"Pa--" An unknown flying object hit the celadon vase opposite, with a loud noise, and the fine celadon vase turned into pieces. The fragments on the ground seemed to resemble his expression at this time, broken and sad.
"Go find this Tsing Yi Swaying. This time there is no extra time for you to waste. There is only one month, at most one month I will know the result. If you can't find it, just come to see me. I want to know who this Tsing Yi Swaying is.
Who?! Who!" Sima Rui's face turned livid. He didn't know why, as if he had a premonition. He always felt that the Tsing Yi swaying in "Those Things About Women in the Harem" was very familiar. At least he and Xiao Jin
It has something to do with it, at least he may know some truth due to his appearance.
Why is the woman in this book so familiar? Her every frown and smile, including her disguise, her apparent humbleness, her intelligence, are so familiar. Concubine Huan is right. That person makes him feel extremely familiar.
.However, I am not sure what that feeling of familiarity is.
Chen Wen looked at the angry master and the brightly colored picture book that was thrown on the ground. He lowered his head and said, "Yes, I know." Suddenly, a black figure disappeared into the night.
In the empty hall, only Sima Rui's lonely shadow was left, meditating alone. After a long time, he raised his head and said to the door: "Here comes someone."
"Yes." There was a reply from the door, and Gao Lu came in bent over.
"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"
"Draw up a decree for me to offer rewards across the country for the arrest of Qingyi Yaoyao, a repeat criminal of the imperial court. No suspicious person can be let go." Sima Rui's fists were crinkled tightly. This daring guy usually didn't want to argue with him, but now the relationship
It's not because he is cold-blooded and ruthless when he sees all kinds of right and wrong.
"Yes, the old slave accepts the order." Just as Gao Lu stepped out of the palace door, a somewhat anxious voice suddenly came from behind: "Remember to capture him alive. There must be no harm at all."
"Old slave knows."
A slightly tired voice came: "You go down, I want to rest."
Gao Lu's feet paused, "Would the Emperor want a sign tonight?"
"..." After hesitating for a long time, Sima Rui finally said: "No, you can go down."
Sima Rui rubbed his forehead that was so painful that it was about to split. He came back drunk that day and didn't have time to rest. He had to rush to review and resolve the official documents that had piled up after leaving without permission, so he didn't have time to take a good rest until today.
The government affairs were finally settled, but when he saw the comic, he had to become suspicious again, as if such a woman seemed familiar in his impression. Those open-minded, free and arrogant attitude reminded him of Xiao Jin, but she was among the powerful, or
The deliberate humility in front of the emperor and the hidden edge reminded him of another person, a person he should have forgotten long ago. But the mention of Concubine Huan and the specialness in that book made him think of it again.
The red-faced city in the mirror is miserable, and I don’t know when the world will be destroyed.
The sea is as long as the sky and the earth is as long as the sky, and the passage of time has no trace.
Alas, in this world, who has nirvana?
In the misty darkness, I seemed to see a beam of light on the horizon. I groped towards the beam of light, but I couldn't reach it. It was clearly close in front of me, but I couldn't touch it.
it's wired.
I remember copying some copybooks on my desk alone, which were the works of Wang Xizhi, the most popular calligrapher at that time. Speaking of him, I wonder if the third brother was happy traveling with them, drinking wine and writing poems?
I was writing happily when suddenly a figure broke in and I smelled a cool gas in my nose. Then, my body tilted and I didn't know anything anymore.
I vaguely heard a few people muttering something, and I could tell it was the voices of Qingqi and Xiao Quanzi, as well as some impatient words from Su Da. It seemed that I had been suffering from insomnia these past few days, too
I was tired, and no other method worked, so I had to use this coercive method to make me fall asleep. Is it a bit like the effect of sleeping pills? But I remembered the methods used to kidnap people in modern times.
I wanted to speak or protest, but my voice fell silent as soon as it reached my throat.
I seemed to be in a state between a dream and a non-dream. I didn't wake up, but I could notice many things in my mind. Even the chaotic world in the dream seemed a bit real. The beam of light was like an angel's ring, very beautiful.
.
But it's not mine, because I can't touch it.
In the mirror, in the mirror - Zhu Yancheng is hurt,
I don’t know when it will happen, it’s going to be wild, it’s going to be wild—
A voice has been echoing in the empty world, an old voice chanting this sentence, because the sound is blocked in the surroundings, producing constant echoes. It has been echoing in my mind.
The night was getting dark, and Sima Rui couldn't control his feet, so he walked here without knowing it.
There seems to be a faint fluorescent light in the room, which does not seem to be the light of a candle. The surroundings are very quiet. It is so quiet that one cannot bear to disturb this peaceful night.
I don't know why, but there are many rooms here, but he is sure that this room is where she lives. The most inconspicuous and remote corner. The serving eunuchs are gone. Those who are always noisy are crazy.
I don’t know where the concubines are.
Although it was a little strange, Sima Rui decided to walk in.
She has a calm sleeping face, her white neck is slightly exposed, her eyelashes are fluttering slightly in her sleep, her nose is pointed, her chin is small, her mouth is small, and her pink lips are now a little too pouty, very cute. When Sima
When Rui walked in and walked to the inner room, she saw this beautiful scenery. It was the first time that she looked at her so seriously and so close, and she couldn't help but feel a little dazzled. Her skin was white and rosy, so transparent that you could almost see it.
The blood under the skin seemed like she had become more beautiful after not seeing her for so long. However, he had never taken a good look at her.
Except that night, she stood on the stage and danced seductively, bewildering every pair of eyes in the audience. I don’t know why, but she was filled with anger for a moment, as if something that belonged to her had been peeked into by others, something that had been robbed.
It hurts just thinking about it.
So he raped her like crazy. To this day, I still remember her cold look on that day, her figure stumbling away, and her cold and indifferent words.
Thinking of those things makes my heart ache.
So Sima Rui turned his gaze and looked at this small room.
The light I saw when I entered the door just now was indeed not the light of candles. It was the luminous pearls inlaid on the wall under the heavy gauze curtain. At this time, the beads were sparkling in the deep night, because the gauze curtain was not the barrier.
It was particularly dazzling, but a quiet and elegant pale fluorescent light that filled the whole room.
It's like thousands of fireflies flying. The flowing smoke is particularly charming.
In the whole room, what is particularly conspicuous is the wooden table with rattan and sandalwood carvings in front of the window. The table is surrounded by special pictures and texts. The tabletop is large and smooth. It looks familiar to him in the imperial study but also seems to be very different.
.
At this time, there was a book sticker and a piece of white paper neatly placed on the table. There were a few words written on the white paper. He must have gone to bed after being sleepy while copying.
Sima Rui stepped forward and picked it up curiously. It was Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Lanting Collection".
A special little book in an inconspicuous corner on the table attracted Sima Rui's attention.
Out of curiosity, he reached for it and opened it. Just as he was about to open it, the woman who had been breathing lightly and sleeping quietly suddenly made a slight noise. Sima Rui was so startled that his hands trembled and he almost dropped the book. He was looking at the person on the bed.
My son, you are sleeping soundly.
As an emperor, Sima Ruigui has never encountered such an embarrassing thing. Everyone and everything in the palace belongs to him. When has he ever felt this guilty?
Sima Rui's eyes narrowed, and he reached out and slowly opened it. This was a miscellaneous book. It seemed that he had just bought a new book, so he only wrote down a few pages. The book was not a daily record, nor was it a neat and serious record. The calligraphy was skillful.
, the ups and downs of mood, the records in books are never the same.
Some of the handwriting is neat, a little messy, some is flying, and some seems to have been accidentally rubbed by the hand. But overall it is delicate and elegant, like flowing clouds and flowing water. It is not as orthodox as what you usually see, but it has its own value.
There are some sighs about life, some records of trivial things, encounters at certain moments, insights from reading, and small poems written by myself (although the format is weird). There are also many longings for certain things.
"Today, innocent people were punished, or worse, they were trampled on the ground, and their straight feet were bowed to them. She lowered her head and sneered, but her expression was even more humble. She was originally a woman who bullied others, pretended to be powerful, and relied on that person's strength to survive.
, not only do I not feel sad, but I actually feel happy. It is so sad and pitiful to lose oneself for a day's honor, and to fight to the death just to look at that person one more time!"