Since Lingshan left, Leng Changxi has become even more silent. Apart from one or two words to Lingfeng every day, she has no other words.
In response to her request, Zhao Yuan withdrew Biyu from the bamboo forest, leaving the small wooden house outside the bamboo house to Lingfeng. Except for the girl who went to clean up regularly every day, no strangers entered the bamboo forest.
But Leng Changxi and Zhao Yuan both knew each other well. Although Biyu had withdrawn from the bamboo forest, it did not mean that no one was guarding Leng Changxi. There were at least twice as many informants lurking in the backyard as before.
Zhao Yuan especially remembered Leng Changxi's shallow smile when she noticed his hidden spy.
At that time, she was not angry, nor did she make a fuss, nor did she ask him to ask people to evacuate. She just looked at him indifferently, smiled, lightly opened her red lips, and slowly uttered: "Young Master Yuan, love is like sand.
The tighter it is, the faster it will leak.”
That kind of smile scares him to this day.
He didn't understand the meaning of her words, nor did he want to understand her intentions. He just wanted her to stay with him, and he didn't care even if he had to imprison her in this way for the rest of his life.
From that day on, Leng Changxi never spoke to Zhao Yuan again.
But Zhao Yuan still found time to come to sit with her every day and talk casually. Although he was talking to himself, as long as he could see Leng Changxi, Zhao Yuan felt quite satisfied.
Lingshan's death was like a red-hot brand, deeply engraved in Leng Changxi's heart. It was a sorrow that she could not erase in her life.
Although Lingfeng was still by her side, when Zhao Yuan heard Lingfeng calling out the word "Miss" distantly, he immediately understood that Lingfeng was somewhat resentful of Leng Changxi in his heart. Once upon a time
It was such a cruel blow to Leng Changxi that her close playmate died and became alienated overnight.
Zhao Yuan didn't even dare to think about her pain.
He once thought about having a good talk with Lingfeng, but he found that before he knew it, he had become estranged from them. There was a wall between Leng Changxi and Lingfeng, and he was separated from them.
There was a wall, and he had long been unable to comment on the intimacy between the two people.
Every time he saw Leng Changxi's indifferent expression, which seemed to disappear in the next moment, the darkness in Zhao Yuan's heart would gradually expand, and his hatred for Guo Wanrou would gradually deepen. Without that woman, perhaps the relationship between him and Leng Changxi would have been broken.
If it hadn't been like this, maybe Leng Changxi wouldn't have left him, maybe Lingshan wouldn't have died, maybe Lingfeng wouldn't have been so alienated from her.
Some hatred, the deeper you look into it, the more deeply rooted it becomes.
It was more than half a month after the Lantern Festival, and the signs of early spring began to appear. A night of spring breeze blew the treetops green, and the thin and tender green buds all showed full of vitality.
The high platform outside the bamboo forest was being built in full swing, but Leng Changxi had never visited it once.
Because since Lingshan's accident, Leng Changxi has locked herself in the bamboo forest and has never taken a step forward.
On this day, Leng Changxi was half lying in the forest facing the slightly chilly spring breeze, holding a book in her hand, but she didn't turn the pages for a long time.
She was so lost in thought that even Zhao Yuan's deliberately aggravated footsteps did not wake her up.
"Little Bao'er..." Zhao Yuan walked to her side and whispered softly: "What are you thinking about? You are so lost in thought."
Zhao Yuan had a soft smile on his face, looking down at her eyes as bright as water.
Leng Changxi's thoughts were gradually pulled back by Zhao Yuan's voice. She raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Yuan but didn't say a word.
His eyes were a little hollow, as if he was looking at someone else through him, without focus.
Zhao Yuan's eyes were slightly gloomy, and he sighed in his heart, and gently tugged at the corner of his lips: "Little Baoer, you have been staying in the bamboo forest for more than ten days, why don't you go out for a walk."
Hearing this, Leng Changxi finally had some reaction. Her eyes moved slightly, but she shook her head without saying a word. She slowly lowered her head as usual.
In the past, Zhao Yuan would have sat next to her and talked to himself, but today he didn't.
Zhao Yuan still stood in front of her soft couch, persistently advising: "Little Bao'er, just go out for a while and come back soon, okay? Go out and have a look."
Leng Changxi was a little surprised by his persistence, but she didn't ask him out loud. She just looked at him in a daze and asked silently.
Finally, Zhao Yuan couldn't resist her misty eyes, and sighed and said, "I'll have the high platform you want built. You can go and have a look for yourself to see if it suits your needs."
When Leng Changxi heard the word "Gaotai", she slowly lowered her eyebrows and a flash of light quickly flashed in her eyes. Then, she nodded gently and got up to sit down.
Seeing that she finally responded to his words, Zhao Yuan felt a little ecstatic, with a satisfied smile on his face.
He led Leng Changxi and walked outside the bamboo forest.
I haven't been out of the woods for a long time, and the bright sunshine outside makes me dazzling.
Leng Changxi unconsciously squinted her eyes slightly and stretched out her hand to block the bright sun shining on her face.
Zhao Yuan looked at this scene with prejudice, and immediately took out the fan from his waist, opened it with a "swipe", and blocked Leng Changxi's head.
Leng Changxi did not refuse or speak. She just followed Zhao Yuan towards the tall pavilion that suddenly stood out by the lake.
That pavilion is somewhat similar to the Leng family's pavilion. It is very high. One side of the pavilion faces the water, and one side is covered with steep steps. The other two sides are high walls, and under the walls is a hard gravel road.
The pavilion is a circular octagonal pavilion, carved with white marble, which is somewhat gleaming in the sunlight.
When Leng Changxi finally came to the high pavilion, she saw the name of the high pavilion inscribed by Zhao Yuan himself - Tongque Terrace!
"Tongquechun locks Erqiao deeply", it turns out that Zhao Yuan wanted to lock Erqiao in the inner courtyard of the palace just like Cao Cao's Tongquetai locked up Erqiao.
A sneer appeared on the corner of Leng Changxi's lips, but she didn't say anything and climbed up the steep stairs. Because no matter what the name of this high platform is or what its meaning is, its ultimate function is to be a tool for Leng Changxi's upcoming revenge.
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Zhao Yuan accompanied her, standing on the bronze bird platform together, looking at the beautiful scenery at his feet. Suddenly, he felt a sense of joy and ease, like a god, which made him reluctant to leave.
But obviously, Zhao Yuan is the only one who feels this way.
When Leng Changxi stood on the high platform, she began to quietly look at the Bronze Bird Tower.
This high platform is surrounded by empty space, and there is no place to hide. When you stand here and speak, you don't have to worry about being heard by anyone. You don't have to worry about any ambush around you. Leng Changxi is very concerned about this.
Standing on the edge of the Tongque Tower, she carefully looked down. The height was indeed not low, at least as high as seven or eight feet. She didn't know what kind of excuse Zhao Yuan had made or what kind of use he had made.
He used various methods to persuade Emperor Gaozong to agree to build such a high platform. But no matter what the process was, at least Leng Changxi was very satisfied with the result.
There is a set of pear wood tables and chairs placed in the Tongque Terrace, and delicate snacks are prepared on the table. Zhao Yuan obviously came prepared.