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The deep palace is cold, and the autumn is lonely.

He was in the pavilion, holding a wine jug in one hand, and folding a hosta flower that touched the edge of his robe with the other, the green leaves were delicate, the flower buds were like hairpins, and the color was as white as jade, which could make a fragrant and pleasant incense.

With a long list of incense names spinning in his head, he chuckled softly—

In his life, he only loves two, one is a cold and peaceful woman, and the other is a perfume.

The woman, half of her body searched, but in the end she couldn't ask for it, and this pain had turned into a poisonous snake, gnawing at his feelings for her day and night.

Perfumery, glory, and being given the name of genius are just a passing thing.

Who knows what price he paid behind the genius reputation.

Lost his relatives since he was a child, he saw his father and mother die in front of him, the warm blood drenched him, he was protected by his mother, and his father was hidden on his mother's back.

They were a family of three, but they were just going out to play, so they suffered this disaster.

From then on, he didn't want to speak to anyone anymore, looked coldly at the so-called blood relatives in Huafu, and greedily wanted to swallow the little thing that his father and mother left him.

Is it small to bully others? Negative he is weak?

After he killed several people with bad intentions in a row who tried to steal into his incense room, those "relatives" who were ready to move stopped.

However, he was also branded as a rumor of a quirky temperament.

He naturally doesn't care about these, he knows that only by becoming an indispensable existence of the Hua family and letting the Hua family see his value can he keep the little thing in the second room of the Hua family.

Day and night, he forgot time and hunger in the incense room, just to be able to make the perfect incense.

He fainted in the incense room and no one knew, he was so hot that he almost burned himself into an idiot, and no one cared, all everyone saw was the dazzling halo behind his genius name.

And it's never clear how much he's paid for it.

He, like Hua Jiu, is holding his own life to fight for a foothold.

Fortunately, he won, and since then no one has been able to bully him, and no one has been able to take away his things.

He always thought that this would be his life.

Perfume as a companion, lonely for a lifetime.

"Lonely ......," he whispered, raising his hand to take a sip of the wine from the jug, and the liquor fell down the corners of his mouth, and the hair on his cheeks was brushed away, revealing the scar that would never fade.

Just like the woman's traces on his heart, he can't erase it, and he doesn't want to erase it.

"Lord Mingxuan," a timid and soft voice sounded outside the gazebo.

When he turned around, he saw the little palace maid standing there with a flushed face, tugging at the hem of her clothes, not knowing what was wrong.

"This is the list of incense products of the red crisp lady, please take a look." The little palace maid lowered her head and held the list in both hands, nervous and shy.

He frowned, "Put it down." ”

The little palace maid stepped forward tremblingly, put the list in his hand, and when she turned to leave, she still said more, "Lord Mingxuan, please drink less, it's not good for your body." ”

As soon as these words were finished, the shy and simple little palace maid ran away.

The wind lifted the hem of her skirt, and in the wrinkles of the skirt, the sweet and bitter little things of her daughter's family were hidden, no one could know or see.

His eyes were indifferent and ruthless, and his fingers were forceful, and he twisted the hosta flower between his fingers, and picked up the list in his hand, he unfolded it, and his eyes shrank sharply at a glance-

Little Tangshan.

There are only three words on the list.

The jug in his hand fell off, making a clattering sound, and the unfinished wine flowed to the ground, mixed with porcelain shards, and the sunlight projected down, and the sharp water chestnut was rippling with colorful acidity.

He remembered the first thing she said to him, about Fuchihua Jasmine.

He remembered that he had inadvertently looked at her naked and beautiful back.

He remembered her saying aloud that death would not stay with him.

He remembered all the maintenance she had for him......

He remembered a lot, even he didn't know it, it turned out that he could memorize so many things, and every time he remembered it, he remembered it vividly.

On that day, he knew that the second prince had set up a Hongmen banquet to kill her, and he passed the news out, he didn't have to do that, after all, that person had a good hand, with him, who could hurt her.

He was still worried, just like knowing that King Min had framed her and wanted to put her in prison, and when he went out of the palace to find her, he could only see her back being taken away.

He swore to himself that if he rescued her this time, he would never let her go back to the man.

She was in such a situation that she dared to say that there was no reason for that person.

And what he was waiting for was just a sentence that she asked someone to bring to him-

I'm all right!

The last time he saw her was in Huangjue Town, she actually didn't know that she met the eldest prince, met Hua Zhi, and found the person who was seriously injured, he saw it all in his eyes.

She wept for the man and laughed for the man.

Joy, anger and sorrow have nothing to do with him.

He turned around and went back to the palace, no longer looking at her, he was afraid that the glance would condense into ten thousand years.

If I heard that she gave birth to a child, a son and a daughter, it must be very similar to her eyebrows.

The years were quiet and good, and if she could live smoothly, then he would have nothing else to ask for.

It was getting dark, and a cold wind was blowing, and he lay down in the gazebo for a long time, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

The handful of hair on the cheeks is occasionally blown into a small arc, and the scar reveals a little bit, and the dark color is hidden in the obscurity.

I don't know when, the little palace maid who ran away went and returned, just with an extra cloak in her hand.

She stepped forward lightly, not daring to get too close, and looked at his quiet face from afar for a long time, and finally blushed and tried to cover him with the cloak.

Unexpectedly, before the cloak fell, his wrist was caught by a cold and cold hand, "What are you doing?" ”

The little palace maid was startled, her hand was loose, and her cloak fell to the ground, not splashing any dust, but it was stained with the wine that had not yet dried, and the corners were wet, "My lord...... forgive my sins."

He stared at her, and when he saw that her eyes were flushed, he let out his strength, "Let's go." ”

The little palace maid hid her hand behind her back, bit her lower lip, and really left this time.

His eyes fell on the cloak, he was in the outer hall of the palace, Si Xiangfang for several years, and there were often beautiful palace maids who made many excuses to walk in front of him, that kind of shy and timid eyes, and a look of gain and loss.

How could he not understand that he was just in love, but unfortunately, he had no feelings to share with other women.

His feelings have long been consumed by himself in the future, and when he recalls the past, he will slowly forget some of them, and he believes that one day, he will not even be able to remember her voice and appearance.

When others talked about it, he only said that he should say, "Ah, it's her......"

Since then, there are no waves in the ancient well, and there is no wave in the heart lake.

On the second day, while he was cleaning the spices, the little palace maid came again, took the food box, glanced at him, put down the food box, and ran away without saying a word, frightened like a timid rabbit.

He opened the food box, and the aroma of eating jumped into the tip of his nose, and there was a palm-sized note in the food box, with beautiful handwriting and a faint smell of ink.

"Drunk hurts the body, make a special soup to protect the body." He whispered, sneered, closed the food box, and ignored it.

He has the blood of the Hua family in his body, he was born utilitarian and ruthless, and he can't give people a response, so he naturally won't give people the slightest hope.

He understands the pain of asking for but not being able to do it, and he also knows the truth that you should not do to others what you do not want to be done.

The girl is a good girl, but she is no longer suitable for him.

On the third day, the little palace maid still came here on time, and when she saw the untouched food box, the disappointment on her face flashed, and he understood it, but she didn't see it.

But I also saw that the palace maid put another food box in that place, and brought back yesterday's food.

After he finished preparing the incense, when he passed by the food box, he walked out and poured back, looked at the food box for a long time, sighed softly, and raised his foot to kick the food box to the ground.

The same note fell out from Cong, he lowered his head slightly, and saw that it was written, "Red dates and wolfberries, nourish blood and warm qi......"

He didn't finish the rest of the words, he only stepped on the note, as if he wanted to smash a sincere heart.

When it hurts, it will stop.

On the fourth day, the palace maid saw the scattered food box, and he was in the incense room, so he watched her tears fall down.

He suddenly remembered why she cried so little. If it were her...... It won't be her, she won't be the first to hand over her true heart to a man, and she will only act after seeing other people's hearts.

Whether it is feelings or trading, she can't afford to lose anything.

This time, the little palace maid packed up the food box that she had kicked over, and took it back with her.

He pursed his lips, his face was expressionless, and the incense adjustment action in his hand was smooth and skillful, this was the incense product named by the red crisp lady, and he didn't want to make a mistake.

The days of the palace are always like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, the moment of breathing, the days of half moon and January have passed.

He didn't bother to remember how long it had been since he had been in Xiangsifang.

On this day, the spices ran out, and there was no eunuch on duty in the workshop, so he had to go out to find the eunuch who bought it.

The sun was warm outside, basking the back of his hand, he actually felt a rare comfort, he actually felt that dying of old age in Xiangsifang was also a good thing, and it was not a sad thing to be with fragrance all his life.

After finishing his errands, he walked back, and saw the two grandmothers dragging a palace maid with blood all over her lower body in the direction of the pulp washing workshop.

This kind of thing will be staged every day in the palace, you live and die, you fight for me, as a palace maid, it is also necessary to have the consciousness of dying at any time, he suddenly remembered the little palace maid who had brought him food.

is so simple and innocent, in this palace of dyeing vats, sooner or later he will be calculated to death.

He shook his head, shook off the superfluous shadow in his mind, and when he looked back, he could see the face of the dying palace maid—

It's not who the little palace maid is.

"Excuse me," he stopped the two grandmothers, frowned, and suddenly didn't understand what he was doing, "what is this palace maid going to do?" ”

The two grandmothers knew him, and they knew that they couldn't be offended, so they said politely, "When serving tea, my soul was not guarded, and I burned Niangniang's jade fingers, this will make Niangniang let me wait to throw it to the pulp washing workshop, and fend for myself, Lord Mingxuan, but there is something to order?" ”

He chuckled, "This palace maid has a few relationships with me, and there happens to be one less miscellaneous person in my workshop, so if Mama gives her to me, Niangniang, I'll go back later." ”

He almost easily asked for it.

Until he returned to the workshop and found the imperial doctor to show the injury, he couldn't understand what his strange behavior today was.

But when the little maid woke up, and when she saw him, she wept.

He was bored, and felt more and more why the women in this world couldn't be more like the woman in his heart, when necessary, they were ruthless and resolute, and they couldn't even take their eyes off them.

The little palace maid lived in the workshop, and he didn't tell her to do anything, just let her do as she pleased.

Day after day, she can also help him with his hands, clean the incense room, grind some incense powder, and he is also used to drinking a bowl of soup she cooks every day.

Finally, one day she said, "Lord Mingxuan, can you help the slave and maid rename it?" ”

He didn't want to waste his mind on such boring things, so he replied casually, "Moxiang." ”

The little palace maid's eyebrows fluttered happily, and she sprinkled him with a bowl of fragrant flowers for this reason, he didn't feel angry, but Moxiang couldn't help crying.

He didn't remember how many years he had been in the palace, and he didn't know what was going on outside the palace, but one day, he suddenly found that Moxiang had grown from a little palace maid to a big girl.

And he is getting old.

He suddenly wanted to leave the palace, wanting to see how the woman who had been remembered for so many years and still hadn't forgotten was doing, and what her child had become.

A few days later, he left the palace, followed by Moxiang.

Mo Xiang said, "My lord, Mo Xiang's time in the palace has come, and it is time for Mo Xiang to go home." ”

Go home?

He forgot that there was such a thing as a home.

He didn't have a home, he didn't have a home many years ago, his home was ruined by the woman in his heart, even if he didn't have any feelings for that home.

He opened his mouth and said stunned, "Moxiang, I have no home for a long time......

Mo Xiang cried again when she listened to it, she couldn't cry silently, she didn't cry at all, she said, "My lord, if you don't dislike it, Mo Xiang will be your family in the future, and Mo Xiang has always wanted to be your family." ”

He just shook his head and didn't say anything.

Hong Su told him that she was in Xiaotangshan, and she lived a peaceful and happy life.

He wanted to take a look, to see from afar.

He went to Xiaotangshan, and in a place where she couldn't see, she saw a group of children under her knees, and a husband and a gentleman by her side, she smiled, and her face was the same as before, but there was a smile more.

"Moxiang, do you know who she is?" He looked at it intently, a small smile on his lips.

"Moxiang doesn't know."

"She is my only family member, and she is also my ......"

The one you love the most!

There are other words, he didn't say it, or it just came to his lips, and it had already dispersed with the wind.

After all, no one knows, and he doesn't want anyone to know anymore.

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