Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

He looked at me in astonishment, paused, and said gently, "Mrs. Qingying?"

"Adults have Yaxing." As I said, I turned my head and looked out the window. The second floor of Eryuehong is very tall and has the best geographical location. In this bustling city, seeing the bustling crowd, everyone is seriously alive, and you can see the lively streets, including the quiet willow embankment. The scenery is as beautiful as a deliberate painting.

I laughed: "Sure enough, here is a good view."

He looked at me with a bit of alert in his eyes: "Why is my lady here?"

"I have nothing to do. I'm just tired of shopping in Yangzhou. I came here to rest."

"Oh, that's a chance encounter."

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

"Sit down, boss. Tea."

Seeing that he wanted to go to the stairs to call someone, I smiled and said, "Master Liu, this wine is good, don't you mind?"

He glanced back at me, paused, then turned to the boss and said, "Bring another cup."

The boss nodded, and turned hurriedly. After a while, the man came up and gave him a wine glass and a small stove for warming wine, then he retreated.

For a time, only Erwu and me were left on the third floor of the February Red.

He came back and sat down, without speaking. Instead, he put the jug in the hot water on the stove for a while, and then poured the wine into my glass. I watched him lower his head, The long eyelashes cast a long shadow. On the cold mask, it seemed that the eyelashes were also frozen by the cold, and they did not move.

After pouring half a glass of wine, he raised his head and looked at me: "Mrs. comes out alone, I will not let my wife, feel free."

I smiled at his bright eyes, took the cup and took a sip.

The wine is a shochu soaked in acacia flowers. It should be a new one. It tastes a bit spicy. After drinking it, a touch of sweetness melts back to the tip of the tongue. It is sweet for a while, and spicy for a while. This taste is true.

I raised my head and looked at him, and he took the cup to his mouth and took a shallow sip.

The taste of the wine seemed to make him a bit more comfortable. Although it didn't fade away the cool layer, it always brought a little warmth. He took a long breath and turned his face to look at the scenery outside.

His right face was intact. When he turned his face to the side, he could see the smooth curve from his forehead to his chin, showing a bit of handsomeness. His eyes were very clear, and despite the hazy weather outside, there was an unexpected light.

It was as if he was sitting at the wheat field and learning poetry with me, so clean.

He looked out of nowhere, and it took a while before he slowly turned around and met my gaze.

At that moment, he frowned subconsciously, and I, without being hit by the embarrassment of "staring at others", just smiled at him and picked up the wine glass.

As soon as he took a sip, he heard hesitantly, "Mrs. Qingying, why do I think that you came to me specially?"

"Oh?"

"Is not it?"

I lifted my eyes from his booze and smiled, "I once met the adults, but met again these days, only to see the adults suffered such injuries. I don't know what kind of changes the adults have experienced, so I want to see you When I see an adult, I also visit an old person. My lord, don't you mind? "

Since I reunited with him, he was either confrontational or unpredictable. This is the first time for such a sincere tone. He also stunned for a moment, and said gently, "Mrs.-"

I looked at his face, and it seemed that there was finally a chance to look at him without any worries. I couldn't see it enough, but I couldn't understand it.

"Master's face, burned by fire?"

"Yes."

"Why is this so?"

"... It was in the capital when the Great Fire of Jixian Temple, and I was burned in that fire."

"Does it hurt?"

Hearing these two words I said in a strange voice, he frowned slightly, and said softly, "I don't feel it."

"..."

"When he was burned, Xiaxia passed out, so he didn't know the pain. When he woke up, the fire had gone out. Fortunately, he was overwhelmed by a pillar at the corner of the hall, and he didn't really bury himself in the sea of ​​fire.

...

I certainly know where he was overwhelmed.

It was on that terrace, surrounded by water on three sides, and the fire could not burn, but there was no way for him to escape the disaster.

I took a sip of wine and swallowed a burst of sourness in my throat. "The fire at Jixian Temple, why are adults present?"

He also frowned, and said, "Now-when I woke up, I had forgotten what happened in the past, why I was there, and it wasn't clear what was going on. Some people mentioned that they were afraid that the fire was down. Point. Huh, it's ridiculous. Underneath it is a bachelor of Jixian Hall. Moreover, the classics in the hall are the most precious ancient books. It is hard to find any money. It is ridiculous how to ignite there.

"..."

"Not to mention, no one with some knowledge will be willing to burn those books."

Looking at his angry look, I smiled slightly.

He wondered, "What's your lady laughing at?"

I looked at him and smiled lightly: "Maybe the igniter is for what he thinks is more precious than the classics?"

"Uh?"

"Isn't there such a person in my heart?"

He froze for a moment.

I chuckled, and said, "I forgot that the emperor has already married the princess and the elder princess. The elder princess's body of gold is naturally protected by the guards in the palace, and there is no need for the adult to light the Jixian Hall.

He listened to me, but after a moment of contemplation, he slowly said, "You're right, Yuanzhen--" He paused, and looked at me again, just like a little embarrassed to change his mouth: "The long princess is a body of thousands of gold, and she has always been well protected, and she can't say that she will light up the Jixian Temple for her."

I was still smiling, but I didn't know if it was because the name "Pei Yuanzhen" was a bit sharp. The moment I heard it, it caused a tingling in my chest.

"But," he looked down at the wine glass in his hand, the wine was rippling slightly, and the light reflected from his eyebrows passed through his eyebrows. The clear eyebrows flashed a bit deep because of the cold light, and his voice The same, with a rock-like heavyness: "No matter how many guards she has, a man should protect his wife's house. If she is really in trouble, even if she really wants to light the Jixian Temple, she will not Soft hands. "

"..."

Then, he looked up at me and smiled: "Mrs. and son-in-law are affectionate, I believe I can understand."

I looked at him with a smile: "Yes, I understand ..."

I certainly understand.

I know better than anyone in this world.

There was a flash of shame on his face, but it just flashed. He raised a glass at me with a smile, drank the rest of the wine, and then poured a glass of wine and filled it for me. Wine glass.

I was smiling all the time, but maybe the wine in the glass was too spicy. When I smiled, the corners of my eyes were slightly hot, and even my vision blurred.

In the blurry sight, he was extremely clear.

I can see clearly, maybe, not that I can see clearly, but that he has always been engraved in my heart and in my eyes, so no matter how his appearance changes or his identity changes, I remember him.

I remember his best look.

Even now, he is in a high position and has even reached a point where many people can't reach it, but he still retains the original simplicity. No matter how the people around him change and how he changes, he is still the one who will love for him. A desperate man is also a man who will hold up the sky for the one he loves.

I deserve it, I used to live with such a man for life.

Fortunately, he got the heart of his life.

But he and I can't go back.

Pei Yuanzhang, Pei Yuanzhen, Pei Yuanxiu ... there are still too many people and things between us. Until now, my relationship with him is no longer just a matter of two people, and I have no way to pray to heaven. Let us go back to the past, remind him of me, and let me get rid of everything.

As far as I can think, our best ending is, but--

I raised his glass to him, and smiled, "For Master Liu's words, toast, you are free."

Having said that, I have looked up and drank the glass of wine in one sip.

Liu Qinghan froze for a moment, and didn't seem to understand why I suddenly became arrogant, but immediately raised the glass and filled it with a drink.

This time both people drank a little bit, and even he was coughed by the spicy wine, and when he raised his head again, the corners of his eyes were slightly red. I also coughed with red eyes, hotter and brighter eyes, and said with a smile, "Actually, I have one thing to trouble Master Liu when I come today."

"what's up?"

"I heard that Mr. Liu has worshiped Mr. Shu Ba Fu's sage, but I am afraid that he will be more advanced, so I want to come to Yiwen for a while."

He looked at me with a bit of surprise, and immediately smiled in embarrassment: "This, I'm afraid to let my wife down."

"Oh why?"

"Although Xiaxia worshiped under Mr. Men's door, but due to his dull qualifications, his learning has not been successful yet."

"It's too humble for adults to say that."

"It's not about being humble."

After thinking about it, I laughed and said, "Since the adult said so, I wouldn't embarrass the adult. How about writing a poem? Isn't it embarrassing the adult?"

He hesitated, but this time he did not shove immediately, but the half intact face was still faint.

Speaking of which he is a halfway monk, his learning is really not good, and Fu Bayi is good at teaching according to his aptitude. When he meets a student like him, he will never teach a little eagle worm who can only learn how to read and write sentences. In the end, after so many years with Fu Baji, I have read a few books. As the saying goes, "Familiar with 300 Tang poems, but I will steal them if I don't do poems." In addition, I insist on such a request, and he will not refuse.

So he asked, "What's the subject of your wife?"

I thought for a while and laughed, "Well, let's take the topic of ruthlessness."

"Heartless?" He was really taken aback this time, staring at me without saying a word for a long time, and after a while he barely smiled: "My wife, it is-fresh."

"Is it?"

"Two days are a good day for my wife and son. If you let a congratulatory poem under the title, why bother with a love poem?"

"..."

"Even if it wasn't for the wedding, this amorous poem-it was a bit of a loss."

I still looked at him with a smile, but I was a little overwhelmed, and my vision gradually blurred: "Master Liu's words are bad. Naturally, there are many lovers in the world who eventually become dependents. , I don't want to do this icing on the cake, burning fire. "

"Oh……"

"I think that there are many lovers in this world who have not become dependents. Naturally, no one has the leisure to leave much pen and ink for them. But in fact, their stories are just as touching, their feelings, and It ’s really sincere. "

"..."

"If-God can give them a little chance, even if a little chance, they can be very happy, even happier than those who eventually become dependents."

"..."

"What they are missing may be just one point-the right opportunity at the right time."

"..."

"Sir, do you say so?"

He looked at me stupidly, wondering what he felt, or what he thought of. He didn't speak again for a moment, but just looked at me silently.

After speaking these words, I smiled at him, then lowered my head gently.

Tears, almost burst out.

However, it was finally swallowed back.

He looked at me silently for a while, and then hesitated to say, "Madam's words are good, just--"

I looked up at him and laughed, "I forgot, I am the creditor of the adult. Ask the adult to ask for a love poem, not too much."

He was startled, looking at me who was smiling all the time, and couldn't help but frowned: "Madam?"

I stood up a little bit uncontrollably, hurriedly walked to the stairs, reached out, holding on to the railing, and ordered: "Send pen and ink."

Downstairs naturally there was a shop waiting for Xiao Er. When I heard my order, I hurriedly promised to run away, but I stood at the stairs, but didn't immediately turn around, just holding on to the railing and struggling to support myself.

The man behind him didn't speak, but I felt his gaze and kept looking at my back.

After a while, the man brought in ink, moved the stove and jug on the table, and was preparing to roll out rice paper. I said suddenly, "I don't need paper."

Then, I took out the handkerchief I embroidered today from the sleeve and put it on the table: "Write it on this."

This handkerchief is not delicate. As for me and him, it is considered inferior. One corner of the handkerchief is delicately embroidered with a bunch of maple leaves. The pins are delicate, the color is bright, and the vivid maple leaves add to this handkerchief. A lot of colors.

Even when he saw it, he couldn't help praising: "What a fine job."

I said, "Then, I beg you to leave Mo Bao."

He glanced at me and said nothing. After a while, he reached out to pick up the writing brush. I had picked up the ink bar on the side, poured a little wine into it, and studied the ink for him.

When he turned to look at him, he stood at the table, frowning slightly, and put a brush on his lips.

I can't help but laugh.

Recalling that when I was in Jixian Hall, Fu Bazhen made him a couplet. He was also a terrible look. Of course, I know how much he was afraid because he was beaten. I and he are so old, they secretly secretly secretly secretly passed it. He was also punished at the door, and in the presence of their children, they really lost everything. I just didn't expect that these years have passed, and he hasn't grown up.

Only this time, no one gave him a password.

I thought, smiling and lowering my head to continue to study the ink, but there was a drop of hot water dripping, and it quickly melted into the thick black ink, disappearing disappearingly.

It doesn't seem to exist at all.

He had been frowning and thinking, and hearing this sound seemed to give him a little cleverness.

He hurriedly dipped the pen into the ink, propped the handkerchief with one hand, groaned, and set the pen down.