Fill a basin of water to wash away the blood on your face, and after a while, the water in the basin will gradually turn red.

Change a basin of water, wash the blood stains on the veil, put some soap and scrub vigorously until the bones are red and can't be washed clean.

Wring out the water from the veil and toss it directly into the glove basket.

Lying on the bed exhausted, as soon as she closed her eyes, Nata's desperate pale cry turned over and over, and her heart was uneasy.

The discomfort in my body had disappeared, and when I rolled up my sleeves, the red marks on my arms had indeed faded.

Suddenly jumped up from the bed and faced the bronze mirror.

The complexion is fair and clear, and the marks on the left cheek seem to have never appeared.

The black hair is half-hanging, a few strands of hair cover the eyebrows, the black and brown pupils reveal a few coldness, the lips open slightly, and the light color reflects the tranquility of the eyes.

Fingers slipped down the bridge of the nose, tracing the contours of the face little by little, it seemed that something was different, I don't know if it was the drugs that affected the appearance or the mind that affected the face, this face was brighter than before, so that I couldn't tell it myself.

His mind flickered, and his memory was stuck in many years ago.

After the poor woman was kicked out of Liufu, there seemed to be no other way out but to beg.

I once thought of using my crippled body to make a living, even if I didn't have hands, I could use the only strength to grind, and I could use the poetry and books I only learned to educate people.

It's a pity that they say that it is better for people to grind than donkeys, and it is better not to teach with a broken appearance than not to learn poetry and books so as not to have nightmares.

Therefore, Liu Sujin at that time was a waste man who was not even as good as a donkey, and a fool who made others look annoying.

In order to keep warm in winter, the poor people who sleep at the door of the Qinglou will be kicked away, and they will be kicked out of the door in the summer.

Is it really that important to look at your face? Why was I shunned and annoyed in the first place, and why was the benevolence that my mother taught me useless?

I don't want to pursue it anymore, I don't want to continue to live like a walking corpse.

I want to make the people who once lost me pay, and I want to make the country of Beiyan pay!

His thoughts turned, his expression retracted, and he smiled respectfully and humbly again.

Open the drawer, take out the veil, cover it with plain yarn, and lightly wrap it in green silk.

The day of the world is not far away.

Longcheng Palace, empty and lonely.

Li Mingquan leaned on the outside of the main hall and took a nap, as if after Nata's incident appeared, the entire palace was dead and sad.

Bei Yuliang also practiced calligraphy on the desk, stroke by stroke, and the ink traces poured on the shengxuan.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, which can be called a model of calligraphy, but only half of a good poem is written, and the remaining half of the sentence is just an ink spot, which stains Bai Xuan.

The moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains......

I silently read the next sentence of the poem in my heart, and put the gray bean barley soup in my hand on the table.

He held the pen up in front of me, looked around, and motioned for me to take the next sentence.

Obediently took the pen, dipped the inkstone in ink, and wrote the first word on the rice paper sideways.

Although the strength is not light, it seems to be a lot stingy in front of his font, and even the Xiujuan Qi that Ruxue can show has disappeared in my place.

Just as I was about to write the second word, he grabbed the end of the pen, and I instinctively paused for a while, until he leaned over, took my hand, and slowly wrote on the paper.

The shallow smell of grass and trees is like nothing, mixed with the fragrance of dragon Yan around the body.

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds.

A whole line of poetry finally jumped off the page in its entirety.

"Writing can calm people's minds." He hung the pen back on the shelf and said, "There have been so many worries lately that even writing can't calm people's hearts." ”

I wanted to say that Princess Nata, Jiren, has her own natural appearance and will wake up. As soon as a syllable was uttered, I felt that such comforting words were simply superfluous, so it was better not to say it. He picked up the gray bean soup, took two sips, his face crumpled, and then took another sip.

My heart was cold, this bowl of soup was cooked by myself, isn't it to taste? I knew that I would have gone to the imperial dining room to say something......

"Your Majesty...... Isn't it out of place? Slave ......"

He drank the last sip and blinked: "Lie to you, it's delicious." ”

I was stunned by his childish approach, and then smiled lightly.

"I'll take you somewhere." Without saying a word, he dragged me away, first through the inner sanctum, and then through the dormitory, behind which there was a small door, concealed by an antique vase.

After staying in the Dragon Chengdian for so long, I didn't know that there was actually a door here.

He moved over the shelf, pushed the door open, and a cold wind blew.

What catches the eye is a small courtyard house, just like ordinary people's homes, and there are red lanterns hanging at the entrance of the east house.

The small garden was planted with some flowers and plants, but they had already withered at this time, and when you looked closely, you could see that there were still seasoning dishes such as peppers.

Next to the vegetable garden is a swing made of rough wood, which sways back and forth with the strong wind.

These houses are some years old, the vermilion paint has faded from the wind and rain, and the bricks and tiles of the roofs are covered with frost.

Standing here, it seems that you can see a couple living quietly and peacefully, he carries water and she waters the garden, and in his spare time he will sit on the swing together and talk about mulberry hemp.

Although it feels old, the floor is clean, as if it is cleaned regularly, and the stone table in the courtyard is dust-free, and there is an unfinished game of chess.

He stood at the door of the East Room and beckoned me over.

I walked over, and before my toes reached the steps, he suddenly shouted, and I withdrew my feet again.

"Close your eyes." He covered my eyes with his hand.

I nodded and obediently closed my eyes.

He held my hand on the steps, perhaps because he closed his eyes, his pace slowed, and when he went up the steps, he always felt that he would stumble, and he held his hand tightly, and he couldn't help but want to open his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and led me up the stairs step by step.

A warm current flowed through his heart, and he relaxed the strength in his hand.

I heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and the creaking of the old wooden door was a sign of a long time.

"Don't open your eyes!"

I was just about to squint when he noticed me, so I had to turn my back and close my eyes again.

Brush—a sound, like the sound of a folding fan opening, but softer than that, and I couldn't tell what it was.

couldn't help but open his eyes, and the real person was shocked by the scene in front of him, and froze in place.

The whole empty house was covered with paintings, and more or less thirty or forty volumes added up.

All the people on the canvas are the same face, beautiful and delicate, with an innocent smile.

Standing or lying, smiling or staring into the distance, each one is carefully painted and lifelike.

The first few paintings seem to have been left for a long time, and have been yellowed and wrinkled.

His fingers lightly touched the scroll, tracing the handwriting he had depicted.

"Since I couldn't find you, I will paint several portraits every year, I am afraid that with the passage of time I will forget your appearance, afraid that when you stand in front of me I will not be able to identify you, but I forget, your appearance will also change, and I have been stubbornly painting your appearance when I first saw you, thinking, as long as I paint and look at it every day, I will not forget, I will not forget what happened."

His expression was calm, telling a story, and there was a faint smile on his lips, which seemed to be a very happy thing.

My gaze rested on a painting of a woman holding a crossbow and covering her face with a veil, her eyes covered in satin, and a long mountain of fallen leaves behind her.

This is the problem he gave me in the paddock - to shoot the arrow and wear it, and return to the saint.

I didn't expect him to draw it.

Beyond the front row of paintings, the scattered scrolls in the back are white and brightly colored, and they were painted in recent days.

Most of the paintings are the appearance of me when I made tea or threw a nap after entering the Longcheng Hall on duty.

Suddenly, his nose was sore, and his heart was filled with unknown emotions.

"When I was in the paddock, I thought I was mistaken, maybe it was timidity. I'm afraid that you're not, I'm afraid that I'll be overjoyed, and I'm afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Until now, I can't believe that the person I've been looking for years is right in front of me. ”

He turned to face me and reached out to smooth my hair from the front of my forehead. "There are so many women in the harem who accompany me every year, with bright faces and prominent net worth, but I feel that they are not you, so I feel very uncomfortable. Sometimes even I think it's ridiculous, I don't even say a word to you, I don't even know your name, but your appearance is just branded in my heart. ”

His eyes were sour, and the emotion of ignorance began to spread wantonly.

"I kept you with me just to protect you. There is no way to give you the promise of ordinary people's families, and there is no way to be a couple for a lifetime. But I just want to see you more, don't let you be bullied, and don't let you live the life of Liufu anymore. As long as you don't be a concubine for a day, the queen mother will not see you as a threat, and the filth in the harem will not come close to you, if one day, you are tired and find your own home, I will definitely let you leave and leave the palace, even if it is Beiyan. As long as you feel happy......"

Little by little, he approached, his slightly cool lips imprinted on the center of my eyebrows.

It is said that the eyebrow kiss is not mixed with any desire, and is the purest emotion.

It was as if something had fallen from his eyes, wetting the veil.

Why, why didn't you find me sooner, why put me through so much that I had to approach you with purpose and with harm.

"If, one day, I hurt you......" his voice was hoarse, suppressing his emotions.

"I'm willing to take it."

He smiled and was fearless.

"Let's go, let's go see Nata."

Along the way, he led me, and the palace people bowed humbly, with a suppressed look of surprise in their eyes.

On the way to Linlang Pavilion again, I thought about a lot of things, remembering the pain I had suffered, thinking about the scene when Liangxi was slaughtered, and suppressing the emotions in my heart, does Beiyan really have to die?

Before I knew it, I arrived, and many people gathered at the gate of Linlang Pavilion, such as Xue, Concubine Lian, King Ling Ran, and King Yongyi. Also, Beiyu Jinchen, Su Rong.

They saluted when they saw Bei Yuliang, and Bei Yu Jinchen was no exception.

Bei Yuliang also ignored them and took me upstairs, and I didn't even have a chance to say hello one by one.

In the moment when I passed by Beiyu Jinchen, I suddenly recalled the scene when he stopped me and Rin a few days ago.

But this time, he didn't react, his expression didn't move, as if we had never known each other.