Chapter 313: Celebration Party (2)

Nie Wu had a slight meal in the wine glass with a little drink, and her body was stiff, and she turned to look at the palace door for a long time.
It seemed that a wind in the early summer blew across the temple, bringing the coolness of the vegetation. As soon as the white snow came slowly, the noisy toasting courtiers stopped the movements in their hands and watched the man slowly walk.
Nie Wushuang sat on the top of Yujie, all the voices in her ears faded, she watched Gu Qinghong step by step, and Su Bai's hands clenched in his sleeves. I haven't seen it for more than half a year. His two sisters are already gray and pale, and his face is a little bit frosty, but his clear eyebrows are the same as before. The elegant and gentle moon is not as bright as his clear eyes. He was dressed in a white Confucian uniform and a belt with a scarf, as if coming out of a painting.
"Gu Qinghong, the envoy of the State of Qi, met with His Majesty the Emperor Yinguo. Long live, long live, live long!"
Xiao Fengxun said with a smile: "Adult Gu Xiangguo is flat. Without Gu Xiangguo's help, the army of Qin Guo could not repel the division of Qin Guohu and Wolf."
Gu Qinghong heard the words humble and exaggerated and said: "The emperor is ridiculous. This is the land of Qi State. Qinghong naturally wants to do everything he can to drive away the invaders."
Xiao Fengxi smiled, raised his glass, and respected first. Gu Qinghong again worshiped the liquor officer and drank it before he got up. The moment he looked up, he suddenly felt ashamed at the glorious city beside the throne, and could not help but suffocate.
The drink just swallowed down the throat, it was a faint clear drink, but it cut the heart like a knife, and it seemed to be painful. He looked at her for a while and became obsessed.
Above the high imperial steps, she was wearing eight palace dresses, and the long skirts were spread out behind her. She was sitting in this glittering colorful brocade, as beautiful as heaven. She brushed her head with clouds, and Jin Buchan's golden step shook her hair. With a slight movement, she was extremely dazzling. There was a red plum blossom between her brows, and she was unparalleled. Her eyebrows were cold, and Gu Pan was endlessly enchanting, beautiful.
Not seen for half a year, she went further and became one of the four concubines of the Emperor Yinguo.
Nie Wushuang looked at Gu Qinghong, smiled suddenly, raised his glass, gestured slightly, and drank. Gu Qinghong's eyes narrowed and he sat silently.
Songs and dances continued, Sheng songs re-emerged, and the glorious flow of the hall was turned into a hustle and bustle. Nie Wushuang drank a glass of wine and drank it. Whoever toasted and said eulogies of infinite boundlessness, she could not hear It's just that the glass of wine in the glass is exhausted, and another glass is full. Above the high imperial steps, the heights are extremely cold, and the wine brings a little warmth, and the wind blows away.
There was a sneer in her heart, and Qing Gong in the temple sounded so harsh. Beside the throne, Xiao Fengqing and Xiao Fengxi talked loudly and laughter flowed through her ears, but could not get into her heart.
She looked at Gu Qinghong with mercy, she wanted to step down Yujie and said to him: "Useless, Gu Qinghong, your loyal Qi Guo is destined to lose, what do you come to Yingjing again? You know that here is Why do you come here for your own insults? Why are you loyal to the emperor of Qi State? Why ... "
She stood up staggeringly, just about to follow the voice in her heart and walked down the steps. Yang Zhi behind him helped her in a timely manner and whispered, "Mother, you drink too much."
Nie Wushuang turned his head and saw the color of compassion in Yang Zhi's eyes. He suddenly looked back and giggled: "Yes, this palace drank too much, dispersed, scattered ..."
Yang helped her back. The noise gradually drifted away. She leaned against Yang Zhi, walked all the way, smiled all the way, and stepped down the steps of the "Qingde Hall", she finally fell to the ground.
"Niangniang!" Yang Zhi was frightened and quickly lifted her up. The dim palace lights outside the hall shone on the side of her half, and he was surprised that she was in tears.
Nie Wushuang fell to the ground, the cold, flat stones ironed her face, fading away the heat on her face, but could not calm the tumbling in her heart.
"Mother, did you fall?" Yang Zhi helped her to stand up.
Nie Wushuang looked at the palace standing in the dark behind him. There was endless singing and dancing, noisy and endless all night. In this prosperous world, she could see it all the way, the exiles and the hungry floating Desolate, this is a premeditated war. He had guessed half of it with his ingenuity, but why can he do it? In this foreign court, his Qi country could not get any fruit of victory at all. But he still came alone like this, foolishly loyal to Qi Guo's mediocre emperor, why didn't he wake up?
Nie Wushuang waved his hand and sneered suddenly: "Fu Bengong went back to the palace, back to the palace ..."
Yang straightly sighed: "Slave went to call the shoulder-shoulders, and the maiden waited for a while." He held her by the corridor, and ordered the maids on the side to hurriedly leave.
Nie Wushuang leaned on the porch, like a fragile butterfly with wings converging in the dark, the wine swelled in her heart, and the past whistled past, so painful she couldn't speak, but she seemed to be stunned and unable to move. The darkness crowded, her tears fell more quickly, and the wind blown in the corridor, just like that night, she lost all her innocence, became a demon all night, and delivered all the souls to the darkness in the storm.
But why is she still unhappy? Obviously, watching him step by step, she was embarrassed, step by step, covered with dust and white, she knew that he was exhausted and exhausted. She should have been happy and happy, but why she Still not happy at all.
"You ..." Who was holding her up, the voice hesitated and distressed.
Nie Wushuang looked up, her tears were blurred, and she saw a bright face like a moon. Suddenly all the darkness seemed to fade away, and in the thoughts of her, she seemed to see under the March peach tree, and he came with a smile. It was the most beautiful and gentle picture she had ever seen in her life.
"Gu ... Lang ..." she murmured and reached out.
The familiar call suddenly burst into tears before the handsome face in front of him. He took her hand and pressed it to the thin heart: "Wu Shuang ..."
He held her cold hand, and Nie Wushuang looked at Gu Qinghong, who was crying in front of his eyes, and trembled and touched his horns: "How are you so old ..."
"Wusou ..." His tears fell on her hands, burning hot. She stared at him, wondering if she was in a dream.
"Mother-in-law ..." The not-so-distant palace girl hesitated to remind her.
She suddenly looked back, she yanked back her hand, but that hand was firmly anchored in his heart, and he kept on.
Her tears rolled down, converging with him, she gritted her teeth fiercely, and said, "You go! Gu Qinghong, you go for me! Go! Go out of the palace, get out of Yingjing! Go back to your Qi country!"
She pushed him away in madness and cried, "You get out of this house! You get out of this house ..."
Her strength was too fierce, a slump fell to the ground, the pain quickly spread from her ankles, and the gas swelled again, and she cried out loudly: "You go! I hate you! Gu Qinghong! I hate you! ..."
Gu Qinghong stood in the darkness, watching her crying as she fell to the ground, crying like rain. He knew he shouldn't have come, he knew that there was no room for Qi Guo in this negotiation, but he came, he was enchanted and wanted to return to the court of Ying Guo, even if he saw her again.
Conquering the war, every time he dreamed back at midnight, he could never see the picture of the all-out smile smiling at him. Hungry and thirsty, she stretched out her hand, and never reached her hand in time. Until that moment, he didn't know where he was wrong, hatred blinded all his tender feelings, he raised the sword of revenge, but cut off the warmest thing in his life.
He convinced him again and again that there was nothing wrong, but every time he saw her eyes of hatred, he was at a loss. The ten years of firm faith broke down in her eyes and failed.
Until just now, he looked at her with mercy on him, drinking a glass of wine. He watched her step back. He saw her holding the porch in tears in tears. It turned out that Guanghua was so painful under this glorious road.
She fell to the ground and wept loudly, and the wailing cry made the maids afraid to come forward. The wind around her suddenly waved, and a pair of strong arms held her up.
When the familiar Du Ruoxiang smell came, Nie Wushuang looked up and saw the magical beauty in the dark. With pity in his eyes, he held her in his arms and looked up at the thin figure not far away: Adults in the country, adults in the hall are waiting for you to drink. "
Gu Qinghong only stared at the sobbing Nie Wushuang in his arms, and for a long time asked hoarsely, "Where are you going to send her?"
Xiao Fengqing's thin lips ticked off: "It won't bother you, she has nothing to do with you anymore."
Gu Qinghong was shocked, and suddenly smiled coldly: "She has nothing to do with His Royal Highness Rui."
He said that the long sleeves were shocked and never went.
The fists in Xiao Fengqing's sleeves were tightly squeezed, Nie Wushuang in his arms had cried so much that he only choked on and off. He brushed her closed eyes, and tears rolled down from her eyes again, Xiao Fengqing and Tieqing pulled down her cloak, wrapped her tightly, and slowly walked into the darkness.
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The road under her feet was so long, she didn't know where he was going to take her. The drunkenness was raging in her head. Many clips of lightning flashed through the muddy head. For a long time, he put down her and opened the cloak to reveal her bright face.
"Look here." Xiao Fengqing patted her cheek, sobering her.
Nie Wushuang opened his eyes, only to find himself sitting on the "rooftop" in the palace. Ling Lie's wind whistled through the soles of her feet, and the cool wind blew away the remaining drunkenness in her brain. She gathered her cloak and looked at the towering Miyazaki Shiroi in front of her.
Crying for too long, she is too tired to say a word now.
"In the past, when I was a child, I would come here every time I was unhappy, look at the stars, look at the palace below, and my heart would slowly rejoice." He slowly spoke, the wind blowing his ink Hair, he stood on the trunk of the rooftop, and seemed to fall down accidentally.
In such a dangerous situation, he could not speak easily and comfortably.
Nie Wushuang looked at his back silently, and said for a long time: "Wushuang has not yet congratulated His Royal Highness Rui. Now he has achieved his wish, and has won the emperor's trust, and he has heavy power in his hands. Congratulations!"
She looked coldly at the "Grand Palace" where the singing and dancing came, and smiled wildly: "I don't know His Royal Highness's dearest brother, your third brother, your emperor, if you know your After the wolf's ambitions, will he be respectful as brothers and brothers today? "
The wind had blown, and the tears on her face had been dried. She looked at Xiao Fengqing's humorous face, and still smiled wildly, but the smile was soaked and soaked, and she couldn't express her uncomfortableness: "You are all acting, I watch you set one by one The trap, which led Qin Guo into the trap step by step, attracted Qi Guo into the game, I felt sick! Unspeakable nausea! "
"Especially you! Xiao Fengqing!"
Xiao Fengqing walked in front of her, and Jun Yan was still in motion. He fixed her eyes and suddenly asked: "Nausea ?! Do you really feel sick, or do you feel sorry for Qi Guo? Or do you feel bad for Gulang? "
"The cry of Gu Lang was really affectionate, and even the King heard it. Hey ... Nie Wushuang, have you lost everything, so unconscious?"
Nie Wushuang's eyes tightened sharply, and he looked at him coldly without saying a word.
Xiao Fengqing grinned, holding her neck tightly, dragging her hand, and dragging her to the trunk, his hand kept pushing her out a little. Nie Wushuang only felt that her throat was pinched by iron clamps. Her upper body had left the trunk, and there was a volley under her feet.
The wind blew through her hair, and a golden step suddenly fell into the darkness, but his hands kept on, and Nie Wushuang had almost his feet off the ground, and his upper body was hung outside the trunk.
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