Chapter 206 Poppy

Someone told me that love is tolerance, love is patience, love is tolerance, love is full of hope, love is that as long as the other party is happy, you can always stand on the other side, not close, not staying together, just silently looking at each other.However, my love is selfish, desperate, intense, full of calculations and begging for returns, and can hurt others as well as myself.However, it has infiltrated into my bone marrow and inserted into my heart, accompanied by the beating of my pulse, which cannot be stopped without death.Could it be that this is not love? The carriage passed through several zigzag alleys and stopped outside Jingxiang Gate, facing a dense bush with luxuriant branches and leaves, which almost covered half of the sky, even the sun's light was blocked outside.There are only layers of high iron-red walls left, which have become mottled under the polishing of the years. When you touch it with your fingertips, pieces of colorful wall skin will fall off.

A plain white hand held the lapel of the cloak, opened the curtain, the sun shone on her forehead, the wind blew through her hair, revealing a forehead, like the evening snow on the top of Lingxiao Peak, almost transparent white, from the skin There is a sense of indifference from the inside out, making everything around him feel cold.The corners of her eyes were raised slightly, and she was holding a bamboo umbrella made of green bamboo bones to cover her face, only showing a thin chin. Bei'er came up from behind with the medicine box in hand, seeing the eunuch leading the way negotiating with the gate guards, she lowered her voice and said excitedly, "Master, this is the imperial palace!"

She didn't answer, just lowered her eyes, quietly looking at the bluestone road on the ground.After a day of rain, it still hasn't cleared up, the raindrops are blowing along with the wind, the light is also thin and dark red, shining on her snow-white black clothes, there are circles of dim concubine colors. Seeing that she was silent, Bei'er stuck out her tongue quietly, and followed her example and stood upright.At this time, the leading eunuch came over and said with a smile: "Master Shui Xiang, come with me." Shui Xiang nodded and said, "I have Mr. Lao."

Her voice suddenly sounded rough and hoarse, and even the driver was startled. I didn't expect such a vulgar goddess doctor to have such a voice, as if it had been burned by coals. cold.The old eunuch couldn't help but quietly looked at her again, only to see that she was dressed in black and had black hair, and a veil covering most of her face, only revealing a pair of eyes, which were dark and bottomless, although She lowered her eyebrows and bowed her head, but there was a sense of nobility permeating from the corners of her slightly raised eyebrows and eyes, and when she raised her eyes, there was a bit of sharpness.

"Eunuch?" She raised her eyebrows slightly, and called out softly. The old eunuch regained his composure and hurriedly said, "Go this way." It has been raining for the past few days, even if the drainage in the palace is done well, there will still be water everywhere.The old eunuch knew Shui Xiang's identity, so he didn't dare to underestimate her easily. He habitually hunched over and offered to help her hold an umbrella, but Shui Xiang didn't refuse, and walked aside with his head bowed.Walking to a corridor, Shui Xiang turned left habitually, and the old eunuch said in surprise: "Master Shui Xiang, this is the third time to enter the palace, so I remember the way? I think I entered the palace back then." When I was there, I couldn’t understand it for two or three years.”

Shui Xiang paused slightly when he heard the words, and said with a light smile, "I have a better memory." The old eunuch smiled and said, "Either you are a goddess doctor or you are capable. Concubine Yang took the medicine you prescribed, and she recovered the next day." Shui Xiang smiled faintly: "Eunuch, you're being polite." After speaking, he stepped back without a trace, followed behind the old eunuch, and walked silently with his head down. When I arrived at the Department of Internal Supervision, I inspected it as usual, and the chief eunuch of the Shangli Supervisor gave her a few words, and then handed her over to the consul eunuch of Qian'an Palace.Since then, Bei'er could no longer follow, handed the medicine box to Shui Xiang, and said with a smile, "I'm waiting for Master here."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shui Xiang turned his head and looked at her silently. Shui Xiang's eyes were extremely dark, and he just stared at her quietly, like a black cat stone.Bei'er has been with Shuixiang for three years. Three years ago, hysteria was prevalent in Beijing, and her father also died of hysteria. Fortunately, she was lucky enough to be taken in by Shuixiang.Although this master has a cold temper and rarely speaks on weekdays, he is still good to her.But now she shivered for no reason under Shui Xiang's gaze, and whispered with some fear: "Master?"

Shui Xiang withdrew his gaze, raised his hand to stroke the broken hair at her temples, and said in a gentle tone, "Are you hungry?" Bei'er hurriedly said, "Not hungry." "Didn't you bring some snacks, eat some if you're hungry." When Shui Xiang rarely had such an amiable face, Bei'er was a little flattered, but couldn't help being happy in her heart, and said with a sweet smile: "I'm not hungry, I'll have dinner with master when I go back tonight." Shui Xiang stopped talking, turned around and went with the consular eunuch. When he walked out of the yard, he turned his head and saw Bei'er standing at the door with a smile on his face.

How old is Bei'er this year?Should be fifteen? As soon as a weak thought arose in her heart, her brows frowned slightly.The rain had already stopped, but the air was getting colder and colder. The consul and eunuch explained the things to pay attention to when meeting with the emperor. She listened silently and kept them in mind. After walking for half an hour, she finally arrived at Qian'an Hall Outside, the servant went in to announce, and she stood outside and waited.She was a little nervous, and her heart was beating violently. She took a few deep breaths, but she couldn't suppress the tension. The corners of her mouth hidden behind the veil were tightly pursed, and her expression was extremely serious.In fact, since the first time she entered the palace three months ago, and even when she entered the city again five years ago, this emotion has been gripping her tightly, a little nervous, a little excited , a bit enthusiastic, and even a bit of anticipation.Shui Xiang knows that this kind of emotion should not appear on her body, and now, any distraction will lead to the complete failure of her plan, but she still can't restrain it, especially today, especially at this moment!

The door of the palace opened slowly, but it was not a consular eunuch, but a gorgeous woman in blue-purple palace attire, with an enchanting figure, a face like peaches and plums, luxurious clothes, a pair of phoenix eyes slanted upwards, seeing Shui Xiang slightly frowned , asked: "Who are you?" "This is Master Shui Xiang who was recommended by Concubine Yang to enter the palace to treat the emperor's illness." The consul and eunuch happened to come out together, and after answering, he quickly said to Shui Xiang: "Master Shui Xiang, you still haven't greeted Madam Cheng."

Shui Xiang paused for a moment, circled Concubine Cheng's face quietly, and then saluted Concubine Cheng: "Greetings to your mother." Her voice is calm, and she is very thoughtful in giving a palace ceremony. She doesn't look like a person who just entered the palace. Concubine Cheng can't make a mistake, her eyes become more and more gloomy, and she said in a deep voice: "It looks like a thoughtful person. , but why is she still wearing a veil? Who allowed her to wear this thing in the palace?" The consul and eunuch hurriedly said: "If you go back to your mother, Master Shui Xiang is practicing with hair, and it is not suitable to see foreigners, so he always wears a veil to cover his face when entering the palace." Concubine Cheng snorted coldly: "Are all the people in the Imperial Hospital dead? Concubine Yang is too confused, how dare she randomly recommend people from outside to enter the palace? If something happens, who can take care of it?" It was no secret that Concubine Cheng and Concubine Yang were at odds. Although Concubine Cheng's elder brother, Cheng Yuan, was an important military minister, he had followed the emperor to conquer the north and south.But Concubine Yang is from the Huai Song clan, not to mention a strong family background, she has the support of Huai Song's old officials.Especially after the death of Empress Nalan, the emperor has never registered a new empress, so the two are even more in the same situation.The consul and eunuch knew that something bad was going to happen when they saw her, but they still had to bite the bullet and said: "Madam, Master Shuixiang is a direct disciple of Master Jingyue of Taiji'an. Yes." Concubine Cheng turned her head, cast a cold look at the consul eunuch, and then said with a sneer, "In this case, you should bring this master in quickly." . The consular eunuch wiped off his cold sweat, and said to Shui Xiang, "Master Shui Xiang, come with us." The door of the temple opened slowly with a creak, and there were tiny fly ash dancing enthusiastically in the sun. Standing outside the door, Shui Xiang felt a little dazed for a while, thinking that he seemed to be dreaming, thinking that as long as he walked in, everything would remain the same. On a certain day when she passed away, her father and brother were still there, and she was still young and innocent. However, it was nothing more than a dream after all, and a strange smell rushed over. Even though the furnishings here were so familiar, the smell had changed.There are no more extravagant palace fragrances, no more colorful sleeves, and no more shadowy people holding cups and bowing their heads, singing praises of meritorious deeds.The whole hall was empty, the palace lanterns were hung high, and there were a few palace people in plain clothes standing below. The ink-colored curtains were hanging down, embroidered with golden koi carp tails, and large roses, against the background. The lights were faintly dazzling.And in the depths of the heavy curtains, a figure sat there with his head lowered, as if he was flipping through something, and he never raised his head when he heard the sound. The hall was so deep that Shui Xiang couldn't see his eyes clearly. Shui Xiang followed the consul eunuch and kowtowed to the man, and the consul eunuch said respectfully, "Your Majesty, Master Shui Xiang has arrived." The people above did not answer, and Shui Xiang and the two could only continue to kneel there with their heads bowed. The hall was so quiet that people could even hear the sound of the palace people's chest skin rubbing against the embroidery on the lapel as they breathed.Shui Xiang's heart was beating violently in his chest, bang... bang... bang!It was like a snare drum on a battlefield, each sound made her throat itch.She put her hands on her knees and knelt down there with standard court etiquette. The light and shadow of time passed by her hair and froze on her thin shoulders, as well as her slender neck, which was so pale that it bullied Frost and Saixue. bloodless. "Get up." The deep voice sounded from the depths of the hall, it was neither gentle nor overly indifferent, it was just so quiet, like a drop of water falling into a calm lake, creating circles of transparent ripples.However, just such a few simple words made Shui Xiang's back tense instantly, and a layer of fine oak was aroused on the surface of her skin. She stood with her head down behind the consul and eunuch, her hands seemed to hang naturally The fingers were slightly curved, but the nail of the thumb was tightly pressed against the index finger, poking hard.The pain was like sharp and small silver needles, poking at her violently tumbling mind. "Your Majesty, this is Master Shuixiang from Taiji Temple." Yan Xun raised his head slightly, he was a little tired from the hard work of the day, he put down the pen, pressed the thumb of his left hand on his temple, and slowly rubbed his eyes half-closed.His eyes swept across Shui Xiang's figure lightly, nodded, and said, "Come here." Shui Xiang walked up behind the consular eunuch, Yan Xun stretched out his right hand and placed it flat on the desk.Shui Xiang knelt down, the veil covered most of his face, and his bangs hung down, even covering his eyes.She lowered her head, her gaze was like water, and it seemed that a dark snowstorm had blown up on the bottom layer that no one could see. It was the same hand, slender and pale, and the fingertips were covered with bruises caused by holding a knife and holding a bow all year round. As for the calluses left behind, a large section of the little finger was broken, and the new flesh became rough after years of polishing, with hideous and ugly scars. She was only slightly stunned for a moment, then withdrew her sanity, put her fingers on the emperor's pulse, and diagnosed him.Yan Xun couldn't help but glanced at her, most doctors would be stunned when they suddenly saw his hand, but this one adjusted his mind so quickly, he is a smart person. After Shui Xiang took a pulse diagnosis, he took a step back silently, lowered his head and said: "The emperor's illness is not serious, it's just overwork and lack of sleep. The poor nun will prescribe a medicine later. The emperor drinks it, and pay more attention to rest." , naturally it will be fine.” Her voice was deep and hoarse, it didn't sound like it came from her mouth at all, Yan Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at her indifferently, and said, "Is your voice born like this?" Shui Xiang said: "Reporting to the emperor, the poor nun suffered a fire at home when he was young, and his throat was also damaged by the smoke." Yan Xun stopped talking, turned his gaze on her face, and then lowered it again.At this time, a servant from outside the hall came in to deliver the memorial, and the cold wind suddenly blew in, Yan Xun frowned slightly, and unconsciously exerted some force on the fingers pressing on his temple. Seeing this, Shui Xiang said: "The poor nun also has a set of massage techniques that can relieve headaches. I wonder if the emperor wants to try it?" The candles in the hall became brighter and brighter, the sun set outside the window, and the twilight fell, time passed slowly, and Yan Xun's eyes were like snow falling all over the place. He looked at Shui Xiang, and there was vague A bit deep, silent for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay." Shui Xiang walked behind him in a steady pace, stretched out a pair of white hands, and pressed them on his forehead. Her fingers were cold, and the first touch was like the cold snow on the top of a mountain, which made people tremble.Yan Xun looked calm, feeling her nimble and strong fingers pressing on his head, the headache really eased a bit.Then he closed his eyes slightly, and asked casually, "Is your master Master Jingyue?" Shui Xiang replied in a low voice: "Yes." "How many years have you been in the capital?" Shui Xiang said: "It's been five years." The corners of Yan Xun's mouth curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he said calmly, "Where did you come from before?" With a calm voice, Shui Xiang lowered his head and replied, "Minzhou native." Yan Xun frowned slightly, clenched his hand into a fist, put it next to his mouth, coughed lightly, and said, "Your imperial capital speaks well." Shui Xiang responded in a low voice, but stopped talking. The hall was huge, outrageously large, and a gust of wind was blowing from nowhere, light and fragrant.Shui Xiang looked at the person in front of her with a calm gaze. Even though she was looking at the back, even though she hadn't raised her head since entering the hall, she could still imagine what that person looked like.Yes, it must be like this, narrow eyes, deep gaze, high nose bridge, thin lips, even the color of the lips is extremely light, always pursed like that, as if dismissive of anyone.How long ago was that, Shui Xiang stood there, but her memory traveled across mountains and seas and returned to that past era. She hid behind a group of brothers, was held tightly by the nanny, and looked over from the gap in the crowd , I saw the young man coming from afar, and the other little princes and princes were crying endlessly, even some of them were quiet, with red and swollen eyes, and they were sent in reluctantly.Only he, with bright eyes and a calm smile, had no fear of leaving his hometown and becoming a hostage at all. Seeing himself in the crowd staring at him stupidly, he winked mischievously at himself. Since then, it has been a series of bright days, the palace is so big and there are so many people, but my eyes can only see him from now on.At that time, she was still so young, but the threshold in the palace was so high, almost higher than her calves. Every day, she would run from palace gate to palace gate, sweating profusely, just to hide in Shangwu. peeking at him outside the door of the hall... However, those days are finally over. Shui Xiang silently, slowly, took a deep breath, and in his mind, the fall of mountains and rivers, the fighting and conquest of gold and iron horses, and the struggle of shame and darkness, finally, everything dissipated. Only the back in front of me was left, this man who had been as tall and straight as iron from the beginning to the end. Shui Xiang's right hand pressed his forehead, his neck, his shoulder, and his back, as if he had pressed her whole life of wandering.She looked at him, looked at this man whom she had chased, loved and hated for half her life, and ruined her entire life, her heart was beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of her mouth, so that's it, what could he do? How, isn't this the best?She endured the struggle, endured all the humiliation, suffering, and torture. Isn't this moment what she was waiting for? There was a flash of sharpness in her eyes, and with a flick of her wrist, a soft silver light slipped from her sleeve and fell into her palm! Yan Xun's quiet eyes flickered slightly, with a deep light, as if he saw through something instantly. At this time, the maid in plain palace attire came over with white charcoal to add fire to the incense burner behind the screen.Yan Xun stepped on the carpet, stepped on the carpet, suddenly exerted force, and immediately, the palace lady yelled and dumped to this side, and the pot of white charcoal in her hand poured down towards Yan Xun and Shui Xiang! In an instant, the exclamations and screams of the palace people rang out together, Shui Xiang was also shocked by this sudden change, and Yan Xun took advantage of this opportunity to float away. "Quick! Come on, someone!" The consular eunuch turned pale with fright, and rushed to Yan Xun's side, shaking Yan Xun's clothes up and down in panic, for fear that he would burn the slightest bit.And the palace maid had already rolled her eyelids and fainted from fright, and the guards rushed in to hold her down, for fear that this "assassin" would do anything else.Although the empire has gradually become peaceful over the years, there has never been a shortage of such assassins in Emperor Yan's palace. Whether it is the remnants of the former dynasty who were unwilling, or the believers of the great guild who have fallen and hid, they have been there time and time again. sneaked into the palace with the intention of assassinating. The hall was in a mess, everyone was pale, as if they were facing an enemy, for fear of being angered by the emperor because of this incident.However, Yan Xun didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, he frowned tightly, he seemed a little puzzled, a little doubtful, and even a little bit at a loss, but these didn't damage his majesty. His eyes were still looking at that person coldly, as if they wanted to penetrate the broken hair on her forehead, penetrate her thick veil, and look into her heart. The consular eunuch followed his gaze and saw Shui Xiang. The guards were busy dealing with the assassins, summoning the imperial physician, and protecting the emperor, but she was the only one standing there, with pale skin and blank eyes, like a wandering ghost, without a trace of blood at all.The clothes on her back were scalded, and her neck was also red, but these were not the most important.The most important thing is that she still has her arms crossed, blocking it like a scarecrow. The clothes on her arms have been burned, a big red fire. "Ah!" the consular eunuch shouted, "Hurry up and save people!" A bucket of water poured on her body with a splash, her clothes were messed up, and her arms were badly burned. Several palace people rushed to help her, and the consul eunuch hurriedly said: "Hurry up and help Master Shuixiang to the side Go to the palace, hurry up and invite the imperial physician." The maids agreed, and helped her to go out. "stop." He suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, the voice was extremely cold, like burnt incense ash, mixed with astringent gloom, lifted layers of gorgeous and luxurious brocade curtains, and reached her ears.Outside the window, the wind and rain were desolate, and the rain slid over the tile eaves, making a tick-tock sound, reflecting his quiet ending, echoing clearly in the empty hall. "You...turn around." The light in the room was dim, and it seemed to be a little strangely red. The bright yellow full-length candle was quietly burning, and sprinkled the light on Yan Xun's sculpted and straight back.The golden thread on the skirt was shining, the dragon's claws were ferocious, and it seemed as if it was about to break through the black brocade and fly away. He frowned, and in his ears, he could only hear the thunder rolling from the sky, so far away and yet so close. Shui Xiang stood there, but he seemed to be unable to hear anything. The world was terribly empty, and everything in front of him became ethereal.All these years of bearing the burden of humiliation, narrowly escaped death, fleeing like a bereaved dog, devoting planning, and the loneliness and pain every night came, suddenly turned into a pool of cold dead ashes, without any trace of heat.She lowered her head and looked at the brocade gauze like a cloud of mist held by the jade-like phoenix and the emerald-gold hook. The wind blew and fluttered lightly, like rootless duckweed, just like her Usually, this life, this life, has never been truly held in one's own hands. So be it, the corner of her mouth moved, but she couldn't even pull a wry smile. So be it, what else?After all, it is so useless, so stupid, and so despicable! She bit her lower lip tightly, biting hard, almost biting her lip through.She didn't know what she was thinking at that moment, why the needle couldn't go through, and she stretched out her hands in front of her like a demon. Are you crazy?Are you out of your mind?Bewitched? Still, still, still have those disgusting thoughts in my heart, unforgettable for ten or twenty years? She suddenly wanted to cry, wanted to cry desperately, to cry out all these years of suffering, these years of tiredness, these years of pain and shame, so that she would never cringe and struggle in nightmares every night again. .But since when have these eyes been dry?Is it the day you fled from the defeat?Or the day when Cheng Huan was humiliated under that old man?Or was it the moment when the beasts tore their clothes apart? Or, was it many, many years ago, when she was wearing a bright red wedding dress, knelt and sat in the night sky filled with fire, and watched the two men riding horses, rushing out of the Zhenhuang City Gate hand in hand? The rain outside was getting heavier, and suddenly a corner of the window was blown open, and the cold wind blew up her black clothes, as if she was sitting on a swing surrounded by wisteria when she was a child, and her breath was filled with the little lavender flowers. It was light and fragrant, and the wind blew past her ears, raising her skirt and sideburns, and when the maid pushed hard, she flew high.The sky is so close that it seems that you can touch it with your hand. The clouds are pure white, just like the cattle and sheep outside the Great Wall that the Queen Mother often talked about. echoed in the ears. The sunshine at that time was so warm, the air was full of joyful moisture, she was so small, so young, the corners of her eyes were as clear as the water in the sea, she stretched her legs straight, swinging back and forth with the swing He was tall, but his eyes flew out along the high wall, over the red wall and gold tiles, over the many palace gates, until he saw the ink-painted chai gate.She saw him standing in the courtyard, with cold eyes and deep eyes, the wind blew through his clothes, and then he seemed to fly away, even his face seemed to be covered in a layer of smoke.The mist grew bigger and thicker, and was finally covered under layers of years, and could never be found again. "Master Shuixiang, the emperor is calling you, Master Shuixiang?" The consul eunuch was calling anxiously, but she didn't move at all, Yan Xun's face was hidden in the lingering aloes, following the erratic white air, looking at her back in black clothes, he suddenly seemed to understand . Yan Xun looked at her for a long time, then asked quietly: "Your name is Shui Xiang?" She didn't answer, didn't turn around, just stood silently. Yan Xun asked again: "Do you live in Taiji Nunnery?" She didn't answer either, the hall could hear the sound of falling needles, and the candlelight shone on her, casting a long shadow on the ground, so slender, as if she could fall softly to the ground with a light touch. Yan Xun's frowning brows gradually loosened, and he looked at her silently, his gaze was so long, passing through grievances and enmity, and finally said in a flat tone: "You go." It was as if a mouthful of cold water had suddenly poured into the cavity, making the choked throat tighter and tighter. Shui Xiang's fingers hanging on both sides trembled slightly. He tried several times, but he couldn't make a fist.Those attachments, those shames, those hatreds that gnawed at her heart and lungs like tarsus moths day and night, suddenly collapsed in such a light sentence.Her heart, which she had forcibly pieced together with resentment over the years, was instantly shattered, so empty, so painful, and so cold. "Master Shuixiang, the emperor told you to go, let's go!" The consular eunuch, who has become a fine man after walking in the palace for a long time, also noticed something unusual, and hurriedly urged aside.Shui Xiang breathed out silently, lifted his feet and walked out slowly, the candles in the hall were flickering, Yan Xun seemed to be depressed, waved away the attendants, and still sat down in front of the desk that had just been packed, lowering his head to review For the few surviving memorials, the ink pen slid across the bright yellow paper, making a soft sound.The wind blew, lifted the corner of Shuixiang's gray black robe, revealing a pair of cloth shoes inside, her steps were calm and graceful, even a concubine who had been in the palace for many years was not as good. The servant opened the door, and the slanting wind blew cold rain on the body, making it very cold.Shui Xiang stepped out of the palace door with one foot, and half of her shoulder was exposed outside the door. She should have left, and she should have left, but for some reason, she stopped suddenly, just like that, alive and dead, Can't take another step. The consular eunuch raised his eyebrows, took a step forward, held her arm and said, "Let's go with the master." After saying that, he helped her to go out without any explanation. The little eunuch of the main hall immediately came to close the door. Shui Xiang was obediently supported by the consular eunuch, with her head slightly lowered. When the night wind blew, her veil was blown off at once.The consul and eunuch let go of her and lowered her head to pick it up with an ouch. She turned sideways, turned her eyes slightly, and looked in through the open door.In the dim light and shadow, he sat there alone, without raising his head, but his pen stopped. The door of the palace was closed inch by inch, and she vaguely remembered so many things, so many things that she had forgotten for a long time.They were young and brilliant at that time, and they were all innocent and young, and the days were like mountain streams, flowing joyfully through those bright and fresh days. How long has it been, how long has it not been remembered, so long that she thought she had forgotten. However, at this moment, as she stood here, those memories were like a torrent in midsummer, smashing the barrier of the seal in her memory in an instant. At that time, the Great Xia was at its peak, the father was in good health, and the elder brothers were still young, even if there were occasional fights, they still carried the innocence and joy of children. But at that time, her eyes were too pure, her thinking was too simple, she couldn't see the dense bones buried under the glittering golden palace, nor the blood-stained blade covered under the colorful brocade, and she couldn't even see the sudden rush. The rumble of war drums was also suppressed by the drums and zithers in the deep palace.She deceived herself and lived in her own world, dreaming that one day Feng Guanxia would marry him, and then follow him all her life, take care of him, trust him, and listen to him. If, if life was just as it was first seen, wouldn't there be no entanglements of swords, swords, shadows and evil obstacles later? In the end, who was wrong? "Master Shuixiang, your veil." Shui Xiang turned his head, and the consular eunuch was taken aback for a moment. Although he had never seen the real face of this Master Shui Xiang before, she only covered her mouth and nose, not her eyebrows.However, in just such a short period of time, she seemed to have aged twenty years suddenly. The corners of her eyes were covered with wrinkles, and her temples were as white as snow. Especially her eyes were no longer calm and deep as when they first met, and became full of eyes. Vicissitudes, loneliness and loneliness are like a handful of dead ashes. "Thank you." Shui Xiang took the veil from the consular eunuch's hand and stopped wearing it. He turned around and walked out of the hall without any guidance, as familiar as his own garden. With a "bang", the heavy palace door finally closed completely, and the wind rustled like a bird crying at night, flying over the dome of the Holy Gold Palace.A little eunuch came up with an umbrella, the consular eunuch came to his senses and hurriedly chased after him, but saw Shui Xiang's thin and thin figure walking slowly in the long alley, the night was filled with fog, and the rain hit her shoulders above, like a lonely ghost. On this day, it was the fourth day of September in the fourteenth year of Kaiyuan, and the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month of the same year. A fire broke out in Taiji nunnery in the east of the imperial capital. The fire raged for a day and a night, and the entire nunnery was burned down. That night, Ah Jing Youmi, the commander of the Gyeonggi Guards, entered the palace. Yan Xun was eating at that time. After the commander Ah Jing knelt down and bowed, he said in a deep voice, "Master Shuixiang from Taiji Temple has left." Yan Xun raised his eyebrows and asked, "Dead?" "No, I'm leaving." Yan Xun gave a faint oh, lowered his head and continued to drink the porridge, and asked, "Have you not eaten yet?" Ah Jing wanted to say that he had eaten, but felt that he could not deceive the emperor, so he replied honestly: "I just came from the capital, and I haven't eaten yet." Yan Xun said casually, "Sit down and eat together." Ah Jing hurriedly said: "I dare not." Yan Xun didn't force it, and ordered the maid to set another table for him, and Ah Jing sat on a small stool beside him and ate half a bowl of porridge.Seeing that he had finished eating, Yan Xun ordered him to back down, Ah Jing was puzzled, and finally asked in a low voice: "The emperor doesn't want to know where she went?" Yan Xun said lightly, "You don't need to know." "Don't you need to keep sending people to monitor her?" Cigarettes were smoky inside the incense burner cauldron, and the maid in the rain-blue palace attire stepped forward, grabbed a handful of golden spices and sprinkled them into the golden burner.Yan Xun was silent for a moment, but finally said calmly, "No need." After Ah Jing finished speaking, she regretted her talkativeness, knelt down and left the hall. The main hall is dark, but the outside of the hall is covered with snow, reflecting the bright moonlight, and the surroundings are pale, but there is still darkness that cannot be lifted, wandering stubbornly in the shadows in the corner. The lights in the hall flickered and then went out.The eunuch, the head of the internal servants, came out with a bent waist, and the eunuch of the Tongshi Museum who was waiting at the side came up to him and asked, "Which empress is calling tonight?" "No one will be summoned." The chief eunuch clasped his index finger and thumb, making a gesture that the emperor was in a bad mood: "The emperor has already fallen asleep." The hall was as silent as water, Yan Xun lay on the dragon couch and closed his eyes. The night is so long.