at me with a gloomy face. I grinned and didn't know what to do. Actually, I just wanted to say a few more words to him. Only sigh insincerely, the words do not reach the meaning, and fail to clarify.

His eyes were dark, he wanted to speak and stopped, and finally stopped, put away Tao Xun and turned away.

I looked at his back, the tip of my nose was sour, and my eyes were swollen. As soon as he lowered his head, he suddenly turned back again. I jerked my head up, pleasantly surprised, thinking that he was going to say something to me, and secretly wished for it.

"Stupid you forget it!!"

He said this expressionlessly, snatched the bottle from my arms, glared at me fiercely, and walked away. Leave me messy in the wind.

It turned out that he meant this.

As the night wore on, I returned to my room and lay down in a large figure beside the eclipse. I shook the wolf paws of the lunar eclipse and spoke to it with a sad face: "Say, am I stupid? I didn't say what I wanted to say in my heart, I didn't want to say it, I said it all in one breath, and I expressed it in a mess, and the bull's head was not in the horse's mouth. Alas, he doesn't even want to talk to me now. What should I do, what should I do~"

The lunar eclipse sticks out its tongue and looks like a dumb melon.

I sighed, put down its paws and pinched its ears, and asked it timidly, "Lunar eclipse, do you say that I am beautiful?" Who is better looking compared to me and Wen'er? ”

The lunar eclipse retracted its tongue, still looking like a dumb melon.

"Forget it, it's useless to ask you. I can't appreciate my beauty, you white-eyed wolf. ”

The eclipse finally stopped being silent, and raised the wolf's paw to slam it into my face, causing me to grin in pain.

And its claws still stink, a strange smell.

I covered my nose and roared, "Say, I haven't washed your wolf claws for a few days, and they stink to death!!"

It whimpered softly, as if embarrassed, and suddenly leaned over and stuck out its tongue to lick my face. I couldn't dodge, and I was covered with saliva.

I wiped it indiscriminately, staring at it and crying.

At night, I lay in bed, thinking about what Changji said before, what is stupid and stupid. Does he really think I'm stupid, or is he trying to hint at me something?

I scratched my ears and cheeks, and I really couldn't figure it out.

Alas, it seems that my brain is becoming more and more unbright, and such a short sentence also feels obscure and incomprehensible.

When I read the play book, I always scolded the protagonist for being too hypocritical and cowardly. Because they always complicate simple things. said three points, never simply picked each other's minds, so that in the end they missed each other, and cried bitterly, regretting it. But the causes of the tragedy are not all their own doing. When encountering problems, they dodge, procrastinate and hesitate, and they have to add twists and turns to their emotional path, and seek troubles for themselves.

But now, I don't think they're scared anymore, but I understand them a little. Because if you really like someone, you will understand the last resort of the characters in the script. There are many things that you can't say if you want to, and many things that you can't do if you want to. There are so many things involved behind the scenes, and no one can be left alone.

I often wonder if we live in a world where there is no hostility, no high or low, no worldly bonds. If you want to like someone, you really love without any worries; If you want to live freely, you can pursue it as much as you want. It's just that none of us can do it.

It's useless to think about, it's useless to say. No one can do what they want, and they are free and easy. Just like me, although I like Changji very much, he doesn't like me. I wanted to talk to him, but I had to worry too much. I don't say it, I can't calm down; If I say, he doesn't want to, but he is in a dilemma.

Alas, it's really sad, it's sad.

It's easy to fall in love with someone, it's easy to be admired by someone, it's difficult to be happy with each other, and it's even more difficult to be happy with each other.

At the beginning of autumn, a chrysanthemum appreciation party was held in the palace, and I entered the palace as usual to share the feast.

Early in the morning, I sat at the dresser and waited for Duobu to freshen up and dress me. When entering the palace, you must be dignified, whether it is clothing or headdress, you must follow the most decent manner.

I wore the most fashionable clothes in Jiankang City, painted the rouge gouache rewarded by the palace, painted the eyebrows and emerald, and the flowers were cloudy. Because I don't like buns, I try to keep my hairstyle as simple as possible, and let Duobu comb me into a double bun, and wear a few small lilac beaded flowers to embellish. First, I will save her trouble, and second, I will be relaxed.

I was sleepy-eyed and sleepy, and silently recited a poem I read in the book today: "The poems and books on the pillow are good, and the scenery in front of the door is good."

It doesn't specifically refer to it, but it is a casual refreshment. When Hua Fu heard this, she was so anxious that she looked out the window in fright, and her face was worried: "Is it going to rain, won't it?" I see that the sun is good, why is it raining? ”

I turned around and winked at Duobu, we both smiled knowingly, neither of us spoke, and Hua Fu said: "Princess, don't use books as pillows anymore, it's not good for the cervical spine." If you are disgusted with jade pillows, the slave will change you to a soft one. ”

I nodded and didn't explain. Wilting looked back, looked at the barely delicate face in the mirror, took a deep breath, and prepared to get up.

When he was about to enter the palace gate, he was encountering the carriage of Qingyang Palace, and the two cars met and drove side by side. I lifted the curtain and looked out, and it happened that Meng Jie also lifted the curtain to look this way.

He smiled brightly and called out loudly, "You came so early."

"You're pretty early, too."

I nodded at him and grinned.

The sound of clattering horses' hooves resounded through the palace road.

After getting off the bus, I noticed that there was an incense cart behind the Mengjie carriage.

There were two people inside, one was Zhao Qingyu, and the other was her mother. Zhao Qingyu's mother looks so delicate and beautiful. The woman in her thirties is still green and jade-faced, with red lips and white teeth. is petite, and Zhao Qingyu, who is slender and slender, is even more pitiful. The slender hand of the car rolls the shutter and looks at it, and the eyebrows learn the spring mountain.

Zhao Qingyu can also be regarded as a true biography of his mother, and he is a beauty. She got out of the car and saw that the person opposite was Meng Jie, and the joy in her eyes was like fireworks in the night sky.

"Brother Xu, why are you here alone, and Aunt Ming is not with you?"

Meng Jie bowed his head and hurriedly said: "Mother is ill and did not enter the palace with me today."

Zhao Qingyu's eyebrows and eyes were full of shame, and when he took a few steps to get in front of Meng Jie, Meng Jie walked towards me.

I was about to flash someone, but he stopped me.

Under the flowering tree, he was hunting in white and walked towards me, but I couldn't avoid it, so I could only stand in place.

I naturally won't ignore Zhao Qingyu's reaction. From the moment she heard Meng Jie call me "Little Missing", the smile on her face stiffened a little. I suddenly felt guilty, as if I was sorry for her.

But she still maintained a proper smile, standing in place, snuggling up to her mother, her eyes like Shui Qingling, staring at Meng Jie stupidly.

When Meng Jie stepped forward, I put on the hat on my hand pretentiously. He was stunned for a moment, shook his head and laughed at me. I also felt that it was inappropriate, so I didn't bother to pretend again, and tore off the hat.

I said bitterly: "I also think this rule is annoying, but who called me a woman in the pavilion, I have to abide by it."

Meng Jie made a gesture to knock me on the head, but I hurriedly dodged away, and he froze and withdrew his hand.

"yes. It's a really annoying rule. ”

Without hesitation, he turned and left.

Zhao Qingyu hesitated for a moment, and hurriedly followed, she walked so fast that she ran off her hat. She stopped suddenly, looked at Meng Jie's back in a daze, and suddenly laughed at herself. Her mother picked up the hat and put it in her hand, and she absentmindedly took it and put it on, and walked towards me.