The darkness of the night was bone-piercing, and in the blur, I could only see a pair of eyes full of hurt staring at me. My heart was like a stone and I couldn't breathe. I wanted to raise my hand to smooth those frowning eyebrows and those hurt eyes.
But it can never be touched.
Bang!
It was the crisp sound of the sword falling to the ground. What I saw when I tried to open my eyes was Huangfu Zhi's leaving figure. The trace of soulless loneliness reflected on the ground wet with blood and wine was extremely desolate and heart-wrenching.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." It's Aunt Lan Rong.
Her dark blue embroidered shoes were splashed with blood drops, just like the red plum blossoms in early winter, with bright red spots.
The sword was also smeared with Li'er's blood, and Li'er knelt and crawled there in a strange way, forever still.
I grabbed her tightly like a life-saving straw and said in a panic: "Aunt, it's none of my business...but...if I listen to you and don't break in, everything will be fine. Li'er won't
...She should hate me...I hurt her...but I didn't mean it...What should I do, aunt..."
"Your Majesty...hey...how do you say this? These things in the palace are very common, so just keep an open mind. What you should think about is why she had the courage to break in, and who ordered her to guard against others.
My heart is indispensable." She patted me on the shoulder.
"My dear Concubine Shu, you are so kind." I don't know when Ning Yuanjue walked in, quietly, and his eyes were no longer as clear as the wind and hard to catch.
"Thank you, Lord Ning, for your concern." The two people who had been so close to each other for a long time had become so rude and polite.
Boom!
Lightning pierced the darkness, and an inevitable downpour was coming.
He held my hand and I struggled to break free from his hand.
"I just want to check your pulse." He took my hand again and took the pulse with two fingers without refusal.
Looking down at his hand, the tiger's mouth is dry and white, which is the cocoon of holding the sword for a long time. The slender fingers are covered with large and small wounds, and the veins on the back of the bronze hand are swollen. This is a hand full of masculine atmosphere.
His hands are no longer as fair as before. It seems that he has really changed. A person's appearance can be changed and his inner self can be molded. So, what made him change?
Where did he go during the time when he disappeared? After returning, he suffered the pain of losing his parents? I hope I won't bring him any more harm. Maybe I am an unlucky person, and beauty is a disaster.
"I see that you are very clever on weekdays, but I didn't expect that those clever things are just stupid and clever, and they are never used for serious matters at critical times." I don't understand why he said such things, and his cold and tense face looked so strange.
I'm upset.
"Stop your stupidity immediately, otherwise the accumulation of toxins over time will really lead to infertility! Not only that, it is a fatal threat to the body. You understand this to some extent, why are you so stupid!" Ning Yuanjue was a little angry,
But I don't understand why he is angry. Does he still care about me?
"Hey, when did you learn to read this?" As soon as the words came out, a huge light flashed in my mind, and I thought of the same words he had said to me. I lowered my head silently and nodded lightly: "I already know I was wrong.
Don’t worry, I won’t be so stupid again.”
His fingers are magical, and when they touch the fragile skin, it seems that my whole body will become limp and collapse as soon as he exerts force. The temperature of his fingers is like a steady stream of heat flowing into my blood, making me greedy and even more...
It's sad.
He let go of my hand, and I quickly hid it in my long sleeve, letting one hand touch the place he touched over and over again. The rapidly beating blood vessels exposed the truth in my heart.
"Why would you want to be with him if you're not happy?" His voice was so small that he almost said it with his lips, but I still heard it.
"I like him." This sentence is true, but I love you more. I dare not say this sentence because I am not qualified!
I once had love with him, but it was a green memory in the distant spring.
Now I try to imagine it as a period of time in the past, just like standing on the top of a bare and dangerous peak and looking at the vibrant hillside on the opposite side. I have the urge to go past it. It is a dangerous beauty.