'Ningxue Palace' on the top of the Grace Palace, Qingyi walked down the stone steps, still sitting under the begonia book, holding the 'Huaiyue Benji', but he flipped it in a disorderly manner, and he didn't read every word.

Xiao Tong was dressed in civilian clothes, hurriedly walked to Qingyi, looking nervous, clutching the silk handkerchief in his sleeve with his bare hands, looking forward to the left and right, and his voice trembled slightly: "Miss, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to set off at this time."

At this time, the emperor was angry, but the young lady sent her out of the palace, if she annoyed Shengyan again, I am afraid that her life will not be guaranteed.

Qingyi sighed lightly, put the book down, stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, but he didn't care and said: "When the official at the Wumen Gate asked, you said that you were going to visit the eldest lady in the General's Mansion, and the palace is not in good health, so you can do it for you."

Xiao Tong opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't expect Miss to come up with such a trick, yesterday the master came to send someone to spread the word that the eldest lady was seriously ill, and today Miss turned out

"Miss, but won't the emperor doubt it?" The emperor did embarrass the young lady about the Imperial Palace, but was it inappropriate for the young lady to do this? "Xiao Tong is thoughtful and analyzes everything thoroughly.

Qingyi chuckled, looked up at the verdant scenery not far away, stroked the long hair on his chest with his bare hands, and wrapped his fingertips with a thoughtful expression, but then said: "Xiao Tong, you must go to the General's Mansion first when you leave the palace, I think that my father and brother will definitely have a problem with what I have done these days, you should know how to do it."

Xiao Tong lowered his head, but he didn't know how to answer, but when he remembered what Qing Yi said to himself in front of the 'Crescent Moon Palace', his heart was a little firmer, he bit his lower lip lightly, and then nodded: "Miss, the slave and maid understand, the slave and the maid will definitely live up to the young lady's trust." ", and then took some things packed by the palace maid and stepped out of the 'Ningxue Palace'

As soon as Xiao Tong left, Qingyi pondered, she stared at the budding begonias above her head, her eyes closed gently, and she took a deep breath, but she felt that the things she had insisted on in her heart were gradually broken.

Holding the hand of the son, and the old Yu Haoxuan with the son, you at the beginning, whether she is still like this now

Slowly opened her eyes, but she really saw Ruyue in a plain and thin robe, her face was slightly pale, her expression was embarrassed, but she looked at her with a little firmness, but her beautiful eyes were a little uneasy, but she still didn't stop walking towards her. \/\/

Qingyi got up, but didn't face her, just stood there and watched, until Ruyue ran to her with a slight panting, with an indifferent but deep sorrow between her eyebrows, her voice was gentle, but with eagerness, and her green jade hand grabbed Qingyi's wrist: "Xiao Tong"

It's just two words, but Ruyue seems to have taken a lot of effort to summon it, she looks uneasy, and she wants to stop talking, but Qingyi already knows what she wants to say, smiles lightly, shakes her warm hand back, and says, "Let's go into the hall and talk about it."

Ruyue hurriedly looked around for a while, then nodded slightly, stepped into the main hall with her skirt lifted, and followed Qingyi into a room in the side hall.

This room is usually uninhabited, when Qingyi did not enter the palace, it is said that it was a Buddhist hall set up by a deceased concubine, but now the Buddha statue is still intact, but the incense has been broken for a long time, and Qingyi has not stepped into it on weekdays.

Buddha gods, there is faith, there is no heart, but for Qingyi, a ghost floating in another world, believe or not, these things already exist, the six reincarnations, the contract of life and death is already destined in the underworld, so she would rather hide in a place where she can't see the gods.

Ruyue entered the hall and looked around, and then stood in front of the Buddha statue with her hands folded, as if praying for something, and then slowly lowered her hands, tightly tugging at the silk handkerchief in her sleeve, looking at Qingyi with uneasy eyes, and wanted to speak several times but pursed her lips and bowed her head.

"Ruyue has something to tell me?" Qingyi looked at the tall golden Buddha statue in front of her, but her eyes were dull and colorless, she slowly turned around, walked to the screen on the side, wiped off the layer of dust with her bare hands, and sighed silently.

Ruyue saw Qingyi so cold, her heart was a little calm, but she couldn't help but panic and said: "Xiao Tong, you", when you said to your lips, the following words were still swallowed, and after repeating it several times, Ruyue mustered up the courage, pulled down her long eyelashes, and said: "Xiao Tong, tell me, are you in love with Haoxuan?" ”

Qingyi's hand trembled slightly, and she suddenly looked back at Ruyue, and Ruyue was swept away by Qingyi's indifferent gaze, and immediately took two steps back, but she still clenched her hands and said without giving up: "Xiao Tong, should you not?"

"No" Suddenly, Qingyi said coldly, and walked to the door, but also said: "If you are here for this matter, you don't have to", just said, opened the door, and walked away

In the side hall of the Buddha, Ruyue looked at Qingyi's back in a daze as she gradually disappeared, lost her mind for a moment, and muttered: "No, why doesn't Haoxuan look at me anymore?"

In front of the 'Chao'en Palace', the spring sun is warm, the catkins are flying, the Qingyi body is standing, it seems to be a little unstable, the plain hand hidden in the sleeve is tightly clenched into a fist, the eyes are slightly narrowed, and the man in the bright yellow robe who is standing under the begonia tree is locked in his heart, his heart is tangled and churning, but he doesn't know what it tastes like.

Has the feast been dispersed, or have you left the table in the middle of the meal? However, is this coming here a hypocrisy or a decree to punish crimes? Or they found Ruyue's whereabouts and followed them here

Stepping down the stone steps, Qing Yi felt for the first time what it was like to go to thin ice, she walked towards Yu Haoxuan step by step, but she didn't dare to get too close, just stood quietly not far behind him, but her eyes were staring at his back.

"Why did Qingyi stop?" Although he didn't look back, Yu Haoxuan's deep voice came slowly, making Qingyi's footsteps take a step back, and even had an urge to escape.

Xu said that Qingyi's abnormality was noticed by Yu Haoxuan, he turned around slightly, the golden jade and purple ink crown looked cold and hard under the warm sun, and the bright yellow ribbon that fell on his chest and was blown by the breeze was even more handsome, and the eyes looking at her seemed to be gentle, indifferent, and more like temptation.

Qingyi chuckled, but that smile made Yu Haoxuan's eyes narrow, Qingyi's smile was a little self-deprecating, and it contained a little bitterness, as if she had been greatly wronged, I saw her slowly bow her head, turn around, no longer look at him, and her voice was like a misty: "Does the emperor allow the concubine to approach?" Even if you get close, what's the use

Yu Haoxuan was stunned, his eyes were as heavy as the night with a look of inquiry, and then he strode towards Qingyi, smiled gently, stretched out his hand to brush the hair in front of Qingyi's forehead, and said with a doting voice: "Qingyi is not happy to see me", his voice was very light and light, so light that it almost made Qingyi's heart tremble.

The long eyelashes trembled, and he gradually raised his eyes, looking at Yu Haoxuan's eyes like a pool of water, and after a long time, he muttered to himself: "Is the emperor really right to Qingyi?" ”

Yu Haoxuan's stroking action suddenly froze, and the gentle smile on Junrong gradually faded, as if it was difficult to maintain, a trace of pain flashed in Qingyi's eyes, and he took a step back, but Yu Haoxuan wrapped around Qingyi's waist, his big hand knocked tightly, bowed his head slightly, the warm breath and Qingyi smelled, and the deep voice carried a bit of incomprehensible emotion: "What about Qingyi, how sincere is Qingyi to me?" ”

Pursing her lips, Qingyi smiled bitterly, it turned out that it was really so difficult to test this man, she originally thought that she had a chance of winning, but at the moment it seemed to be a failure, her eyes were clear, but mixed with sadness, and she turned to look at Yu Haoxuan's incomprehensible eyes, and opened her lips lightly, "Qingyi is sincere"

As soon as the words fell, his lips were covered, and a tingling pain came, and then he heard Yu Haoxuan's slightly undulating voice: "Qingyi, remember your words today."

Under the begonia tree, the two snuggled up to each other, separated by the city wall, but seemed to be intoxicated

Qingyi stared at Yu Haoxuan's eyes, but he still couldn't find the slightest clue, smiled gently, but didn't say a word, his face was touched with his bare hand, his eyes were slightly dim, and then snuggled on his shoulder, sighing softly.

Yu Haoxuan gently hugged Qingyi's waist, his eyes looked into the distance, but he didn't know what he was looking at, a little, his eyes turned back to the body of the person in his arms, full of doting caress Qingyi's long hanging green silk, and his cold thin lips were imprinted on the forehead of that little cinnabar.

The breeze was cold, and next to the temple of Chaoen, a woman in a plain and clean dress was holding a silk handkerchief, her delicate body trembling and hiding in the dark corner, biting her upper and lower lips without teeth, mixed with a trace of blood, turning her head, closing her eyes, but she couldn't stop the great pain in her heart, her body slipped down, and she choked softly.

Her Haoxuan, her Qingyi, how could they be like this

Suddenly, Ruyue gradually stopped crying, thought of Yu Haoxuan's promise a few days ago, pursed her lips, and walked back to the side hall with a slightly trembling body, she should believe him, at least for the past three years, he will stay in the cold palace every full moon night, and look at her from afar

Thinking of the past, Ruyue's heart was slightly reduced, the Twilight Clan was the enemy of the Mu Clan, Hao Xuan had promised himself to get rid of the Twilight Clan as the Mu Clan's Zhaoxue, Hao Xuan had never deceived himself, and now he didn't know Xiao Tong's true identity, so he must just be playing on the spot.

Ruyue squatted in the Buddha hall, looking at the golden Buddha statue several feet high, her heart gradually settled, and then knelt in front of the Buddha hall, her hands folded, but she didn't know what to pray

In the bedroom, Qingyi spread rice paper on the table, lightly rolled up her long sleeves to polish ink for Yu Haoxuan, but her eyes kept staring at the person next to her, pursed her lips and was shy, took off a brush and handed it to him, sat snuggling, whispered softly, and said: "I heard that the emperor is proficient in music and rhythm, but the concubine has never heard of it."

Yu Haoxuan chuckled, turned to look at Qingyi's expectant face, leaned over, kissed her lightly on the cheek, and his deep voice was full of doting: "What does Qingyi want to hear?" As he spoke, he smiled and wrote on rice paper, as if he had thought of something:

"But every young man, I don't know what to do, thinking that prosperity is the end. Shoot all over the gangan, and now I know the taste of sorrow. The old days are gone."

Qingyi looked at the powerful black font on the rice paper, her eyes flashed, and she shook her hand lightly, but she chuckled, and pretended to be annoyed: "The emperor remembered the old man?" ”

"But when you are young, you don't know what to do, and you think that prosperity is the end" must be writing about Ruyue, Qingyi's heart seems to be a little loose, such as the moon, as an emperor may have too much helplessness, but he did not bear your heart, in the red walls and green tiles of the palace, it is already a blessing to have this husband

Yu Haoxuan turned his head to look at Qingyi's expression, those eyes as deep as night seemed to see her thoroughly, however, when Qingyi noticed it, he turned his head to look at the handwriting he had written, as if he had sunk into some kind of incomprehensible contemplation

For a long time, until the sound of the piano in his ears disturbed his thoughts, Yu Haoxuan slowly came back to his senses, but saw that Qingyi was already sitting next to the piano in the front hall, plucking the strings lightly with his bare hands, and the sound of the piano that seemed to be sad and resentful came slowly

Qingyi pressed the strings with her fingers, her eyes were half-closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her white and slender fingertips flowed lightly on the strings, and she opened her lips and sang softly:

When you go, the frost leaves are red, and the fallen leaves are floating in the air.

After you left, I collected the fallen leaves, and each one contained my lovesickness.

When the winter is full of snow, my heart has never frozen.

How many times have you called your name, how many times have you looked at the sky.

I also blamed you for not keeping your promises, why are you in a hurry to get together, don't be in a hurry

Since then, he has lived up to the autumn moon and spring breeze, and how to tell his feelings in a thousand words.

After many ups and downs, and how many hopes we have passed, we are finally relative.

How can I not be grateful to God for ending my wandering and wandering.

I am willing to use the most affectionate love to soothe all your vicissitudes, clean up all your sorrows, and tell your feelings in a thousand words

Hearing Qingyi sing here, Yu Haoxuan's expression suddenly froze, his big hand instantly clenched into a fist, Huo Ran got up, and the inkstone ink on the table fell to the ground with a snap, and the black ink stained the bright yellow dragon robe, slowly spreading little by little, turning into a halo.

The strings on Qingyi's fingers broke with the sound, and with a thud, the fingertips were sliced, and the bloodstains fell on the cold floor, and the cold wind floated and trembled slightly.

Qingyi looked at the scarlet on her fingertips, but felt a slight tingling in her heart, stroked the placket of her clothes with her bare hands, gently tugged at the clothes on her chest, and then got up, looked up at Yu Haoxuan's solemn and cold look, stepped forward, but saw him passing by her expressionlessly.

Did it work? Qingyi turned his back to the door of the main hall, listening to his hurried footsteps gradually walking away, and then there were words coming from the wind: "I still have something to do, I won't accompany my concubine."

Something? The crystal liquid in Qingyi's eyes seemed to be hidden and couldn't help falling, his hand gradually turned into a fist, and the silk handkerchief in his hand had become red, he went to the cold palace, because of the song she had just played, she sneered, but she couldn't suppress the tears in her eyes, and reached out to caress it, why did she cry?

An emaciated and petite figure appeared in front of the "Xiao Tong" hall, and the soft voice carried a little uneasiness.

Qingyi didn't look back, just took a deep breath and said, "Don't go back to the cold palace soon, the emperor has already gone to look for you." With that, he stepped into the dormitory, closed the door with his backhand, leaned his body against the door, and closed his eyes.

Ruyue was very surprised when she heard Qingyi's words, but when she came back to her senses, she was stunned and sober, joy and sadness were inseparable in her heart, but the hand holding the silk handkerchief trembled slightly, pursed her lips, her eyes were full of tears, and she whispered in a trembling voice: "Thank you, Xiao Tong", and then turned around, lifted her skirt and ran towards the path outside the 'Ning Xue Palace'

In the bedroom, Qingyi leaned on the door, her eyes opened slightly, looking at the paper and black ink scattered all over the table, and stepped forward slightly, looking at the powerful font defaced by the ink, her heart was as dull as suffocation, and the pain was unbearable.

But all young people don't know what to do, thinking that prosperity is the end. Shoot all over the gangan, and now I know the taste of sorrow. The past is gone

With a slight tremor in his hand, he picked up the piece of paper, then turned and threw it into the furnace, and a burst of flames floated up, gradually turning into ashes, and flakes of flame red flew until only a room of smoke remained.

Heartbeat, huh? Qingyi clutched the clothes in her heart, punched herself hard, and then burst into tears, laughing bitterly, she didn't expect that such a ruthless and selfish person would like a ruthless and inscrutable emperor, and she would be jealous of her previous life.

He Qingyi turned to look around the furnishings in the room, but finally his eyes stayed on the bed, his fingertips rubbing the place where he had slept, and the tumbling sting pain seemed to penetrate the palm of his hand and shoot directly into his heart.

Ruyue, it's up to you to keep him

Qingyi closed her eyes tightly, snuggled on the edge of the bed tiredly, looked at the blood stains on her fingers, but the corners of her mouth pulled up an ethereal smile, she had no chance to be a good person, but now she is so bad that people are angry, she grabbed the sheets with her bare hands, since she has come to this point, then it will be so bad that she will be destroyed

However, there was still a teardrop in the corner of his eye