Chapter 97 Chapter Ninety-Six

I read it carefully again, sealed it, and wrote on the envelope: "The emperor personally sends it." Qiaohui and Chen Xiang quickly put me on the bed and laid me down, I closed my eyes and said: "Please come here." Before the words were finished, Shisi lifted the curtain and entered, Qiaohui and Chen Xiang hurriedly exited. Sisi sat on the edge of the bed, asked softly with a smile, "Is there anything you want to eat today?" I said, "No, just light." Fourteen said: "Didn't you say that you loved Yangguan's 'Kashihong' when you were young? I have already ordered someone to buy it. By the way, I also ordered someone to invite a luthier who can play Husital. I guess it will be available tomorrow. I can come, if there is any song you want to hear, ask him to play it for you."

I smiled to show my gratitude, and took out the letter from under the pillow and handed it to him, "Please, please present this to the emperor." Fourteen's smile froze slightly, and after silently looking at it for a while, he said, "Okay!" He begged with his hands: "Hurry up!" Fourteen nodded and said: "There are papers to be submitted tomorrow, so I simply ordered someone to send them away together." He got up and walked out quickly. I breathed a sigh of relief and started counting the days.It's only two hundred and fifty miles away from the capital, so it's only two or three hours away.Sending them off now, they should arrive at night, if they are richer, they can arrive tomorrow at the latest.He had made an imperial decree not to delay or submit paperwork late, so he would be able to see the letter either tomorrow or the day after.The time on the road counts as one day, so I might be able to see him in three days.three days!

In the early morning of the fourth day, Qiaohui specially asked Qiaohui to help me put on the old clothes.Feeling happy or sad in my heart, I just stared out of the window in a daze.When Fourteen came to see me, I sent him away with the excuse of wanting to rest. The sun is getting higher and higher, it is in the sky, and it is slanting to the west, and my mood is a little bit gloomy.When the sky and the earth drew together the last ray of light in the world, the whole person was completely plunged into darkness. Qiaohui saw me staring straight out of the window without saying a word, and asked in a low voice: "Is Miss waiting for the emperor?" I murmured: "He refuses to see me, refuses to forgive me. So he hates me so much , He didn’t even want to see him for the last time. No! He definitely doesn’t even have any hatred, he just thinks it’s irrelevant, doesn’t care, doesn’t care.”

Qiaohui covered my mouth, wiped my tears and said: "Maybe there is something delayed. It's hard to say what happened in the court, and it's possible to get stuck. The emperor won't see Miss." My heart suddenly Jumping out of a glimmer of hope, she held Qiaohui's hand tightly and asked: "He will still come, right?" Qiaohui nodded desperately: "Yes, definitely will." It was another long day of waiting, and every minute and every second passed so slowly. I hope that time will be faster and let him appear.But then I began to feel how time flies so fast, why is it already afternoon before he shows up?Slower, slower, for him to appear.

Hope rises and disappears as the sun sets.I sighed softly: "He won't come!" But I still didn't give up in my heart. On the third day, my face was indifferent and I didn't care, but my heart was always looking forward to it. When the sun began to set, I smiled and said to Qiaohui: "He won't come." Qiaohui hugged me, tears dripping silently on my clothes. The world of mortals has nothing to miss anymore, and it's time to leave it to the funeral.I smiled and said to Qiaohui, "I have something to tell you, you must remember it!" Qiaohui cried: "Let's talk about it later, let's rest today." I shook my head and began to tell Qiaohui one by one, telling her about Luwu, Qiaohui nodded while weeping.In the end, Qiaohui cried and asked, "If the Thirteenth Lord doesn't come, what should I do?" I laughed and said, "The Thirteenth Lord will definitely come."

It was a rare good sleep, when I woke up it was already bright, Qiaohui saw that I was sleeping soundly, her brows relaxed a lot, and she asked me what I was wearing.I said: "That moon-white one, with magnolia flowers embroidered on the cuffs." Qiaohui helped me put it on as she said, and put on my hairpin and earrings for me.I looked at myself carefully, because my face was thinner, my eyes were extra large, my skin was paler, and my pupils were darker.Seeing my frown, Qiaohui hurriedly threw some rouge on me, but nothing improved. I smiled and said, "Forget it!" Leaning on her shoulders and closing my eyes, Qiao Hui and Chen Xiang helped me to lie down on the bed, I just felt tired and fell asleep again.

In a daze, I felt that someone was sitting by the bed, stroking my cheek with tenderness and compassion, and I was overjoyed, and called out: "Yinzhen, are you here?" Fourteen was slightly stunned, and replied: "Yes, I'm here .” It is Yinzhen, not Yinzhen.The joy quickly dissipated, and the sadness came. Fourteen smiled and asked: "The luthier who plays Husital has been here for several days, do you want to listen?" I thought for a while and said, "Take me out for a walk, have the apricot blossoms withered?" Fourteen was busy ordering someone Carry me out with a soft bag.

The sun in March in Yangchun is warm and warm, but I feel that my body is getting colder and colder.Fourteen walked by and said, "Although the apricot blossoms have withered, the peach blossoms are just in bloom." I looked in the direction of his finger.A piece of brilliant red peach blossoms blooming in the wind, burning wantonly. The servants had already laid out blankets on the grass, Shisi hugged me down and sat down, let me lean on him, and quietly looked at the peach blossoms, "Does it look good?" I said softly, "The grass is as green as green, and the peach blossoms are as red as they come." Feeling colder and colder, Fourteen pulled me into his arms and asked, "Is it cold?" I shook my head slightly.

Husital's voice sounded from some courtyard, and the vicissitudes of men's singing came from afar, sometimes weak and sometimes loud.After listening to it, I said, "It's not like the Uighur language." Fourteen said, "It's strange! It turned out to be a Tibetan song written by the sixth Dalai Lama Tsangyang Gyatso." I whispered: "Please promise me one thing!" Fourteen said without hesitation: "I promise!" Cremate it, and then sprinkle it on a windy day..." Before I finished speaking, Shisi covered my mouth and said, "What are you going to do? Turn bones into ashes?" I gasped and laughed twice: "No. I always wanted to be able to come and go freely, but I was imprisoned in the Forbidden City for the rest of my life. After death, I don't want any restraints. How beautiful it is to die with the wind! What's so good about being buried in the ground? To be eaten by bugs." Fourteen covered my mouth again to prevent me from speaking.

The ancients couldn't bear to see these places, so I blinked my eyes to signal that I would stop talking, and Fourteen Fang moved away. "This is my wish, promise me!" Fourteen was silent for a while, took a deep breath and said, "I promise!" After finishing speaking, he no longer had the strength to look at the peach blossoms above his head quietly.Fourteen asked: "Ruoxi, if there is an afterlife, will you still remember me?" The peach blossoms in front of me became more and more misty, and gradually turned into a cloud of pink smoke, flying farther and farther, only one lonely person who never turned back The back became clearer, and I murmured: "I will ask Po Meng for a few more bowls of soup, and I will forget you all, completely forgotten. Yunyu, live well, forget the past, forget eight...eight ..."

At that time, a gust of wind happened to pass by, and the peach blossoms all over the tree rustled down, like a gust of red rain, falling all over Ruoxi's body, and the moon-white clothes were dotted with bright red.Under the crimson petals flying all over the sky, Yunyu sat motionless for a long time, then suddenly hugged Ruoxi tightly, with her head resting on Ruoxi's black hair, a tear slid down her cheek, just falling on the corner of Ruoxi's eyes, wanting to It didn't fall, but it was like the tears dripping from Ruoxi's eyes. The Tibetan songs, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, reverberate in the peach blossom forest, "...First, it's best not to meet each other, so that you don't fall in love, The second best is not knowing each other, so can not Acacia……"