The 108th abuse of the little phoenix of glass

When autumn comes, the minister proposes to go hunting in autumn, and Jing Yuan readily agrees.

The maple leaves in Fengshuangyuan are in full swing, like clouds and brocades, spreading from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Surrounded by the ministers, Jingyuan shot and killed several hares, which won cheers and applause.

A minister flattered: "Your Majesty's riding and archery skills are really outstanding, and they are not inferior to all the men present. I don't know who your Majesty's teacher is, so I should bring some experience to the ministers."

her teacher?

A clear and hearty laughter sounded in Jingyuan's ear: "Fool, when holding the bow, eyes should look straight ahead, shoulders should naturally sink, and breathing should be adjusted... Yes, that's it, Jingyuan is so smart."

She turned her head, and in the bright sunlight, she saw his light eyebrows and low smile.

So clear, as if right in front of your eyes.

She instinctively stretched out her hand, wanting to grab that man into her arms, but she only held her hands empty.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! What's the matter with you?"

Jing Yuan's face was so ugly that the minister was terrified, he was really afraid that the horse's ass would be slapped on the horse's leg.

"It's nothing, I just feel tired all of a sudden, and I want to go back to rest for a while. My dear friends, go ahead."

At this time, not far away, a young man in a stone-blue hunting suit galloped down the hillside on a black horse, his jet-black hair was all pulled into a golden crown, and his spirit was flying high.

His horse ran under a big tree and stopped suddenly.It was because there was a slender and pretty girl there who stopped him.

The girl didn't know what she said to the boy, and the boy rolled over from his horse and fell, holding the girl tightly in his arms.

After a while, the two parted reluctantly. The young man's fingers touched the young girl's face gently. Even though they were so far apart, they could feel the love between them.

This scene is so similar to myself and Chen Ye many years ago!

Jingyuan clung to the tree trunk next to him, his long nails broke off one by one due to the force, blood spilled from the crack, staining his fingers red.

If he hadn't been blinded by hatred back then.

If back then, I would have listened to the song "Feng Qiuhuang" with all my heart...

Will their endings be completely different?

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and Jing Yuan fell softly to the ground.

A few days after recovering from her illness, Jingyuan announced that she would be dismissed from court for three months and moved back to her former boudoir—Xinwang Mansion to live in.

Since Chen Ye's death, no one has taken care of the Prince Xin's Mansion, and it has long been overgrown with weeds, desolate and desolate.

Jingyuan bought back many girls and servants, and instructed them to buy and sweep, plant flowers and trees every day.She was sitting in the counting room, beating the abacus beads smoothly, and carefully recording every expenditure and income. She was so busy that she completely forgot about the important affairs of her family and country.It seems that she is just an ordinary housewife in Xinwang's Mansion, who spends every day planning every day just to get a compliment from her husband.

The ministers were so anxious that they almost kowtowed to her at the gate of Prince Xin's Mansion, but she also refused to see her.

When tidying up Chen Ye's room, the servants found a sandalwood box with a copper lock in the darkroom of Duobao Pavilion. It seemed that King Xin valued it very much.The servants did not dare to make decisions without authorization, and presented them to Jingyuan.

Jingyuan found a locksmith and opened the sandalwood box.

Gently lift the cover, the first thing that catches the eye is a neatly stacked pink headband inlaid with pearls.

Further down is a broken and repaired windmill, a smiling face doll made of mud, and a rhino horn comb with two broken teeth...

Everything was something that she would destroy in a willful way when she was a child, and was carefully treasured by him.

"Brother Ye, brother Ye..."

In an empty and deserted room, a disfigured woman who had long been tortured by insomnia was holding a wooden box and weeping bitterly, hoarsely.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the leaves on the trees turn from emerald green to withered yellow, and then fall away one by one under the howling autumn wind.

On this day, Jingyuan ordered his servants to cut out strings of light purple and white sycamore flowers from brocade, and hang them all over the treetops.

As night fell, the lanterns of Prince Xin's Mansion lit up one by one.Jingyuan, dressed in white, wins the snow, sits under the phoenix tree, and plays a song called Fengqiuhuang.

Once, he held a sincere heart in front of her with both hands, but she abandoned him like a scrap of paper.

Now, that sincerity has long since fallen into mud with time, but she carefully picked it up bit by bit and hid it in her heart.

"Your Majesty, stop painting and take a rest. How can your body bear it if you paint all day and night?"

The court lady put on a coat for Jing Yuan, and comforted him sadly.

The woman sitting in front of the table was as thin as a stick, with a pointed chin. She covered her mouth with one hand and coughed softly, but her hand holding the paintbrush was always steady, and she traced the person's eyebrows and eyes stroke by stroke: "He refused to enter My dream, I am afraid that if it takes too long, I will forget his appearance. I will draw more while I still remember... Look, he is smiling at me."

The man in the portrait smiled very gently, with water in his eyes, as if he was about to stretch out his arms to hug him in the next moment.

Jingyuan picked up the portrait in satisfaction, walked into the bedroom step by step, spread it on the bed, lay down in the portrait, and pretended that someone really hugged her in his arms.

The walls of the bedroom were covered with portraits of Chen Ye, which were rattled by the breeze blowing outside the window.

It seems that he is everywhere, or angry or angry, or sad or happy.

Every picture is him, engraved in Jingyuan's heart.

Every picture is not him, it is cold, without a trace of warmth.

Jing Yuan sighed contentedly, closed his eyes, and buried his tears in the dark green pillow.

On a cold and windy morning, the maid delivered breakfast to the Empress, but she knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered.In a hurry, she didn't care much, and slammed open the door, only to find that it was already empty.

Along with the empress disappeared, there were portraits of His Highness Xin Wang that filled the room.

Jingyuan was wearing a bright red wedding gown, a phoenix crown and a xiapei, holding a package in his arms, walking alone in the cold wind.

Chen Ye was buried on the top of a mountain.

Jingyuan cleverly avoided the garden guards, slipped to the cemetery, took out a few green bricks that sealed the tomb, and slipped in with his thin body.

Passing through several corridors, the coffin placed on the high platform made of bronze is the person I miss the most.

Jingyuan was as excited as a child, pushing open the coffin lid, throwing out the buried jewels and jades, muttering: "These things are so annoying, I can't let me take a good look at you. Brother Ye, you are too bad. Jingyuan was waiting for you to come to see me every day, but you never came. Jingyuan couldn't wait for you, so he had to wrong himself to come to see you."

Her voice was delicate and sweet, with deep complaints, but there was a smile on her face.It seemed that the person lying inside was the lover who had promised her but broke his promise.

"Brother Ye, do you know how I got in? I deliberately made a few green bricks to seal the tomb, and didn't let them put nails in the coffin. I must have known at that time that I would definitely come to accompany you in the future, So plan ahead. Do you think I'm smart?"

She giggled a few times, and waited triumphantly for someone to praise her, but there was only silence in response to her.

Jing Yuan pouted, with a hint of grievance in his expression: "Brother Ye, if you ignore me again, I will be angry."

She threw the last piece of jewelry on the ground, quickly jumped into the coffin, and stared at the man who had been corroded by time and had only a skeleton left.

It turns out that as long as you cherish and cherish, no matter what the other person looks like, they are the most beautiful in your own eyes.

"Brother Ye, you said you wanted to ask me if I would marry you as my wife? I'll tell you now, I would."

Jingyuan's fingers gently stroked the bone, smiling with tears in his eyes: "Look, am I pretty in this wedding dress?"

She opened the package, took out another bright red dress, wrapped it around him, and then took out a stack of thick portraits, pouting and complaining: "Brother Ye, I miss you every day, I miss you so much Just for your portrait. You see how much I have drawn, you should know how much I miss you. Brother Ye, Jingyuan never wants to be separated from you again. "

There was also a silver jug ​​and a wine glass in the package. Jing Yuan filled up the clear wine, squeezed the blood-like Crane Crown Red and threw it in, and drank it with his head raised.

The pain in the abdomen was like a knife, Jingyuan struggled to lie down beside Chen Ye, resting his head on his shoulder, coquettishly: "Brother Ye, Jingyuan is cold and hurts, can you hug me?"

She groped and held his wrist bone with her hand, and let out a long breath: "Brother Ye, I don't want to sit in the boundless loneliness of the country anymore, I just want to be with you. The road to Huangquan is cold and lonely, just wait for me ,OK……"