sunset fever

The wind blows more and sends the guests away

The snow reflects the lanterns and returns slowly

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Before the winter solstice, it was time to offer sacrifices to heaven and ancestors on the second day. Qu Yao was not living the most enjoyable life, but Chen Bizhen was busy and ignored her, so she could follow Chen Zhangqin to the city or the streets, or in her free time To help Chen Yiyi study, two people of similar age were huddling together on the bed in the warm room and chatting.

Yishi combed Qu Yao's hair early this morning, and chose a gold-dotted emerald coral wintersweet hairpin. Seeing that Qu Yao was tired from sleep, he pressed his brow bone with one hand and said: "Tomorrow Japan should go to worship the heavens and ancestors, but now it is on the altar. It was burned, so I couldn’t go there.”

One room responded to her: "Your Highness, don't worry, Your Majesty will always find a solution."

"I'm too lazy to go, why would I worry about it?" Qu Yao closed her eyes and said slowly, "I wish that everyone in this palace would forget about me, and I'll just stay here, and one day, I'll be able to escape .”

"You can escape now."

The man's voice suddenly sounded. The whole room was concentrating on combing their hair, and their wrists were shaking in fright. She turned around and saw Chen Zhangqin who was walking slowly towards here. He was wearing a dark red cloak, and his long hair flowed down his back. , came over, and picked up the comb from the first room.

One room is afraid, afraid of many people and things, she knows that what is happening in front of her is uncontrollable, so she is sensible, salutes and goes out.

Qu Yao asked: "What's the matter, my lord?"

"Tomorrow, I will sacrifice to heaven and ancestors. It's a pity that I won't go. In the future, there will be too many festivals in the twelfth lunar month. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you, so I'll come and see you."

Chen Zhangqin stroked the hair behind Qu Yao's ears, he didn't smile, he kept his face down, and after he finished speaking, he was silent for a while.

"I heard that the Chengtan was set on fire. I definitely can't go there. It's better not to have those troubles. If there is, it has nothing to do with me."

"Are you really going to run away?" Chen Zhangqin asked her.

Qu Yao wore a pair of icy glutinous jade bracelets with floating flowers on her wrists, and she replied: "I want to escape."

"I heard," in fact, after combing his hair, Chen Zhangqin put the comb away, and Qu Yao stood up on his arm, and he continued, "Your Majesty has taken some of the general's military power, and General Qu voluntarily Some soldiers were handed over, I don't know the inside story, but King Guirong has colluded with various factions recently, causing a lot of trouble, General Qu's move is obviously to help his son-in-law."

But Qu Yao sneered and said: "It has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to guess what he is thinking. If there is a chance to escape, I will not care about anyone."

What Chen Zhangqin was thinking about, Qu Yao couldn't guess at all, the two of them sat at the table, Qu Yao sighed again and said: "But how should I escape? To be honest, I am a little afraid of Your Majesty."

"Why are you afraid?" Chen Zhangqin sipped his tea and said with a smile, "If you were really afraid, you wouldn't go to sleep with me."

Qu Yao was looking at him, she could feel the depression in his expression, and the sadness in full bloom, her warm and soft hand covered Chen Zhangqin's.

As her face got closer, Chen Zhangqin could see the eyelashes lightly blinking around Qu Yao's eyes. She was a tough-mouthed person, and she never wavered when she was emotional. Chen Zhangqin held her face together, and the two of them held her face together. will bump into go together.

"My lord..." Qu Yao said suddenly, "I'm afraid someone is coming."

Chen Zhangqin held her face and comforted her: "There's nothing to be afraid of, I'm here."

Qu Yao closed her eyes, and after a trance, she forgot whether it was night or day. Chen Zhangqin is not an outstanding or outstanding person among the royal family, not extremely heroic, let alone extremely rational...Love is forgetfulness, a kind of stubborn blindness, The life she thought was hopeless before entering the palace finally had a new support.

One room is outside the room, standing with all the maids.

Mei Jibo went back to Yaotai together with a strong wind. She was wearing a white shirt and a red dress, and a big red and white velvet beanie. She was holding a sword in her hand, and that part was warmed by her palms.

It was quiet in front of the house, without the close friends and guests who usually interact with Mei Chengchu, the servant stepped forward to salute, and called: "Miss, please go inside."

Mei Jibo nodded with him, and went in alone, this is home, so there is no need to be restrained, no need to be polite, and entered the deep courtyard, only to see Mei Qiyi coming out of the room with his hands covered, he looked up, somewhat I was stunned, so I stood still, and after a long while, I called: "Elder Sister."

"Go inside, isn't it cold?" Mei Jibo walked towards him.

Mei Qiyi blinked her slightly watery eyes, and replied: "Eldest sister, mother... she took poison and just finished the funeral."

The wind in Yaotai was completely different from other places, it blew on the face like a knife stab, Mei Jibo's teeth were clenched, she began to tremble uncontrollably, and asked: "What happened?"

"Elder Sister," Mei Qiyi immediately came up to meet her, held Mei Jibo's hand, wrinkled her nose to hold back her tears, and said, "Let's go to the room and talk, I'll call Dad too."

Maybe it was sadness and day and night, before Mei Jibo could finish listening to her younger brother, she felt her eyes dimmed. She saw the ridges and eaves of the house, the pavilions and corridors, and in an instant, the gray sky of Yaotai was cut off. It's beyond the eyelids.

When she opened her eyes again, she was on a warm bed, and the pillow and bedding were made of the smelly material she had known since she was a child. Mei Jibo stretched out her hand to grab someone's arm, and she called: "Mother..."

"Father is here, Ah Ji, look at Dad," Mei Chengchu said as usual, he buried his sorrow and many emotions, and wanted to keep more people safe, so he couldn't mess up. He sat on the stool beside the bed. , asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"My mother." Mei Jibo spat out two words.

Mei Chengchu covered Mei Jibo's fingers, and said in a slow voice: "You are old enough, father can explain to you clearly, your mother took poison, she decided to leave by herself."

"Because of what?"

"Because Dad has a quick temper and said some unpleasant things, Aji, you can blame Dad, it's all my fault."

Mei Jibo pursed her dry lips, she could feel Mei Chengchu's hands shaking, she shook her head, tears overflowed, and said: "No, it's impossible, she's not that kind of person, she loves you very much. own fate."

Mei Qiyi probably came in from the outside, he put the plate in his hand heavily, and said angrily: "Father, are you still not telling the truth? Can you keep it secret? The whole Yaotai knows it!"

"Mei Qiyi, shut up." Mei Chengchu clenched his teeth, trying to silence his son.

"Mei Chengchu!"

Mei Qiyi is a person who doesn't care about anything, he stared round, looked at his father, then took a folded piece of paper from his sleeve, walked over quickly, and handed it to Mei Jibo.

"This is my mother's last letter."

A reckless handsome young man, with two bags of reckless tears in his mouth, beside him was an angry and sad father, and in his eyes was a pale and sad elder sister.

In his ears, there was the sound of Geng drums hidden under the manic wind. After reading this letter, Mei Jibo wanted to send Wen Moqing off with grief.

However, it was said that Yan Xiu had been confined by Tan Songting in Yaotai Mountain for some time, the wind was strong that day, and it seemed that there would be another snowy night, Yan Xiu's illness was not healed yet, but after taking the medicine he made himself, he could recover He became much more energetic, and he began to review witchcraft and divination again. Gradually, his heart energy gathered, and he was able to stop being flustered and irritable.

He wanted to find a time to escape, but he had no chance.

At night, the doors and windows are locked outwards. You can only walk around the courtyard during the day. If you are not careful, you will be complained by the thirteenth grandmother. In what direction, he looked out beyond the towering wall, and could only see the cliff hanging high above.

The cold air rushed into his collar, and his neck was numb from the cold. Yan Xiu couldn't care less about anyone. Grandma Thirteen was not far away, hunched over and cleaning the red-brown pillars in front of the house, wiping them several times with a dry cloth.

She said, "Go inside, don't think about running around, you won't be able to get out."

"Oh...of course I know."

Yan Xiu secretly raised the half-broken hoe from the corner of the wall, which was used by people for planting flowers in summer. He moved forward, and what became more and more clear in his eyes was the old woman's stooped and low body. arm, and smashed the hoe down.

The blood didn't splash out, it just flowed thinly from the top of her head, and spread out on the bluestone ground in an instant, smelling sour and fishy, ​​when Yan Xiu was about to run, he turned back into the room, took the cloak away, and found another The emerald jade standing on the shelf pulled his finger, he walked out of the small gate of the yard, and saw a strange scene, the garden of Yaotai had a grand and cold feeling, with a wide field of vision, unexpectedly there were heavy soldiers with no handles here.

Knowing some knowledge about brick and stone construction, Yan Xiu guessed the layout of this house, he walked along the dark place, with the heart to die, and saw a locked door not far away, Yan Xiu looked around , he knew that he should walk off the wall again.

Climbing over the wall is also a skill. At this time, his hands and feet were already shaking with cold. At first, Yan Xiu guessed that there was an ambush in the garden, so he used the appearance of coldness to confuse him, but when he managed to jump out of the wall, he knew it. Seeing that he doesn't know martial arts, so he underestimated him.

This place is really remote, even if he left the house from the side, he still didn't know where he was; when he raised his eyes, his head was covered by the dead branches of the trees, so that the sky was almost dark, he wandered in this forest for a while, I came to a white frozen river, followed the river to the gentle terrain, and after a while, I saw a small hill.

The wind roared more fiercely, pulling out a long tone, and the dead leaves were flying, soft and easy to break.

When Yan Xiu hiked past the mountain, it was already dark, and the wind and snow flew obliquely. Not far away, a village and town reflecting the dark light finally came into view.

Chen Bizhen had another dream. He woke up and found himself sitting on the warm couch in Linjiao Terrace. The place is higher, so it is more serene and spacious. Zhu Younian replaced the candle with a new one. He asked: " Your Majesty, what would you like for supper?"

"I don't want to eat it," Chen Bizhen sighed softly, "I dreamed about a strange thing, a whole piece of flowers bloomed very well, but when I looked closely, the flowers were not red, but a dagger on the pole, and the blood on the dagger was red; Zhu Gonggong , explain it to me."

Zhu Younian replied: "I don't know how to interpret dreams, but I know that dreams are all random. It doesn't matter if you don't believe it."

"To tell the truth, I shouldn't think too much about it," Chen Bizhen woke up, not too dull, he had to go to bed, so he hugged his pillow, and said, "I want to eat wonton in the morning, remember it. Now we can go outside."

After Zhu Younian answered, he saluted and went out. Chen Bichen went to lie down on the bed, put his feet on his knees, and thought about a lot of things. The person who set the altar on fire has not yet been found, and there are some turmoil among the people. Yan Xiu has not been found yet.

The naughty boy touched his mouth, as if touching something scalding that made people cautious. He was a little ashamed and missed so much. He didn't know how to deal with it for a while. He sat up, hugged the pillow, and sat cross-legged.

People wake up more and more awake, as if they will never fall asleep.

He sent people to Yangjing and Fushan again, thinking that he must find Yan Xiu. He once made up the news that Yan Xiu was executed to Fushan Yanfu, and he wondered if it would be exposed soon.

If they kiss, does it mean that they already have a special relationship?

Chen Bichen is a person who is sensitive in some situations and dull in a few situations. This time, he would never have predicted that someone like Yan Xiu would take the initiative to kiss him, even with a strong and oppressive expression...

lust.

"Wishing you the year!" He poked his head out of the tent and called out loudly.

Zhu Younian came in immediately and saluted.

"A friend came back some day, can I go to Chongzhangmen to pick him up alone?" Chen Bizhen asked impatiently with naive fantasies.

Zhu Younian seemed to be coaxing a child, and immediately replied: "Of course, it will be done, and the arrangements will be made for His Majesty at that time."

"Actually... I miss him a little bit, no, I miss him a lot."

The life of the prince Jingui was 17 years old. From a prince to a king, he met the freshest and most beautiful beauties and married a dignified queen, but he, for the first time, seemed to fall into a pool of water.

Warm wind in March, spring tide blowing.

"Actually, it seems like it's been a long time, and it seems like it's just started."

"I have some, I can't imagine what he looks like..."

Chen Bizhen muttered alone, sitting on the bed in different ways, while Zhu Younian nodded aside and listened silently, he couldn't tell who Chen Bizhen was thinking of, he only felt that the Chetan, where the king was submerged in the dew, had come.

Chen Bizhen uttered some nonsense, his mind seemed to be swaying with warm water, he fell asleep not long after he lay down, he didn't know when Zhu Younian went out, he didn't know when he was about to fall asleep, There was a smirk on the tip of his mouth.

Surprisingly, in the twelfth lunar month, Yan Xiu returned to Yangjing alone without warning, he was still wearing the same cloak, and the ends of his hair were covered with snow.

It was the guards of Chongzhangmen who came in advance. Chen Bizhen was wearing a light golden gown, and immediately asked someone to pick a horse. He went alone, and immediately hung up a yellow lamp.

Many festivals are coming, Chongcheng is in a state of joy and peace, gorgeous lights are hung everywhere, snow has accumulated an extremely thick layer on the ground, horseshoes run over it, and imprints of different shades, those gray tiles And the red wall have become the brightest paintings in the snow and under the lamp.

Yan Xiu's clothes are not brand new, his hair is not smooth, he is almost drenched by the snow, his face is also watermarked, but his brows are calm, his lips are rosy, he looks like a disaster victim who fled here, but also seems down and out The royal relatives became the brightest brilliance in this vast snowy sky.

Standing there, he saw the emperor's horse coming, and he knew it was the emperor, because everything around him was so quiet that nothing dared to disturb him; the lights on the horse were like a little star, and the lights near and far were like a lot of stars.

The emperor's horse stopped, Yan Xiu walked towards him, the expression on his expression was the desolation after wandering, fear and fear, these emotions derived from this face a tenderness that makes people feel pitiful and loving, and it is also a kind of gray and white beauty /Affection.

Chen Bizhen got off his horse and stood not far away waiting for him. No one smiled. The first sentence Chen Bizhen said was: "I figured it out."

Yan Xiu's lips and teeth trembled, he was too cold to speak, his eyes filled with tears, and then, they fell like raindrops, he shook his head, the corners of his mouth drooped, and his throat ached from crying.

Chen Bizhen suddenly stretched out his hand and squeezed Yan Xiu's hand completely. Yan Xiu opened his mouth halfway in surprise and stared at the hands and wrists of the two men. Chen Bizhen turned his back and dragged him forward.

The wind is light, which is different from Yaotai; the wind slows down people's steps, and their expressions seem to slow down. The emperor, wearing a majestic robe, took this man named Yan Xiu by the hand and said to him: " Take the car in front and go back."

The carriage was ready, it was warm and thick, a servant knelt down for someone to step on his back, Yan Xiu sat down, and when the carriage was driving, his shoulders were wrapped around Chen Bizhen's slender arms.

"Let's go back to Linjiao Terrace," Chen Bizhen said with reddened eyes, "I live there every day these days."

Yan Xiu didn't answer his words, but looked at him with tender eyes.

"I was negligent and didn't find you earlier." As Chen Bizhen said, a line of tears trickled down from the corner of his eyes, leaving a sparkling water mark.

"What nonsense are you talking about..." Yan Xiu muttered in a weak voice, he raised his hand and touched the corner of Chen Butie's eyes, only then did he realize the huge difference in body temperature, so without wiping away his tears, Yan Xiu withdrew his hand again return.

Chen Bizhen hugged him very hard, Yan Xiu couldn't resist the young man's tearful smile, he was a little happy, but also very sad.

Chen Bizhen's face suddenly got closer, and with the posture of embracing the person, he suppressed a somewhat arrogant kiss, and then whispered, "Give me back one."

"Don't make me crazy again." Yan Xiu said as if he didn't dare to look at him, so he buried his face on Chen Biyi's body suddenly.

The snow was still falling outside, and the carriage was driving smoothly on the Liuguang road in Chongcheng.

Yan Xiu can no longer dream of being a cold and arrogant person, even, the old hatred that remained in his heart was torn and scattered by himself, he became more and more crazy in the contradiction, began to get drunk, and began to chase low-level happiness.

Chen Bizhen still whispered in his ear: "I did the comparison just now, I'm a little taller than you, very little."

"It's because you're wearing this." Yan Xiu raised his foot, stepping on Chen Bizhen's boots secretly, his body was wet, until later, Chen Bizhen's robe and cloak were soaked.

When they parked at Linjiao Terrace, Chen Bizhen stubbornly asked Yan Xiu to climb his back, but Yan Xiu refused, so Chen Bizhen called a young servant to carry him, but Yan Xiu still refused, so he jumped out of the car by himself, dragging his stiff legs , took a few steps forward.

In the end, Chen Bizhen was still allowed to recite it.

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