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Ye Shengzi personally led the people in, walked around several corridors, and passed several yards.

The rain started to fall again, it was extremely fine, like fog, with a feeling of floating in nothingness, Ye Shengzi was in front, leaving only Yanyou's back in gray and white clothes, he walked slowly, said: "I have not Tell others about Tan Qing. She was on the Fuzui Cliff that day and wanted to commit suicide, but she was stopped by the woodcutter. Later, a disciple who entered the mountain brought her back. I had already persuaded her, but She took the poisonous weed, and since then her spiritual consciousness has been frustrated, and although she saved her life, she has not woken up for a long time and needs the care of others."

After all these are finished, Xiao Tanqing's residence will arrive soon. It is an extremely quiet place in Chutongxuan. It was originally used to receive distinguished guests. Yan You followed Ye Shengzi up the stairs, and the female disciple guarding the door While reading, she got up and greeted Ye Shengzi, then opened the door.

The inside is not dark and depressing at all, a clear stream can be seen from the rear window, and the trees are not too many, so there are fewer mosquitoes and more ventilation when it is hot.

"This is Dezhe from Yongzhou. She is willing to take care of Tanqing, so I will waive her admission fee." Ye Shengzi introduced the disciples beside him.

The apprentice was born upright, and the earrings were two pieces of dripping sapphire. It looked like she might be a young lady in the mansion. Yan You bowed to her and said, "I am Yan Gengsheng, thank you for taking care of her."

"My lord, you don't need to see outsiders." Knowing that they had something important to talk about, Dezhe bowed his knees and left. Ye Shengzi also went out without saying anything more.

Xiao Tanqing was dressed cleanly and neatly, and she would still open her eyes when she was just lying there. She couldn't speak or move, but when she looked at Yan You's face, she kept staring, and her eyes turned red.

She closed her eyes.

Yan You changed into a light-colored dress with wide sleeves. He squatted beside the bed, then knelt down, and said, "You should blame me, not yourself. I went to Maple Valley. Tanqing is very cute. She Already six years old, can talk."

Naturally, Xiao Tanqing could understand, she opened her eyes again, her cheeks trembled a little, and her tears flowed down a lot.

"I did something wrong, but I didn't tell you. I almost killed Chen Liuyuan, and then I left you and Kongqing because I wanted to escape. I have always been stubborn. I never felt that I was wrong. I only realized later. I should be thinking about you, the accumulation of hatred will never end..."

The end of the words was submerged under sobs, Yan You's hand touched Xiao Tanqing's cheek, he didn't dare to touch her too hard, so he just touched her and then stopped, he said: "If you want to get better, even if you don't want to If you see me, you must also meet Kong Qing, you like her so much."

The rain was still as silky, and it continued to fall until evening, when candle lights were lit in the house, Yan You was sitting by the bed.

Some off-white cold light came through the window.

Xiao Tanqing fell asleep. Her slender hands had been working since she was a child, so they were not too delicate. When she was a child, she had to think about obedience and how to take care of others.

Now, everything about her is still under the control of others, but it seems to be different, because she and Yan You are equal, unsupported, and can be abandoned at any time.

But he didn't want to give up.

Yan You wore the old clothes that were placed here, and the stitch patterns on it were all from Xiao Tanqing. After all, she was a kind person. Once, a long time ago, Yan Xiu was the person she imagined to marry.

Ke Yanyou is her only little son who will always take care of him first.

In the autumn of Yaohe 58, Xiao Tanqing left the bloody Yangjing with his three-year-old in his arms, and arrived here.

A few years, after being taught by Qin Jiang and advised by Yan Xiu, Lin Hongruo, who improved her medical skills, finally joined the Imperial Medical Office.

Wearing blue and white clothes, with her hair tied up simply, she came out from Chongcheng, and was going to the newly purchased house at home.

The warm sun has turned into the unique red in the evening, and the light is shining gently everywhere. Autumn is here, and the wind is cool, but it is not cold at all, which is the most comfortable.

Lin Hongruo was carrying the cloth bag containing the medical books and booklets in one hand, and was playing with the jade pendant around her waist with the other. When she reached an empty alley, she saw a gray figure flashing past in the distance.

Confused, Lin Hongruo wanted to continue moving forward, she shifted her pace, thinking whether she had encountered a robber or a thief.

But when I lowered my head again, I found something wrapped in white silk on the ground, a corner of the silk was blown up by the wind, and inside was a white lacquered and blue-patterned incense powder box, which was exquisitely made, probably something from the foreign government from Yaotai. .

Lin Hongruo picked it up carefully, and turned the box over. There were two words conspicuously on it, which were beautiful and neat: Hongruo.

There were two pedestrians around, but it seemed that they had nothing to do with this powder box. Lin Hongruo walked forward, and she gradually started to trot, turned at the end of the alley, and went to the place where the figure had just gone.

She knew that it was Zhong Qingming.

Zhong Qingming was hiding behind a low water tank in the corner. He caught sight of Lin Hongruo's gaze and turned his face away. He stood up suddenly and wanted to run away, but fell down in embarrassment.

Lin Hongruo was also panting from exhaustion. She stood, looked at the person lying on the ground, and asked coldly, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Zhong Qingming did not speak.

If you look closely, you will know that the powder box is not new. I don't know how long it has been since I bought it. The edges of the lettering have changed from frizzy to rounded. It must be in Zhong Qingming's hands, and he is always hesitating.

After three years of hesitation.

The wind stirred up Lin Hongruo's hair, she bent down, put the compact in Zhong Qingming's hand, and walked away without saying a word to him.

Facing the wind, Lin Hongruo only left a beautiful back, her shadow was stretched very long, following her, walking in the sunset.

Zhong Qingming stretched out his hand and grabbed the powder box on the ground, his eyes lost sight.

The shadow stopped, so did Lin Hongruo, she was not far away, her back was facing the direction where Zhong Qingming was.

Suddenly, he raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose.

Let the burst of tears fall...

Earlier, when Chen Taoshao and his family moved away, Huaiqing Palace, where the empress should live, became vacant again. Chen Bizhen always came here recently, because he liked the sour jujube tree. The tree is very tall, its branches and leaves are flourishing now, and it bears red half-dried fruits. Standing with his hands behind his back, Chen Bichen pointed to the tips of the branches and leaves, and told the young guards: "There, I want everything."

So he chopped off the fruits, branches and leaves, Chen Yiyi held them up, and easily climbed onto the gray marble railing, and sat on it with his legs hanging down.

Yan Xiu just came, and stood not far away for a while, then came over, he took a short shirt, stepped forward, and put it on for Chen Bizhen.

There were not many servants guarding them, so it would be more leisurely. Chen Bizhen threw up the small red fruits and opened his mouth to pick them up. He turned around, smiled at Yan Xiu, and said, "I'm not cold."

"You are cold."

"Come," Chen Bizhen pointed to the railing and said, "Come up and sit down too."

While talking on his lips, his arms wrapped around Yan Xiu's waist. Yan Xiu was worried that he would not sit properly, so he stood up straight and did not dare to move.

After a while, Chen Bizhen let go of his arms and said again: "Come, sit down."

Sure enough, Yan Xiu was not bragging about being good at climbing over walls. He stretched his legs diagonally and sat up effortlessly.

The two were side by side, under the sour jujube tree, in the setting sun that was gradually getting thicker.

"Tell me what you like to hear. I might go to Fushan next year." Chen Bizhen leaned closer, breathing heavily on Yan Xiu's ears. He was a little mysterious, and said, "You can go with me too."

"What are you going to do?" Yan Xiu asked him very gently.

Chen Bizhen said: "I understand the feelings of the people. I always go for a walk, and I won't let too many people know about it. Besides, after so many years, you must miss it too."

Chen Bizhen is now in his twenties and fourteens, and he is the most vigorous, healthy, and upright. His face is fresh and delicate, but his temper has been restrained a little, and he has changed a lot of his stubbornness in his youth.

He came up and pecked Yan Xiu's face.

Yan Xiu stared at him, made an unpleasant expression on purpose, then smiled lightly, and put a kiss on Chen Bizhen's lips.

After finishing, Yan Xiu licked the corner of his mouth and said, "It's a little sour."

"It's sour." Chen Bizhen gnawed the small dates on his fingertips and blew out the core, picked a few dates from the branches, handed them to Yan Xiu, and asked him, "Do you know why I always come here? "

"Greedy." Yan Xiu frowned after tasting one.

But Chen Bizhen shook his head and said, "Of course not, I'm not that greedy, because the first time I saw you was in Huaiqing Palace."

It was too long ago, think about it, even need time to reconstruct the scene at that time, Yan Xiu was a little stunned, at that time he would never have thought that Chen Bizhen would be the person he would like for a long time

"You were pretending to be cold back then. I thought you didn't like to talk, and thought you were taciturn. In the end, you were just like a child."

But Chen Bizhen defended: "I was originally a child at that time."

Yan Xiu said in a low voice, "How can we talk about being so old-fashioned? We are only in our twenties now. This should be something we talk about in our later years."

Chen Bizhen laughed, but he didn't know what he was laughing at.

Chongcheng is no longer the old Chongcheng. There are so many people who are not here, and new people come in. In the past, there were more or less beautiful mistresses in the harem, but now, there is no one in the harem.

Yan Xiu would still ask seriously: "Then, who should the throne be given to? How to revise the history books? You may be infamous in the future."

But Chen Bichen retorted after laughing, saying: "If I die, why do I care about those things, which prince's child the throne will be handed over to, what happened in the history books, and the infamy is there, that's all."

"I used to think that Chongcheng was lively, but now I feel cold. Perhaps it was because I watched your life from the sidelines, but now, I am in it." Yan Xiu knew that it was getting dark.

Chen Bizhen was biting a jujube on his lips, he leaned forward and fed it into Yan Xiu's mouth, saying: "You are already mine."

After a pause, "I'm yours now."

The words were soothing, one should not be too relaxed while sitting on the railing, Yan Xiu looked at Chen Bizhen with a smile in his eyes.

"What are you laughing at?"

Yan Xiu just shook his head.

"Are you still in disbelief—"

"No," Yan Xiu was silent for a while, but he still couldn't help laughing. He pinched Chen Bichen's cheek and called him, "Little tyrant."

Chen Bizhen covered his sour cheeks, his teeth were sore, and his eye sockets were even more sore. Turning around, he fell off the railing and stood up, stretching out his hand to hold Yanxiu.

Yan Xiu squeezed his forearm and jumped down.

"Go over there." Yan Xiu took Chen Bizhen away, stretched out his hand, pushed the small door at the end of the corridor, came to a secluded place with no fun, and said nothing.

There was a smile in Yan Xiu's eyes, but there was no smile on his face. His back was leaning against the brick wall, and he raised his arm, casually resting on Chen Bizhen's shoulder.

The red halo fell, and the sky turned a deep blue. Soon, it was going to be dark.

In front of Yan Xiu's eyes, Chen Bizhen's handsome outline became blurred, and the moment his breath ignited, his lips and teeth became closer and clinging to each other.

Next comes collision and entanglement.

Everyone should forget this moment later, so that they can enjoy the moment more, and they can ignore everything. There is an indistinct bass in the throat, and the collar of the clothes is a little loose.

Colorful cloth and embroidery thread, as well as masonry flowers and plants, and the setting sun.

It is a complex, colorful and harmonious scene.

What should I do?No one really knows what to do after love. In fact, love is the beginning of no boundaries. There are no rules, no rules, no thinking, there will be no perfection, and we can't wait to discuss.

As night fell and the palace lanterns came on, Chongcheng seemed to be more lively at night, with more lights, it seemed that there were more people at dinner time.

There are endless things, and there are endless words. The article started from the topic, and after several twists and turns, there were twists and turns, and it ends here.

I wrote "Breaking Through the Huanxi Sand·Autumn Evening" to conclude my thoughts on this book.

say--

Changchun Baishui Yingge.Cigarettes have passed under the old palace boots.The virtual lamp warms the fire and thinks about spring, hiding in the tent.

Shantou mercury tide changes boats and vehicles.Sitting in the mist wash sword ridge.Huai Qingqiu holds the fruit in the late autumn, and the setting sun is hot.

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