The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and a loud bang blew open a corner window, and the cold wind blew her clothes, just like sitting on a wisteria-wound swing when she was a child, and the faint fragrance of the lilac flowers came from her nose. The wind blew through her ears, raising her skirt and sideburns, and the palace maid pushed hard, and she flew high. The sky is so close, as if you can touch it with your hand, the clouds are white, just like the cows and sheep that the queen mother often talks about, and the shouts of the brothers practicing martial arts in Shangwutang are like layers of waves, clear and loud echoing in the ears.

The sun was so warm, and the air was filled with joyful moisture, and she was so small, so young, and the corners of her eyes were as clear as water in the sea. She stretched out her legs straight, and as the swing swayed back and forth, her eyes flew out along the high wall, over the red walls and golden tiles, over the palaces, until she saw the ink-painted wood door. She saw him standing in the courtyard, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, his eyes were deep, the wind blew through the corners of his clothes, and then his whole body seemed to fly away, and even his face seemed to be covered with a layer of smoke. The fog grew bigger and thicker, and finally it was hidden under the layers of years, and it was no longer to be found.

"Master Shuixiang, what did the emperor call you, Master Shuixiang?"

The consul eunuch called anxiously from the side, but she did not move at all. Yan Xun's face was hidden in the lingering agarwood, and following the fluttering white gas, looking at her back in a silk dress, she suddenly seemed to understand.

Yan Xun looked at her for a long time, and Fang asked quietly, "Your name is Shui Xiang?" ”

She didn't answer, she didn't turn around, she just stood silently.

Yan Xun asked again: "Do you live in Taiji'an?" ”

She didn't answer, the hall was terrifyingly quiet, and the candle flame shone on her, dragging a long shadow on the ground, so slender that it seemed to fall to the ground with a slight touch.

Yan Xun's frowning eyebrows gradually loosened, he looked at her silently, his gaze was so long, he crossed the enmity, and finally said in a light tone: "You go." ”

It was as if a mouthful of cold water had suddenly poured into his chest, Shui Xiang choked and his throat became tighter and tighter, and his fingers hanging on his sides trembled slightly, and he couldn't make a fist after trying several times. Those attachments, those shames, those hatreds that gnawed at her heart and lungs like tarsal moths day and night, suddenly collapsed in such a fluttering sentence. The heart she had forcibly pieced together with resentment over the years was instantly broken, so empty, so painful, so cold.

"Master Shuixiang, the emperor told you to go, let's go!"

The consul eunuch, who had been walking in the palace for a long time and had become a human spirit, also noticed something unusual, and was busy urging in a whisper. Shui Xiang exhaled silently, raised his feet and slowly walked out.

The candles in the hall were flickering, Yan Xun seemed to be bored, waved off the attendants, and still sat down in front of the bookcase that had just been packed, bowing his head to review the few remaining pieces of music, and the red pen crossed the bright yellow paper, making a soft sound. The wind blew, lifted the corner of the gray robe and enjoyed the water, revealing a pair of cloth shoes inside, and the pace was calm and graceful, even the concubines who had been in the palace for many years were inferior.

The chamberlain opened the door, and the oblique wind swept the cold rain on his body, and the cold was biting. Shui Xiang stepped out of the temple door with one foot, and half of his shoulders were exposed outside the door. She should have left, and she should have left, but for some reason, she suddenly stopped, and she was so alive and dead, that she couldn't take a step again.

The consul eunuch raised his eyebrows, stepped forward, grabbed her arm and said, "Let's go with the master." With that, he walked out with her in his arms.

The little eunuch in the main hall immediately came to close the door, Shui Xiang was obediently held by the consul eunuch, hanging his head slightly, and the night wind blew, blowing off her veil at once. The consul eunuch let go of her and lowered her head to pick it up, she turned sideways, her eyes turned slightly, and she looked through the crack in the unclosed door. In the darkness of light and shadow, he sat there alone, without looking up, but the pen stopped.

The door of the temple closed inch by inch, and she vaguely remembered so many things, so many things that she had forgotten for a long time. At that time, they were young and splendid, and they were all young and simple, and their days were like mountains and streams, flowing happily through those bright and vivid days.

How long has it been...... How long she hadn't remembered, so long that she thought she had forgotten.

However, at this moment, she stood here, and those memories were like a torrent in the middle of summer, instantly smashing the barrier sealed in her memory.

At that time, Daxia was at its peak, his father's health was very good, and his brothers were still young, so there were occasional fights, and they also brought the innocence and joy of their children.

And at that time, her eyes were too pure, her thoughts were too simple, she couldn't see the white bones buried under the golden palace, nor could she see the blood-stained blades covered under the colorful brocade, and even the rumbling war drum was suppressed by the drums and songs in the deep palace. She deceived herself and lived in her own world, fantasizing that she would marry him one day, and then follow him, take care of him, believe in him, and listen to him all her life.

If life is only as it was first seen, will there be no later entanglements between swords and swords and obstacles?

In the end, who is wrong?

"Master Shuixiang, your veil."

Shui Xiang turned his head, and the consul eunuch was stunned, although she had never seen the true face of this Shui Xiang master before, but she only covered her mouth and nose, not her eyebrows. However, after just such a moment, her whole person seemed to be twenty years old suddenly, the corners of her eyes were full of wrinkles, her temples were as white as snow, especially a pair of eyes, no longer had the calm and depth when they first met, they became full of vicissitudes, and she was as lonely and lonely as a handful of dead ashes.

"Thank you." Shui Xiang took the veil from the hands of the consul eunuch, and no longer wore it, turned around and walked outside the hall, without anyone to show the way, he was as familiar as his own garden.

With a bang, the heavy door of the palace was finally completely closed, and the sound of the wind, like a bird crying at night, flew over the dome of Shengjin Palace. A little eunuch came up with an umbrella, and the consul eunuch came to his senses and hurriedly chased after him, but saw Shui Xiang's slender and thin figure slowly walking in the long alley, the night fog was filled, and the rain hit her shoulders, like a lonely ghost.

On this day, it was the fourth day of September in the 14th year of Kaiyuan, and on the ninth day of the first month of the same year, a fire broke out in the Taiji Nunnery in the east of the imperial capital, and the fire raged for a day and a night, and the entire nunnery was burned.

That night, the commander of the Gyeonggi Praetorian Guard, Ah Jing, entered the palace with a secret music, Yan Xun was eating at the time, and after the commander of Ah Jing knelt down, he said in a deep voice: "Master Shuixiang of Taiji'an is gone." ”

Yan Xun raised his eyebrows and asked, "Dead?" ”

"No, it's gone."

Yan Xun let out a faint "oh", lowered his head and continued to drink porridge, and asked, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?" ”

Ah Jing wanted to say that he had eaten, but he felt that he couldn't deceive the king, so he replied honestly: "The minister just came from the capital and hasn't eaten yet." ”

Yan Xun said casually: "Sit down and eat together." ”

Ah Jing hurriedly said: "The minister doesn't dare." ”

Yan Xun didn't force it, and asked the palace maid to set another table for him, and Ah Jing sat on a small stool next to him and ate a small half bowl of porridge. Seeing that he had finished eating, Yan Xun ordered him to retreat, Ah Jing was puzzled, and finally asked in a low voice: "Doesn't the emperor want to know where she went?" ”

Yan Xun said lightly: "You don't have to know. ”

"Don't you have to keep someone to spy on her?"

The incense burner was misty with cigarettes in the big ding, and the palace maid wearing a rain-blue palace dress stepped forward and grabbed a handful of golden spices and sprinkled them in the golden furnace.

Yan Xun was silent for a moment, and finally said in a light tone: "No need." ”

After Ah Jing finished speaking, he regretted his mouth, and after kneeling, he walked out of the main hall.

The main hall was dark, but the outside of the hall was snowy, reflecting the bright moonlight, illuminating a miserable white in all directions, but after all, there was a black that could not be lifted, and it stubbornly lingered in the dark shadows in the corners.

The lights in the main hall flickered and then went out. The eunuch, the chief eunuch of the inner chamberlain, bent over and walked out, and the eunuch of the Tongshi Pavilion who was waiting on the side greeted him and asked, "Which lady will be called tonight?" ”

"No one will be called." The chief eunuch clasped his index finger and thumb in a circle, and made a gesture that the emperor was in a bad mood, "The emperor has fallen asleep." ”

The hall was as silent as water, Yan Xun lay on the dragon couch and closed his eyes.

The night, so long.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint!