Fingers of crossing

Outside the tent, there was a lot of talk about Jiang Ningzui leaving the city. Seeing that the king of Wu had made up his mind, although the soldiers in the tent still had some complaints about the decision to release Jiang Ningzui as a hostage, it was irreversible, and they also changed their minds. You have to let it go and no longer raise objections.

Jiang Ningzui had no way of knowing what happened outside, and she was not prepared to investigate. She sat in front of the table, looked sideways at the servants waiting for dispatch, and said in a low voice: "You all stand down. Bar."

The tone was light but majestic, and the servants who were waiting for the order with their heads down bowed and retreated after hearing this. After a while, only Jiang Ningzui was left alone in the empty tent.After everyone left, there was no sound in the tent for a while, and the lights and shadows fluttered. Jiang Ningzui's gaze was always on the brocade box placed on the desk in front of him. Craftsmen who use such materials can tell at a glance that the identity of the owner must be noble and extraordinary.

King Wu said that this is something that Jiang Shuying left behind during his lifetime.

Jiang Shuying.

Silently repeating the name two or three times in her heart, Jiang Ningzui stretched out her hand and stroked the lifelike carved outline on the box with her fingertips, feeling a little turmoil in her heart.This person should have nothing to do with her, after all, they have never met before, and they have never had any intersection, but this person, this name always appears in her life from time to time, and lives in the hearts of everyone around her.Jiang Ningzui has never been a person who likes to get to the bottom of other people's stories, but for Jiang Shuying, if she says that she is not curious or cares, that is just deceiving herself.

As if something was guiding her in the dark, Jiang Ningzui's hand slowly rested on the lock, and with a slight flick of her fingertips, the lid of the box opened in response, and the first thing that came into view was a quietly lying Old things that have been worn for years.

It is a wooden stick. It can be seen from its color and luster that it has been used for some years. There is a small red tassel tied to the end of the wooden stick. Jiang Ningzui picked up the wooden stick and looked at it. It seems that it is a sign asked by the temple. , with only two lines written on it.

In half a hundred years of star life, dreams come into being, things come to nothing, and a cup of dirty wine is full of intentions.Ye Lan leans on her haggard heart alone, sighs at the sky, basks in the cold wind, keeps vowing to each other, it is hard to meet each other successfully.

On the back, another line of characters was engraved, which was the cursive script that Jiang Ningzui was all too familiar with, and it said: How dare you look at it.

Yan Yilan's vigorous and majestic handwriting has always been the emperor's orders in ink pens on memorials, with decisive words and to the point, but behind this wooden sign, these four characters are written.

Yan Yilan said how dare she look at it.Whether he dared to think too much, or couldn't think too much, Jiang Ningzui thought, no matter what the possibility is, it seems that he has exhausted the sadness and helplessness of a lifetime.

Slowly putting down the wooden stick in her hand, Jiang Ningzui lowered her head and picked up a painting scroll in the brocade box, loosened the binding red rope, and unfolded it little by little on the desk.

The painting scroll was slowly unfolded, and there was still a faint scent of ink. The first thing Jiang Ningzui saw was the background rendered in thick ink. A few strokes of ink were spread on the top of the scroll, with uneven depth, and the clouds were on the paper. Layered and relaxed.Under the clear sky, two people are riding horses recklessly, one is dressed in red like fire, enchanting and bright, the other is dressed in white like silver, heroic, the sleeves of the two are fluttering in the air with the wind, and the two are galloping against the wind, as if falling into the sky. In a second, the clouds will break through the sun.

Looking closely at the facial features of the person in the painting, the face of the person in red is charming but still respectful and arrogant. A few strokes outline her youthful vigor, her whole body is filled with the air of a king, and she is as beautiful as the sky rising Although the scorching sun is just a painting, it is very vivid. Jiang Ningzui can tell the identity of the woman in the painting at a glance. Except for Yan Yilan, there is no one in the world who can have such a fierce momentum and sharp beauty. Can anyone?

And the other person in the painting should be Jiang Shuying.Her untied long hair is raised slightly, her cold facial features are exquisite and picturesque, her eyebrows are crescent, and there is a calm momentum overlooking the mountains and rivers between her brows. She is dressed in white like snow, like a plum blossom proudly blooming in the ice and snow, Even if she just stood coldly in the painting, she couldn't hide the coldness in her bones.The face of this painting is so vivid, even if it is not very similar to the person, I am afraid that it is [-]% or [-]% close. Because of this, Jiang Ningzui looked at the appearance of the person in the painting and felt that his head went blank for a while. The blood seemed to be frozen, his hands and feet were cold, and even his breathing became intermittent.

It was more than two hours before Jiang Ning was ready to leave the city drunk.

When Qingfu lifted the curtain and walked into the tent, she saw Jiang Ningzui sitting in front of the table with her back facing her. When Qingfu got closer, she found that she was looking down at a painting in a daze, and lowered her head to peek Her complexion was full of lights, Qing Fu only found that there was no blood on her face.Qing Fu was startled, she bowed her body and asked softly: "Your Majesty, the King of Wu sent someone to say that everything is ready, and your Majesty can go out of the city to meet the General."

Jiang Ningzui acted as if she had never heard of it, and still hung her head.

"Your Majesty...?" Seeing that Jiang Ningzui didn't respond, Qingfu couldn't help calling Jiang Ningzui tentatively, and couldn't help reminding in a low voice: "Can we set off immediately?"

Under the off-candlelight, Jiang Ningzui's face was a little frighteningly pale. She clearly heard Qingfu's words, but she didn't have the heart to answer a word.

Jiang Ningzui's unusualness made Qingfu panic, so she couldn't help but secretly looked down at the painting in Jiang Ningzui's hand, this glance made her softly exhale: "This is the eldest lady and... ..." Qingfu swallowed the words "Eldest Princess", and she glanced nervously at Jiang Ningzui, then quickly lowered her head.

Jiang Ningzui's face changed again and again, she took a deep breath, and finally asked slowly: "You said the person in the painting is my sister?"

"Yeah." This question was really strange, Qingfu said, and asked cautiously: "Don't you remember the appearance of the eldest lady?"

Jiang Ningzui's hands trembled so much that she could hardly hold the painting in her hand, her eyes were fixed on Jiang Shuying's body, and for a moment she felt that it was extremely absurd, and the fact that it was too sudden made her breathless , almost drowned her mind completely, she was in a trance, her palm was unstable, the painting fell on the table, rolled a few times along the edge of the table and fell to the ground.

How is this possible?How could the person in the painting be Jiang Shuying?This is obviously... her original appearance, why does Jiang Shuying look exactly like herself?

Too many questions rushed into her mind at once. Jiang Ningzui put one hand on the table to support her body, and one hand rested on her forehead. She only felt a splitting headache. The fragments are fleeting, unable to grasp, but unable to get rid of.

In a blur of consciousness, Jiang Ningzui could only see the clear image of Yan Yilan in her hazy vision, her phoenix eyes full of smiles were looking at her, but what she called was Jiang Shuying's name, her voice Low but gentle, close to her ears but far away from the other side, each sound seems to wake up the dusty memories in her heart for a long time.

Sparse shadows...Sparse shadows...

Who...who is calling me...

The heartbeat was so fast and strong that it seemed that it would rush out of the chest in the next second, and the severe pain spread from the mind to the chest. In the last second of unconsciousness, the last scene that appeared in front of Jiang Ningzui's eyes was strange but real.

Under the fiery sunset, Yan Yilan was sitting with her on a fierce horse, the howling wind passed by their ears, Yan Yilan suddenly hugged her tightly, and the sudden closeness made her stiffen suddenly He stopped, his consciousness fell into a blank in an instant, and before he could break free, he saw that Yan Yilan had already stretched out his hand to touch her chin, and a light kiss passed her lips like a superficial kiss, Yan Yilan kissed her forcibly like this .In the galloping sky and earth, only her uncontrollable heartbeat was left, and there was no room for anything else.

"General Shuying." When she was at a loss, what she heard was Yan Yilan's smiling words, "I seem to like you."

Inside the Dayan Palace.

It was night, and the Qiluan Palace was very quiet. Because the eldest princess was still injured, all the servants in the palace held their breaths, and even walked quietly, lest they disturb the master's rest.

It has been a long time since Yan Yilan had a dream. Some people said that dreaming is because of unfulfilled long-cherished wishes in her heart. It is a pity that Yan Yilan has given up on the most basic emotions of ordinary people.

In the dream, the spring is bright, the mountains are green and the water is warm, Jiang Shuying's image is vividly jumping in front of her eyes, she seems to have infinite thoughts in her heart, but she just stares at Jiang Shuying's face silently, without moving.Time seemed to stand still, and the bottomless despair and darkness surrounded her layer by layer like a swamp. In an instant, the stars shifted and the years changed. Jiang Shuying's face gradually changed into Jiang Ningzui's appearance, and she suddenly Smiling slightly, the icy voice melted like snow, clear and sweet, "Yan Yilan, let me stay by your side."

The lingering sound is like a mellow brew, slowly pouring into Yan Yilan's long-dried heart.

The curtains fluttered above the empty hall, like ripples pushed away by water waves, and vague figures walked between the curtains, Yan Yilan subconsciously stretched out her hand, wanting to grab something.

All of a sudden, there was lightning and thunder outside the window, and the wind blew the window wide open with a bang. The sound of wind and rain poured into the hall one after another, and the veil was blown wildly by the wind, like a ghost with teeth and claws.Yan Yilan woke up suddenly, the palace was still empty in front of her eyes, the night outside the window was boundless, with silver lightning flashing, her hand was still in mid-air, holding the cold wind in vain.

When I was awake, I could no longer remember everything in the dream clearly, only deep down in my heart, the despair of desperately trying to grasp something could not be relieved for a long time.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Yan Yilan stared at the dark inner hall with her lonely eyes, and found that her bedroom was so terribly silent. This feeling was just like the night when she learned of Jiang Shuying's death. Sitting in such a daze on the empty hall, even if the lamps in the hall are lit, all you can see is darkness, like an old man counting down the time to die, quietly wasting his last time.

There was a knock on the door, and Bi Yuan lowered her voice and said, "Your Highness, there is something urgent to report."

"Come in."

The voice was so indifferent that Bi Yuan outside the door couldn't help being slightly stunned. She pushed back the palace servants waiting outside the door and walked softly into the hall alone.

Yan Yilan had already sat up at this time, her untidy black long hair hanging down her shoulders and waist, her face was unusually quiet.Seeing Bi Yuan approaching, she asked, "What's the matter?"

As soon as the words came out, the air seemed to freeze, Bi Yuan quickly took out a letter from her bosom, bowed and handed it to Yan Yilan, saying, "The General's people sent a secret report overnight, Your Highness please have a look."

Without the usual palace decorations, Yan Yilan's figure looked slender and thin. She took the letter in Biyuan's hand and read the contents of the letter by the light. There was no smile, but the coldness in the coquettish eyes became more and more cold, the last trace of redundant emotion in the eyes was lost in the bone-chilling cold night, throwing away the emotion, she was still the eldest princess above ten thousand people in the country of Yan.

It's time to ask King Wu for what belongs to her.

The author has something to say: Hahaha, the last foreshadowing has finally been explained, but in fact, everyone should have guessed the same, huh.

By the way, does anyone want to watch the plot of the original princess and Jiang Shuying? If so, please give it to everyone as a special episode in the customization, please~

In the end, if you say that you update on weekends, you will update on weekends. You are not kidding at all. Isn’t your Mumu very cute! ! !