Winter rain taps gently on the vermilion windows in the silent night.
Xue Xichen raised her head from the book with some sleepiness. She saw that most of the red candles on the table had been burned out. It seemed that she had been reading until late at night again.
She stood up and walked slowly towards the window. She pushed open the window, which was covered with purple curtains and carved with hollow patterns of flowers and plants. She let the cold wind outside the window blow sadly into the window lattice.
She leaned quietly against the open window, looking at the cool candlelight emitted by the lanterns in the yard. She looked out the window at the garden full of proud snow and cold plum blossoms swaying in the wind.
The winter snow is swaying, everything is frozen, and the cold plum stands proudly in the snow. Her mood is like the cold plum in the ice and snow. Although it is cold and numb, it is as firm as a torch. She clearly knows what she wants most at this moment.
Feng Biqing...she wants his life.
I felt desolate for a moment. My mood became heavy in an instant. I saw the guqin on the table. I couldn't help but just want to play a song...
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Leng Junyi held a bottle of wine in his hand and stood dejectedly by the gate of Leng Palace. The slanting winter rain slid coldly into his neck and soaked his clothes.
Every time he took a sip of wine, he would feel chest tightness and cough and wheeze.
Feng Qingge held Leng Junyi's shoulders, lowered her eyes, and sighed quietly, "Stop drinking."
Leng Junyi raised a stern smile while coughing. With cold eyes, Feng Qingge said sarcastically: "It's already late at night. The emperor won't go back to rest. Why come to the cold palace?"
"Jun Yi. I know you hate me..."
He waved away Feng Qingge's hand on his shoulder. Leng Junyi shook his face and snorted. "I don't dare. How dare I hate the emperor? Everything the emperor does is based on the overall situation. I don't dare to hate. Your Majesty. You can’t hate your Majesty either.”
"Jun Yi. Qiu Luo's matter... I... I'm sorry... I really can't do anything..."
"At least you can take a look at her." Leng Junyi refuted coldly. "However, you spend all day in the gentle countryside sleeping in a drunken dream with Xue Meitong. Even the court affairs are not willing to be handled by Mu Qingfei. "
"Jun Yi. I..."
"I know. The Queen is jealous. The Emperor is afraid that the Queen will overturn the jealousy. Is that right? Hum. My poor little sister. She has been deeply in love with you since she was a child. Have you ever thought about her feelings?"
Leng Junyi clenched his fist tightly. Although he hated Leng Qiuluo for not living up to expectations, he also hated Feng Qingge, who was indifferent to Leng Qiuluo and was cold and unfeeling.
Even if Feng Qingge doesn't like Leng Qiuluo...
However, Leng Qiuluo is always his sister, Leng Junyi.
Feng Qingge shouldn't treat Leng Qiuluo like this.
He shouldn't.
"Jun Yi. I'm sorry..."
Apart from "I'm sorry", Feng Qingge didn't know what else she could say. Leng Qiuluo became what he is today. He bears a great responsibility. If he could recognize his feelings earlier, he would tell Leng Qiuluo Tell me clearly. Maybe Leng Qiuluo won't be so paranoid and reach the point of no return today...
He also has to bear a lot of responsibility for Leng Qiuluo's current fate.
"Feng Qingge, please go. From today on, you and I are no longer brothers."
Feng Qingge raised her head in astonishment. She looked at her life-and-death acquaintance who had fought side by side in the battlefield. From childhood to adulthood, they had gone through so many ups and downs. He once thought that their friendship was indestructible and would never fade throughout his life. But he never expected that their friendship was indestructible and would never fade throughout his life. ...Because Leng Qiuluo finally turned their brothers against each other. They couldn't even be friends...
Holding the last glimmer of hope, Feng Qingge hesitated and said, "Jun Yi, no matter what, in my heart, you will always be my good brother who drank wine and shared life and death."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I dare not accept this."
The cold words of respect instantly widened the distance between the two people. Leng Junyi took a big sip of wine expressionlessly and said coldly, "Your Majesty, if you have nothing else to do, please go back. Leng Gong is like this This is not the place where the emperor should come."
"Jun Yi..."
" Jun Yi, I’m going back first. You have a good rest. Regarding Qiu Luo’s matter... I will think of a solution..."
"I dare not trouble the Emperor."
Silent, staring, and finally, he could only leave silently. Feng Qingge didn't know if he could still restore this precious brotherly relationship. He didn't know if he would lose this good brother forever.
The Leng family's support seemed so insignificant at this moment.
He just wants to return Leng Junyi, a good brother who shares life and death together.
Feng Qingge was immersed in her own sorrow. The sad and euphemistic sound of the piano floated in the air. Then she heard a beautiful female voice gently singing a sad and sad melody in harmony with the piano music.
"...your tears. Weak and hurt. The pale moon bends, fixing the past. The night is too long. It condenses into frost. Who is in the attic in cold despair. The rain bounces lightly. The vermilion color Window. My life is blown by the wind on paper. The dream is in the distance. It turns into a wisp of incense. It drifts away with your appearance in the wind. The chrysanthemums are broken. The ground is covered with wounds. Your smile has turned yellow. The flowers have fallen heartbroken. I am at peace. It flows quietly. The north wind is turbulent. The night is still young. Your shadow keeps cutting. I am left alone and sad on the lake..."
"Tongtong..."
At this moment, he only had Xue Xichen left by his side. He couldn't imagine how he would deal with himself if Xue Xichen left him one day.
Tongtong. Now, you are the only one left in my whole world. Please don’t leave me again.
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"...The flowers are already late. They have fallen on the bright and withered world. They have a miserable fate. Don't worry about crossing the river. Your autumn heart will be torn in two. I'm afraid you won't be able to get to the shore. You will be shaken for the rest of your life..."
"The Queen is so laid-back."
There was gentle laughter outside the door. The man spoke warmly, "Is it possible that the emperor is not with you in the palace? The empress feels lonely all by herself. She can only express her feelings through the piano."
"What Mu Xiang means is a metaphor for my loneliness."
The word "loneliness" is a pun. What kind of thoughts are separated by a door. It is self-evident between the two of them.
The hand gently stroked the piano wire, creating a circle of beautiful melody.
The corners of the lips seem to be smiling but not smiling.
"Mu Xiang. You entered my palace without permission in the dead of night. Aren't you afraid of slandering Mu Xiang's reputation?"
A figure is projected on the door paper. He is clear and handsome. "If you are open-minded, why should you be afraid of being slandered by others?"
"Mu Xiang is so open-minded."
"The Queen's mind is definitely not inferior to that of ordinary men."
Xue Xichen retracted her fingers from the strings and spoke gracefully. "The people in this palace are becoming less and less ignorant of the rules. In fact, they didn't even notify Mu Xiang of his arrival in time. Please ask Mu Xiang to sit down in the front hall." I need to dress up a little."
The person outside the door was gentle and gentle. "I heard the sound of the piano and didn't let them disturb the empress. Only then can I appreciate such a beautiful and sad sound. Please don't blame me."
Xue Xichen tugged at the corners of her lips. "Where. How dare I."