Chapter 4198 I once walked alone on the white waterfront
Ye Ze wanted to go into Tingxue Tower several times, bring out the young man inside, and take a look at the sunshine on the land of Pu Ze.
But he finally stopped, sighed, and waited quietly with his wings folded on the eaves of the tall building.
Inside the building, the room was deserted and lonely, but decorated with gold. Only the cold wind blew in along the window lattice, stroking a few strands of green hair on the young man's temples.
Qingge was lying on the imperial concubine's couch, drinking cup after cup of the strongest wine in the world, like a flame passing through her intestines, even her heart was burning.
There were scattered crystal wine bottles everywhere. She smelled of alcohol, but her eyes became clearer and clearer.
Qingge raised her head, raised her hands, and the wine overflowed from the spout, flowed between her lips and teeth, and poured down her throat. The fleeting pleasure eliminated the temporary haze.
"Crunch."
The door of the room was opened by a pair of small hands. Xiao Wu glanced at Qing Ge anxiously before walking in tremblingly.
Xiao Wu's eyes were full of fear and pain. Qingge glanced at her lightly and threw out a few pills, "You are weak, so take it."
Xiao Wu blinked her eyes and shook her head: "No need, this elixir is very valuable, Master, please keep it for yourself."
"I want you to eat it, do you understand?" Qingge frowned and looked over with some dryness.
Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to take the elixir and put it into his mouth. The elixir melted in his mouth, and a warm feeling surged into his limbs, and the pain all over his body disappeared.
Xiao Wu's eyes turned red, she sniffed, lowered her head, and said, "Master, I just lost my child. This is the fifth child I have lost. I'm afraid my body can no longer serve you."
Qingge's drinking movement suddenly stopped, her breathing felt a little suffocated, and she asked: "The fifth one?"
Xiao Wu nodded, "I have been listening to Xuelou for many years. There was a young man who was sick and liked to use the blood shed by women when they gave birth to refining elixirs."
"Master, can you wait a few days? I really can't serve you these days. I feel so uncomfortable." Xiao Wu's eyes were slightly red.
Qing Ge frowned and looked at her without saying a word. The silver mask covering her face flashed with a cold arc of light. Then she shook her head: "No, you don't need to wait on me. Just stay with me."
She couldn't imagine what this girl had gone through over the years.
She thought she was suffering, she was tired, but she never thought that all living beings were suffering. Xiao Wu raised her head and looked at Qing Ge in surprise. She had seen many young men of all kinds, all of whom were dressed like dogs, horses, or beasts.
How many of those who come to listen to the Snow Tower want to recite poems and compose poems? Are they all looking for fun?
Greedy for pleasure.
"I'll drink with you."
Xiao Wu stretched out her slender hand to pick up the wine jug on the table, but the masked boy on the imperial concubine's couch snatched the wine jug away and said coldly: "Strong alcohol is harmful to the body." Xiao Wu
She tried her best to open her eyes wide, and mist filled her eyes. She sniffed, turned her head away and wiped away the tears at the end of her eyes, and then said: "Young Master is a good person. I am a song slave from Listening to Snow Tower, and I also do
Dancer once or twice, I will sing for you
Let’s play music.”
Qing Ge hesitated for a moment, looked at Xiao Wu indifferently, and nodded lightly.
Xiao Wu stood up and came to the center of the room, waving her jade hands, her sleeves fluttering slightly, her figure as soft as an unexpected gust of wind, as if she was complaining, but also full of hope.
She bent over and leaned back, covering her face with her sleeves, revealing only a pair of starry almond eyes, staring at Qingge.
The sleeves slowly moved down, revealing the entire face.
Smiling beautifully, looking forward to the brilliance, it has a unique charm.
She sang softly: "The clothes are stained with sorrow and tears, and the prosperity will be gone tomorrow. I am lonely and ridiculed, and I am afraid of the east wind blowing all night. I once walked alone on the white waterside, and I was ecstatic by the first plum blossoms and the remaining snow..."
The young man was lying on the imperial concubine's bed, listening to the songs sung by the slave singer, drinking the strongest wine in the building, and watching the woman's dancing intently. After a while, a bright smile appeared on Qingge's cheek: "Good singing, dancing.
That’s fine too.”
"..."
In this way, over and over again, for half a month, Qingge and she were in this room, one drinking wine, the other singing, as if they were isolated from the world outside this world, and there was a certain tacit understanding between them.
The room was full of wine jars, and she sang softly but was not drunk at all. She fell into listening to the snow tower, and did not listen to the right and wrong of the world, as if she was completely far away from the hustle and bustle.