sunset fever

It was a winter rainy evening in Jianting Mansion. The evergreen vegetation and rain made the halo in the field of vision appear a kind of grayish green. There were grasses planted in the tanks in the courtyard, but they were not as tall and full as in summer. It looks like, even if it is green, the branches are already weak.

Qu Yao sat on a brown, rattan chair. Her knees were swollen, so she could not stand for a long time. She was pregnant a few months ago, and in a few months, before summer, she will give birth.

It's not hot, or even too cold, the fan in her hand is useless, Rong Sang came in from the courtyard, she was dressed lightly and elegantly, her long hair was tied into the simplest bun, her face was hot from the stove fire, so she used the The back of the water-soaked hand sticks.

Rong Sang came running on tiptoes from under the rain, and said, "Are you cold? I'll get you a quilt. Do you want some tea? The soup is still being made, and it will be ready in a while."

"I'll just sit down, don't be busy, I'm sorry."

Qu Yao is not pretending to be polite, she is speaking the truth in her heart, while speaking, she is looking at the raindrops weaving outside the room under the eaves.

Rong Sang came to build the pavilion a few months ago. She squatted down, pulled up a small stool, sat under the eaves, and watched the rain. She said: "I like to be busy and take care of others. I have always taken care of myself since I was a child." Yes, after being served in Prince Rong's mansion for a long time, I felt that I was not me anymore, I was very gentle, I thought I was like this to everyone, King Guirong was not that bad, so was the princess, where are there so many bad people in the world? ah."

Qu Yao stared at Rong Sang's narrow back, looked at her shrunken shoulders due to the cold air, suddenly Qu Yao had a lot to say.

But she didn't want to talk anymore.

Chen Zhangqin's umbrella is a vermilion and white apricot one. When he came back, Qu Yao stood up, while Rong Sang was still sitting, and shouted: "Brother!"

Finally, the title became familiar.

When Qu Yao's belly was not yet the most bulging, her appearance didn't change much, her complexion darkened a little, and she smiled more, which was the joy hanging in the corners of her mouth and eyes, but today, the heavier and heavier rain made her worry , so he sighed: "I don't know what happened to Yiyi, what happened to Chongcheng..."

In the field of vision, there is a permanent yard, bricks and trees.

Chen Zhangqin closed the umbrella and entered the door, he replied: "It's nothing, maybe in the future, you can go back and have a look."

"From the day I took you away, I never thought about going back."

After all, it was too bright by the door, Qu Yao was going to add some clothes, and then lay down on the couch.

Chen Zhangqin's clothes are more simple, but the colors are always eye-catching. He likes bright red and pure white.

A drop of water on the tip of the hair fell to the ground, Chen Zhangqin took out a scroll from his sleeve, adjusted his breathing, and said to Rong Sang: "The person in this painting is like our mother, I will buy it Yes, the painter is a woman, she wandered around and arrived at Jianting today."

The scrolls were different from the last time I saw them, but they were all small, Rong Sang was surprised and stared at the woman on the painting.

The inscription is strange, the seal is strange, and the brushwork that can be drawn is familiar.

"It's Princess Rong..." Rong Sang sighed.

Or, the two of them are not even considered friends, even, Rong Sang had a lot of hatred for You Han, hated her tact and concealment, but now, Gui Rong Wang Chen Mixiong was killed, and Rong Wang's mansion fell.

What kind of life does Princess Rong, who used to be magnificent, live now.

The rain continued to fall, Rong Sang turned around and went out, she didn't even bring an umbrella, she turned her head in the courtyard and asked, "Where does she sell paintings?"

"It's getting dark, don't go, people will definitely leave." Chen Zhangqin couldn't express his many questions, he didn't like the people in the Rong Palace, and he knew that You Han's concealment brought Rong Sang a lot of suffering.

But Rong Sang was still stubborn, she asked loudly again: "Where is it? She is not young, she is considered an elder, I know her somehow."

Chen Zhangqin followed out, opened the umbrella, he grasped Rong Sang's wrist, and was under the umbrella with her, Chen Zhangqin got a little angry, and said loudly: "At least hold the umbrella!"

Rong Sang is really unpredictable, but at least Chen Zhangqin understands why she did this.

After all, Rong Sang is good to everyone.

The wind carries the rain, and the rain is earth-scented water, splashing here and there.

There are blue stones on that street, and there is also a tea shop with lights on. The road is empty, and the most lively thing is the white, noisy water nest.

There is no princess Rong, and no painter.

Jianting is warm and humid, and the four seasons are like spring.

Qu Yao fell asleep on the couch, her dream was shrouded in white mist, it was the grand ceremony that day, the golden and red queen's wedding dress, and the forest closest to Wuyuan Gate with fluttering maple leaves.

It was also Qu Fangli, it was Chen Bizhen, it was Zhong Huashu, it was Chen Yiyi...

It's Chen Zhangqin.

Fish can no longer be raised outside in winter.

After all, those pools remained as they were, and Chen Bizhen tried to build new ones, but they were not completed.

He hasn't really returned to be emperor yet, but Chen Bizhen is already very busy. Chen Taoshao has entrusted him with many important matters, and when he is too busy, he will stay in the palace.The place where he lives is Linjiao Terrace. Chen Bizhen himself likes Linjiao Terrace. Standing on that high place, he always thinks of the most dangerous things, the once fallen Qianling, Yaotai, and that long and sad winter day.

I also think of Yan Xiu.

"The sky is wide at Linjiao Terrace, and you can touch the moon with your hands." Sighing aloud, it is nostalgia and relief, it is too hasty and cruel growth.

Zhu Younian was at the side, and suddenly asked: "My lord, what wine are you preparing for tonight?"

"Let them watch and do it, the most important thing is to clean the room," Chen Bizhen put on a cloak, covered the stove, and looked at the pale and thin snow between the sky and the earth, he said, "You should know, maybe I didn't know that at that time." Might come back."

The servant who came up brought an urgent letter, Zhu Younian took it and said, "Master, the letter from Princess Xiangtang came from Xikong."

There were still slight indentations on the envelope, and the edges were slightly frizzy, so one could tell it was something that came rushing.The western sky is far away, and it is extremely difficult to get a letter. Chen Bizhen opened the letter paper, it was beige paper sprinkled with gold, and on it was Chen Xianyuan's words.

She wrote: ... My brother Biying, I heard that you returned to Beijing, and now it is winter, and I still remember that there were many rumors after you took the Zen throne.When the western sky is extremely cold, there is snow flying on the grass, four beasts come and go, the strong wind blows, and the galloping horses are silent. I have been safe and healthy recently, and my home and middle school are generally stable. Tonight, thinking carefully, I write this letter to ask you about your health.After spring comes and summer warms up, I will go home and greet you. I hope you take care of yourself. If you have free time, you can come to Xikong to visit and travel...

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the scenery at the Linjiao Terrace is vast, majestic, and revealing the thinness that is about to peel off.

The lamp was lit, and it became dark everywhere, and there was not even half a moon in the cloudy sky. Yan Xiu borrowed the light from the lantern in Chen Bizhen's hand to see a new finger in his hand. He suddenly felt a little helpless, and his face was numb from the cold up.

Said, "Go in, the wind is strong."

The flames inside the lantern flickered a little fast, Chen Bizhen raised his chin and said, "If you don't go in, you need to see the snow."

"It's getting dark, I can't see anything," Yan Xiu knew that Chen Bizhen was a bit cold, so he was very persistent in going back to the room. He pulled Chen Bizhen's sleeves, dragged him in, and said as he walked, "If you are sick It’s so heavy, how uncomfortable, you can’t even get out of the door, you can only keep it.”

"This kind of ailment."

A gust of cold wind blew just now, and Chen Bizhen's snot was about to hang down. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

After entering the room and closing the door, Yan Xiu sat down leisurely, he couldn't drink the wine, so he sent someone to take it down, and took two bowls of astragalus and mulberry tea, which were hot.

"Drink, this is what you should drink." Yan Xiu ordered.

Chen Bizhen picked it up and sniffed it twice, the smirk on his face faded away, he wrinkled his nose, and took two mouthfuls, but it was too hot, so he could only put it down, and asked, "Do you still think I'm naughty?"

Before the question was finished, Chen Bizhen laughed by himself.

"No," Yan Xiu suppressed his faint smile. He sipped his tea, and suddenly became serious. After a long while, he said, "Sometimes I dare not look at you because I feel sorry for you."

He seemed embarrassed. He pretended to be indifferent after saying this, but he wanted to look down for something to do. He had nothing to do, so he stood up, took off his cloak, and then his outer robe. In the end, he only left the undershirt on his body, thin and thin. A light blue dress.

Yan Xiu couldn't come to Chongcheng, he didn't know what happened to him, a lot of time had passed, but when he came here, he still remembered everything that Chen Bizhen had experienced.

Perhaps, Chen Bizhen didn't feel so pitiful at all.

Yan Xiu's eyes were red, he clenched his teeth, he took a deep breath, and the breath burst down with tears again.

I couldn't help crying, but I couldn't help but feel sad.

Yan Xiu stood like that, not knowing what to do or where to look, he faced the curtain near the bed, his thoughts drifted away, and he let out another breath.

"Don't be like this, don't be like this," Chen Bizhen came up like a clingy child, hugged Yan Xiu, and coaxed him, "Don't be like this, or I won't dare to bring you in from now on."

Yan Xiu's eyes were closed, and his arms were folded upwards, grabbing Chen Butian's shoulder bones.

"Think about it, I will continue to do what belongs to me in the future. I know that not everyone wants to be an emperor. My brother has helped me so much. I can't force him to be a monarch here. I have already You are not a child anymore, do you have to live here in the future? You have to stay with me. "

Yan Xiu buried his face. After all, he couldn't find the indifferent and calm self. He naturally accepted Chen Bizhen's kiss. They didn't drink alcohol, but the soles of their feet felt weak.

The warm tent fell, and the heavy snow outside also fell.

The cold winter in Yaotai is also not easy to mess with.

Spring is gradually ushering in, but the snow is still lingering.

Jiang Niao brought a knife, and Mei Ji Bo walked in front. The two of them stepped on a snow that had melted away. Jiang Niao was able to speak poor foreign languages. She suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Mei Ji Bo's sleeve, saying: " Look at that man."

Mei Jibo turned around and stopped, she held onto Jiangniao's hand tightly.

The sun was bright. There was a low building on the side of the road. Behind the railing on the second floor was a man in white, playing the piano.

""Gu Yuyin"...Qi Ziren."

Mei Jibo seemed to want to run away, but she didn't run away after thinking about it. She looked into the man's eyes, and saw a calm and clear expression in that expression. But he doesn't seem to know her.

The waking of insects has not yet arrived, and the valley rain is far away.

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