Feng Miao changed into a light outfit, like an ordinary farmer's silkworm girl, wrapped her long hair like a cloud with a handkerchief, and ran along the path hidden among the dense trees in the back mountain, running all the way down to the winter The wound has not healed, Feng Miao still left her in Qingyan Temple, in case anything happens, it is good to cover up for herself.

The back hill is overgrown with pine trees, and people walking in the bushes are almost completely blocked by the dense branches. Feng Miao was petite, shuttled flexibly between the trees, and soon ran to the stream where she watched the river lanterns that night. She took off a pair of silk shoes, lifted them in her hands, lifted the corners of her skirt with the other, and was about to walk through the shallow stream.

She put her toes in the water, trying to test the temperature of the stream, and swept her eyes around to make sure that no one was seeing. The surface of the stream, which has been illuminated by the sun all day, is pleasantly warm on the surface, but it is bitterly cold on the bottom. Feng Miao took a deep breath and was about to step into it with both feet, when her gaze suddenly swept downstream, and she immediately retracted in shock.

Where the stream had turned a sharp bend, someone slowly straightened up, presumably squatting on the surface of the water, obscured by the low bushes. Dressed in an ordinary green cloth shirt, wrapped in a tall body, a young man dressed as a humble civilian, holding a short sword in his hand, his eyes fixed on the water. The young man's face was wearing a mask of the Grace Rite, which must have been a little old, and the paint on it was a little mottled, but it still shone in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Feng Miao saw the mask clearly, her heart felt as if someone had hit her hard, and she could hear her own heartbeat. The young man he met in the Ganori Palace was wearing such a mask, and the short sword was still the one he used to hold, only the clothes on his body had changed, and it was no longer a black tights.

On the water in front of the young man, there is a lotus river lamp folded from oiled paper. At this time, the sky was not completely dark, and there were no other river lights around, and the light on the lotus river lamp seemed so faint and thin. On a lotus petal, there is a grasshopper made of grass leaves, it is the middle of summer, the grasshopper is oily and green, very fresh.

Maybe it was the first time to put a river lantern, and the boy's gestures were not skillful. The river lantern hooked several times on the raised rocks in the water, stuck and could not drift. The young man patiently squatted down again and again, pulled out the lotus river lamp, and let it flow downstream.

Ordinary people put the river lantern and do not dial it with their hands again and again, but just go with the flow to see how far it can float. When you drift far away, you will naturally rejoice, and if you drift very close, you will only lament your bad luck at most. But the young man had a persistent energy of his own, and he must help the river lantern clear all obstacles until it floated smoothly in the middle of the water, towards the infinite horizon.

Feng Miao looked at the emerald green grasshopper on the river lamp in a daze, all the long-term memories would become dull with the passage of time, but the grasshopper was becoming more and more green at the moment. She remembered in a trance that she seemed to have seen a pond full of lotus flowers reflecting the light of fire somewhere. In a pool of sparkling waves, she changed from an ignorant girl to the emperor's wife and concubine. She still remembers the pain.

If you can choose as you like, do you want the pond full of lotus flowers, warm jade and fragrant? Or do you want the starlight to hang and the night wind to whisper?

An indescribable shyness came up, Feng Miao withdrew her feet, and lowered herself to hide behind a low but leafy pine tree. She is already the concubine of the emperor's abandoned palace, it is best to never see this young man again, and it is best for each other to disappear without a trace like the wind passing through the palace walls.

When the lotus river lantern floated completely out of sight, the boy walked all the way down the stream. Seeing that he was far away, Feng Miaocai stood up and flowed across the stream and continued to walk down the mountain.

The upper reaches of the stream are close to Qingyan Temple, and people often come here after offering incense, and most of the people who put river lanterns gather in this area during the Shangyuan Festival every year. There were more people coming and going, and a clear path was trodden out of the bushes. But few people came downstream of the stream, and the road became more and more difficult to walk, and from time to time there were thorns wrapped around the soft silk embroidered shoes.

Feng Miao stopped and sat down on a mountain rock to rest. Usually, it is not particularly strenuous to see those sisters-in-law go to the back mountains to fetch water, and her physical strength is still not comparable to those sisters-in-law who grew up in the mountains.

She looked down and rubbed her ankles, and faintly heard another cluster of footsteps in the bushes, as if two people were walking side by side. My sister-in-law won't go so far to get water, and the good men and women who are incense won't come to such a remote place. Feng Miao's heart was alert and pressed her body lower.

Two people, a man and a woman, walked up to a tall cypress tree and stopped to whisper. The woman's coquettish laughter was mixed with bewitching words, "I really want to open your heart to see if there is me in it, who made you so ruthless and short-lived, it will be so long...... Well...... I hate ......" The woman's words were interrupted by a heavy wheezing sound.

Feng Miao breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and the voice was clearly Miss Qin's thoughts. She is not usually as noisy as meditation, but her voice is so charming that it is hard to forget once you hear it. Having known their origins for a long time, Feng Miao was not surprised, but felt slightly embarrassed. Since the former benefactor found this place, he naturally left after speaking.

There was a red-faced sound from behind the tree, and Feng Miao wanted to cover her ears. At this moment, the man who had not spoken suddenly opened his mouth, "I followed the Lord to the north to sell horses, and it was the first time I came to Pingcheng in more than half a year. I just entered the city yesterday, and today I will come to you, you are my heart and my life......"

The man's voice was rough, with some Northland accents, and he must have been rough and bold. When he said what should have been soft and gentle love words, he was still straightforward and did not pause, making people suspect that he didn't understand the meaning of those words at all.

"Your lord is really, he has nothing to worry about, and he also takes you around, making people wait so anxiously......" Nianxin knows how to please these benefactors, and does not inquire about his family background, but just nests in his arms and is coquettish.

"Okay, don't I think about you all the way, whatever good things I meet, I think about my beauty......" The man didn't know what he took out of his arms and stuffed it into Nianxin's hand, causing her to laugh again.

After a squirming sound, Nian Xin said again, "Tomorrow night, I'll take you to a more interesting place and keep you happy, okay?" ”

The man didn't follow her words, and bluntly refused, "Not tomorrow, tomorrow the Lord will go to the Cangli Palace, and I will follow." ”

If she didn't follow her heart, she had to grind and pester, but the man didn't have a sweet word, no matter how she teased and seduced, she just replied coldly "No". The two put on their clothes and struggled for a while before returning to the temple one after the other.

The sky gradually darkened, and the mountain wind blew Feng Miao's whole body stiffened. The man spoke with a thick, soft accent. The place where Rouran lived was originally rich in fine horses, so it can be seen that what he said about going up with the Lord to buy horses was just an excuse, not the truth. And what he said in the end was not quite right, there was no such character as King Cangli in Pingcheng. I don't know if it's because of the accent, or if the man is deliberately confused, the place he is going to tomorrow should be the Changli Palace.

Rouran has always been eyeing the Great Wei, and by Luo Buzhen Khan himself, he has quietly sneaked into Pingcheng several times to spy on the truth and reality. The "Lord" in the man's mouth entered Pingcheng in private, and deliberately befriended the powerful, and the purpose was obviously not to do business.

When she left the palace, she promised the Empress Dowager to help her achieve her wish and set up the emperor's eldest son Tuoba Sui to become the crown prince, in exchange for the temporary peace of herself and her brother. At that time, she expected that the Empress Dowager would sooner or later regard the adult emperor as a thorn in her side, so she deliberately took something away when she left the palace.

She always had a little luck, hoping that Tuoba Hong could control the government and that things would not be useful that day. But if the Empress Dowager really wants to make a deal with the Rouran people, promise them benefits, and exchange them for supporting the young prince, or even ...... Assassinate the Emperor, maybe she'll have to use that thing.

At the foot of Qingyan Mountain, Gao Gao Huan was standing by a wide carriage waiting, and the huge wind curtain floated up with the wind, covering his turquoise pupils. Originally, he was not suitable to show up, so he sent a trustworthy person to pick up Feng Miao, but when the carriage went out, he suddenly felt relieved, and he still came to Qingyan Mountain in person. He knew what he was doing and thinking, and he was disgusted by Feng Miao, but he couldn't help it. He has nothing but the most unbearable means, little by little, to get close to the peak of power.

As long as it is past tonight, he can take Feng Miao out of Pingcheng and take her to the place where the ancestors once set foot, the vast forests and seas, and the vast snowfields. The hug on the day of Shangyuan Festival only brought Feng Miao a firmer refusal, but it doesn't matter, life is very long, he is also very patient, he will not be so abrupt and anxious anymore. As long as he slowly told her the inextricable connection between the two, he believed that he would one day hold her hand and never let her go.

Gao Huan lowered his head and dusted off the blades of grass stained on his clothes, and when he went out, he hesitated, but still wore this half-worn light purple robe. met Feng Miao several times in the palace, and he happened to be wearing this dress, and because he was walking with her on his back, he was also scraped a silk thread by a plum blossom branch on the back of his clothes. He thought vaguely, Miao'er saw this dress today, and he would not be uneasy because of the long journey.

The mountain wind became more and more cold, and the expression on Gao Huan's face also cooled down inch by inch. He held an acacia flower between his fingers, waited silently for a while, and then ripped off a petal. Only the last crumbling petals were left on the stems, and the shame of being spurned and abandoned as a child grew like a ghost, colder than the mountain wind.

He tightened his fingers, the flowers crumpled between his fingers, and his mouth muttered like a spell, "Miao'er, if the last petal falls, and you don't come, I swear, you will regret it." ”

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