fleeting photos

"It's already midnight, Your Majesty really wants to go to Xie Sizheng and disturb her rest?"

Qingshi waited on Jiang Zhao to change her clothes and do a new hairstyle for her, and asked in a low voice in her ear.

Jiang Zhao was not very drunk at first, but now he was sober for three minutes, and he was able to think normally.

She looked at herself in the mirror, frowned and said: "I don't know why, I always want to see her, if I don't see her, I won't be able to sleep."

Qing Shi sighed: "Perhaps she is going to leave the palace, His Majesty is still reluctant."

Jiang Zhao pursed her thin lips, noncommittal.

After tidying up her hair, Qing Shi said: "It's deeper and heavier, Your Majesty has to come back soon."

"I know." Jiang Zhao obediently agreed.

Still taking the trail, all the way to the place where Xie Jin lived, Jiang Zhao had a gold medal on his body, although it was already late at night, walking wantonly in the palace, he was not afraid of being spotted and interrogated by the patrolling guards.

Arriving at the remote small courtyard where Xie Jin lived, I thought she and Xu Yiren should have rested by now, but heard some faint movements in the courtyard, Jiang Zhao listened closely to make sure he heard correctly.

She frowned slightly, reached out and knocked on the wooden door.

"Who is it?" Xu Yiren's voice asked.

Jiang Zhao cleared his throat and said loudly, "Sister Yiren, I'm Ah Zhao."

As soon as the words fell, after waiting for a moment, the wooden door opened from the inside, revealing Xu Yiren's helpless face.

"Why are you here so late?" Xu Yiren asked, before Jiang Zhao answered, he said to himself, "It's just in time, come and persuade your sister."

"What's wrong, Sister?" Jiang Zhao suddenly panicked, walked around Xu Yiren and walked into the yard.

Xu Yiren explained behind her: "It's that Yuan Qi, for some reason, he was on good terms with Jinniang a few days ago, and suddenly he's going to marry someone else. It's really a shame."

After listening to it, Jiang Zhao understood what was going on.

Her eyes were full of Xie Jin who was drinking wine on the stone table, she saw that she was gentle and virtuous in the past, the most polite sister, but now she has completely lost her manners, leaning on the stone table with one hand, holding the wine glass in the other, her face is bright red .

"Sister."

Jiang Zhao murmured, the man seemed to notice something, and looked up at her.

Those eyes that had given her countless tender feelings, accompanied her through the most difficult moments, and appeared countless times in her dreams, were filled with tears at this moment, and when they saw her, they fell straight down.

Xie Jin let go of her hand, and the wine glass fell to the ground. Her eyes were red with tears, and her mouth moved slightly.

Jiang Zhao saw clearly that she was calling her.

Ah Zhao.

At this time, Jiang Zhao had to admit her despicableness. Ever since her uncle asked for the marriage, she was first furious at Yuan Qi's betrayal, and then she secretly felt a little happy.

She never wanted Xie Jin to marry someone else, and she didn't even want others to give her happiness.

But seeing Xie Jin's tears streaming down his face now, Jiang Zhao's heart felt as if a knife had been twisted, and he was extremely remorseful. He shouldn't have made the marriage decree, and he shouldn't be happy because of it.

She moved forward steadily, half-kneeling in front of Xie Jin, and wiped away the winding tears on her face with her sleeves.

"Sister, don't cry." Jiang Zhao gently brushed Xie Jin's slender eyelashes soaked in tears with his fingertips, and whispered: "I will take him back for you, so that he can only marry you, OK?"

Xie Jin's face was numb, as if he was thinking about what she meant, Jiang Zhao pressed his forehead against her forehead and rubbed it lightly a few times, earnestly promised: "As long as you want, I will give you one by one. Come to me."

Her voice was soft and slowly drifted into Xie Jin's ears. Xie Jin closed his eyes and finally understood what she meant.

"Azhao." Xie Jin put his arms around her neck and shook his head slightly.

"It's not that I insist on him. It's not that I can't accept that he wants to marry someone else."

No one can understand Yuan Qi's position in his heart better than Xie Jin. Although he has a place, it doesn't mean anything.

Eight years in the palace, after a certain age, Xie Jin doesn't care much about the love between children.

It's just that after all, she has given her affection and is even ready to marry him. Xie Jin is not really a heartless person. She can accept it and quit willingly, but it is really sad.

She didn't want to say these words to Jiang Zhao.

That pair of watery peach blossom eyes were full of worries about herself, Xie Jin could even take advantage of the candlelight to see a gray reflection, which was herself.

"Silly photo."

Xie Jin no longer wanted to shed tears, and the grievances in his heart that could not be relieved and could only be drowned in alcohol seemed to have disappeared the moment he saw Ah Zhao.

Perhaps what Ah Zhao said that day was not a joke.

She was full of heart and eyes, and she was indeed pretending to be Xie Jin.

Such Ah Zhao, after she leaves the palace, will be alone in the deep palace.

Xie Jin couldn't think anymore, dizzy and heartbroken.

She put her arms around Jiang Zhao's neck, buried her face in the socket of her neck, and took a few deep breaths in a row to suppress the almost uncontrollable sobs.

There are two kinds of smells on Jiang Zhao, one is gentle and delicate floral fragrance, which is probably from some kind of bath incense, and the other is faint ambergris, which is probably gradually contaminated by serving in front of the imperial court.

The combination of these two flavors does not appear abrupt, but is rich and long-lasting, giving a sense of security.

Xie Jin tightened his arms subconsciously, and Jiang Zhao half knelt on the ground, maintaining an awkward posture, feeling uncomfortable being hugged by her, even though he was very reluctant to part with it, he had to move his body.

The movement was noticed by Xie Jin, and the strength on his neck suddenly loosened.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Zhao stood up and bent down, pulled Xie Jin with one arm around his head, and hooked her leg with the other hand, and with a little force, he hugged her up.

Xie Jin let out a low cry and landed firmly in her arms.

Jiang Zhao turned to look at Xu Yiren who had been silent all this time, and said apologetically, "Sister Yiren, I'll take sister back to the room first."

Xu Yiren naturally wouldn't argue with her, waved his hand and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to boil some hot water."

"Thank you, Sister Yiren." Jiang Zhao nodded slightly at her.

Holding Xie Jin in his arms, he walked to the door of the room, kicked the door open with his toes, and walked in steadily.

Xie Jin was a little drunk after all, if she was on weekdays, she would not be so obedient to let others hug her.

But Jiang Zhao, who had also drank alcohol, felt extra sober at this moment.

She walked around the screen and gently placed Xie Jin on the bed. Xie Jin seemed to be particularly attached to the smell of her body, and put his arms around her neck, unwilling to let go.

"Sister." Jiang Zhao said with a helpless smile, "I'll get you a glass of water."

Xie Jin said, "I don't want to drink water."

The scent of daughters and wine on her body merged together, and wafted straight into Jiang Zhao's nose. She didn't feel anything outside just now, but when she entered this square inch, Jiang Zhao couldn't control it.

The tips of her ears were red, and she carefully grabbed Xie Jin's hand from her neck. Xie Jin was struggling to hug her again, but Jiang Zhao clasped her fingers tightly with his backhand, making her unable to move.

"Azhao." Xie Jin's eyes were red, and he looked at her aggrieved.

Jiang Zhao's throat moved, and he said in a low voice, "It's late at night, it's time for Sister to rest."

Xie Jin curled his lips, probably seeing her resolute attitude, so he stopped bothering her and closed his eyes directly.

Jiang Zhao slowly let go of her hand, first took off her shoes and socks, so that she could lie on the bed more comfortably, then went outside to pour a cup of tea, although there was no heat, but now the weather is getting warmer, Drink some cold tea to sober up, but you won't get sick.

She helped Xie Jin up and gave him two sips of water, seeing that although she drank obediently, her eyes were still closed tightly, as if she was angry with someone, she was really cute.

Jiang Zhao silently raised the corners of his mouth, feeling very soft in his heart.

After all, it was late at night, Xie Jin drank again, closed his eyes for a long time, and fell asleep half asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, it seemed like a moment, and it seemed like I had a big dream.

Jiang Zhao poured the hot water that Xu Yiren had boiled from the kitchen, warmed it with cold water, dipped it in a handkerchief and wiped Xie Jin's face.

Xie Jin was disturbed, half opened her eyes, and reached out to push her hand holding the veil.

During the years when Jiang Zhao suffered the most, she was only self-reliant and never served anyone. She thought that Xie Jin was hurt by her clumsy hands, so she followed her strength and took her hands back.

Xie Jin opened his eyelids and looked at her quietly.

"Sister?" Jiang Zhao called her.

Xie Jin responded, and suddenly asked: "The sky outside the palace is high and the sea is wide, and the wonders of the north and south of the Yangtze River, don't you want to take a look?"

Jiang Zhao froze for a moment, pursed his thin lips slightly, and said seriously: "I thought about it. But I have been in the palace for several years, and I have long been used to such a step-by-step life, and I don't want to change it anymore."

Xie Jin said: "This should not be your idea."

She stretched out her hand, and Jiang Zhao consciously moved closer, stroking her face with her slightly cool palm.

"Azhao, you are still young, and you don't know how long the years will be in the future." Xie Jin said: "If you want, I went to the border to find family members. When you leave the palace, I will come to pick you up personally, okay?"

Jiang Zhao's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.

Xie Jin propped himself up and sat up, only feeling dizzy, and only after a while did he come to his senses.

"you are not willing?"

Jiang Zhao just shook his head.

"Then promise me, I will do what I say."

Jiang Zhao still shook his head.

The clay figurine should also be angry, Xie Jin stretched out his hand to hold his forehead, and felt his veins throbbing.

"I'm going to rest, you go back."

"Sister..."

Xie Jin took off his outer shirt indiscriminately, revealing his pure white undershirt, wrapped himself in a quilt and lay down, apparently unwilling to talk to her again.

Jiang Zhao stood in front of her bed for a while, the candlelight was dim, covering her expression tightly.

Now the night is dark, and I don't know how many days it is.

Jiang Zhao had a thin back, stood in front of the bed for a long time, turned around and blew out the lonely lamp by the bed, glanced at the bed reluctantly, and finally stepped on the moonlight leaking in from the window, and walked out slowly. Room.

After closing the door, Jiang Zhao turned around and saw Xu Yiren standing not far away looking at her.

She felt guilty for no reason, hesitated for a while, approached and whispered: "Why doesn't Sister Yiren rest?"

Xu Yiren said: "Of course I want to send you out."

Jiang Zhao nodded slightly at her, and said, "Sister Yi Ren, please."

The two of them walked to the gate of the courtyard one after the other, and Jiang Zhao stopped, with hesitation on his face.

Xu Yiren didn't rush her either, and leaned against the door with folded arms, waiting for her to speak.

Jiang Zhao said: "Sister is drunk, Tianming may not be able to get up, I hope sister Yiren will ask Liu Gongzheng for leave for her."

She spoke apologetically, as if a little embarrassed.

Xu Yiren didn't speak, but just looked at her with a bright look of inquiry in his eyes.

Jiang Zhao looked awkward at her, and asked tentatively, "Sister Yiren?"

Xu Yiren smiled lightly and said, "Azhao, you know that my family is in decline. I entered the palace at the age of nine. I have never experienced hardships because of being with my master, but I have seen all kinds of people."

Her tone was soft, seemingly careless, but she clearly meant something.

"Sister Yiren wants to say something to me, so why beat around the bush?"

"Okay, let me ask you."

Xu Yiren stood up straight, the smile on his face faded, and he asked very seriously, "Do you have any plans for Jinniang?"

Jiang Zhao's eyebrows twitched, avoiding her gaze, and said nothing.

He neither admitted nor denied it, but Xu Yiren already understood it.

"It's been a long time in this palace, and the people in the palace are so lonely. Although the relationship between women is not common, I have seen many."

Xu Yiren said indifferently: "Even if it's dark under the lights, it's also because I didn't get along with you very much, but I didn't realize your affection for her until now. Ah Zhao, where did you start, and you actually have an admiration for your elder sister?" Heart?"

Jiang Zhao lowered his eyebrows, did not deny anything, but said: "I don't know the origin of the love, it goes deeper and deeper.

"

Xu Yiren wanted to say something else, but seeing Jiang Zhao's pale face, no pain, no sorrow, and no waves, it was obvious that she had plans in mind, and there was no need for her to persuade her to say anything.

"Azhao." Xu Yiren sighed, and could only say, "You... just do it yourself."

"Thank you, Elder Sister Yiren, for your warning." Jiang Zhao clasped his hands together, bowed to her, and said solemnly, "I also hope that Elder Sister will keep it a secret for me. This matter is my obsession alone, and I don't want to make her troubled."

Xu Yiren nodded, agreeing.

Jiang Zhao thanked her again, looked back at the courtyard, and left.