Chapter 117 A flying flower is falling away

I thought I could leave freely without looking back, but this time, I did not look back, nor did I stop looking at the beautiful spring scenery along the way.Back at the Moon Central Palace, I sat quietly until dusk, until the night came, nothing changed, but I would think of him and his intoxicating flute sound. In the light night, I had a deep and sinking dream. I dreamed that I was dressed luxuriously, wearing the court dress of the princess of the Great Yan Dynasty, standing in a high pavilion, leaning against the vermilion railing.On the city wall is a rolling red dragon, with no end in sight. In my dream, I could deeply feel that it was a glorious and prosperous age, not weaker than the Daqi Dynasty.The blue sky was as clear as washing, and I leaned so gracefully, watching flocks of geese flying south.

A flying flower came from nowhere, and the pink petals fluttered in the empty wind, so beautiful that it hurts my heart.It flickered in front of my eyes, but refused to fall. I tried to grab it with my hands, but it flew away again. I kept chasing it, chasing its beauty.Just when it was about to fall, I jumped and grabbed it, and my body, at some point, had already left the ground, falling from the high pavilion, falling like flying flowers. Such a splendid death originally did not belong to me. At that moment, I thought of Concubine Wu. This splendid death should belong to her.Even if I Shenmeiwan is going to die, I have to kill myself, and I won't fall for a flying flower.I tried my best to struggle, but my body was getting lighter and lighter. Just when I was about to fall heavily, I was suddenly awakened.

Hong Jian held my hand tightly and called out hastily: "Miss, miss, it's okay, it's okay." I slowly opened my eyes and was stabbed by the dazzling candlelight. I felt as if my whole body could collapse without a trace of strength. I said in a low voice: "I am dreaming again, such a rich dream, long and beautiful, shocking. The heart is falling away." I felt the sweat dripping from my forehead, and I felt that even breathing was painful. Hong Jian sat on the edge of the bed, I leaned against her shoulder weakly, she patted my back lightly, and said slowly: "It's just a dream, I'll be fine when I wake up, Miss, I'm really fine."

Qiuxi brought me a cup of green tea, and I took a sip, feeling the pain in my heart gradually lessening. The red candle was halfway through, and the bright moon was sinking to the west. I asked softly, "Has it passed the third watch?" "It's almost the fourth watch." Qiu Xi replied. "Well, you guys stay with me, I don't want to sleep anymore." I frowned slightly, still leaning on Hongjian's shoulder obliquely, without any strength. Qiuxi padded the pillow high for me and helped me to lie down. I looked at the full candlelight, flickering on and off, just like my dream, sometimes happy and sometimes sad.I was recalling the dream just now, why on earth I became the princess of the former court in an instant, why did I wear the court dress of the princess of the Great Yan Dynasty, why did the emperor and queen appear in the dream every time wearing the dress of the Great Yan Dynasty?Could it be that I really have some kind of unknowable relationship with Dayan?Or is it that the entire Yueyang Palace is inhabited by their souls?I remember that I had no dreams when I went to Mingyue Villa, nor did I have any dreams when I was in Cuimei Temple. Why would I have such a dream as long as I lived in Yueyang Palace, and Changle Palace.To be exact, it was such a complicated and confusing dream that he had as soon as he lived in Zijin City.What kind of story was entangled during this period, and today's dream is different from the past, how I became Princess Dayan, and what the flying flower represented, I clearly remember that I jumped and fell, thinking of this Here, my heart is still throbbing.

"Miss..." Hong Jian held my hand tightly and called out in a low voice. I came back to my senses and smiled weakly: "Well, I'm fine." "Your hands are so cold." She rubbed my hands, and I felt my fingers were cold, without any warmth.Am I scared?afraid of what?Why did I have such an ominous premonition when I fell, a kind of ominous premonition pierced my heart, I said, even breathing is painful. "It's okay, I'll be fine when I calm down." I still smiled weakly at Hong Jian and Qiu Xi, wanting to tell them, but afraid that they would dream more.Besides, the dream is already blurred, how many people can explain it clearly?The future is unpredictable, even if Chu Yu is by my side, I will not ask him anything, maybe Chu Yu knows all this, but this is my life, he can't disturb it, and he can't change it, he can only look at me , Misfortune and fortune follow fate, life and death depend on God.

Hong Jian and Qiu Xi quietly accompanied me, chatting vaguely, and these nights, they were often awakened by nightmares, and then they sat like this, and they stayed with me until dawn.I always think that they must have owed me in the previous life, otherwise why should they repay it so wholeheartedly in this life.If there is no debt, then in the next life, I should repay them. It was hard to survive until dawn, and when I woke up, I felt light and light, as if I was stepping on flying catkins.Standing in front of the window, I feel another bright spring day, why day and night are so different.In fact, I have always liked the tranquility of the night. If it weren't for the entanglement of this nightmare, I would hardly want to see the dawn.Therefore, many of the changes people sometimes have are out of helplessness, not following their own hearts.

Sitting in front of the mirror, I said lightly to Hongjian: "I need to apply a slightly softer powder, if it is too strong, it will be harsh to the eyes, if it is too light, it will not be able to cover my tiredness." Hong Jian carefully put rouge on my face, and said with a smile, "Miss, I know, you don't need to tell me." For myself, I can't help but say things like this, I need to be gentle, otherwise, I will get tired of seeing myself. After eating the bird’s nest porridge cooked for me by Qiuxi herself, I felt a little better. I walked out of the sleeping hall and walked to Meiyun Hall. I saw the beautiful spring scenery outside the courtyard.When I left yesterday, wasn't it so resolute and indifferent?My indifference is to Chunzhen, not to the scenery, the Yiyi willow, the apricot blossoms, and the swing frame that carries my laughter, which I miss very much.

"Go to Wisteria Pavilion." I left these words and walked out of Meiyun Hall, no matter how they followed me, I just walked in such a hurry. I rushed all the way, Hong Jian and Qiu Xi were still supporting me, and Xiao Xingzi and Xiao Yuanzi followed behind.Today looks the same as yesterday, but it seems different. Yesterday, my mood was very light. For the wisteria pavilion, today, I really miss the wisteria swing frame. I hope I can swing away my terrible nightmare and my unreasonable bother. Along the way, I don't care about so many passing scenery, whether Chunzhen is there or not, I don't avoid it, I just want to exile myself, and it has nothing to do with anyone.

Wisteria Pavilion, I have come to Wisteria Pavilion, and the apricot blossoms are already full of apricot blossoms in just one night. I don’t know which lazy palace man, because this place is remote, has not come to sweep the fallen flowers here, but has made such a beautiful scene. artistic conception.Looking at the fallen flowers all over the ground, I thought, how can I accept so many splendid deaths in an instant.Brilliant death, in last night's dream, chasing the falling of flying flowers, is it a kind of splendid death? I haven't met Chunzhen, it's very quiet here, so quiet that I can hear the sound of apricot blossoms falling to the ground, it's so quiet like a paradise, I can't figure out that this is the imperial palace and Shanglin Bieyuan.

I stood by the swing frame, and the wisteria flowers on it seemed to be less than yesterday, and the fragrance of Du Ruo made me temporarily confused.I sat on the swing frame, Hong Jian pushed me, I raised my eyebrows to look at the blue sky, and cheered: "Hong Jian, go higher, go higher." Even though I was a little dizzy, I still wanted to exile as hard as I could, Chasing the clouds and chasing the sun like a swallow, let yourself go, like I did last night, I jumped like that, with a beautiful fall away. I kept touching the apricot branches with embroidered shoes, and the petals fell away one after another. I felt my body fluttering like a fairy, and my white clothes turned into feathers in the wind, just as I closed my eyes to feel the fluttering posture Suddenly, I felt very light and light. I heard the sound of breaking, the sound of vines breaking, and my whole body was flying in the wind with the inertia of the swing.Only now did I realize that my life is over!

When I fell heavily on the dust covered with fallen flowers, I thought that Hong Jian and Qiuxi standing aside, as well as Xiao Xingzi and Xiao Yuanzi standing in the distance were all terrified.I still have consciousness, but I feel a crushing pain in my body, and my head feels like hitting a hard object, which hurts like a cone. "Miss..." Hong Jian flew to my side, knelt down and hugged me. "Xiao Xingzi, hurry up and call someone..." Qiuxi called out anxiously, I could hear all of this clearly. Hongjian and Qiuxi hugged me tightly, and I tried my best to open my eyes, resisting the shattering pain, and smiled weakly at them: "It's okay... I'm fine..." Although the pain was so painful that I couldn't breathe, I told myself, I am still awake, I can still talk, I can talk, I am not dead.I promised myself that even if I die, I will kill myself. The swing, the swing can't kill me, and no one can. I heard hurried footsteps coming towards me, and I saw that white dress from the corner of my eye, that white dress, the white dress I recognized.How he is here, how he will still be here. Chunzhen leaned over, I only met those eyes, the pain immersed in those eyes made me want to cry.He hugged me vigorously, didn't say anything, just hurriedly walked outside the Wisteria Pavilion. I couldn't wrap my arms around his neck, my hands drooped slightly, and I could feel his heavy and anxious breathing.This feeling reminds me of Chunzhen who rescued me after I fell into the water in Mingyue Mountain Villa. Now the embrace is so familiar, but that time he hugged me, I lost consciousness, just a subconscious feeling, but this time, I have memory, I can feel deeply, the warmth of his chest, the rapid beating of his heart, his panting. He kept looking at me, and I looked at him weakly, telling him in my heart: I'm fine, I'm really fine, please don't look so painful in your eyes.I don't like pain, pain will hurt me more, I need your usual gentleness, treat me gently. He seemed to understand the words in my heart, the pain in his eyes slowly subsided, and then he looked at me peacefully, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I won't let anything happen to you." Take me to Yueyang Palace. I felt pain all over my body, so painful that I couldn't speak, I just leaned against his chest weakly.Feeling his breathing quietly, my consciousness is getting shallower and weaker, and I feel dizzy. I ask myself, is it all because of the dream last night? That flying flower is still unwilling to let me go. Its fall requires my company.Its death also needs my company.I told myself with the last bit of strength, Shen Meiwan, you can't die like this, your death can only be ended by yourself. After that, there was darkness in front of my eyes, and I lost consciousness, and even felt that I had stopped breathing.