This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even if there are thousands of styles, who to talk to.

That year, the peach blossoms bloomed in the opposite season, scorching wantonly, as if knowing the joy of this world, the rich fragrance filled the entire Lin'an City.

On that day, the phoenix crown was glowing, and the red candle was swaying.

Chu Luo pushed open the door in a red robe and saw Chang'an sitting in front of the bed. He picked off Sheepa and looked at her. It's such a deep joy. Since then, the world has been troubled, and she alone is enough.

She smiled, and the peach blossoms bloomed by themselves.

She was angry, and the spring flowers withered.

Among the flowers, he would rather be blinded.

Chu Luo stopped on the stairs and looked at Chang'an, who was about to come down. In the hazy light and shadow, his handsome face was not distinct, but the outline was clearly visible, and he looked at her with burning eyes.

Chang'an's heart suddenly fluttered, and for a moment, even his soul was nowhere to be found.

He stepped forward to block the wind blowing towards her, his eyes full of doting tenderness.

She can't escape him, and like all the women in this world, she loves a man deeply.

His kiss landed softly on her cheek. The breeze blew and stirred the leaves, and he touched her cheeks, and the gentle warmth gently bloomed on his lips, gradually spreading to his heart, all of which were warm.

The sky is slightly bright, the house is very quiet, and the late autumn breeze blows through the hibiscus warm tent, and the wind curtain dances.

Chang An pulled the brocade quilt, pulled up the clothes that were thrown aside, and put them on his body one by one. Chu Luo grabbed her hand, and there was a slight anger in his tone, "What are you going to do here?" ”

She turned her head and whispered with a sharp edge, "I am abiding by the duty of a concubine." ”

Chu Luo's face was slightly cold, "You still complain about me after all." ”

Chang'an's eyes were hot, and he almost wanted to cry. She turned her face away, straightened her clothes, and walked away.

At that time, Chang'an and Wanxiang had just walked to Yongchan Temple, and a muffled thunder sounded in the sky, and the raindrops of beans arrived in front of them in an instant.

Wanxiang sighed secretly and sighed, "It's okay, it's okay, it's just about to be delayed on the road." ”

Chang'an stood under the eaves, silent, and only looked into the distance with a calm expression.

But after a while, a teacher in the temple came out. Chang'an has seen her once and recognized her. Shitai recited "Amitabha", and then said quietly, "It's raining heavily outside, please come in and rest." ”

Chang'an clasped his hands together, and was also respectful, "Thank you, Mrs. Shi." ”

The two followed Shitai into the house to take shelter from the rain, and as soon as they entered the door, Xiao Ni served hot tea. Chang'an and Wanxiang thanked them one by one, and Fang sat calmly.

After a while, Mrs. Shi suddenly said leisurely, "The poor nun has seen the donor, and the donor has come this time, so he also has a wish." ”

Speaking of this, Chang'an suddenly remembered the last time he asked for a sign here.

Winged swallows fly in both directions.

Winged swallows fly in both directions.

Chang'an's heart instantly swelled with infinite self-deprecation.

It turns out that all this has long been doomed.

"Mrs. Shi." Chang'an closed his eyes and bowed respectfully, "If I sincerely appeal, will God do what I wish?" ”

Shitai muttered "Amitabha" again, turned the Buddha beads in her hand, and said quietly, "If you don't forget, there will be an echo." ”

The rain is getting heavier, and the flowers are falling and swaying.

Chu Luo sat in front of the window staring at the heavy rain outside, his face was not good-looking.

With such a heavy rain, Song Yanji would definitely not wait for him any longer.

Chu Luo condensed slightly. Maybe this is God's will, let him and Song Yanji never see each other again.

It rained heavily on a fine day, and it was sudden. He Sheng held an umbrella and hurriedly collected his rain-knocked clothes at the door. Without Wanxiang to help, he held an umbrella and had to free his hands to take care of the emperor's and Niangniang's clothes, so he didn't panic. As soon as the umbrella tilted, half of the rain fell on He Sheng's body, he sighed softly and began to clean up the mess.

He looked sideways for a moment, and suddenly saw the figure of a woman in a purple shirt walking towards him not far away. She seemed to have walked in the rain for a long time, and her hair and clothes were all wet, attracting the attention of passers-by around her, but she was just unaware. Her eyes were empty and blank, staring in He Sheng's direction with burning eyes.

He Sheng's heart sank.

It's Song Yanji.

He held up the umbrella, walked to Yan Ji's side, covered her under the umbrella, and sighed, "Miss Song, it's raining so hard, what are you doing?" ”

"I want to see the emperor."

She lifted her face full of rain, her starry eyes were like waves, and with a hint of pleading, she looked at He Sheng in a daze.

He Sheng was extremely embarrassed, he was worried about the emperor and the concubine. The emperor didn't see her, so he had a plan. Moreover, the concubine Niangniang left unhappily this morning, obviously having a gap with the emperor, and he could never help add another fire.

He Sheng bent down and said respectfully, "The emperor is not here. ”

"I want to see the emperor."

Song Yanji coldly repeated the words a second time. He Sheng was not annoyed, and said calmly and reservedly, "I just said that the emperor is not here." ”

Yan Ji had a cold face, there was a slight sparkle in her eyes, and pleaded, "I beg my lord to report it, if the emperor doesn't see ......" Speaking of this, she paused, as if she couldn't bear such a worried heart, and said in a deep voice, "If the emperor is gone, I will definitely not come again." ”

He Sheng frowned slightly, and gently comforted, "Girl, why are you suffering...... What does it matter whether you see it or not? Listen to my advice, you better go back quickly. ”

Song Yanji was unmoved, and insisted, "Just ask, my lord." ”

He Sheng was a little embarrassed, it could be seen that Song Yanji had a resolute face, and she must have known that there was no way back, so she had to hand the umbrella to her and said softly, "That girl is waiting here, I'll go back." ”

He Sheng went upstairs, but hesitated again at the door. He thought for a moment and decided to turn back, but he heard the emperor ask inside, "Who's outside?" ”

He Sheng smiled humbly, entered the room and bowed to Chu Luo and said, "Master, it's a minion." ”

"What's the matter?"

He Sheng thought for a moment, was silent for a moment, and a hint of shrewdness suddenly flashed in his cautious face, and he turned his head and said, "The slave just saw that the window in the master's house was not closed properly, and he was afraid of rain, so he came up to see ......."

As he spoke, he looked up at Chu Luo's expression.

Chu Luo's expression was calm and peaceful, and he didn't care, and then asked, "Is the concubine back?" ”

He Sheng was stunned, "Not yet." He looked up, and saw that the emperor's face was gradually uncertain, and immediately added, "At this time, it is raining heavily, and Niangniang must be delayed on the road." ”

Chu Luo nodded, and turned to an indifferent expression, "Got it, you go down first." ”

He Sheng bowed slightly, turned around and retreated. He walked downstairs and saw Song Yanji still standing in the rain with an umbrella, sighed slightly, and stepped forward with another umbrella.

"Girl, this ......"

He Sheng didn't continue, but Yan Ji only looked at his expression, and it was already clear. She dropped her umbrella and turned to leave. He Sheng caught up with her behind him and handed her the umbrella. Yan Ji just pushed it away and left resolutely.

It was only a moment of work, and a terrifying scene happened in front of He Sheng's eyes. Song Yanji fell not far away, and everyone exclaimed in surprise and gathered around her. This scene happened so quickly that He Sheng was caught off guard. For a moment, the shouts of the crowd were chaotic.

"Girl, girl, wake up—"

"Girl—"

"Wake up—"

He Sheng's heart was about to jump to his throat suddenly, he saw the emperor come down from the upper floor, pass past him, rush to Song Yanji's side, pick her up, and return upstairs.

He Sheng knelt at the door for an unknown number of hours, and the rain gradually stopped.

He looked down and saw the corner of the vermilion robe gently sweeping the ground, and instantly raised his head, also with a tired face, and said in a deep voice, "Guifei Niangniang." ”

"Get up."

He Sheng was terrified, "The emperor asked the servants to kneel here......"

"Get up." Chang'an's voice gradually increased, and when he saw that he was still kneeling on the ground, he turned his head and ordered, "Wanxiang, go and help Father-in-law He get up." ”

Wanxiang didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly helped He Sheng get up from the ground. He Sheng stood up, his legs were still trembling, Chang'an knew at a glance, and his heart was also a little sour, "Go to the room and get some medicine." ”

Then she went into the house.

He Sheng's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but remind him out loud, "Niangniang, Miss Song is still inside......"

Chang'an's face was calm, like a pool of still water, without a trace of ripples, "Got it." ”

He Sheng bowed his head politely and left with the evening incense.

Chang'an gently pushed open the door, and there was still a lingering fragrance scattered in the cold air, lingering and refusing to disperse. Song Yanji was lying on Chang'an's bed, her eyes closed, Chu Luo was sitting beside her, even if she was facing away from Chang'an, Chang'an could feel his emotion and warmth at the moment. Such a seemingly warm scene aroused the deepest disgust and hatred in her heart, and she was indignant for a while.

She walked to Chu Luo's side and said coldly, "Have you asked for a doctor?" ”

Chu Luo got up, his face was extremely tired, which made Chang'an feel pity when he saw it, but he was full of resentment. He bowed his head gloomily and looked at Chang'an with a gentle gaze, "I've been invited just now." ”

Chang'an crossed Chu Luo, leaned over, and saw Song Yanji with a sick face and a dull face, so she was lying there calmly. Her eyes were full of disdain, "What is Miss Song's illness?" ”

"I was drenched in too much rain and caught the cold, and I just took the medicine and fell asleep."

Chang An smiled contemptuously, his eyes were not warm, "Then let her sleep well." With that, she turned around and looked at Chu Luo, smiling as much as she could, "When she wakes up, I'll send someone to send her back." ”

When Chu Luo heard this, his expression changed, "She's not well yet, where are she going?" ”

A smile flashed on Chang'an's face, and he disappeared in an instant, "Your Majesty, is this distressed?" ”

"She contracted the wind chill to see me, how can I not care about it?"

"Since you want to take care of it, just be clean and don't let me see it."

"Chang'an!"

Chang'an heard Chu Luo call her like this, and a chill seeped down her fingertips to the bottom of her heart.

Her complexion gradually became firm, but the hatred on her face could no longer be restrained, "It's okay anywhere, just don't let me see you again." ”

The sky was getting darker, Chang'an's voice dissipated with the wind, and the shadow of her red dress was hit on the wall by candlelight, and the shadow was full of shadows.

Chu Luoling's sigh was like the smoke that filled the air at dusk, lingering for a long time.

This is the only side, and it will never be seen again.

In the early morning of the second day, when Chu Luo woke up, he disappeared from Chang'an. She took the evening incense, packed her clothes, and left the Liuxiang Pavilion without any nostalgia.

The peach blossoms were gone, and only a little residual fragrance of the peach remained in the room, refusing to disperse for a long time.