The song was not very beautiful, because it was hoarse and intermittent, but I could vaguely hear that it was a ballad, and it was sung in the fifteenth month of August.

I miss my relatives every festive season.

Such darkness, such a situation......

The surrounding moans gradually stopped, and only the untouching singing floated through the cell, with the occasional low sobbing coming from an unknown direction.

Surprisingly, the jailer didn't come to drink.

She leaned against the wall and watched with her eyes half-closed, but her singing was interrupted by a cough.

As soon as the singing stopped, the whole cell became even more depressed. Someone began to sigh, someone began to curse.

The man seemed to want to keep singing, but he coughed even harder.

The long eyelashes fluttered suddenly, and an electric light crossed her mind, causing her to sit up abruptly.

The heartbeat rumbled, overshadowing the noise all around.

She tried to settle her mind, and shrank even more into the darkness, but a clear Yue voice seemed to float out of the iron fence with a clear Lingling light.

"The empty mountain birds are talking, people and white clouds are perched, the gurgling spring is my heart, and the fish in the pool are play......ing"

It was as if she saw that spring last year, when she and him met for the first time, by the Yutan Lake. He said with a serious cold face: "You killed the emperor's favorite little fire dragon, what should you be guilty of?" ”

A smile welled up on her lips.

It all started at that time, but it was just an accident, but who would have thought how much romance this accident would extend?

"The wind blows the mountains and forests, the moon shines on the flowers and shadows, the red dust gathers and leaves like a dream, amorous and sad......"

sang and danced, I wanted to end the little fire dragon incident, but I got a deeper relationship in the rain.

It was he who pulled himself at critical moments several times, and didn't let her be the ALS person again. She thought that this was God's destiny, but knowing his identity, she immediately decided to leave, but she couldn't resist his deep affection and her lovesickness.

Affection has been empty and hateful since ancient times, but even so, it is inseparable after all.

"Looking at a gloomy place, I am with the moon phase, touching a song and sending it from afar, it is difficult to tell the lovesickness ......"

How many days and nights have I missed you like this. The ancients had too many lingering poems about Acacia, each of which was so appropriate, and each of them was so inadequate. Just like when you were in prison for a few days, I also wanted to shine on you month by month, but it turned out that you couldn't see the moon here at all.

"The wind blows the mountains and forests, the moon shines on the flowers and shadows, the red dust gathers and leaves like a dream, and it is affectionate and sad. My heart is like a cloud of smoke, dancing with long sleeves in the air. People are thousands of miles away, their souls and dreams often depend on each other, and they promise themselves with empty faces. Nanke can't wake up from a dream, empty old mountains and forests, listening to the clear spring dingdong dingdong seems to be unintentional, reflecting my long night and silence......"

Sometimes dreams are really good things, because in dreams you can achieve everything you want, you can meet the people you want. I dreamed that we were by the Fenghua River, that we were at the Qinghe Festival in Sula, that we were in Luoyang Town, and that I dreamed of all the bits and pieces...... I'm so happy, I'm so happy I don't want to wake up. But in reality, even if you are only separated by a wall, you can't see or hear it, what kind of sadness and despair is this?

Xuancang, if you are really here, if you really hear this tune, can you answer me? Even if it's just a very simple sentence, let me know where you are? Let me know if you're okay or not? I'm really scared that I've come here, but what I'm looking for is a hopeless wait.

The song is like a hollow valley and a quiet spring, with the freshness of antiquity, washing away the filth of the room.

There was silence all around, only the song fluttered slowly, with sorrow, with anticipation, drifting into every cell, circling slightly, and then flying out through the railing, swimming into the passageway, reaching out in an unknowable direction......

The singing ends.

She leaned feebly against the wall, watching the fire grow larger and hazy.

The surroundings were still silent, as if this clear spring had the miraculous effect of healing wounds and pains, and even the people next door no longer coughed.

For a long time, a sentence floated in the silence......

"No ......

Only one sentence, very short, as usual style; It was extremely low, with the usual slight hoarseness, as light as a wisp of wind, but it floated clearly to her ears.

The long eyelashes trembled, and a little warmth slipped down his ears, dripping on the sound, making a soft sound like a broken string.

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In the vast night, the sky was full of stars, as light as snow, and the moon was only one side away from perfection.

The long wind was lightly sent, bringing a sparse cloud, like a phoenix tail, slowly sweeping over the icy moon ring.

The surroundings suddenly darkened, and only an ice-colored figure remained, standing alone under the flowering laurel tree.

The white and blue robe was even more ethereal in the night, and the open sleeves of the robe danced in the wind, as if it would ride the wind at any time.

His chin was slightly raised, as if he was looking up at the night sky, but he couldn't see his expression clearly, so he only heard him say: "Su Jinling, are you trying to force me to make a move?" ”

The voice was very low and soft, as if it was talking to itself, and it seemed like the wind was sighing.

Then there was a chuckle, but it seemed to be full of endless helplessness and pain.

"Yuwen Xuancang, you are really good, now even I have used ......"

The wind curled wildly, his clothes fluttered, and his sideburns flew, tearing apart pieces of his voice.

"But for her sake, what's not to do?"

Originally, I thought she was your weakness, and I also thought about using her to hold you hostage, but I didn't want to be held hostage by you instead, because she ...... It's also my weakness.

The long wind swept and the rain swirled, fascinating the figure of the man, but condensing the bitter and intoxicating smile on his lips.

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What day is it?

Su Jinling was a little confused.

Although she was seriously injured, but with the careful treatment of the imperial doctor, and the ice and snow Youtan, which can be called a panacea, before she was imprisoned, she was already five percent better, so she had the strength to denounce King Xiang and the crown prince on that day.

Even she wondered why she was so courageous, or in front of the emperor, was she crazy? However, what is even more strange is that she actually saved the driver, but she didn't seem to have done anything at the time, but why did the knife get into her chest? She only vaguely remembered thinking that she might be losing this father......

It's amazing.

However, she is not in the mood to analyze the truth or falsehood of this now, because her consciousness is drowsy for a while, she doesn't know if it is because the wound on her chest is painful and itchy, and there is a sticky hot current that spreads out from time to time, sticking her clothes and flesh together, as long as she coughs, the tearing pain wakes her up from her slumber again and again, or because she wants to choose his "no problem" from thousands of bitter voices, which makes her wake up from time to time...... But since that day, she has not heard from him again.

Was it my negligence when I lost consciousness?

She could only try her best to sober herself, but this kind of time seemed to be less and less.

She was feverish, thirsty, and she tried to get the bowl of water that was sitting outside the bar, but her fingers only moved.

The body is light and fluttering, but it only floats on the straw, like a wet fog.

"Little Girl......"

The next door tapped on the wall, accompanied by a fierce but extremely suppressed cough.

She barely let out an "um", and it was quiet.

Except for sighing and groaning, except for the rebellion and shouting of grievances when they first arrived, all the prisoners did not communicate with each other, because as soon as they opened their mouths, the jailers poured cold water on them. Although it was autumn, the prison was overcast, and the water remained in the prison for a few days.

So few people know the origin of the other prisoners, and some just wait, or wait for death or exile or demotion or wait indifferently.

However, since that day, people on both sides of this passage have begun to care about Su Jinling.

Maybe it's because she's the only woman locked up in the prison, or maybe it's because of that light song, although the tune is gentle, it's not difficult to feel the sadness in it.

Who hasn't been sad, especially trapped in this dark prison, waiting for an unknown fate...... And what kind of unspeakable heart does this little girl have? Why did she come to this prison?

In fact, when she came, they were very disdainful, the key is that she is very favored, the prison only serves one meal a day, only one bowl, a few green vegetables are not thicker than a hair, and if it is not good, it is moldy, if you offend the jailer, you won't even get a rancid meal. But she had two meals a day, and meat to eat, so she must have bought something in advance to get this favor.

Women, if you want to bargain, isn't there a way? Maybe it was pampered and arrogant, but the punishment was here, and he was not tortured, and he went out in a few days.

She was as huddled in the corner as they were, and if it weren't for the occasional sigh or two, they would have thought she was dead.

Until that day......

Is it too long away from the bustle to make them feel that the song is extraordinarily beautiful? And what kind of heart does it take to sing such a clear tune?

They listened word by word, holding their breath for fear of disturbing her.

She sang it many times before she stopped, but everyone's hearts couldn't stop echoing the tune.

Until a voice that seemed to sigh came, and they seemed to hear a low sobbing from the darkness where the singing had stopped.

In an instant, everyone understood.

Then there was silence, and for three days, the food in front of the iron bar came hot, and went as it was, only a light cough came out repeatedly, but it was suppressed as much as possible, as if it was afraid of being heard by anyone.

Those jailers still took good care of her, but they still refused to ask the imperial doctor to come over for treatment, and someone proposed, but they were directly poured cold water.

They had to make noises from time to time to attract her attention, for fear that she would not wake up from her sleep.

She also seemed to understand their intentions, and after each sound, she responded to it, which was reassuring, but the lack of response was getting later and later, and it was getting softer and softer.

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I heard that today is the fifteenth.

She struggled to open her eyes, then closed them again.

The lights on the opposite wall seemed to be turning, and she was dizzy.

I wonder if it's day or night, where does the moon crawl?