Drunken Exquisiteness

The autumn night is clear and light, and the moonlight is faintly hung behind the clouds, a faint silence.

The lights in the palace of King Ming had long been lit, except for Ye Tianming, who was imprisoned in the inner courtyard, and all the family members in the palace were guarded in the side hall. The courtyard was silent, and the darkness covered the dull anxiety. Only the emperor's clan outside the palace was responsible for guarding, and occasionally the sound of boots walking was heard.

It was midnight, and there was a slight noise from a secluded side door in the mansion, and one person quietly pushed the door and walked in. The whole body was covered in a black cloak, with a hood covering the whole face, and it was not clear at all.

She almost entered the inner courtyard in a familiar way. The man raised his head slightly, and a looming wind lantern flickered on her pale face. There was a deep silence in her eyes.

Fragrant osmanthus fell all over the ground in the courtyard, and after the wind passed, it was caught in dust.

Day after day, year after year, when the flowers bloom and fragrant, they fall into mud.

The man stopped, seemed to look at the fading garden, and stretched out his hand to push the door open.

The autumn breeze was faint, and as she was involved in the house, the already dim candlelight flickered with the withered leaves.

Ye Tianming was not asleep yet, and his expression was slightly haggard, but when he raised his eyes, a touch of charm was very beautiful in the candlelight. Seeing the person, he was slightly surprised: "Sister-in-law?"

The man put down a food box in her hand and stared at him coldly: "No, it's me." She swept back the hood of the cloak, revealing a thin face, reflected in Ye Tianming's charming eyes. .

Ye Tianming frowned, looked at her, and suddenly his expression changed greatly: "It's you!"

"Yes, it's me." The man sneered slightly, "Are you surprised?"

Ye Tianming's eyes were full of horror: "Impossible, you...impossible!"

"You underestimate Feng's family too much." The man smiled extremely coldly, and took out a jug of wine from his food box. "I didn't expect me to accompany you to drink at the bar today?"

Ye Tianming had calmed down at this time, walked to the side of the case and looked at her again, and finally said two words: "Luan Fei."

Luan Fei picked up the pot and poured wine: "Your Highness."

"No wonder they planned so well, it turned out that it was you." Ye Tianming's eyes flashed with gloomy birds.

"His Royal Highness should have watched me die with his own eyes." Luan Fei's eyes were slightly cold.

"What are you doing here?" Ye Tianming was secretly angry and snorted coldly.

"Come to accompany your highness to drink." Luan Fei took a gentle expression on his face, untied his cloak and threw it aside.

She was dressed in a crimson cloud palace dress, her red dazzling, **** thick and graceful, she was lined with a pretty figure with a flowing cloud skirt, a light tube top, and a long breast, which seemed to be the whole person. With the style of dancing back to the wind, it is confusing.

Luan Fei is holding the wine cup, moving gently step by step, her red lips slightly open: "You are like a cloud in the sky, and you are like a bird in the cloud. You are like the water in a lake, and you are like a flower in the water..."

Ye Tianming's pupils shrank suddenly, listening to her saying: "His Royal Highness, do you remember this "Treading Song" dance. You have seen it on Yan and the stage in this mansion." Voice, faint and resentful.

Ye Tianming seemed to have been caught in nightmare, watching her turn around and dance.

Luan Fei looked back and smiled, with a lingering chill in his smile: "Is it like? Doesn't it look like this dress? I have been watching you two since I was seven. I learned her every move and she walked. , She dances, she frowns, she laughs, just for you to look at me more, don’t you look like it?" The wine cup has been placed in front of Ye Tianming: "Your Highness!"

Qiubo is gentle, it is the whisper of the silk dance that strikes in the heart. Ye Tianming grabbed the wine, poured the wine into his throat, scorching people.

Luan Fei Tuozhan's hand brought a faint fragrance, and Luo Xiu slid down, revealing Yu Bai's wrist. Ye Tianming's eyes seemed to jump over the hot fireworks, grabbed her like crazy, and kissed her fiercely.

The red lips were soft and light: "Dance!" He whispered, but there was a sharp pain on his lips, and blood flowed instantly.

Ye Tianming let go abruptly and backed away, and the hatred in those eyes that turned into a sharp knife seemed to cut him through every inch.

"Very similar, isn't it?" Luan Fei asked again.

Ye Tianming’s mouth was filled with blood, and his eyes were frantic. He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Haha, haha...like, it’s too much, but it’s not a dance, never, you’re Fengluan. Fly! Slim Dance is dead, so **** you! Why are you still alive!"

"Because you said that you live and die with me, and share prosperity and wealth." Luan Fei stretched out his hand to slowly wipe the blood on his lips, and raised his hand under the lamp to examine it carefully, "If I die, how can you live? You? If I live, how can I die?"

The blood between the lips set Ye Tianming's long slender eyes to make a strange look: "Well, it's Feng Luanfei, so you can never be a dance!"

"How does it feel to be framed?" Luan Fei asked coldly, "Betrayed by the people around me, I will have nothing."

Ye Tianming was angry in his heart, but suddenly he was dizzy: "You..." He staggered and helped the long case: "What did you drink for me?"

Luan Fei smiled: "You should be very familiar with it.

Ye Tianming was stunned, as if he heard something very funny, he couldn't help but laughed out: "You should use poison! I've lived enough for a long time, and the fiber dance is dead, so how am I alive?"

He shook his body, and the figure in front of him became more and more blurred, but it became so familiar. The red dress is fluttering, light singing and long dancing, Yulou feasting in the shadows, in the March New Year of Shangyang, the wind is warm, the flowers are beautiful, and the crests are strange.

"Slim Dance..."

Luan Fei quietly watched Ye Tianming fall, tears falling from the corners of his eyes: "I have loved you for a lifetime, and I have been waiting for you for a lifetime. In the end, what you think and love is still dancing. She knelt down and stretched out her hand to touch Ye Tianming's face: "But now, you can only be with me. We will pay off the debt together. When I see Xianwu, I will return you to her."

She held on to the indeterminate candlelight and slowly drew across the screens and window curtains. The bright red dance clothes brought out a decisive demeanor in the sudden bright flame.

When the fire started to rise, she filled the glass used by Ye Tianming, drank it in her hands, and said softly: "I often come to the night to get drunk, dance under the moon, rouge and jade muscle snow, fragrance of lips and teeth, and a lot of music. In the spring courtyard, the horizontal waves are beautiful and the bright clouds are bright, and the peony skirt is flying lightly, and you can see the king by the water.

In the autumn night, the wind was high and the flames flew long, finally reflecting the sky of Shangjiufang.

In the autumn of the twenty-sixth year of Shengwu, King Ming conspired and failed, fearing sin and arson, and Fen Mansion exterminated himself. The emperor, the king of Ming came out of the imperial sect, in addition to the title, the family members of 76 people entered the Qianmen Temple.

King Ming’s mansion was on fire overnight, as if the East Palace was burned down in the past, the wind flowed away, leaving only broken tiles.

Because of the slight discomfort a few days ago, Qing Chen had never entered the palace, stepping into the continuous palace of this palace again, suddenly felt like a world away.

It seemed like a night of autumn breeze.

The palace changed and the government was in chaos, but Hou Yusu of Beiyan was on the list of saying that the sick please withdraw at this time. As Ye Tianling expected, the four feudal vassals took advantage of the chaos and it was imminent.

Qing Chen came out of Yanxi Palace and stopped in a daze to look far away. I don't know when the autumn chrysanthemum bloomed in the imperial garden, swaying delicate and plain like snow.

She stretched out her palm gently, and Zhan Zhan Qiuyang reflected almost transparent white between her fingers, and she could see the blood flowing through it.

Perhaps what is really flowing in this body is the blood of powerful officials, no pity or indecision, turning one's hand into a cloud or covering one's hand into rain, overturning the fate of others in the palm of your hand.

It’s just that even if the crime is deserved, who has the right to judge and punish? Is this trial and punishment right or wrong?

Princess Ruiyang, the youngest princess under the knee of the emperor, was babbling, and she was led to play in the garden by several maidservants.

Looking at the small figure from a distance, Qing Chen felt a trace of sorrow and sorrow.

The palace of the golden eaves wall seems to be a world of colorful glazed glaze in the eyes of the child. I wonder if she will still remember the laughter and joy in this Qiongyu Wonderland after she grows up and has gone through the world.

How many people are trapped in it, infatuated with power and crazy. Luan Fei's madness, prefers to die with Ye Tianming, and leave the child who is not yet full.

The suicide note entrusts the gu, with the body to pay off the love, the life to pay off the debt, but they planted a new cycle of evil fate.

She never wanted to ask Ye Tianhao if she would forgive her, nor did she see the same obsessive love and heartbreak, so she could only tolerate one person in the eyes of Sheng, even if she knew the wrong was paid for life.

The child seemed to feel the mother's departure, crying all day long. Helpless, Qing Chen had to discuss with Ye Tianling to invite Ye Tianhao.

Xu was connected by blood, the child stopped crying when he saw Ye Tianhao, opened his eyes and looked at him for a moment. The pupils were black and clear, reflecting Junya's face as pale as death.

"He is cruel to abandon her son, she only has nine brothers in her heart." Ye Tianhao said grief, but immediately entered the palace and asked the Emperor for permission to adopt the baby. The Emperor did not pursue the only words and silently agreed.

The Luan car left the palace gate and drove on the way back to the house. Qing Chen gently opened the bustling and re-embroidered brocade curtains, the streets under the autumn sun, the pedestrians are peaceful, there are fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, couples, walking, talking, selling, or leisure.

In the prosperous and romantic workshops, the sky is high and the clouds are pale, and the autumn wind is rustling.

Such a trivial and unremarkable life, in the Forbidden Palace's Zhu Wall, is a piece of knife, light and sword shadow. Under the beautiful scenery of thousands of miles, the beacon will rise.

Back in the mansion, Qing Chen saw a visitor in front of him, and didn't pay attention to who came. He walked towards the Tianji Mansion rather unscrupulously. Passing through the weeping vine corridor, the long carved windows were ajar, and the voices of several people came into the ears.

"If you marry the Yin family at this time, it is not entirely useless. The Yin family first proposed to marry a daughter, I just don't know what your Highness thinks."

"Since the Yin family has invited the veteran of the DPRK to propose a marriage, his Highness has to show some affection. What is going on, you will know later."

Qing Chen's heart sank suddenly, but the hand pushing the door was too late to withdraw. Du Junshu, Lu Qian and others in the room were taken aback when they saw her, and stopped talking.

The atmosphere was slightly stiff, the white silk skirt slid across the threshold, and the crape myrtle flower behind him was falling to the end, floating in front of the corridor.

"Wang Hao!" Du Junshu stood up and shouted.

Qing Chenqiang suppressed the writhing in his heart, and glanced at them lightly, "Who came to propose?"

Lu Qian hesitated and replied: "Yin Xiang has entrusted Qin Guogong and Chang Dinghou, uh...I'm talking with His Royal Highness in front."

Qing Chen stood silent for a moment in front of the door, and said, "Your opinion?"

Du Jun said that they looked at each other, seemingly not knowing how to answer. Qing Chen's eyes lifted slightly, and his tone sounded calm: "The Yin family is a direct relative of King Zhan, can it be changed by marrying a daughter? If your Highness agrees to this matter, it is equivalent to attaching wings to King Zhan, Qin Guogong You know better than I am about the position of He Changdinghou in the DPRK. Lu Qian went to tell His Highness before that, he said that I disagree, and Ms. Yin Jia should choose another high school."

Lu Qian hesitated: "Wang Hao, this...I'm afraid it's wrong..."

"Go." Qing Chen only said one more word, turning around and walking away. Lu Qianfang was about to catch up. Zuo Yuansun, who had never made a sound, raised his hand to stop him, shook his head and said, "Go, do what the princess said. I know your Highness's intentions and refuse the Yin family. This is the reason. It couldn't be more appropriate."

In the mid-autumn garden, the wind suddenly picked up, and the yellow leaves smashed to the ground, smashing under the feet all the way, and there was the sound of withered branches and leaves breaking. Qing Chen walked extremely fast at first, but gradually slowed down, and then inexplicable emotions surged, and an unspeakable loneliness came to his heart, like a beach after low tide, a vast void.

She understands the plans of Lu Qian and others, and the rules of the game have always been like this. Royal family members, marriage, alliance, marriage, and concubine, it is normal for them. Now and here, which man is not three wives and four concubines? From the prince minister to the prince emperor, who is not the fan, the beauty, and the beauty of the clouds?

Temporary imagining and appointing snakes are nothing more than tactics, not to mention marrying the Yin family, if it succeeds, the chances of winning will be greatly increased; if it fails, it is nothing more than sacrificing a Yin Caiqian, and an extra woman in the Lingwang Palace.

It's just that for her, it's not just a woman.

He is their prince and prince, but her husband, her only relative, this wandering soul who has strayed into this place, he is the only one who lives and die, and this one belongs to her.

Back at Shuyuyuan, Qing Chen leaned on the couch alone, staring at the purple silk cloud gauze tent.

The room is quiet, he is not around, no one is around. Across the smoky veil, there is a brocade table, carved windows and picture columns. The scene that seemed familiar in the past suddenly became so strange, strange to a trance, the familiar feeling permeated from the bottom of my heart, and gradually surrounded She is whole.

It seemed that I was suddenly not myself, lost and helpless, as if I hadn't felt this way for a long time.

She almost forgot about the pain. Whatever mutual pledges and strong feelings can all turn into fly ashes in one sentence. The most vulnerable in this world is love, and the least reliable is men.

Perhaps no matter when it arrives, no matter where it arrives, it is the same.

She gently held the spirit stone beads on her wrist and closed her eyes with a wry smile. Since marrying into the Ling Palace, the idea of ​​looking for the Nine Revolving Spirit Stones seems to be getting weaker and weaker. She seems to have truly become Feng Qingchen, slowly changing herself with the precipitation of time, and slowly forgetting her former dust. To this day, that thought has returned to her heart. After all, this is not her place. Maybe everything is still a dream. After all, the short-term happiness in the dream is not her destination.

The thoughts in Qing Chen's heart were chaotic, thinking of the past and the future for a while, but there was nothing left. In such chaotic fatigue, the time was gradually dimming, and she did not feel fainted.

In the dream, I saw many familiar people vaguely, but they disappeared and left one by one, unable to see their faces clearly. She stretched out her hand to stay, but she couldn't make a sound anyway when she shouted, she could only watch the truth. Stuck in a strange undercurrent everywhere, mixed with loneliness, despair, and fear, layers of surging, entwined like a shadow. It seemed as if someone was standing in front of her in the darkness, with a pair of cold eyes looking at her faintly, but when she walked towards him, he gradually disappeared into the endless darkness.

"Fourth Brother..." She seemed to hear herself yelling out, her face was cold with tears, someone around her called her, "Qing Chen, Qing Chen, wake up."

Qing Chen suddenly awakened from the nightmare, sweating all over, feeling that his heart seemed to be beating faster and faster, almost bursting out of her cavity, she could only stroke her chest and gasp, without saying a word. It was the pain of struggling, and the fear was pressing on my chest, and he refused to dissipate for a long time.

Ye Tianling hugged her in his arms, saw her face pale, and hurriedly ordered: "Come on to the imperial doctor!"

"No!" Qing Chen clasped his fingers and shook his head vigorously, "I don't want an imperial doctor."

"Okay, no." Ye Tianling raised his head to Baguio who had rushed in, then turned and comforted, "It's okay, it's just a nightmare. Just wake up."

Everything was suppressed in her heart, but when Qing Chen saw him, she felt like a dream. Tears fell, wet cheeks, wet clothes.

Ye Tianling surrounded her quietly, with guilt and pity in her eyes, gently stroking her chest, and said for a long time: "Qing Chen, how much do you have to pretend, can't even I say? I don't want to Want a gentle and tolerant wife, in front of me, you can do whatever you want, I want the real you, once, now, and in the future, I want it. I am your husband, what can I not bear for you? With me, you don’t have to force yourself to be strong. Tell me what you are thinking."

His words were deep in his ears, seducing all the secrets in Qing Chen's heart. She leaned in his arms and cried vaguely: "I want to go home, but I can't go back. I don't know where I can't find home..." She was muddled and intermittent, and she didn't know what she was talking about. , Ye Tianling had been listening carefully, his eyes slowly changed from surprise to soft love, but he hugged her tighter.

The gauze curtains are clear and shallow, dragging the ground quietly, and only seeing each other in the hazy.

Baguio turned around softly and asked the doctor who came to wait in the side room, and quietly closed the door.

After a long time, it seemed that everything had turned into a light hung in his warm arms, lightly drifting away.

The dust gradually fell, returning to the familiar peace and silence.

Ye Tianling sighed softly from Qing Chen's ears: "Qing'er, how good the heaven is, for thousands of lives to send you to my side!"

Qing'er, how long has no one called her like this? Qing Chen suddenly raised his head, falling into Ye Tianling's tender eyes, and he smiled faintly: "Right? Qing'er?"

Qing Chen only looked at Ye Tianling in a daze, and was speechless for a while.

Ye Tianling stroked her wet cheeks and said softly: "No wonder you always care about these beads. It's my fault. From now on, my place is your home, even if you can't go back?"

His eyes were quiet and deep, bright like stars, illuminating the long darkness. A string of obsidian was fitted into Qing Chen's slender wrist, faintly carrying his body temperature, warmly encircling his heart.

"You... are not afraid of me leaving?" Qing Chen questioned.

Ye Tian Ling Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming to put it lightly: "Now that your home is here, where are you going? Besides, what should I do if you leave?" The joke was different from normal, obviously deliberately teasing her.

Qing Chen looked down and turned her head: "Marriage, you still have the world."

After a brief silence, she heard Ye Tianling slowly say: "I will only have one wife in my life, Ye Tianling, even in the world, there is no need to wrong her to go." The unchanging light voice, but with The unquestionable dignity, like an oath to the bottom of my heart: "No matter who proposes marriage in the future, let's just tell them that there is nothing to exchange for your smile."

The obsidian was shining brightly, reflected in his deep eyes, Qing Chen closed his eyes under his concentration and smiled, but tears fell like a broken thread.

The love is so deep, what does the husband want? Even if the future is to overcome obstacles, this life is destined to follow him.