Chapter 175 Chapter 19 Begonia is still there

The afternoon sun shines in from the door of Dachang, it is so bright that it makes people's eyes go white, the surroundings are so chaotic, some people are exclaiming, some are screaming, some people rush out to announce the imperial doctor, the guards rush forward, The sharp knife shone with a silver light, drawing white light and shadows on the ground. She stood where she was, her eyes were itching hotly as if she couldn't bear such bright light and shadow.The sun seemed to be made of solid ice, shining on her body was icy cold, as if being soaked in cold water, the cold air rose from her fingertips, hit her hands, feet, waist, and gradually covered her chest, her heart was pounding It was so severe that it seemed to jump out of the cavity suddenly and suddenly, the throat was sore and astringent, and even the breathing became no longer smooth.

The queen mother's clothes were already stained red with blood, and there were two traces of sick madness on her pale face. Her eyes were bright and ferocious, and she didn't struggle after being restrained, but said coldly in a voice full of hatred: " You are all beasts, you should all die, I killed him, and now I will kill you, I will avenge my husband and son." At that moment, Chu Qiao saw his eyes. For the first time in her life, she felt that she saw his heart through his eyes, unlike the previous frivolity, the previous deepness, and the previous calm and unpredictable.At that moment, she clearly saw the joys, anger, sorrows and joys in those deep pools, saw the depressive and deep pulse, and saw the desolation of the snowy field outside the Great Wall.

He lay there like that, the blood from the wound was like spring water for rinsing, dyeing his light blue clothes red.He looked at his mother quietly, there was no shock or hatred in his eyes, only deep-seated tiredness swept over him, completely submerging his handsome face. There is a whistling wind blowing outside the window, shaking the thin window paper.The fresh blood on the ground flowed meanderingly, dense figures rushed forward to stop the bleeding and heal him, the panicked voices of the palace people sounded again outside the palace, everything was like a silent pantomime, Chu Qiao couldn’t see anything I can't, I can't hear anything, I just stare blankly at his eyes, the cold touch crawls over my skin inch by inch, reaching the bottom of my heart.

She suddenly remembered a hunt many years ago on the Yanbei Plateau. The mountains were covered by heavy snow, and a female wolf was starving. She managed to catch an elk and was eating. Its child huddled aside, quietly. Walking over quickly, she took a bite of the venison, and the she-wolf became angry immediately, and swung her claws to grab the pup.The little wolf was scratched, and shrank far away under the root of the tree, looking at his mother in awe, whining, but didn't dare to go forward again. Its eyes were so sad, like an abandoned child. Someone came to pull her, but she stubbornly refused to leave, as if roots had taken root under her feet, she refused to move a step no matter what.

She was so scared all of a sudden, her blood was cold, her fingers were trembling uncontrollably, she didn't want to go out, the blood hurt her eyes, she was afraid that after going out, she wouldn't be able to come in again. More and more people gathered, and someone whispered something in her ear, and the thin silk could not withstand such a strong pull, and there was a crisp hissing sound.She suddenly called out very loudly, waved away everyone, and ran towards the inner hall. "Catch her!" There were guards shouting, more and more palace people came running towards her, she stepped back nervously, every inch of her body was shivering with cold.

"Let go of her..." A deep voice suddenly sounded, so hoarse, like a turbid wind blowing through a broken bellows, Li Ce half propped up, his chest was dripping with blood, and his fingers were blue and white, pointing at her from a distance. "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you can't move around!" A series of exclamations sounded, and his figure fell on the bed in front of him, and a big mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth, like a bright silk being torn apart.She was like falling into an ice abyss, the deep cold crawled up her back, the door was closed tightly, the sunlight was cut off from the outside, the light was screened into mottled shadows through the window paper, she stood outside the crowd and couldn't see him Only a bluish-white hand hangs down from the quilt, it is miserable white, without a trace of blood.

The sun gradually rose to the center, and then gradually set in the west. A cold moon climbed up the treetops, casting a bright white light trail outside the Yixin Hall, and the sand in the leak flowed down, as if it was in the body. Like the life of his body, he was slowly drawn out. A choked cry suddenly overflowed from the mouth of a gray old doctor. Behind the misty curtain, the woman's figure was like a line of green smoke, and suddenly fell down. Through the thick curtain, her eyes were cloudy and unsteady. In the clear, only a flickering red candle can be seen vaguely. When she woke up, the surroundings were dead silent, she thought she was dreaming in a trance, but when she saw Mei Xiang's surprised face, her heart suddenly ached, she didn't wear her shoes, she threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed.

"Where's Miss Chu?" A man's hurried voice sounded outside, and she ran out barefoot, her face pale like a ghost. Sun Di looked at her, his expression suddenly became so sad, he quietly lowered his head, and said softly, "Your Majesty wants to see you." The Hall of Yixin became quiet for a long time, silent. She walked all the way in, passed through layers of curtains, and walked to his dragon bed. She vaguely felt that he seemed to be integrated into this empty hall. . She knelt down by the couch, her fingers were cold, she slowly stretched them out, and when her fingertips touched his arm, she shrank slightly, only feeling that his body was colder than her own, like the man on the Yanbei Plateau who never melted all year round. The snow, the glacier that has never changed through the ages.

Her breathing was so light, and her voice sounded like a butterfly wing that would fly away in an instant, quietly resounding in the hall: "Li Ce, I'm here to see you." His eyelashes moved slightly, then opened, his eyes gathered quietly, and looked at her quietly, his eyes were so peaceful, as if they contained so much, he stretched out his hand with difficulty, and beckoned to her , smiled faintly, and said softly: "Jojo..." Tears welled up in Chu Qiao's eyes, and she slowly grabbed his hand. In just a few days, he became so thin, with bony fingers.There was a strong soreness in her throat, she was so choked up that she couldn't make a sound, and tears rolled down her face.

He frowned slightly, stretched out his finger, wiped her cold cheek lightly, and said with a smile, "Don't cry..." "Blame me." Her tears fell line by line, with cold desolation on her fingertips: "I promised I would always be with you, I shouldn't go out." Li Ce suddenly smiled. He lay flat on the bed, looking at the intricate pattern on the top of the bed, embroidered with the golden seal script of longevity and boundless, densely crawling all over the dragon bed.His voice was calm and calm, without a trace of resentment, he said quietly: "How can I blame you, that is my mother, who..."

He suddenly gasped violently, his voice was fragile and weak, Chu Qiao was so startled that she wanted to find the imperial doctor, but he firmly grasped her, the strength on her wrist was so strong, it was almost impossible to imagine that this was a seriously injured person. "Who, who would have thought of that?" Yeah, who would have thought that? The wind at night passed through the eaves, blowing through the pierced ears of the town beast at the corner of the eaves, making a whining sound.In the far distance, the women in the palace lowered their voices and sobbed, drifting over very softly. "Originally I wanted to send you off to get married in person, but now... I'm afraid I can't." "No." Chu Qiao said stubbornly suddenly, the voice was so loud, echoing in the empty hall, like circles of fluttering leaves, she held his hand vigorously, as if she was fighting for someone Same: "You'll be fine!" Li Ce looked at her, and suddenly smiled weakly, that smile suddenly pierced into Chu Qiao's heart like an awl, she was so panicked, tears spread across her cheeks, and flowed into her mouth, the bitterness was unbearable. "Li Ce, don't go, don't go, okay?" She shook his arm lightly, like a lonely child: "You are gone, what should I do? I have an accident, who will help me? I have no place to live, who will let me eat and drink for free?" A strange smile flashed in Li Ce's eyes, and he pretended to be angry and muttered: "It turns out that I was taken advantage of." It's been so many years, the past years are like a stream of clear water, rolling through the lonely and cold air, she looked at him weakly, her heart ached like a knife was gouging out.His voice was as light as a lake, and he said quietly: "I have sent someone to inform Zhuge Si, someone will, someone will send you to see him, you, just go with him." Chu Qiao bit her lower lip, and he still said intermittently: "From now on, don't be aggressive, don't make children angry." The night was as cool as the water in the Taiqing Pool, his brows were tightly furrowed, like flames stirred by the wind, and his eyes were unable to see clearly, staring at her firmly.Suddenly, he said, "Qiao Qiao, help me up." Chu Qiao was startled and shook her head quickly, but before she could say anything, she saw his stubborn eyes, so determined. Her heart ached, and she carefully lifted him up and sat on the rattan chair in front of the window.He put on a coat, bright red color, embroidered dragon pattern, horizontal warp, vertical weft, showing decadent desolation in the publicity, just like the first time they met. "Jojo, my hair is messed up." Chu Qiao said "Yes", picked up the white jade comb, and loosened his hair. The teeth of the comb lightly slid through the hair, and her pale hands brushed his temples. One thread after another, seemed to have passed through them for so many years. The acquaintance, her hands gradually trembled, but he didn't seem to know it, and he never looked back. After combing his hair, he turned his face and said to her with a smile, "Are you in good spirits?" His eyes were deep and silent, and the moonlight shone in through the screened window, shining on his face with an ignorant glimmer.He is still so handsome, with slender eyes, tall nose, and jade-like cheeks, faintly revealing the demeanor of the king of the Tian family.It's just that there was a dead air between the eyebrows, which gradually spread, and his face was as pale as a dusty white jade. Chu Qiao nodded with a forced smile: "It's so handsome." Li Ce frowned and asked, "Praise me?" Seeing Chu Qiao nodding, he smiled happily, just like before. "Li Ce," Chu Qiao suppressed the sadness in her heart, and asked softly, "Do you have any other wishes?" "wish?" Li Ce frowned, thoughtful, and smiled lightly after a long time: "No more." He suddenly breathed a little hastily, facing her, stretched out his hand far away, and said softly: "Qiao Qiao, let me hug you." The wind outside the window suddenly picked up, and the small open window was blown open. The moon sprinkled the paleness of the ground on the empty hall, and the surroundings were covered with white snow.The wind blew from Taiqing Lake in the distance, bringing the wind of Qinghe, Chu Qiao's throat seemed to be bitten by someone, and it hurt ferociously.She knelt on the ground, half-lying in his arms, tears streaming down his clothes. The breath on the top of the head disappeared little by little, like a breeze blowing away the tender cherry blossoms, and there was no more sound.The moonlight slanted on them, vaguely, it seemed that it was that youthful and frivolous man many years ago, the evil man in red clothes and black hair descended from the sky, exhaling and laughing behind her ear: "It won't stop!" down?" The years are like a big dream, the prosperity is gone, and the rest is just a thick pale. Chu Qiao's eyes were like burnt ashes, dead cold, her gaze was empty, and she stood up little by little.Looking back, he still sat quietly, tilting his head, as if he was in a good dream. Fragments of memory are scattered and scattered, and the majestic man with flowers and flowers has removed his disguise layer by layer. The gorgeous green willows and splendid luxury of the past have finally turned into today's turbidity and loneliness, and finally reflected the afterglow of the sunset, blending into this The night of the funeral. Huo Ran opened the palace gate, and the cold moonlight shone unobstructed on her body. There was thick ink in the distance, and there were densely packed harem women, senior officials and ministers kneeling on the floor in front of the palace gate. Sun Di looked at her with a trembling question in his eyes. She looked at him in despair, her body was numb, after all, she nodded slowly, slowly. "The emperor is dead..." Huge weeping resounded through the heavens at the same time, and there were mournful cries everywhere in the whole palace, and the long death knell pierced through the mist of night. Chu Qiao raised her face, the strong wind blew her thin clothes, and in the empty sky, she seemed to see a clear face, with a high nose and thin lips, slightly protruding eyes, like a cunning and smiling fox... A palace servant ran along the long and deep alley of the palace, came to Sun Di and whispered a report. They were too far away, and their voices were broken and messed up by the wind, but a few words still fell into her ears. "As soon as the death knell rang...his head hit the corner of the table...the blood flowed all over the ground, and he was already dead...after all, it was the Queen Mother..." The moon was like frost, the blood was almost frozen, and a line of tears finally slipped silently again, dipping into this deep palace stained with the blood of who knows how many people. The beauty of the streets in Tangjing is still the same. There is a cool wind blowing from the lake with the fresh fragrance of lotus. The willows on both sides of the road are swaying with the wind, and the branches are swaying, like the soft waist of a dancer. In the twilight of the setting sun, the tired birds return to the forest, and the red shadows of the Red River are like a blood-stained expanse. During the funeral of Bian Tang, everyone wore plain single clothes, and even the hanging lanterns were covered with white cloth. Walking on the street, one could smell the desolation and desolation everywhere. The sky gradually darkened, and the moon rose in a round circle from among the treetops, hanging brightly in the distant sky. Today is the White Moon Festival, and it has been a month since Li Ce passed away. Zhuge Yue sent his subordinates many times to take her away, but she stubbornly stayed there. There was an idea supporting her so that she could not leave wantonly.Dreaming back in the middle of the night, the forehead was dripping with cold sweat. Li Ce left, taking all the songs, dances and music in the Jinwu Palace. The huge palace fell into a long round of silence. Walking in the long Yongxiang, you can even hear The sound of her own heartbeat reminded her all the time that some people were gone, but some were still alive, and there were some things she hadn't done yet. She and Li Ce once walked this road together. That night, when she woke up in a coma, he held her hand like a big child and ran wildly in the palace, passing through the nine palaces, Passing through the Linlang flower garden, passing through the rockery and stone forest, and walking out of the palace gate, they rode together, and he sat in front of him, laughing and guiding her. Ant guards. In a blink of an eye, everything changed, everything was completely different, and nothing remained. Today's street market is no longer what it used to be, it is in a depression, and the few shops are also deserted.During the national mourning, all festivals and festivals were cancelled, the common people stopped going out, and there was no passenger flow, so the vendors who set up stalls could not come out.The once crowded street market is now empty, with withered and yellow leaves curling everywhere, hitting the white clothes from time to time. After walking for a long time, I came to the stall where I ate noodles last time. Unexpectedly, they were still there, but there were no customers. The host was sitting on a chair, drowsy.Seeing her coming in, he was taken aback for a moment, jumped up abruptly, looked at her carefully, then wiped the stool for her, and arranged for her to sit down. It was still the proprietress, the years hadn't left a single trace on her face, she still had that white and delicate temperament, walked in front of Chu Qiao, her eyes were out of focus, but she said with a smile: "It's been a long time, girl. coming." Chu Qiao was slightly taken aback, and asked, "Do you still remember me?" "He recognized it, Baba ran to tell me." The woman smiled coquettishly, and pointed at her husband standing behind her.The man blushed and smiled shyly, revealing a row of white teeth. "Where is the eldest son? I haven't seen him for a while." The woman asked suddenly, her eyes were curved like two moons.The wind blew over from the other end of the long street, and with a whistling sound, the banner outside the stall was blown up. The man quickly stepped forward to block the wind and sand for his wife, his movements were so natural. Chu Qiao was a little stunned, and then heard the woman ask: "Girl? Girl?" Chu Qiao came back to her senses, smiled lightly, and said, "He's gone far away." "Oh." The proprietress nodded and said, "Then when will you be back?" The fallen leaves piled up, the autumn wind swept the ground, Chu Qiao's heart became colder inch by inch, her complexion became paler, and her throat was a little choked, she thought about it, and said softly: "He moved away, maybe he won't come back again." The proprietress couldn't see Chu Qiao's expression, and wanted to continue asking, but was pulled back by her husband.The clever woman immediately understood, turned around and left. After a while, hot noodles were served, along with a plate of beef and half a plate of shrimp dumplings. From a distance, she could smell the smell of acetic acid. Picking up the chopsticks, took out the handkerchief around his waist, wiped it lightly twice, and began to eat bite by bite. The noodles are piping hot and topped with scallion oil and scallion, it is very fragrant and fragrant.Chu Qiao ate very slowly, she hadn't eaten properly for a long time, her stomach kept regurgitating acid water, as if she was about to vomit it out. "The shrimp dumplings will be cold in a while." A very crisp voice suddenly sounded from the side, Chu Qiao turned her head to look, it was a little girl in her teens, her features were very familiar, she looked up at the proprietress over there, immediately remembered this child, and said tentatively : "Qian'er?" The child frowned and asked seriously, "Do you know me?" Chu Qiao smiled and didn't speak. The child sat on the chair beside him and said, "Have you ever come to my house for dinner?" "En." Chu Qiao nodded. The child said, "Will you tell me a story?" Chu Qiao couldn't help but smiled knowingly, stretched out her hand to rub the child's hair, and said, "You still like listening to stories so much." "Then let me tell you one." "I've heard your story." "It's a new story." The child counted his fingers and said, "I just learned it last month." Chu Qiao nodded helplessly and said, "Then tell me." The child still took out two small clay dolls from his pocket, but they were not as good as before. These two dolls were very exquisitely made, with visible eyebrows and eyes, colorful and lifelike, comparable to the craftsmanship of high-level embroidery workers in the palace.The child picked up a clay doll and said solemnly: "He is the Great Emperor." The opening remarks are the same, except that the current emperor has changed his appearance. He is dressed in a bright yellow silk dress, has a golden crown and black hair, and has handsome eyebrows and eyes, just like a real person. The child picked up another clay doll and said, "This is a little girl." A female clay doll in a cotton white dress was held in her hand, and the child said seriously: "Once, the great emperor was on a mission to another country and met this little girl. The little girl knew martial arts and beat the great emperor hard." A meal, the big emperor was very angry, and originally wanted to beat her, but later, one thing happened, and the emperor liked her. " After not seeing each other for a few years, the child's storytelling skills have obviously improved. She raised her head and asked Chu Qiao with a smile, "Do you want to know what happened?" Chu Qiao's hand holding the chopsticks was icy cold, she nodded in a daze.The child said triumphantly: "Once they met bad guys, the little girl was very kind and saved the emperor several times. The emperor thought, this little girl is really righteous, I want to marry her home and live a good life." "Unfortunately, the little girl doesn't like the Great Emperor. She likes another person. Later, she followed that person away." The child took out another clay doll, it was still the clay doll she used to tell the story back then, it was tattered, without even the rags around her waist, it just stood there naked, holding a clay doll in her hand. Little stick, silly looking. "But that person is not good, he is domineering, ugly, poor, and likes to bully others. Anyway, he is not a good thing. Later, the little girl came to her senses and left this person." At this time, the child took out another clay doll, which was still the little man riding a broom before. "The little girl fell in love with this person again, but this person is not good. He is proud, self-righteous, bullying, and ugly. Let me tell you secretly, he may still have a habit of breaking sleeves. He and them A prince of the country has a close relationship, and he might be a lunatic anyway." The little girl breathed a sigh of relief and said with a sigh: "In the end, the little girl grew into a big girl, and she finally realized her mistake. So she resolutely left this man and came back to find the great emperor. Rich, graceful, kind, dedicated, and persistent, the eldest girl regretted it, crying and shouting to marry the emperor, blocking the door of the emperor's house every day, and desperately wanting to be his wife. Finally, The Great Emperor took pity on her, and agreed to it reluctantly." Putting the other two clay puppets into his pockets, there were only two well-made clay puppets left on the table. The child smiled and said, "Afterwards, they got married, lived happily together, and had a big baby. The children in the pile, the boys are as handsome as the great emperor, and the girls are as beautiful as the great emperor. They are very happy until their hair is white and their teeth fall out. Finally, the gods in the sky know it and let them I became a fairy, and said that I want them to be together for life and life, and they will never be separated." Layers of grief surged in her heart, like a curved countercurrent, her veins slipping, her eyes were sore and painful, her voice seemed to be not her own, and she asked, "Who told you this story." "It was told to me by a young man who often comes to my house to eat noodles. How about it, do you like to hear it?" Suddenly the wind blew up, Chu Qiao covered her face with her sleeves, turned her head slightly, the child asked enthusiastically, "Have you lost your eyes?" Chu Qiao didn't make a sound, the child thought he had lost his eyes, and quickly said, "Wait, I'll get you vegetable oil." After all, he turned around, jumped down and ran away. When she came back, there was no one in the seat, and there was a bag of gold plants on the table, so heavy. The road was desolate, there were no pedestrians, no jugglers, no hawkers, no singers, the lake was peaceful, and there was not even a painting boat. On the empty street, she was the only one, walking lightly like a ghost. When passing by a candy shop, she was stunned for a while, then went in and bought a lot of snacks, which Li Ce had bought for her, including honey cube sugar, jujube, osmanthus cake, chestnuts, packed in a bag Here, eat while walking. She chewed mechanically, recalling the story the child told over and over again. Tears flowed down into her mouth line by line, and she swallowed them together with the candies. The taste was very bitter and not tasty at all. Memories are like flying fragments, echoing in my mind piece by piece. "Then you should really thank me. The kindness of saving my life is extraordinary. Otherwise, you should not leave and stay in Bian Tang to make a promise with your body." Once upon a time, he used to stand in front of her and talk to her like this with a smile. She was besieged by Zhao Yang, and he rushed over at a critical moment, with dust on his body, his armor was hard, he held her in his arms with a frown, and said over and over again: It's okay, it's okay. When she was in despair, he came with a basket of pomegranate juice and comforted her slowly: Qiao Qiao, why don't you let yourself go? In the middle of a cold night in the palace, he came drunk, lost his mind and hugged her forgetfully, but in the end, he laughed and said: Fu'er's figure is much better than yours. She didn't know it all the time, it was like a forbidden zone in her heart, she never touched it, she didn't know if she really didn't notice it, or just, deceiving herself and not wanting to know? The cold moon in the sky sprinkled the clear light on the ground, the begonias on the roadside were still gorgeous, bright red like the finest rouge, where the wind passed by, it fell in a flurry of waves, sprinkled on Chu Qiao's clothes and hair. "Li Fox, have you ever liked someone else?" In the sunny courtyard of Mi Heju, they sat side by side under the crabapple tree that had been brought back to the palace from the street. She frowned and looked at Li Ce, who was actively picking out the portraits of this year's show girls, and asked suspiciously. "certainly!" Li Ce raised his eyebrows, and said seriously: "I liked Yu'er from Ranli Palace very much last night, her skin is like silk, especially her long legs, comparable to..." "Shut up, shut up!" Chu Qiao interrupted him with a frown, "I mean, it's the kind of liking, like, like..." Li Ce squinted at her, and said disdainfully, "You mean to say that the bastard Zhuge Si likes you, right?" Chu Qiao blushed, and said angrily, "That's right! That's right! How is it?" "What can I do to you?" Li Ce snorted, lowered his head and continued to pick the painting. After a while, he suddenly said "Hmm". Chu Qiao was taken aback, and asked, "What are you humming?" Li Ce said impatiently, "Didn't you ask me if I ever liked someone like Zhuge Si? I'm answering you." "Ah? You liked it, why didn't I know?" Li Ce looked up to the sky and laughed, and said very brightly: "How can you see through my emperor's thoughts easily, if you see through easily, wouldn't this emperor lose face?" Chu Qiao was very gossip and continued to ask: "Then what is the person you like?" "It's not that good." Li Ce said slyly: "The figure is also average, the temper is not good, and she likes to be horny. The most important thing is that she has someone else in her heart, and she doesn't like me." "Ah?" Chu Qiao was slightly taken aback, and asked subconsciously, "Then why didn't you tell her?" Li Ce smiled very chicly: "If you like someone, you have to keep it in your heart. Why do you say it? Besides..." He changed his tone and hesitated slightly, the wind blew from the lake surface of Taiqing Pool, blowing a strand of his temple hair, he raised his head, looked at the distant lake surface, his eyes were blurred for a moment. "Besides, I may never have a chance to tell her in my life." Chu Qiao looked at him quietly at that time, as if she could see far, far away through his eyes. At that time, the first person she thought of was that Princess Fu who hanged on the plane tree, who died for King Luo Murong Fu'er on the day of Li Ce's wedding. At that time, she thought with pity: Maybe, without that incident, this guy would be a decent person. Hot and humid liquid flowed down the cheeks from the corner of the eyes, and the wind blew over, so cold and so cold, the bright red begonia petals fell, floating all over the sky, like a rain of flowers, the wind rustled through the city, under the sky , Raising the residual red like weeping blood.