Fingers of crossing

It was rainy in spring, and the heavy rain that had rained all night suddenly stopped at noon. The dark clouds in the sky cleared up, and today's first ray of sunshine was ushered in.The air washed by the rain was extraordinarily fresh, as if all the filth in the palace had been washed away, giving it a brand new look.

Maybe it was because of the cold from falling into the water last time, although Jiang Ningzui's high fever has subsided, but her complexion is always not good, and the tired look between her eyebrows and eyes can't be concealed.

It was rare that the sun cleared today, Jiang Ningzui lay quietly on the bed for half a month, and finally found a chance to get out of bed and take a walk.The people in Ming Palace collected dew from the flowers after the rain, and Jiang Ningzui was in great spirits. She made tea with the collected dew and watched the peonies blooming brightly outside the window while drinking tea.

When Yan Yilan returned to the palace after finishing state affairs, she saw Jiang Ningzui's thin body wrapped under a thick fox fur shawl, sitting by the window skillfully warming a cup, and then methodically pouring the tea leaves in the lotus into the cup with a teaspoon. In the pot, her movements are skillful and elegant, and she looks quite pleasing to the eye.

There seemed to be a faint tea fragrance wafting in the air, Jiang Ning's drunk face was separated from the tea mist surrounded by water vapor, which was uniquely delicate and indifferent.

Waving her hands stopped the maids from saluting, Yan Yilan stood not far away and watched silently for a long time, until Jiang Ningzhong made another pot of tea when she was drunk, then she walked slowly into the inner hall.

Sitting down on the vacant soft couch next to Jiang Ningzui, Yan Yilan unceremoniously reached out and took the teacup Jiang Ningzui had just filled, lowered her head and took a sip, and said with a smile: "I used to know that you like playing the piano and painting , but I never knew you also like to make tea?"

Jiang Ningzui received a Chinese-style education since she was a child. Her mother has always loved making tea, so she naturally acquired a set of tea-making skills under the influence of her ears and eyes.But these truths, of course, cannot be told to Yan Yilan.

Therefore, Jiang Ningzui looked at Yan Yilan who came uninvited in front of her, frowned slightly, and did not care about her, but raised her hand to refill the tea for her, and said lightly: "The eldest princess doesn't know There are many more things.”

The unique sweetness of dew filled the lips and teeth, Yan Yilan looked up at Jiang Ningzui, hooked the corners of her lips in an unclear way, and said: "Sometimes, I really feel that I don't know you well enough."

In Jiang Ningzui's ears, this sentence always revealed an indescribable weirdness, but when she looked at it curiously, Yan Yilan lowered her head and sipped tea lightly, her face and eyes were vaguely carefree Lazy smile, nothing special.

Concealing the uneasiness in her heart, Jiang Ningzui took out a teacup, slowly ironed it with boiling water, and then said: "I have lived in Fengyi Palace for a long time, there must be a lot of discussions in the palace, right?"

When Yan Yilan heard the words, a beautiful gleam flashed in her eyes, revealing some naughty hints, and her tone of voice rose slightly without realizing it: "I didn't say anything, but I was just envious of my golden house."

"Although I have little talent and learning, please don't lie to me, princess." Jiang Ningzui gave Yan Yilan a cold look, not at all interested in dealing with her unscrupulous teasing, "The word Jinwuzangjiao is not That's how it works."

Hearing Jiang Ningzui's cool teasing, Yan Yilan shook her shoulders lightly and laughed, the smile on her brows and eyes was particularly amazing, it faded away the cold aura hidden in her body, and she became a bit approachable of tenderness.

It's rare for Jiang Ningzui to see Yan Yilan with such a gentle smile. Most of the time, she always looks cold, arrogant and strong. She has long been used to hiding herself too deeply, never willing to let go of the slightest bit of strength to show others.Jiang Ningzui subconsciously thought, if time could go back ten years ago, then Yan Yilan would definitely not be what she is now, maybe she would be like the one she saw in her dream, with bright and pure eyes and a gentle smile .

It's a pity that time is passing by, and the unknown past is hidden in it. She has no way to participate, and naturally she has no way to know.

Sensing Jiang Ningzui's distraction, Yan Yilan didn't make a sound to remind her. She lowered her head and tasted the tea made by Jiang Ningzui. It is as intriguing as the one soaked in ginger condensate.

After sitting like this for some time, Yan Yilan put down the teacup in her hand, and said seemingly unintentionally: "At the morning court today, the Sixth Prince asked me to play, and wanted to take Chi Wei as his concubine."

Suddenly returning to her senses, Jiang Ningzui's expression was still a little confused, but her heart tightened involuntarily. She looked sideways and saw Yan Yilan say word by word under her gaze: "I agree."

Jiang Ningzui still remembers the side of Taiye Pool, when she happened to see Chi Wei teasing Yan Junhe, that would never be the way a woman treats her beloved.Since it was not out of genuine liking, according to Chi Wei's free and easy temperament, how could he be willing to escape from the big cage of the palace to another cage?

Thinking about it, Jiang Ningzui's heart was complicated, she said: "I have indeed heard that the side concubine said that the sixth prince has been in love with Chi Wei for a long time, but do you mean to ask the side concubine about this matter?"

Yan Yilan said slowly: "The Sixth Prince has wanted to take Chi Wei as his concubine for a long time, if there is no side concubine who nods to agree, forgive me he would not dare to act rashly."

What Liu Huanxue meant was also what Chi Wei meant.

Jiang Ningzui became more and more confused, but this was nothing more than other people's business. Although she felt strange, it was inconvenient to ask too many questions.So, she lightened the puzzlement in her brows and said, "The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics. Has the Eldest Princess forgotten this truth?"

"I thought you had a good relationship with Chi Wei, so I'm going to let you know." Yan Yilan moved slightly, looked at Jiang Ningzui with unrecognizable eyes, and said, "Besides, although the harem is not allowed to interfere in politics, you are the princess after all. , you naturally have the right to make decisions about the affairs of the Eastern Palace."

Of course, Jiang Ningzui didn't believe Yan Yilan's words. Since the matter was a foregone conclusion, whether she nodded or not didn't play any fundamental role at all.But since Yan Yilan asked, she replied casually: "After all, a woman hopes to have a home, to be able to grow old with others when she is old, if this is what the side concubine and Chi Wei mean, I naturally have nothing to object to. "

For some unknown reason, Yan Yilan looked past Jiang Ningzui, looked at a spring scene outside the window, and repeated in a low voice: "Growing old together..." As she spoke, her eyes moved, and for a moment her eyes were as deep as the vast starry sky, Boundless. "You think so too?"

Unexpectedly, Yan Yilan would have such a question, Jiang Ningzui's expression froze, and under the silent eyelashes, there was a little softness in her eyes, she said softly: "Life is a few decades, and I have gone through it once in the world. Naturally, I want someone to accompany me.”

It seemed that Jiang Ningzui's words were fresh and interesting, Yan Yilan smiled noncommittally, and said, "When you say that, even I am a little moved."

Yan Yilan's words were unintentional, and it sounded commonplace, but Jiang Ningzui was speechless for a moment, she turned her head to the side, and looked at Yan Yilan with a rare undisguised gaze.Suddenly, I realized that in this world, there is always such a kind of person who obviously didn't do anything or say anything, but you can feel a burst of unspeakable distress just by staring at her so simply.

Yan Yilan, in this world, probably only those who are used to being alone will stop thinking about having someone by their side.

"Why?" Jiang Ningzui asked, "Have you never thought about this?"

I don't know if it was Jiang Ningzui's illusion, she always felt that Yan Yilan was still smiling, but her expression was so unreal.In a trance, she heard Yan Yilan say: "In my life, I have seen too many people die, and I have personally killed many people. I have shouldered too many sins in my life, so how can I let others stand with me?" On the cusp of the storm?"

Probably because she has never heard Yan Yilan say anything sincere, that's why Jiang Ningzui was speechless at this moment. She looked at Yan Yilan silently, suddenly smiled, and said: "Life is alive, everything None of them are absolute. If killing some people can make more people survive and protect the people you care about, then who can absolutely say that this is a wrong thing?"

It seemed that Jiang Ningzui's words were too novel, Yan Yilan looked at her indifferently, and then, somehow, she remembered something, and when she came back to her senses, the few traces of entanglement in her eyebrows and eyes had all dissipated. Leaving a bit of the lazy smile of the past.

"I'm a little tired."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yilan's body leaning against the window lattice suddenly straightened up, and she lay on her side, with her head resting on Jiang Ningzui's thigh.

Looking down at Yan Yilan who lay down automatically and consciously, Jiang Ningzui recalled the night when Yan Yilan was seriously injured that night when she was suddenly attacked by an assassin. Her wound must have been extremely painful that night, but she couldn't do anything. Never said it, never even blamed himself who was the culprit, not a word of complaint.

Thinking about it, Jiang Ningzui felt a dull pain in her heart, and she was distracted from the memories. Yan Yilan's breathing had slowed down, and she fell asleep peacefully between her legs.

Silently looking at Yan Yilan's exquisite and picturesque side face, she was sleeping so peacefully at this moment, unexpectedly giving off a sense of indifference to the world.Jiang Ningzui's eyelashes were slightly lowered, her eyes were full of sparkles, and she couldn't help feeling a little funny while sighing: "You are so cold and heartless, how can people grow old with you."

There was silence all around, no one answered.

Jiang Ningzui withdrew her gaze from staring at Yan Yilan, remembering Yan Yilan's unhealed shoulder injury, she reached out and took off the shawl on her shoulders, and gently covered Yan Yilan's body.

The lightly closed eyes trembled slightly, Yan Yilan finally gave up the plan to open them, she kept lying on her side without moving, and let the drowsiness overwhelm her in Jiang Ningzui's familiar breath.

This time, she really fell asleep.

The author has something to say: On the last day of the National Day holiday, hugging and crying, my dears, are you really not here to leave a last message?

Hey, friends who have to go to work tomorrow, let us hug each other and cry bitterly, ah, this is really a sad story~