On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month of the year of Renxu, it is advisable to marry, it is advisable to put up a lamp, and it is appropriate to tie the color.

Gilded palace, glazed green tiles, dragons and phoenixes are auspicious, red silk dances.

In the shadows, the snow, very deep.

The grass and trees are draped in makeup, and the pillars are hung with beads.

The tulle light mist, such as the white jade skin of the lotus root, is the palace maid will raise the marigold silver silk cup with the eyebrows, the cup body is lightly wrapped with red silk cloth, and the acacia is hung for a long time.

A lone shadow, easily breaking through the brilliance of the jewels, in a red candle swaying, with a one-handed holding cup, gently shaking a touch of green in the golden bottle, jet-black sideburns poured down on the golden crown, a touch of bright red hanging down between his lips, placed between his red pupils, and fell like a firework when he closed his eyes.

At the gate of the palace, the light yarn landed on the ground, and the feather swallows fell to the cherry blossoms, and there were two rows of palace maids kneeling in their hands holding wedding dresses.

"Your Majesty, the auspicious time has come, the slave maid still bathes and changes your clothes, right?"

After a long time, an elderly palace maid led by finally broke the dead silence.

She is only dressed in a green dress, and only uses a wooden hairpin to tie it between her hair, and the whole person is so plain that she almost melts into this invisible wind, but an orchid-shaped waist card on the waist looks delicate and delicate, round and clear, pleated and bright under the moonlight, and it is also prominently engraved with two words - "Cilan".

Seeing that there was no movement in the hall for a long time, she hesitantly lowered her hands and looked out, only to see a messy empty wine jar on the gold brick red carpet, and a crooked "ran" word on the wine altar was lightly covered by Ye Shengji's left fingertips, and then moved away, caressing back and forth.

The snow was deep, a cool breeze passed, and she let out a very slight sigh, and fell into the dust, and was buried.

In her slightly old eyes, the deep snow reflected deep worry, and finally, she couldn't help but call softly, "Your Majesty—"

The lonely shadow was slightly stunned, lowered his head, and said slowly: "Aunt Lan, I'm fine." You can step down first, and I can come by myself when it comes to changing clothes. ”

His long back was as cold as snow under a candlelight, and the whole person seemed to come from the distant ice field deep in the air, and there was not the slightest joy that should be on a happy day between the words, only a little respect for Aunt Lan.

"Yes. The snow is heavy and the night is deep, His Majesty has an old illness in his body, and on a happy day, he hopes to take care of the dragon's body. ”

Aunt Lan bowed deeply, got up and wanted to talk and stopped, but after all, she just shook her head, sighed and disappeared into the depths of the Zhu Corridor.

"Old diseases?"

"Smack-"

A drop of jade wine fell to the ground crisply along his white jade slender fingertips in Ye Shengji's distraction, splashing waves in his eyes that had not been seen for a long time.

"Aunt Lan, that's not an old disease. It's a heart disease. It has been suffering from it for a hundred years, and now it is terminally ill, and there is no cure. ”

In the huge and empty gilded hall, a wry smile fell to the ground, hitting the cold air, which was extremely clear.

In the distraction, it is his helplessness, his loneliness, and his remorse, intertwined into the waves of light and shadow of the wine in his cup, and the pity between his sword eyebrows and ink, it is difficult to hide, it is endless and lost.

The dragon splendid wedding dress outlined by the big red gold silk hung on the golden silk nanmu, the wind moved the candlelight flickered, shining in his eyes, it was the bright red in the yellow sand of the desert splashed with blood.

One piece, dazzling.

Where the bead curtain shook coldly, it was he who knocked on his neck and drank it all!

Between the white neck, the smooth flow is not emerald, but refracted into the candlelight, a line of clear and crystalline.

"Since you gave me such expectations, even if it is dove wine, I am willing to do it all."

His red lips were smiling, and his white jade fingertips, a drop of bright red blood, broke out of his skin!

The silent snow in the middle of the night outside the hall, suddenly at this moment, actually encountered a strong wind, swept up the frost flowers on the ground and flew straight up, hitting the sea of lights flying in the sky, "bang-" sound, the white light flashed suddenly and passed the darkness of the night, like day!

The city of Tianjin, against the snow and the sea of stars, does not give birth to demons, and then comes out of the phoenix.

In the gilded hall, the wind rose on the ground, and the snow poured in, and the red candlelight was extinguished in a moment.

Inside the hall, there was a dead silence for a moment.

But in the dark night, a dazzling daylight suddenly appeared, and the long drive went straight into the lonely coolness of the dark night!

The daylight shone on Ye Shengji's pale cheeks, igniting the fiery red color in his eyes, and quickly condensed into the fireworks of a petalless lotus in the depths of his pupils, burning!

His resolute and beautiful cheeks gradually showed a look of pain, and the knuckles of the golden bottle cup were also bruised, and there was already a hidden pain between his eyebrows!

"Tick-"

At his fingertips, the bright red blood droplets that had just condensed quietly slid down to the ground, gradually dyeing and blooming red flowers.

The daylight seems to meet the long wind, and it becomes more dazzling and dazzling!

In comparison, it was the more and more unbearable pain on Ye Shengji's face.

Finally, his lips twitched, and with a "poof-" sound, blood gushed out, all falling on the splendid costume, and a large dark red color was dyed all over!

But at this time, the light of the day suddenly dimmed, and the light was gone!

The sound of "boom-" was the muffled sound of Ye Shengji suddenly falling to the ground!

On the red carpet and gold bricks, his black hair was messy, and the smell of blood on his cool lips gradually spread, engulfing his consciousness, like this endless darkness, I don't know where the hope is.

And he, however, showed a smile of relief, very hot and intense, but in the weakness to support it, he finally closed his eyes with difficulty, and said softly-

"Good wine."

Two lines of tears, endless laughter, spreading and scattering, blood flowers.

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On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month of the year of Renxu, the city of Tianjin, the drunken gold maze, the neon clothes, the sound of singing and dancing.

At the right time, the heavy snow that is rare in a hundred years is long, and it is easy to get rid of the eternal elegance of the ancient city.

On both sides of the bluestone slab downtown street on both sides of the gilded imperial capital, countless are the lamps floating in the air, golden and flickering, with beige paper paste around, the eye-catching red word of joy is clearly visible, the pale pink tassel ribbon is tightly tied to the lamp, and the light light is swaying towards the dark sky in the distance one after another with the wind.

The white snowflakes shuttled between the countless lamps, and in an instant they were illuminated transparently and finely, falling rapidly, sprinkling on the mirror surface of the turquoise moat on the side, and quickly dissipating and melting into it.

"Mother! Mother! Look at it! It's snowing! ”

A childish voice sounded crisply over the arched bridge, and he happily pulled the corner of the plain woman's clothes beside him, his face was green and white, and he pointed to the lights and stars and the night and shouted.

The woman looked down and smiled dotingly, stroked his little head, and said with an affectionate smile, "Yes...... The city of Tianjin, it hasn't snowed in a hundred years. It's the big day of the emperor's reign today, which is really a good time...... Just ......",

When the woman said this, her face was faintly worried, and she slowly raised her eyes to look at the lamps in the sky, and stopped talking.

"Just what? Mother, say it quickly! The little pink hands shook the hem of the woman's garment impatiently.

"It's late at night, the lights are out, and it's time for us to go home. Shrewd. The woman put her arms around the child's little head, took hold of his little hand, and walked back.

"But...... But...... Mother, you haven't finished yet......"

"Well, go back and cook lotus seed porridge for you to eat, okay?"

“…… Mother, you're here again......"

The dim light cast on the figures of the two, dragging the large and the small figures for a long time, until, finally, buried in the deep snow.

No trace is missing.