I'm still so majestic

"Yan Xiaojiu, do you still keep the poems I asked you to store?"

Yan Ji was confused, and almost subconsciously handed over the box containing love poems on the side, Fu Zhihuai opened the box and counted them one by one.

"460 one."

Fu Zhihuai lowered his head: "I said before, I will give you a surprise when this letter has 260 or eight letters. Later, something happened, so it was delayed. Now there are many more, and I... don't want to send any more letters." hidden."

After finishing speaking, he straightened up, took a deep look at Yan Ji, and opened his own gift box in front of him. Inside was a piece of pear blossom letter paper lying alone, with only one sentence on it.

——"Yan Xiaojiu, I am happy with you."

Things that have been tacit understanding for a long time are brought out at this moment, and each has mixed feelings.

Yan Ji looked at the line of ink, piercing through the back of the paper, and could see how much effort the person who wrote it used.

So it was hard to say for a while.

Fu Zhihuai paused on the paper in the box for a moment, smiled, took out a thick stack of letter paper from the wooden box with his hands down, spread it out, pressed his fingers lightly on the end of the letter paper, and lowered his eyes: "I was expecting One day you will be able to see it yourself, unexpectedly, but now you still pick it up by yourself."

The ending sound of the last word fell, and the fingers stopped at the end slowly moved away, revealing a line of small pale gold characters below.

[The first year of Daqitianhe, February [-]th, as a gift to Yan Xiaojiu. ]

Yan Ji was taken aback.

The fingers next to the letter flipped over again, the second letter.

[Daqi Tianhe first year, February [-]th, gifted to Yan Xiaojiu. ]

The third letter.

[The first year of Daqitianhe, February 21, gifted to Yan Xiaojiu. ]

The fourth letter.

[The first year of Daqitianhe, February 22, gifted to Yan Xiaojiu. ]

……

Until the 460th letter.

Fu Zhihuai slowly rubbed his fingers on the small pale gold letters on the back of the last letter, and smiled softly: "Yan Xiaojiu, I've been having some dreams recently."

"Most of the dreams are the old days. We swim in the lake to catch fish together, play tricks on the Tai Tuo together, walk around the imperial city together, stand on the tower and look into the distance together... At that time, everything was very simple, and we knew everything. Don't worry, we have had fights and laughed, even though sometimes we are noisy, but the next day, we will look the best again."

He smiled, with the warmth of the spring breeze turning into rain in his eyes, and looked at Yanji indifferently: "I have seen these years pass one by one, and when the dream ends, it becomes blank."

"This blankness lasted for a long time, until one day, in a dream at night, I saw you again, you were sitting in a room lit with red candles, smiling at me from a distance, waving, the light around you was in your eyes, it was very beautiful .”

"I walked towards you, reached out, and wanted to touch your hand."

"But at the moment when my finger touched it, everything just disappeared."

Fu Zhihuai's face was a little dark: "I woke up, and there were no red candles, no light, and no you around... It was dark and cold everywhere. At that time, I leaned against the wall and suddenly felt a suffocating pain in my heart." .”

"Yan Xiaojiu, I'm so sad, I can't bear it."

Fu Zhihuai raised his head, and the emotions on his face were directly reflected in Yan Ji's eyes, like fog, entangled with threads, as if he could see clearly, but also seemed to be unclear.

They stared at each other for a long time, Fu Zhihuai let out a hoarse laugh, lowered his head, his eyes stopped at the red string on Yan Ji's wrist, and said, "So, I know in my heart that you have a home, but I still feel Not to be reconciled...Yan Xiaojiu, I still want to ask if I still have some chances."

His voice is difficult.

"Even a little bit?"

He Ji stood beside Fu Zhihuai, his eyes were equally deep.

The surroundings were silent for a while.

Shao He stood by the door at a loss, subconsciously looking at Xie Wenzhuo, who stood behind Yan Ji with slightly drooping eyebrows and eyes, showing no emotion at all.

Yan Ji looked at them, his eyes were dim, and after a long silence, he sighed silently.

"Last night, I learned something...about the 26th year of Tianning, June [-]th."

Fu Zhihuai and He Ji's fingers trembled suddenly, shock appeared on their faces, their lips moved, they didn't say anything, they just looked at Yan Ji fixedly.

Yan Ji pursed her lips, tilted her head and said, "Wen Qing, you can go out for a while, okay?"

Xie Wenzhuo lowered his head to meet his eyes, after a while, nodded slightly, and walked out with Shao He.

As soon as the wooden door was opened and closed, there were only three people left in the room.

Yan Ji first looked at He Ji: "Changxin."

He Ji was shocked and pursed his lips.

"Last night, I learned some old things. Although I haven't fully remembered them yet, some things are more or less clear in my heart." He stood up, "But, have you ever noticed, how do you look in your eyes every time you look at me?"

He Ji shook his head.

Yan Ji didn't look at him, walked to the lower level of the small table by the window, took out a dusty mirror, wiped it and handed it to He Ji, and sat down in front of him again: "A lot of words, I say, you may not believe it, then you may not believe it. See for yourself..."

He Ji took the mirror over in a daze, and then heard a soft voice in his ear: "26th year of Tianning, June [-]th, think about what happened that day, Changxin."

In such a gentle voice, the things that had been hidden deep in my heart and had not faded over the years emerged from the depths little by little.

In the depths of the dark alley, the heavy burden that weighed heavily on his body, the mood of despair... and the jade pendant that suddenly fell on his palm. Finally, there is a warm wind behind.

Later, there was laughter everywhere in the capital, and the last reluctance and determination.

As he thought about it, his eyes became warmer and warmer, and then slowly, amidst the warmth and warmth, he heard the man's unhurried voice: "Chang Xin, now, look down at the mirror."

He Ji lowered his eyes following the sound.

"Tell me, what do you see in your own eyes?"

eyes.

He Ji looked at himself in the mirror, and unconsciously opened his mouth: "It's very warm and joyful. It contains nostalgia, nostalgia, firmness, expectation and yearning, that's..."

He froze and raised his head suddenly.

Yan Ji met his eyes the moment he raised his head, and the depths of his eyes that were always soft and soft suddenly filled with aggressiveness: "It's just that there is no tenderness and affection, is there?"

Seeing Yan Ji like this, He Ji suddenly felt a little flustered.

"There are nostalgia, longing, and many emotions mixed in everything, but there is no tenderness that a lover should have. You see my eyes like this, but you say you want to get married with me. He Changxin, think about it for yourself. Isn't that ridiculous?"

He Ji's eyes gradually became confused, and he turned his head to avoid Yan Ji's eyes.

Yan Ji reached out and took out the jade pendant from the box in front of him, gently stroked the warm surface, and continued: "This jade pendant is a gift from me, and I made a promise with you at that time. Although I don't remember it, I believe it."

"However, if it is said that the content of the promise at that time is to marry you after you return."

"But I don't believe it."

Yan Ji knew his own temperament.

Since then he told Xie Wenzhuo that I will give you a home.

It will not give the same promise to another person.

He put the jade pendant back into He Ji's hand: "There are still many years left in my life, and it shouldn't be wasted because of the past. You take this back. As for other things, you should think about it yourself."

He Ji looked down at the jade pendant in his palm, his fingers trembled, and finally held it tightly in his hand.

Yan Ji didn't look at him again, and looked at Fu Zhihuai in a blink of an eye: "Mingcheng, I have known you for many years, and we have been with each other. Over the years, many thoughts will become unclear in the years. You grow up together Letters are different, his eyes are actually very simple, and you can see it clearly at a glance, but you are different."

"Your eyes are very complicated, and there are too many emotions in them. Even if I grew up with you, I still can't see clearly. You have always been transparent, and you can see many things better than others, but I still want to ask you, you Can you tell the difference between your eyes, and..."

He raised his head: "Would you like to get married with Yan Xiaojiu, the one who used to laugh and laugh all over the capital with you, or the scheming Emperor Qinghe sitting on the Nine Dragon Seat?"

The bewilderment in Fu Zhihuai's eyes was fleeting, and he soon returned to a firm look.

Yan Ji looked at his face, closed his eyes, and opened them again, his expression became dull again.

"Mingcheng, you are different from Wen Qing and Chang Xin. After that day, they separated for several years, and the only one who was really with me was you."

"You always express such meaning to me. Obviously you have known me the longest and are the most familiar. Why did I like Wen Qing in the end... But, Mingcheng."

He raised his eyes, and his gaze was extremely sharp for a moment: "For so many years, so many days and nights, did you once tell me your heart?"

Fu Zhihuai froze.

Yan Ji looked at the letter paper in front of him: "And after the Taifu returned to Beijing, you began to express your feelings through love poems. The Taifu and I did not fall in love at first sight. At that time, you obviously had countless opportunities like this, but why, you only wrote on the letter paper." Write such a line behind the back that is not easy to detect, and dare not speak to me in front of me?"

He was very close to Fu Zhihuai, and the sharpness in his eyes was reflected in Fu Zhihuai's heart, which made him unable to stop his pupils from shrinking, and subconsciously wanted to speak.

But before he could speak, Yan Ji said again: "Why don't you dare, I didn't know before, but on your birthday, I understand."

"That day, outside your courtyard, Old Prime Minister Fu talked to you about getting married. You were silent. Although he didn't force it, he was very disappointed when he left. You may not remember what you looked like at that time, but I stood by your side , but you can clearly see the struggle and guilt in your eyes."

Yan Ji's voice was still flat, and he spoke.

"Going back that night, for some reason, I suddenly remembered the time when I understood your intentions... You saw the red line on my wrist, and you knocked over the wine jar in a gaffe. I met your eyes and put the pain in your eyes While seeing it sadly, I also saw the deepest hidden in your eyes..."

"relief."

"These two things are connected together, and when I think about the many things in between, even if I am stupid, I will understand."