The jackdaws first appeared, and there were heavy fog and shadows.
Before the day went by in the east, Yang Xi woke up from a nightmare that was neither too big nor too small.
In the dream, Murong Yun was dressed in a battle robe, fighting bloody battles. The silver armor was stained with blood, and it was dazzling red, but she didn't know if it belonged to the enemy or to him. She only saw the thousands of troops coming towards her as if they could not be killed.
Like a living corpse that cannot be killed, one layer falls down and the next rises up again, endless...
Gently wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, the cold cries of crows outside the window made her feel even more uneasy.
She moved to the window and opened it. Outside the window, there was a white mist and a deep cold air. She felt deeply cold in the bustling palace, but she was thousands of miles away in the clouds, and when the night was cold and dew heavy, his food could not be eaten.
Sufficient? Are his clothes warm?
I never doubted his ability to defend against enemy tactics, but my heart was slightly troubled by the fact that I could not follow him and fight hard together with him.
The palace maids came in one after another to wash and change her clothes. The palace maid wanted to comb her palace bun, but she stopped her. She took the palace maid's wooden comb and rolled her hair as long as flowing clouds behind her head. She put on her outer robe.
Abandoning all the maids and eunuchs, he wandered into the depths of the courtyard alone.
Today, her heart was particularly restless.
Although she didn't like Murong Xi, who had weird thoughts and deep eyes, she was still secretly happy that he gave her great freedom, allowing her to walk around the palace as she pleased.
While walking and walking, I no longer knew where I was. When I was tired from walking, I sat down at a pavilion built in the middle of the lotus pond, leaned on a stone chair and aimlessly admired the surrounding scenery.
The palace was larger than she had imagined, and the courtyards were full of flowers. Without the eunuchs to guide the way, it would be unusual not to get lost.
It was already the early cold of October outside the palace, but the flowers in the palace were still blooming and fragrant. The beautiful scenery was so beautiful, but she couldn't be intoxicated to taste it. The coldness of the first appearance made her heart even colder.
She had stayed in this deep palace for three days. On the second day after receiving the decree, Murong Yun bundled up and went to fight the enemy bravely. Only a few days passed in a month, and there was no cloud.
During the day, the entire sky was gray without any light.
I miss him so much, and my heart breaks even more when I think about him. Others say that one day is like three autumns, but it is true.
I feel so desolate in my heart, especially today.
The Queen Mother's serious illness relapsed last night, and the imperial doctor said that she should get more rest, so they did not have to go to greet her today. In this early morning, when her mood was inexplicably agitated, she became even more restless due to boredom.
Yun, are you okay at this moment?
The lotus flowers in the pond have basically dried up, leaving only scattered lotus leaves that are on the verge of drying up. The crystal dewdrops roll over the lotus leaves and fall on the surface of the pond one by one. She hooked her long finger,
Pick up a drop of dew and watch it fall from your fingertips, creating ripples on the calm water.
After the ripples passed, the water surface became calm again. She curled her thin lips and stretched out her jade finger again. Suddenly, a smile froze on her lips - on the water surface, there was a pretty reflection, with fluttering clothes and flying hair. Only,
The face is blurry!
"ah!"
This shock made her stand up quickly and back away.
The face can't be seen clearly! The patterns on the clothes are all clear, but her face is blurry in the water. Why! Why is this!
The excessive fright caused her to keep retreating in fear, until she retreated to a corner of the hall, her calves hit the edge of a stone chair, and she fell down in panic.
Could it be dazzling? Could it be?
She pressed her pale hands hard on her chest. Beneath her body was the still, mirror-like surface of the lake, but she was too frightened to look down again.
It must be dazzling, it must be! Why is her face blurry? It can only be that she saw it wrong! It was the heavy dew in the early morning that blurred her vision!
Taking a deep breath, she knelt and climbed onto the stone chair, supported the railing with her hands, and leaned down - her chest was lightly fluttered, her collar was the embroidered lotus commonly used in the palace, her hair was flying, like silk, and
Her facial features - nothing! Nothing! A blur!
Her eyes went dark, and her slender arms were no longer able to support her heavy body. With a plop, she plunged into the cold lotus pond. Until the chill entered her body, and the biting cold feeling made her wake up instantly. She was so frightened that she struggled in the uncharted water.
, before he had time to call for help, his cold body slowly sank to the bottom of the water.
Frozen water poured ruthlessly from her mouth and nose, and her consciousness gradually became blurred with her breathing. Yun, help me...
Murong Yun's handsome face flashed in front of her eyes, and there was still a doting smile on his lips. That was her only happiness and only concern in this troubled world, Yun... her favorite Yun
...
My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and breathing is getting more and more difficult...so cold, so tired...
Murong Yun's face gradually became blurry, and the beautiful facial features and lines moved slowly, and when they were pieced together, a face filled with pain appeared.
That voice, a desperate cry like a Sanskrit sound, floated through my ears again:
"Come to life! Come to life!"
"Don't leave me, never leave me!"
"Yan'er, come back..."
This man was hurt so deeply, and the pain was so painful. She didn't know why, seeing him in such pain, her heart clenched tightly.
She stretched out her hand to touch his pained face, and wanted to tell him, stop crying, I am not your Yan'er, don't cry, your Yan'er is still fine, don't cry...
Go find her, find her, live happily with her, live happily, don't cry alone, don't cry alone. Your Yan'er is still alive, she is still alive, she will come back, don't.
.....Crying...Seeing your tears makes me so heartbroken, so painful...
You never shed a tear, never! You are a king respected by tens of thousands of people. You can't give up on yourself. You have to live and live well! Yan'er will come back. When Yan'er lets go of everything and stops hating, no
No matter how guilty you are, I will definitely come back. If you wait for me, I will definitely come back.
In the haziness, the man in front of her raised the silver knife and slowly slashed it towards her arm. The arm was scarred with scars, and the blood that rushed out was dripping continuously on her body.
.....
Don't, don't do this, you will die, don't do this, don't...
My heart hurts so much - I don't hate you anymore, I don't hate you anymore, don't hurt yourself anymore! I don't hate you, I never hated you...
As soon as she took a breath, the bloody scene that made her miserable disappeared, and was replaced by a cold handsome face full of anxiety.
The face became clearer and clearer... A powerful breath swept around her body, and for a moment, her breathing became free and smooth.
This face, this peerless handsome face that appeared again and again in her consciousness... She stretched out her hand with great difficulty and touched his heartbreaking features, her thin lips slightly opened, and a thousand emotions melted into it.