Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Seven: Each has his own thoughts
In the Yingqing Hall, everyone's eyes were fixed on the splendid figure at the door.
Zhao Yan took Wen Jiaojiao's hand and walked to the seat. The concubines all stared at her with sharp eyes, for fear that she would walk towards the concubine's seat.
If this is the case, then they need to be vigilant.
The quiet Yingqing Hall could only hear the crisp sound of jade and jewelry hitting Wen Jiaojiao as he moved around.
Her red dress is like the sunset on the horizon. No matter how dazzling the concubine is today, she can't compare to the dazzling beauty of the girl in front of her.
She is like a budding flower that is about to bloom enthusiastically.
The concubines thought to themselves, how could any man not be attracted by such a stunning girl?
Many of the concubines looked at the emperor who was looking up. The emperor's eyes were indeed looking at the girl in red clothes, but his eyes were not focused on her, as if he was looking at something else through her.
Even Xiao Qingyu's eyes were a little loose when he looked at the sister he loved so much. The two emperors and empresses wanted to find the figure of someone from the past in her.
The lost memories, the flame flowers blooming in the yellow sand, the flamboyant personality and vitality, have all dissipated with time and memory.
All that remains is the loneliness of this deep palace and the boring life day after day, year after year.
Xiao Qingyu seemed to see the girl in red who also liked red in the past. She was wearing armor and a red cloak, galloping on horseback under the scorching sun, like a walking flame.
It wasn't until Wen Jiaojiao walked up to them and saluted them that Xiao Qingyu came back to his senses and realized that his past self had long since died.
When Shi Ming and Makino parted for the last time, Shi Ming knelt before the decree of marriage.
Her heart was never brought back to Beiyuan, and was taken into the boundless desert as Makino turned around and left.
Xiao Qingyu looked at Wen Jiaojiao's bright smile, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at his reflection in the wine glass in his hand.
There was no sparkle in her eyes. There was a smile on her lips, but there was no smile in her eyes.
A bitter smile appeared on Xiao Qingyu's lips. It turned out that so many years had really passed and she could really live like a soulless zombie for so many years.
Makino, it’s New Year again.
This year, I will never receive the gems carved by your own hands.
Zhao Yelin withdrew his eyes from Wen Jiaojiao and drank all the strong wine in the cup. He looked at the beautiful faces of the concubines below, his eyes blurred, and the faces of these women had never been engraved in his mind.
His eyes never really stayed on them, they were just sent to him to stabilize Beiyuan and fill his harem. He treated these women just like those memorials that would never be finished.
It's a responsibility, a task, without any vivid emotions. They treat him the same way, and he understands it clearly.
Zhao Yelin turned to look at the people around him. Time seemed to be particularly fond of her. Even though she was nearly thirty, her heroic and gorgeous cheeks were still smooth and fair, leaving no trace of time.
But there is always a lingering haze between her brows and eyes, and her bright eyes are as pale as smoke. Only when she sees her favorite little cousin, her brows and eyes will bring a smile, like
The sun shines through thick clouds.
But it couldn't be compared to the way he looked when he first met her, like a warm fire that could attract people's attention even if it was quiet.
Just like the little girl today.
They were obviously completely different people in appearance and temperament, but she had just stood in front of them, and their figures were almost overlapping, making him suddenly seem to see Xiao Qingyu in the past.
There were words of congratulations and blessings below. Zhao Yelin was absent-minded and his voice could not be heard clearly. He and the queen beside him raised their glasses and drank together.
The movements are surprisingly consistent, and the expression is the same, with numbness and a sense of loss.
Zhao Yelin put down his wine glass and reached out to hold the queen's hand. She turned to look at him and took her hand away.
Over the years, she had never held his hand, and her hand had always been cold since the injury. It was not like a burning fire like it used to be, but always had a warmth.
Zhao Yelin twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and leaned on the back of the chair with some relief.
It's the Chinese New Year, so he has to give himself a day off. He will be tired after carrying Beiyuan on his back for a whole year.
Zhao Yelin looked at the little girl sitting in the prince's seat, his eyes gradually drifting away.
Perhaps, even Xiao Qingyu didn't know that he even missed the days in the border desert.
Even though he was in such hardship, he still missed the long stretches of yellow sand, the scorching sun, and even missed the injuries he suffered on the battlefield and the rare rain that year.
Just from the moment he dragged Xiao Qingyu into this cage in the palace, he was destined to live with her empty shell for the rest of his life.
But so what, fortunately they were buried together, and he could always grow old with her.
Zhao Yelin smiled, picked up the wine glass, touched the wine glass Xiao Qingyu put on the table, and smiled at her, "It's New Year's Eve again, my queen."
In front of Xiao Qingyu, he often doesn't like to call himself me.
Xiao Qingyu said nothing, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Putting down her wine glass, she looked at Wen Jiaojiao who was talking to Zhao Yan.
The concubines couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Wen Jiaojiao sitting in the row of seats for the prince and princess.
"This little cousin of the Queen is really scary. Sisters, do you think so or not?"
Concubine Li covered her mouth and smiled, then turned her eyes to Shen Lanjun. Seeing her dressed up so dazzlingly, there was a bit of ridicule in her eyes, "Shen Zhaoyi has been in the palace for many years, but her style has not diminished, but after all, she is old, how can she wear this red dress?"
It's not as eye-catching as the little girl's dress. I thought it looked good just now, but when I saw Miss Wen Si, I felt that Shen Zhaoyi's outfit didn't suit your temperament."
Shen Zhaoyi had a smile on her lips and said calmly: 'Concubine Li is right, how can I, an old lady, compare with a teenage girl?'
Li Fei saw that she had punched the cotton. No matter how much she mocked Shen Lanjun, she always looked like she was out of touch. She suddenly felt bored and no longer focused on her.
"Why are you pretending to be dignified and generous? I'm just wearing this to attract the emperor's attention. Who doesn't know that the emperor liked the queen in red back then, but..."
Li Fei paused for a moment when she said this, as if she thought of something, she snorted and stopped talking.
Shen Lanjun glanced at Concubine Li, with a cold light in her eyes. She looked past the concubines, princes and princesses and looked at Wen Jiaojiao.
She was talking to the prince, and she didn't know what happy things she was talking about. She stopped him and looked very intimate.