Chapter 48: : Lian Qingxin 2

He hugged her, she couldn't hold her pace, and he was anxious to twist around to avoid the tree in front, so she overwhelmed him.
No sooner, no later.
Not more than one minute away, not much one minute away.
He and she fell in front of the towering ancient tree.
The moment she fell, she subconsciously gripped the spool in her hand.
This time, unlike before, she wanted to hold the spool.
Of course, she just put the wire too fast and she couldn't take it away. At this time, the paper kite seemed to be leaving her by the wind.
The thread, because of her force, struck a red mark on her palm.
However, she has only one hand to hold, and the other hand, she must hold the spool.
At this moment, she forgot to press herself on him, and when his hand held the string for her, she saw that the posture was inappropriate.
Even though, he is her husband.
This tight fit made her face slightly change, and she could n’t care about the paper kite anymore, let go of the thread, and she would stand up with one hand, and she thought that the weight of her body should be pressed against him. Because of his look, there was a fleeting pain.
She stood up quickly:
"Emperor, concubine--"
She originally swallowed the word "lost instrument", and the scene of that day appeared in front of her again. Although these two sons are habitual, she thought, she would not use it before him. .
"It's pressing on you?"
After changing this sentence, it became more ambiguous.
"No." He stood up, his hand seemed to stroke his back, and then, speaking the simple word, squeezed the paper kite string in his hand and handed her, "Here."
She held out her hand to follow the thread, but found that there was a trace of red on the thread. She looked at the palm of his hand, where there was not only a thin red stamp, but also blood, splashing drop by drop.
"Emperor--" She called out softly and forgot to pick up the thread.
"Hold the thread." He said in a deep voice.
He has always been so authoritarian.
What she said and what she did seemed to owe him the same thing.
Perhaps that was the case. When she entered the palace, she was destined to owe him.
What he wanted was Mu Yao, herself, took the hairpin flower, and sent herself into this forbidden palace.
The road, as long as it is alive, will eventually go on.
No matter what he did to her, now he was injured just to help her hold the thread, and she could n’t sit still and take out Sipa, but he wanted to clean the blood stain for him, but he refused:
"No problem. If you have unfulfilled wishes, continue to let go."
She reached over and took the thread, and Sipa still covered his wound by this connection.
He didn't reject her Sipa, he covered the wound.
The moonlight was like underwater, and Wan Lan was still. He stood there with a purple robe, her dark pupils staring at the woman in front of her eyes.
She, the snowy gauze skirt, fluttered with the increasing evening wind, but the paper kite fell to the ground without any warning when she was about to run again.
Her heart sank suddenly, and when he saw him condense her deeper, her lips burst into a pale smile:
"Oh, the concubine is really stupid, even thought that the higher the paper kite, the more people in the sky can hear what they want to say. It's really stupid.
There was mist in her eyes, and she lifted her face. After the mist had broken away, they all flowed back.
Some astringency, some pain.
However, with the next gust of wind blowing, no traces will be left.
"What's wrong?" His voice whispered in her ear.
"Into the sand." She tried to keep her voice calm, but there was still a choking sore.
And her eyes, there is no tears.
That choked throat is the echo made after falling into the soft place at the bottom of my heart.
"Did your eyes get into the sand, or your heart?" He asked as if he knew everything.
Her lips twitched, but she couldn't say a word.
His hand picked up her string, and then, in a few moments, he released the paper kite, higher and farther than her. She looked at the starry night sky, knowing that there was a height There is a distance that she cannot reach.
No amount of effort can be achieved.
And she never reached it.
As long as she is in a stable status quo, it is just that.
It is a pity that even her closest relatives will not understand her.
What she could do after being misunderstood was actually the trust of her father who had never died.
Because she was afraid that she could not hold it, she was afraid to give up like this.
Seeing that the paper kite flew to the highest, she saw that when his hand pulled hard, the paper kite fluttered and flew further.
"Flying high, if the thread is held by someone, it is destined to be lost." He said this, condensed to her, he could understand the loss on her face, "The paper kite is vulnerable, how can Do you wish for you? "
Yeah, this is how she deceived herself again.
This ancient tradition in the palace is nothing but self-deception by the lonely concubine.
He approached her, his tall body cast a little shadow on her face, and then, his warm hands held her face:
"No matter where the sand falls, as long as it is blown out, it will no longer make you uncomfortable."
Somehow, she didn't break his hand, and his eyes seemed to have a magnetic force that made her unable to escape.
The scars on his palm slightly touched her delicate cheeks, but these slight hints let her know that softness is not good for herself.
Suddenly, he gently blew her eyes, cold and cold, with a musk breath, and the bitterness and bitterness turned cold with this blow.
"In this world, it is not that you are kind to others, others will surely appreciate, for example, now, I blow sand for you, do you remember it in your heart?" His words were very light and slow, but the words fell into her heavily. Heart.
As he said, her intentions, even if they are good, are not necessarily what others want.
Nalan Qiang is the same, Na Lanlu is the same.
And he blows sand for her, can she really remember it?
She still has a feeling of estrangement and resistance to him.
"Live well for yourself, otherwise, you are sorry, you are the one who really cares about you, and hopes you are happy." He continued to say this, leaving his face with his hands, "Human, selfish, will live It ’s more fun. "
He could feel the coldness on her cheek in his palm.
He wanted to warm her face and heart.
Of course, he also knows that this is not what he should think!
otherwise--
No otherwise.
It was only tonight that he had no intention of seeing her weakness, so that his heart felt weak for a moment, so nothing more.
"Hmm." She responded gently.
He knew what she thought.
What she couldn't figure out, he just picked it away with one sentence.
It turned out that the fans of the authorities said that she was such a person.
She lowered her head, turning around a thousand times.
The charming of the lower head is suitable for her. Of course, she didn't know.
He eventually knew.
"It's getting late at night, and the concubine is leaving." She bowed to salute.
The sustenance she wants, in fact, has always been fragile in nature, but the strength of the whitewash.
But no matter what, all the previous ones were her own choice.
Whatever happens in the future is also the way she will go alone.
What if it is misunderstood and ridiculed?
Someone will always remember her good, I hope she can live well.
Even if such a person is the last one, she believes that that person is the reason for her continuation.
For example, mother.
He nodded, staring at the direction of her departure, Jiang Zi's robe was flying, and he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to tell her not to tell anyone about tonight.
At this thought, he laughed ridiculously. This is not Mushan, even if she wants to tell others, it has no influence at all.
He picked up the paper kite from the lawn, and after Yan Yan received his tacit consent, Fang hurried to Lin Wai.
Li Qiu and all the people in the palace were waiting on the spot, and when they saw Xi Yan coming out, their hands were empty, and there was no paper kite.
Xi Yan saw them and hesitated, but still muttered.
Xuanyuanyu is an emperor, how can they stop them?
As soon as he walked up, Xi Yan said softly:
"Liqiu, tomorrow you will ask Su Taiyi to take some medicines according to the original prescription. The paper kite that has just been left too long seems to be allergic to the palace."
"promise."
Before Liqiu bowed, he frowned.
Last time, the medicine maiden said that it should be taken without root water, but it was collected in person, but it was not used. This time it is necessary. It should not be as simple as allergies.
However, she couldn't ask how suspicious of the Master's command.
The snow gauze of the shoulders lay down. For the first time in the past few days, Xi Yan felt a little sleepy, struck her back, and then closed her eyes and rested for a while.
Across the hazy snow gauze, when I saw the front, there was a woman in a pink gauze dress. At night, this powder was just a special eye-catcher.
The little girl holding the woman's side leaned over and said:
"My lady drank too much, I'm sorry, I was disturbed by the master."
Xi Yan's eyebrows were slightly lowered. Sure enough, this woman was not in the palace.
Thinking about it, I saw, on the corridor, Grandpa Li hurriedly rushed to see Xi Yan's shoulders stopped, stunned for a moment, but the man had rushed to the front, and he couldn't avoid it.
"Minions see drunk concubine."
"Fat body." Xi Yan said lightly.
"The drunk concubine, the emperor's third lady in the Western waiter's banquet, had no idea. Miss West was so overwhelmed with wine that she left first."
Xi Yan lifted the snow gauze and glanced around. It turned out that the shoulder was already outside the Tianzhao Palace.
Tonight, is it more than Xi Linjia who left the seat?
No wonder, he will accompany himself with the paper kite, is he also invincible, or, for other reasons?
"Grandpa Li is coming back to Miss Fuxi, or—" Xi Yan paused, waiting for Grandpa Li to answer.
"The emperor ordered the minions to send Miss West out of the palace."
"Xia Shi." Xi Yan ordered.
Li Qiu took his hand busy, Fu Xi Yan was shoulder to shoulder.
"It's late at night and the wind is strong. If you go out like this, the speed will be slow and you will get cold." Xi Yan said lightly. "Just send Miss Xi out of the palace with the shoulder of this palace."
If you leave the palace in this way, you will fall into the wrong place.
Regardless of whether Nalanlu's words are false or not, it can be seen that in secret, the relationship between Xuan Yuanyu and Xi Linjia is defamatory.
It's better to use her shoulder to send out, and save some right and wrong.
She was n’t thinking about Xuanyuan blowing her eyes and giving back to him, but she did n’t want more rumours to come out before the wedding.
"Ma'am, this is not enough." Grandpa Li hurriedly said.
In the palace, there are shoulders from above and below the second-grade concubine. This shoulder is not only a symbol of honor, but also a symbol of unimpeded movement in the palace.
Therefore, even if Grandpa Li also thinks that sending Xi Linjia out of the palace with his shoulders is an excellent way, it is necessary to say something before he can be considered a gift.
The hypocrisy in this palace is so redundant.
Xi Yan understood clearly:
"Miss Xijia will be the sister-in-law of this palace in the future. Naturally, this palace will not treat her as an outsider, but Grandpa Li. If you deduce this way, won't you let this palace get a share of Miss Xi?"
"promise."
Grandpa Li bowed to his body, and called the little the side to help Xi Linjia walk away.
Xi Lin was so drunk that she didn't walk a few steps, but she was tripped by her skirt, and she saw that she was going to fall. Xi Yan was nearest to her, without any consideration, she hurried forward Lived her.
It is better to say that Xi Linjia's whole body lies on Xiyan's shoulders. The little maid who originally supported Xi Linjia was unable to exert a little force on the drunk Xi Linjia.
Even though Xi Linjia is also a slender woman, she is slightly taller than Xi Yan, and when drunk and drunk, Xi Yan can't help being pushed back by her.
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