"First Prince, you can't go in. The Holy Father has ordered that no one should enter." The anxious voice of the palace maid came all the way. In an instant, they arrived at the hall of the temple.
Yifei ignored the obstruction and went straight to the hall. When he saw Qingcheng, his face immediately darkened.
The palace maid who was chasing him all the way saw Qingcheng standing in the main hall, and immediately stopped and said in horror: "Your Highness, the eldest prince..."
"You go down first!"
Qingcheng raised his eyes and signaled, and the palace maid immediately bowed her head and exited.
"Who made you agree to marry your father?" Yifei, who had always been calm, grabbed Qingcheng a little out of control, and asked with a sullen face, "You don't want me to send you out of the palace just because you are about to be married to me."
Is she the princess?"
Looking up at Yifei's eyes full of anger and distress, Qingcheng smiled bitterly: "You know, I'm not."
Yifei's disguised anger was immediately exposed, and the pain in his eyes immediately filled the air. He hugged Qingcheng tightly into his arms: "Qingcheng, I don't allow you to make sacrifices for me, and I don't need you to do this for me.
Just do it."
Smell his breath vigorously, inhale it deep into your heart, and engrave it in your mind. After three days, I no longer have the power to hug him and be so close to him. After three days, maybe I will be the same as him.
Stranger!
Gently pushing him away, looking greedily at the pair of pupils with his own silhouette, he raised his hand and touched the still calm face that he couldn't get enough of, and said softly: "Yifei, it's not you who needs it, it's me.
You need to do this. I didn’t make sacrifices for you, I made decisions for myself!”
"I'll take you out of the palace! It's still too late." Yifei looked at her expectantly and held Qingcheng's arm tightly. A burst of pain came from the arm, which made his heart hurt.
He forcefully broke open the hand that he was holding on to, and smiled like a flower: "It's too late, it's too late, I've made a decision, I've taken the first step, and I can't come back."
She looked away from her eyes that were glued to him and didn't want to leave. She pulled her body away abruptly and turned around, her voice drifting like a cold wind: "You can leave now."
After a long silence, he heard the sound of Yifei leaving. Qingcheng did not dare to turn around and look, he must be extremely lonely!
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The three days passed very slowly, as slowly as a century.
Three days passed so quickly that Qingcheng didn't even remember how it slipped past him.
Qingcheng no longer remembers how he was sent to Xuanyuan Qi's palace. When he found him, he was already sitting on the edge of the large carved sandalwood bed.
The hall was very quiet, except for the huge candles, which were burning with tears of joy and occasionally made one or two "cracking" sparks.
Qingcheng smiled bitterly and took off the phoenix handkerchief on his head. He stood up and looked around. He had long been accustomed to the antique furnishings.
Wandering around casually and strolling into the study room in the partition, Qingcheng was immediately attracted by a painting on the front wall. It was a very old painting, and the entire rice paper was yellowed. Maybe someone rubbed it frequently, and the edges of the scroll were already stained.
Rough marks.
The woman in the painting is very familiar to Qingcheng: she is his mother, the woman who once made a name for herself and changed the dynasty of Xixia, and he still bears the love and hatred caused by her. Her name is Luochen. She is holding the flowers and smiling, smiling slightly.
Her red lips seemed to be in a trance to hear the joyful laughter escaping.