She looked at him and said in a pleading tone: "I want to go to the palace."
Lin Jinfeng was startled. It was a serious crime for a concubine of the imperial palace to leave the palace without permission. The worst case could be execution, and the worst case could be to be thrown into the cold palace. He didn't know why Mo'er wanted to leave the palace, but seeing her face sad and looking at him hesitantly, then
I couldn't even say a word of rejection.
The sound of neat footsteps could be heard in the distance, it was the guards patrolling the night.
The second watch has already sounded, and the night is getting deeper.
He knew that his decision tonight was wrong, and if something went wrong, his own life would be involved. However, her features were as beautiful as a painting, and her eyes were like eyes, just like the first time he saw her in the bamboo forest, she was like in a painting.
people.
For the first time, I felt my heart pounding, just for her.
His heart skipped a beat, Lin Jinfeng cupped his hands and said, "My dear, please come with me."
Mo'er was made up to be one of his guards, wearing a black tight-fitting outfit, her hair was tied behind her back, and a red ribbon was tied around her forehead.
She followed Lin Jinfeng all the way to the Dongda City Gate.
The soldiers guarding the city immediately stopped the two people and asked: "Pass."
Lin Jinfeng showed the token in his hand. After checking it, the guard smiled and said, "It turns out to be Mr. Lin. Mr. Lin invites you."
In the Seventh Prince's Mansion, the guests gathered together in twos and threes to drink and chat, and the lively atmosphere was missing the main character.
There is a small octagonal pavilion in the palace, and under the pavilion is a green pond. There are large lotus flowers in the pond, and the occasional sound of frogs breaks the silence.
"A room full of water, my pulse is speechless." Ye Hen was dressed in red and sat on a stone bench. There were two empty wine bottles on the table. He still had wine in his hand and drank it up as soon as he raised his head.
Today is his big day. He is marrying the youngest daughter of the powerful Prime Minister Hua. He should be happy, but there is not even a smile on his face, or in other words, a smile that he rarely shows.
It was all given to that person in those few days in that forest.
The wine jug was empty, but his melancholy was full.
He waved his hand and said with a hint of drunkenness: "Bring me some wine."
After a while, someone brought a pot of wine. He grabbed it, but he couldn't open the lid. He immediately became angry and cursed: "You little slave, you are trying to fool me with this kind of wine."
"Being drunk will relieve you of a thousand worries; waking up will make you even more sad."
A resentful voice suddenly came from behind, and Ye Hen's expression suddenly froze. The wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a clink, rolled along the bluestone slab under his feet to the bottom of the steps, and fell straight into the lotus pond below.
There, a frog was startled and fell into the pond with a splash.
He froze there, not daring to look back for a long time. He was afraid that when he looked back, this was just a dream and it would be shattered as soon as he saw it.
She should be deep in the palace at this time, why did she suddenly appear here?
Was it an illusion caused by his missing her too deeply or was she really here?
"Ye Hen..." she called softly.
He turned his head sharply, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly disappear. She stood in the pavilion, surrounded by gauze blown by the wind, with a full moon in the sky, and the moonlight was shining brightly.
Her person turned out to be so unreal and insubstantial.
After we parted ways, we reminisced about meeting each other, and shared our dreams with you several times.
He strode over, hugged her into his arms, and asked in a trembling voice: "Mo'er, are you really Mo'er?"
Her body also stiffened, her eyes were filled with tears, and she stretched out her hands to wrap around his waist. The smell of alcohol from his body filled her nose with the fragrance of lotus, making him feel real.
"Mo'er... Mo'er... I'm not dreaming, am I?" He hugged her tighter and kept murmuring.
"It's not a dream, it's me."
His red clothes were like fire, fluttering in the evening breeze. He suddenly held her face and kissed her greedily.
He kissed her so hard, as if all his lovesickness was melted into this kiss. He just wanted to let her know how much he missed her. He thought about her in his bones and was about to go crazy.
"Mo'er, come with me."
He suddenly picked her up and took a fast horse from the stable. He placed her on the horse, then turned over and got on it.
They rode a fast horse together and galloped out of the palace. There were a few stars above their heads, and the moonlight was like a song.
He grabbed the reins with both hands and hugged Mo'er's whole body to his chest. The long-lost sandalwood on his body invaded her breath, making her feel like she was back to the day they met when he hugged her and walked from the tree.
fall.
The night breeze was slightly cool, but the temperature on his body was scorching hot. The scenery on both sides quickly receded, and his voice was filled with ecstasy: "Mo'er, it's really not a dream, it's really not."
At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten that today was his wedding day, and that she had escaped from the palace privately. She caressed his handsome face, hoping that this moment could last a little longer.
If the horse didn't stop, would they have been running to the end of the world, facing each other as a couple, a couple of gods and gods?
She begged in a low voice: "Hen, please take me away, please?"
The mountain road was covered with moonlight, and he suddenly pulled on the reins. Mo'er saw that the joy on his face suddenly faded away inch by inch, like a child who was at a loss.
He lowered his head and looked at the beautiful woman in his arms in a daze, as if he had sobered up.
Immediately, he got off his horse and knelt down on one knee in front of her, "I have offended many of you, please forgive me."
He was dressed in red like fire, but he was also drowned in the boundless night.
When she saw him lowering his eyebrows and looking down, his head slightly drooped, as if he was escaping from something, she felt a sudden pain in her heart.
She risked her life and left the palace just to see him, but she didn't expect this to be the result.
He calls himself Weichen, and he calls her Empress.
"Haha." Mo'er suddenly laughed, tears falling down her cheeks.
In the end, it was her wishful thinking and obsession.
Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, there is only love in life that is hard to die.
Suddenly she pinched the horse's belly with her legs, and the horse neighed and galloped forward.
She could only ride a camel but not a horse. At this moment, she felt extremely desperate and her courage became even greater.
"Mo'er..." Ye Hen exclaimed, and in the blink of an eye, the sound of horse hooves had disappeared from his ears.
The wind slid across her face like a knife, blowing the sound of her clothes.
She was holding on to the reins, her body already unstable, tears dried on her face and formed scars.
There was a sudden sharp turn ahead, the horse turned around and her whole body was thrown out.
I felt like my body was floating in the air, but there was no fear at all, as if I was liberated.
A fast horse jumped out from the side, and a figure soared into the sky, flying over the knee-high grass. He stretched out his arms and took her into his arms. The two of them hugged each other and rolled into the grass. They rolled for a long time before finally
Stop.
She was breathing unsteadily and clutching the clothes on his chest tightly.
There was a touch of heartache in his eyes, "Mother, Jin Feng's rescue came late, please forgive me."
A close call brought out the tears that she had suppressed for a long time. The feeling of sadness was drowned like a tide. She lay in his arms and burst into tears.