At midnight, whose sigh swayed in the wind of the cold god, whose eyes were as cold as water, whose breath sank in the ancient well with the sigh, who looked back with a touch of sadness, whose figure was so gorgeous and desolate.

"I really didn't do anything." A vague murmur on her lips seemed to be a dream, and with the slight frowning between her eyebrows, Xu Biyi's beautiful eyes opened slightly, and the sudden light fell on her eyebrows, she was startled, and suddenly woke up.

There was no sound around, it was just a quiet house, it turned out to be just a nightmare, the wind blew the bead curtain, gently shook in the night sky, slowly impacted, and made a crisp low sound, as if it was also feeling the sorrow of life. Half of the brocade slid to the ground, pale as snow illuminated by the cold moonlight, the small silver hook beside the bed drooped slightly, and the apricot-colored tassels rippled in the swaying of the silk tent, dragging along the cold floor to the smooth and clear ground. The silk wisps are chaotic, the smoke is drooping, and all the scenery and furnishings that the eyes see are falling in the light agarwood shadow, leaving only the silence that extends infinitely into the darkness.

Occasionally, through the heavy curtains, there will be a faint white light between the small and delicate panes in the distance, the shadow is long, and the ground will be spotted with a virtual spot, as if it is dusk, which makes people feel sad without coming, but they want to cry without tears, it should be that the tears are all gone.

Xu Biyi found that the cyan quilt on her body had been replaced with a white and soft one, like a frightened rabbit, she was startled, and reached out, the tights on her body were still intact on her body, but when her fingers ran over the delicate and soft skin, she was slightly numb and cold. She frowned slightly, owes her body and looked around, there was no movement, no figure, no sleep, she simply got up and got off the bed barefoot, surprised to feel the cold bones on the ground, the toes touched it, a cold heart soaked the skin, so that her whole body was like falling into an ice cellar, and her mind became a little trance, only the pair of jade feet as white as jade stepped in the tears of the moonlight, which made people can't help but have infinite love.

The jade feet moved slowly, with a hint of laziness and timidity, and the floating light and broken shadows floating on the ground scattered in the lonely place. As if there was still some discomfort in her head, Xu Biyi looked around blankly, and couldn't tell where she was for a while, was it a dream? Is it awake? She was a little confused, but everything was so sober and clear, wouldn't it be a great pain, living in loneliness and confusion and slowly watching time pass between her jade wrist and fingers, wouldn't it be a way to taste and chew life?

Inadvertently, he raised his hand to brush away the glass beads between the porches, and walked out barefoot in the light and shadow of the cool moonlight. The air leaves a fragrance ethereal, drifting in the silence of the fifth midnight, the wind blows the flowers and falls, falling into the deep water of the ditch, with a trace of the voice of the call of struggle faintly came, turned a drawing of the vast green mountains and grasses, green bamboo and jade screen, in front of him is a dead silence, the wind is cold and the moon is cold, I don't know where it comes from, the same slowly flows through the shallow steps of jade, and it is lined with the quiet pole all around.

There seems to be only the sound of the moonlight and the wind in the huge space, only her, it is her Xu Biyi who stopped on the bluestone steps, only to feel that the silence here is gradually unsettling, and just about to turn around, Xu Biyi's heart suddenly felt strange!

As soon as this thought moved, she frowned, raised her sleeves, did not turn her head back, did not fold her waist, and her slender white clothes were like clouds, crossing the mist and fragrance, gently and softly plucking her hair, it turned out to be a piece of green silk slipping down, tickling her eyes, making her a little uncomfortable. only heard a whimper, and saw a curtain flash in the corner of his eye, like the clothes of a fairy in the cold palace swaying in the moonlight, snoring and shaking in mid-air, occasionally entangled into a ball, occasionally and quickly separated, and Xu Biyi's eyes were stunned for a while.

Isn't this white veil dancing gently with the wind just like itself, helplessly fluttering in life, the same fate, the same sadness, if it just dances with the wind, it is okay, at least it can dance freely forever in the soft and sad wind, but the other end of the white veil is firmly fixed on the porch, no matter how it twists its body, it still can't escape, isn't it the same? Fate is not in his own hands, but in the hands of Zhu Yuanzhang and his brother, their own identity, their own cowardice.

If he could have half of Chu Liuyan's ability, he wouldn't be so bitter, fate, fate, can he say it clearly? Raised her palms slightly, her palms seemed to be soft and weak, slightly rippling, tearing off the white veil, moving with the wind, drifting away, and saying to herself: You can be free, you can float far away with the wind, but what about me? Who can help me to be free? Try to think it's funny, her sleeves trembled slightly, turned back, and the cloud sleeve of her right hand flicked lightly, as if she wanted to take away a piece of the coolness of the moon.

In a faint trance, she seemed to see a bright woman flying out of the moonlight, and the woman's face was so familiar, like the feeling of a hidden secret figure that always appeared in the depths of her soul in her midnight dreams. It seems to be attached to the fluttering long sleeves, and by the cold of the moonlight and the rhythm of the wind, it drips around the garden pavilions of the whole room for several weeks, and the sleeves are flying, beautiful, and in an instant they have come to their faces, as if they want to be united with themselves.

In her imagination, she seemed to be a little anxious, the moonlight-like woman was a little on tiptoe, her waist was slightly folded, and a Luo Xuan dance in the air actually jumped up on the soft long sleeves, and one turned around and took out her sleeves Liuyun, the moon dance cloud sleeves, fluttered a few steps away, and fell into Xu Biyi's body. Scold! There are a few strange feelings, is it another dream that can't be realized? Why is this dream always so quiet, so heartbreaking, silently, quietly, all of this is like an ancient song that makes people's hearts inexplicably pathetic. Poor man, barefoot in the vast moonlight, the lights in the distance reflected the silence and blandness here.

In Xu Biyi's eyes, everything has become active, as if there is life, and there is still some kind of inexplicable connection with her life. There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is a little clear, it is almost perfect, almost natural, but the feeling is really peculiar, just like the broken claw pattern amphora jade jade bottle on the flower stand, it looks so smooth and steady without a trace of fluctuations, but the blue fragrant liquid contained in it is shaking slightly, it seems to be laughing, and it seems to be singing a sad song, the cold and cold jadeite king jade does not have the softness and gentleness of the king of nephrite mutton fat jade.

But isn't that inherent pride and coldness of its own that is why people like it? Each has its own merits and advantages, if, one day, nephrite and jadeite are no longer separated from each other, then they will also lose the value of being pampered, just like people, people without personality are a neglected people, their fate is so similar to that of the blue liquid, trapped in a cold container, without their own characteristics, gradually forgotten, treated mercilessly. The eyebrows are clear and the eyes are beautiful, how bleak the plain clothes are, this wind, this month, this night, it's really cold.

Walking slowly up the bluestone steps, there was no trace of decoration on a thin pajamas, and there was not even a small flower, in the flickering light and shadow of the glass, she Xu Biyi raised her head and smiled, the grace between the smiles was thick and desolate, and the beauty was beautiful, but it was sent away by the wind, and it floated away far away, drowning in a dark corner.

The wisps of cloth curtains fluttering on the walls on all sides, as if they should be in harmony with the wind, looked a little sad, and some of the low-brow postures made Xu Biyi a little annoyed, and after watching quietly for a while, she let out a cool sigh. Walk through the misty river pool, gently ripple on the water, and roll the floating dark incense to fall on the petals of the orchid. It seems to be painful, immersed in the cold water with tears, and it is like a silky deep stream. The night is like a thick and graceful ink, with the slight red light and shadow veins on the pool surface flowing on the fog and water waves, in a trance, like a silk dyed with blood, floating and sinking, entangled, wanting to surround people deeply. Xu Biyi quietly closed her eyes and pondered, and the scene before falling asleep came to mind, little by little, scene by scene, floating light, and gradually turned into a thick blood red.

The painful memory is so entangled with the coldness of the moonlight, several days and nights of sleeplessness, every time I just close my eyes, the painful scene will be on time, the conditioned reflex will appear in front of my eyes and dreams, so that she wakes up in a cold sweat, the huge torture, almost made her fragrance disappear, the painful fragment of the memory is so clear, as if vivid, such as yesterday.

It was her last tears, and the source of pain condensed and entangled with countless nightmares that followed, and the quiet and beautiful life was gone forever, like a soul burned by a raging flame, and the great momentum swept away, except for the scorched stone and broken wood, full of devastation. Nothing left for her to smile could be left except for the nightmares that haunted her day and day.

Like a series of wounds, she lowered her body and comforted herself over and over again, declaring the fragility of life and the unforgivable manipulation of fate, that infinite pain could overturn the darkness, infect the night and the moonlight, and reflect the bleak pale and weak of the sky under the tearful eyes, under the thick shade, in the cold wind, the moon is cold. The lingering despair, little by little, every minute, bit by bit, was engraved on her soul and body, making her miserable and indescribable.

Xu Biyi's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a faint sad light under her eyes made her soft face in the mist suddenly cold as snow, and there was no moment when she was so close to her own pain!

Countless thoughts flew and surged in my heart, the fog was empty, the moonlight in the room was still cold, and the wind was whimpering like before, but it was empty. The low light on the water, with the sparkling clear waves in the Moon Lake into the depths of the growing night, a quiet and cold. Outside the heaven and earth, the faint apricot eyes were half-hidden in the shadows, looking calm and cold.

But who can sympathize with all this? Is it his brother Xu Da on the battlefield? Or Chu Liuyan who went to another place? With a hint of self-deprecation and an intriguing smile, she gently brushed open the bead curtain, picked up the silk white mattress on the ground casually, and held it in her arms so coldly, slightly stunned, as if everything had become illusory.

The night passed slowly, but how many quiet hours did I have? What will be the variables that will come tomorrow? She is puzzled? I really don't understand!