Chapter Seventy-Three: Looming Signs

The days on the frontier and the days in the palace, although different, proceeded in the same orderly manner as the rising and setting of the sun. The relationship between Murong Zhi and Yunshuang is not shady.

Murong Zhi still minded a little, just like Yun Shuang had guessed before. She hid it from her like this, and Murong Zhi would forgive her in a short period of time, so it was really not like her.

"Yunshuang, I've told you pretty much all the big things that have happened lately. Now should you tell us where you have been during this time? Although Lixia is a big opponent of Yunshuang, to be honest, she doesn't want to make the relationship too stiff.

"I ...... Haven't I come back again? Yunshuang looked at Lixia in front of her, who looked like she was forced to confess, and subconsciously touched her nose, feeling a little weak.

"Eh, I can't help you." Lixia didn't expect to dig out the truth from her mouth, and seeing that her head was lowered, she didn't plan to pursue it again.

"Lixia, what do you think it's like to be in love with someone who doesn't like you?" Yunshuang was silent for a while, and suddenly asked such a sentence. After all, Lixia has been in the palace for so many years, and she has more or less understanding of these things. Instead of asking Murong Zhi, she wanted to know what Li Xia thought.

"Love but can't, abandon but give up, rather suffer than let go." Lixia thought about it for a while, and finally concluded.

Love someone, especially when you love someone who can't get it, the saddest thing is nothing more than looking at his happiness and holding your own coldness.

"Lixia, tell me more." Yunshuang watched Lixia's expression slowly dim, knowing that something was wrong, she blinked her eyes, and she found an outlet for her to vent.

"When I was young, the lowly raccoon girl fell in love with officials, and the officials were handsome and had their own families. The raccoon girl stood on the road he had to pass through every day, watching him gallop by a white horse, and even a silhouette in the morning light made the raccoon girl blush. Lixia's thoughts slowly sank in, her eyes stared at the faint sunlight of the morning, and the marquee-like pictures ran past frame by frame.

"The raccoon girl thought it was a good thing to look at it silently like this, but she was still noticed by the officials one day, and the official smiled, which caused the raccoon girl's whole heart to shake, and she unconsciously followed the official." Yunshuang looked at Lixia silently, and the latter's eyes were stained with a little disappointment.

However, the officials eventually defiled her and sent her to a brothel, where there was no good news to inquire about, but in reality, it was nothing more than a skin trade. The raccoon girl is helpless and loves officials, but she has figured everything out in just three years. When she finally escaped from the brothel with most of her life, the official stood in front of her on horseback, as if she had seen him every morning before, tall and handsome, unparalleled in the world. "Lixia's voice is very deep, which is very suitable for telling a story. Yunshuang listened.

"What the official did was very simple, he had her tied up and thrown her on the street, trampled on her sincerity and affection with foul language, and then drove the horse, letting the horse's hooves trample on the soft belly of the raccoon, not listening to her cry of pain at all, not looking at her bulging pupils and gaping white lips, in the same beautiful sunshine, he whipped the horse, and never looked back in this life."

"Lixia ......" Yunshuang reached out and put her hand on Lixia's shoulder, looking at her eyes with softness. What kind of pain will it be when you step on a horse?

Another image slowly emerged before her eyes: a ragged, skinny woman lying on the street, no longer having the strength to move forward, her eyes shaking, and it felt like everything had turned black and white. The sound of the horse's hooves came from far and near, and the crisp sound of the clatter reminded her of countless mornings before, the blue court clothes, the gentle breeze, the scent of sandalwood floating in the air, everything was quiet and complete.

However, the stout and handsome horse passed by in a different way. The owner of the horse was not as elegant and refreshing as before, and roughly found a housekeeper to tie her up, and then beat the horse, she felt that something in her body had burst, and she curled up in pain, and all the reactions of her body made her unable to parry, and she thought in a daze that there should be something in her body, and the pain given by the horse's hooves made her no longer remember. The field of vision in front of her slowly narrowed, from the sky to the pavilion, from the white horse to the bluestone, and when her consciousness was scattered, she suddenly stopped being obsessed.

"Hopeless love is just like that, looking at the trajectory of his life, blaming himself with his experience, and abusing himself with his misfortune." Lixia said quietly, her slow tone as if she was recalling her past.

"Lixia, are you okay?" Yunshuang suddenly regretted that she had brought up such a topic, she originally thought that Lixia would give her an example from the palace, but she never expected that this story would be so sad.

"I'm fine. It's just Yunshuang, you have to understand that not every love in this world will have good results. Whether you love it or hate it, it's worth it. "Lixia took the shelf for the first time. She has seen so many ups and downs in the palace, desolate and desolate, as long as she thinks of that story, she always feels sad. In this palace, no matter how much the emperor hates a person, he always has to take care of the royal face, so there has never been such a direct torture and killing, but outside the palace, it is different.

"Well, I see." Yunshuang nodded slowly, thoughtfully.

Murong Zhi has been even lazier in the past two days. In autumn, the leaves outside fell off layer by layer, "planting the sycamore to attract the phoenix", so there are still a lot of sycamore trees in this Fenglan Palace, the leaves are dry and fragile, and all of them become powder when you exert yourself, Murong Zhi feels that the rustling sound is like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, which makes her feel a little uncomfortable.

"The phoenix dies and the sycamore is old, and the neon dress is on the stage.

Lingyun destroys the sword dance, and the blue bird mourns. ”

Murong Zhi gently flipped through the book, the pale yellow and soft pages made her feel a lot more settled, and she suddenly remembered a poem she had read before, and then slowly recited it. In this big autumn, if you really want to say that Wutong is old, it is reasonable.

"Say what? I was so unlucky when I first came in. Qing Ruifan changed into his regular clothes, walked in briskly, and looked at Murong Zhi who was lazily nestled in the chair, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. This kind of curling warmth made his heart slowly soften.

"What's unlucky?" Murong Zhi looked dazed. She just remembered a poem and read it out naturally, what was it?

"At the beginning, the phoenix died, no matter how bright you are, you can't even care about this, right, my queen?" Qing Ruifan seemed to be in a good mood, walked to the closest place to Murong Zhi step by step, moved the exquisite round stool and sat down, supported his cheeks with one hand, and looked at the lazy and lazy person in front of him.

"Oh, I don't care." In Murong Zhi's cognition, Phoenix and her are completely different concepts. She can't become a phoenix in her life, and she doesn't want to become a phoenix, as long as she doesn't admit it, it's all fake.

"A Zhi ......" Qing Ruifan was helpless. This person is also getting more and more capable of making trouble.

"By the way, Yaoyao sent someone to find me yesterday." When Qing Ruifan talked about this, he suddenly felt that he didn't know how to speak. My own sister is really repeated. Obviously, he said before that he wouldn't let him marry or something, but in the end, he still took that step.

"Is she feeling better?" Murong Zhi remembered her previous injury, rolled her eyes and asked.

"The body is almost better, after all, the doctor over there in Yunhu Hall has good medical skills." Qing Ruifan could see Murong Zhi's faint concern, and he also felt warm. His relatives are missed by the people he likes, as if his relatives are also recognized, which makes the flame of hope in Qing Ruifan's heart burn more and more.

"She was pestering me to ask when Chu Zhaonan would be able to come back, did you say that when Chu Zhaonan came back, we would marry them?" This is why Qing Ruifan has always been obsessed with this matter, and he wants to use this matter to announce the common will of the two of them, which can be counted as the first amnesty decree for both of them. It's fun to think about.

The amnesty decree belonging to the emperor has been used up on the day Qing Ruifan ascended the throne, and the queen is not qualified to issue an amnesty decree according to common sense, but even so, Qing Ruifan still wants to use the name of the two of them to give orders to the world.

"It's been rumored in the market for so long, what does Chu Zhaonan say?" Murong Zhi respected Chu Zhaonan's every opinion and valued his every thought. If he hadn't said anything about it, she wouldn't admit it either.

"Zhao Nan has never expressed his opinion before, no matter what Yaoyao does, he has a face that is not surprised or happy." Speaking of this, Qing Ruifan didn't know how to speak. Chu Zhaonan's fate was not smooth, if he couldn't even be independent in love, it would be too hard.

"Let's talk about it again, then." Murong Zhi lightly picked up the open teacup in front of him and took a sip, not shocked. The matter between Chu Zhaonan and Qing Jingyao is close to being certain, she only needs to look at Chu Zhaonan's expression and then see what to do next.

"That, Ah Zhi...... Recently, there has been no peace in Lin'an City. Qing Ruifan looked at Murong Zhi's slender and white hands, which were well trimmed between the round, and he didn't look at the cocoons on his hands, Murong Zhi's hands were perfect.

"Hmm. As far as picketing the prime minister's henchmen, he was very busy. "Murong Zhi is in the palace, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know anything. Qing Ruifan didn't look a little surprised, nodded, and looked at Murong Zhi with a gentle face.

"The Queen Mother hasn't been giving you trouble lately, has she?" Qing Ruifan asked routinely.

I don't know what's going on, the Queen Mother has often found fault with Murong Zhi recently. In the morning, I asked An Hui to complain that she went too late or too early, and if she didn't see Murong Zhi for a day, she would come to summon her, and after seeing people, she would sour her a few words, which made Murong Zhi inexplicable.

No one told Qing Ruifan, but Qing Ruifan just knew. He still had some idea of his mother's temperament. I don't know why, the Queen Mother was a little abnormal during this time, her temper became irritable, not to mention, the whole person also liked to make Murong Zhi unhappy. There are too many things to do, so naturally someone will report to Qing Ruifan.

"It's just a little fight, and I don't really dare to do anything." Murong Zhi didn't pay attention to it at all. Ordinary verbal swords and swords, she wouldn't mind. As long as the Queen Mother's skin is wrong, she will bow down and say something about her own reflection and punishment, which will block the Queen Mother without saying a word.

She also thanked the Queen Mother for taking the initiative. After all, she is the one in the low position, and if she makes her own move, it will probably be a little unclear.

[ps] The poems in this chapter are from the Internet, and the original poems of Qianxi are currently only "Changling Song", which is mostly advised