The new female concubine's love geometry

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The small sound, like the sound of a wooden fish, entered the door of her heart, leaving her nowhere to hide.The lingering sound surrounds the beams, quiet and deep, hard to drive away, imprisoning her in an invisible place.I feel depressed in my heart, but I can't clear it up.

What is the quality of the heart, what is the fullness of the words, all of them are nothing but waste.So what for a common man with such a talent? She tends to be ignorant, even though years have passed, she still doesn't understand.

Don't know the difference between lovesickness and longing?

The memory is still fresh, that winter arrived early that year, before the age of Chuyang, snow flakes fell in bits and pieces.Facing the wind from the river, it flew up and down, hovering above her head until it landed on her shoulders, leaving nothing behind, turning into rain, which was very biting.

And she, bending her slender waist and taking small steps, walked along the road, looking, looking.If someone else asked at this time, he just smiled perfunctorily and did not answer.

Also like the fool in the book.

I can't figure out the reason, can't explain why, so stupid, I can't even tell what my heart is aiming for.

The whole story is due to her birthday a few days ago----

Perhaps it was due to the vigilance of martial arts practitioners. Early in the morning, she faintly felt a pair of eyes peeping from the dark place, and it was even more uncomfortable at night.Looking far away from the rows of pavilions, it is a hotel not far away from the inn.

I don't know why, but before I could take a closer look, the window was hastily locked, and a black shadow flashed by. After waiting for a long time, there was no movement again.

The small room is located at the farthest corner of the inn, facing north and south, on the second floor, facing the river, with a slight flickering candle lamp, it is particularly eye-catching in the sparse light of the clear winter.

A traveler who settled in Miaozhou at the end of the year?

To avoid a house with bright and clean windows, but to live in a chaotic and dark place?

After several considerations, the dew became deeper and the lake surface was shrouded in residual fog, as thick as smoke.In the air, she gradually lost the platform, but it also made her feel like falling into a sea of ​​smoke, deeply trapped in it, unable to control herself.

It seems that the drums of war are thundering in the distance, and the clamor is rampant, step by step.

why?

I don't know.

Only an inexplicable emotion emerged, entangled in her heart, pinched her throat, and couldn't help but feel dyspnea and palpitations.

……

"It is true that such a young master has come, specifying the guest room, dressed in Jianghu, alone, and leading a black donkey."

"Does the shopkeeper know where she is today?"

"I just saw her hurrying upstairs, so she's in the room now."

……

look for it?

Thinking in my heart, I shook my head.

She doesn't want to show up, so why bother.

Outside the inn, lingering under the garden tree for a long time, but finally failed to take that step.

The world is in a hurry, like a dog floating in the clouds.

In the blink of an eye, or suddenly one day, that person will bring a husband and a child to Miaozhou again to meet her...

also unknown...

……

When people are there, I dare not see them.

Already empty, but worried.

It's ridiculous to act like this.

Since the man had gone without a trace, why did she bother to do anything, she was so dazed and cold that she searched for him till night.

The long hair over the shoulders is combed, from top to bottom, the lamp is embers and red, wanting to smile and frowning, with a lot of melancholy.

In the world, if she is like her --- I don't think about tea, I don't want to eat, I just want to remember that person.

Can it be considered lovesickness?

Or is it only love that counts?

On the desk, a piece of unfinished red paper was soaked in tea, and the ink had seeped so hard that its shape could not be discerned, only the words "life" at the beginning were exposed.

What I wrote was the song "Zhe Gui Ling · Spring Love".

You don’t have lovesickness in your life.

The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a fly, and the air is like a gossamer.

There is a scent of emptiness here, hoping for a daughter-in-law.

When the syndrome comes, exactly when? When the lamp is half dim, when the moon is half bright.

This ambiguous little order was written by her when she first fell in love.

At that time, she was still ignorant of the world, and she only had a half-knowledge of what lovesickness is, thinking that thinking about a young master whom she had never met before and only met a few times was lovesickness.

But now, she is writing it down by a mysterious messenger, but it is for the old man from the past.

How absurd is that?

Actually this is stupid, I don't know the depth.

She knew it, and the final result of this letter was just rotting in a corner that no one would ever know. It was only her secret, and she didn't need to explain it to anyone.

However, Naibu yelled uneasy in his heart.

In this way, let's just give myself an explanation.

Another note, re-silencing a short quatrain that seems to be ashamed of the heart----

Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few branches come out in spring.

May Jun pick more, this thing is the most acacia.

----A song of caring for a friend.

It is still raining.

Before the first step, drip until dawn.

(two)

Wake up from the world of mortals.

She did such a ridiculous thing that hurt others and hurt herself.

"Tianxiang...

Do you know that I should be that clown..."

She leaned down on the edge of the bed, whispering very softly.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, or because of the rouge tears that made people intoxicated, half drunk and half awake, the words he chanted were all broken like chaotic jade.

Throw it away and sink to the bottom of the lake.

The uncollected letter was brought back from the grass mixed with rain and dew when she folded her cloak early in the morning, and it is still hidden in the depths of her desk, among a dusty Book of Poetry. Like hiding deep in her memory.

I was reluctant to throw it away, thinking that if I forgot it, it would be as if it never existed.

But now the man's seemingly light words were suddenly dug out, and from her dream, they appeared majestically before her eyes.

Just like Nanke Yimeng, I don't know what night it is.

"I am..."

His sleeping face was pink, and his brows were slightly frowned, as if shrouded in crimson clouds, his face was slightly greasy, but his fingers were stained with scorching hot sweat.

Today's weather suddenly turned cold, and it was much colder than the previous two days.

Perhaps because the river is near, the wind here is always strong, especially on a cold and cool day like tonight, when it blows away for a while, especially drunk, it is easy to catch the cold.

After several twists and turns, the slightly damp hair ends wrapped around the man's neck like chains.

Spring worms fluttered on the paper, and at midnight, the people in front of her were restless, and she heard ravings, and she heard them, and accepted all the blame, and put her hands in order without a word of criticism.

Then another sleepless night.

Chapter 11

(One)

Zhuxuan Xiaoshe, the smell of medicine is scattered.

It is the special aroma of cumin, swaying out from the mouth of the smoking casserole, and the light smoke is scattered like autumn clouds without a place to find.

Tianxiang was in a state of confusion, sitting on the small table on the side of the East Kitchen, cross-legged and resting her chin, paying attention to the Jiangnan woman behind her who was fanning a cattail fan in front of a burning stove, and then looked out of the window obsessively, her thoughts flying Li, with a dull look.

Outside the curtain, the warbler is singing at dawn, and the green leaves are cloudy, but it is much cooler.Under the shadow of Feihong, the mountains are empty and the forest scenery is exquisite.

Such a beautiful scene on a good day is nothing more than a vulgar thing in the eyes of unintentional people.

This morning, following a stabbing headache, she woke up from Feng Suzhen's room, vaguely remembering the long dream last night.

In the dream, she seemed to be transformed into a drop of fish in the ocean.

Roaming freely is like a flowing cloud chasing the wind. During the ups and downs, the heart also goes up and down, as if sitting on a swing, so carefree.

Just as she was playing, the sea water wrapped around her body suddenly became hot, and the slightly salty smell pouring in from the gills became stronger, making it difficult for her to feel comfortable.

In an instant, the wind rose and the clouds surged, and làng waves invaded.A huge fishing net came chasing from the sea in the sky. She was the only one who couldn't escape amidst the restlessness. It just landed in the butcher's hands, and was bumped and brought to the chopping block.

Shrouded in white light, a pair of slender hands with thin calluses caressed her cheeks. She couldn't see what they looked like, and they didn't seem to be as rude as imagined. Even the fingertips trembled slightly, peeling off the fish around her. Her skin was as soft as a fish's maw under her hands, with some sticky thin sweat, tossing her from side to side, and then wiping her with clean water, as if she was cooking a delicate delicacy.