Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang
Chapter 419? Admired by Later Generations [The Finale]
His son, who often came to play since he was a child, was very familiar with them, so he responded with a smile: "Go back to the two young masters, the master just came back from the mansion, and he is probably changing clothes at this time. If you know that the two young masters are here, I don't know how happy I am."
When Murong Chang heard this, he covered his eyes, turned his head to look at the young man in black clothes who was carrying the boy out of the car, and smiled meaningfully: "That would be the best, isn't it big brother?"
Murong Chui didn't speak, he just held back the boy who suddenly saw such a big mansion, couldn't help being a little curious but had no fear in his eyes, and responded in a low voice, as if he was perfunctory to his younger brother.
Seeing that his elder brother was so tired and silent, Murong Chang sighed helplessly, obviously he was used to it, his eyes fell on the man who had just got off the carriage, wearing a clean white dress and covering his face up to the neck with a bamboo hat covering the front, holding The bone fan patted in the palm of his hand, and then he smiled and explained to the butler who saw them with a big and a small, who was looking at them suspiciously.
"Besides going to see my uncle, my elder brother and I have one more thing to trouble my uncle. It's getting late at this time, and it will be a bit late after we have dinner. My elder brother and I still want to stay here for one night. We met on the way. Seeing a friend whom we haven’t seen for a long time, we will explain to uncle when we enter the mansion, my parents already know about this matter, so my elder brother and I went in to see uncle.”
Hearing that the Huguogong and the Huguojun knew about it, the steward felt a little relieved about the stranger who came, and lowered his body and raised his hand to signal: "I understand, gentlemen, please."
The traces of tears are still there
As soon as they entered the mansion, the two confident teenagers immediately looked at each other, quickly walked towards the depths of the corridor, walked around for a while to a courtyard surrounded by green bamboos, and after arranging their clothes, They walked in together first, obviously knowing that the master of Murong Mansion is here at the moment.
Mi Qianqian, who was behind and wearing a bamboo hat, stopped and stared at the backs of the two children in a daze. Her fingers hanging in her sleeves could not help but clenched tremblingly. The tall and straight bamboo with yellowed and fallen leaves, his footsteps seemed to be suddenly stuck by something, and he couldn't move forward.
"You have been in the imperial capital for about a year, and you have been reluctant to see Brother Ji for a long time. If you only say that you cannot enter and leave the inner city because of your status, I will not believe it."
In the middle of the night yesterday, Jiang Luoyu brought two children to visit. When he saw the children who went out to look for him, his eyes instantly became unfathomable. After driving the three children out of the house one after another, when the two were alone, they wore luxurious clothes. The purple-robed Neijun's eyes were like lightning, and he spoke suddenly.
"You know that as long as you send someone to deliver the letter, no matter the current Murong Mansion or the Duke Protector's Mansion, they will never stop you in any way. You live alone with a child, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that your life is not rich, so then Not counting as Jidi, you were very kind to us back then and you were our good friend, but you didn’t even intend to let us know, what is this if it’s not an escape?”
Hearing such words, he didn't dare to meet the man's eyes for a moment, he just stepped back and leaned against the wall, biting his lip without saying a word.
"Qianqian." Seeing his actions like this, Jiang Luoyu was obviously a little anxious, stepped forward and grabbed his arm, and said into his eyes, "Seven years have passed, Brother Ji... I have never married a wife, I don’t get along with any female twins, no matter who I refuse, he is still waiting for you..."
Seven years have passed, and Murong Ji is no longer what he was when he was sick and weak. After a few years in the court, he held a high position. After the separation, he took over the position of the eldest son of the Murong family. Any noble lady from a famous family just waits desperately for someone who can't wait any longer.
"If you still have some longing for him, or you can still feel sorry for him... you can just settle it in these few days. No matter what the result will be... or you choose to stay by his side, or never Goodbye to him, I will not let him entangle you, and I will help you leave the imperial capital."
Those resolute words faintly rang in his ears, he forced himself to suppress the yelling in his heart, held the little boy beside him tightly, and walked towards a path paved with white jade slabs in front of him. I was so stiff that I couldn't hear any sounds clearly, until a very familiar hoarse voice with some tiredness suddenly overwhelmed the rustling bamboo leaves and the whistling wind.
"Come here as soon as you come, didn't you say that you don't need to salute? Get up quickly."
Immediately afterwards, Murong Chui's clear voice said, "Courtesy cannot be discarded."
Murong Chang's laughing voice followed suit: "Brother said that, and Chang also thinks so."
"You two..." A shadowy figure emerged from the depths of the bamboo forest, as if it was a snow-colored figure. The figure was thin and tall, just like when we saw it for the first time. The elder brother has not returned home for a few days, and the elder brother and sister-in-law are already tired with the youngest son alone, and the two of you are not good at studying, so you just come to my place to hang out."
Murong Chang paused, and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the sleeve of the snow-clothed man, his tone slowed down as if coquettish: "Uncle, it's so hard to come to see you once, don't you don't welcome me and eldest brother?"
The snow-clothed man let out a hoarse laugh, and stroked his jet-black hair with his slender fingers: "You... have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth."
Murong Chang smiled slyly, his expression was [-]% like that of the prince in his memory who persuaded him at the beginning: "Uncle is absurd."
He stared blankly at the backs of the three talking and laughing, and he didn't know how long it took before he could focus his eyes on that one. He was so in love with him, but he still couldn't give up everything to touch the thin backs who were hugging.
From the beginning to the end, he couldn't forget that person's helpless smile, he couldn't forget that person's tenacious mind, he couldn't forget that person's gentle and indifferent eyes, he couldn't forget the appearance of that person sitting next to him whispering softly, he couldn't even Forget the day when he was gone, that person's distressed and loving expression in the darkness.
But after experiencing all this, he no longer knew how to face that person.
Perhaps what Hu Guojun said is right... He didn't have the intention to meet that person, but he lingered here and refused to leave. It was just his own escape...
Those unceasing love threads back then, and now the hesitation of wanting to speak, let's end it like this.
His heart seemed to be pricked by dense needles, but his expression gradually calmed down. He lowered his body and walked across the stone slabs until the person with his back turned around when he heard the sound, revealing that he was more mature than before. A little, but almost unchanged, handsome face, and those eyes that always have a peaceful and gentle expression.
"I don't know who this is..."
When Murong Chang saw him approaching, he took a quick step forward and introduced to the snow-clothed man beside him, "Uncle, this Mr. Luo is a famous doctor who my mother and father have been wanting to invite to the imperial capital for a long time! My brother and I The eldest brother originally wanted to pick up the husband and go back, but on the way, he received a message from his mother and father, saying that his uncle has been suffering from wind and cold intermittently for the past few years. Let the famous doctor show it to my uncle by the way, and then bring Mr. Luo into the mansion together."
Hearing this, the man didn't know that it was just an excuse for him to come, but seriously lowered his head and smiled and retorted: "I have always been in good health, but it's just a little cold, it's not as serious as you said .”
Murong Chang seemed to know that the man would definitely deny it, so he tugged at his sleeve and said coquettishly again, taking advantage of his young age: "Since my uncle said that I am in good health, it's okay to take a pulse naturally, right?"
That person was shaken helplessly by him, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Chang'er..."
"Uncle, just because Chang'er and elder brother finally ran once, I readily agreed." Seeing that the man didn't object very much, Murong Chang's eyes lit up immediately, and he grabbed his wrist and made him sit not far away. On the stone bench, he gave him a look, "Uncle, quickly stretch out your hand, let Mr. Luo have a diagnosis?"
The man sat down under the child's pressure, and he didn't look angry at all. It was the first time he raised his eyes and looked at him. The dark eyes were set off by the gloomy sky, making them even more bottomless, but they contained a lot of gentleness and calmness. , so that he couldn't help but catch his breath: "My nephew is reckless, I made my husband laugh."
He opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to make a sound, which was barely audible intermittently: "...no...it doesn't matter."
Seeing that he was flustered, he took out the medicine bag with trembling fingers and put it on the stone table to signal to put his wrist down. The man's eyes suddenly moved and fixed on his veil, but his tone was still gentle: "Mr. ...why are you covering your face?"
Since he sat down beside that person, he was afraid that that person would find out who he was even if he didn't see his face, but when he heard such words, he knew that the person didn't recognize him. He pursed his lips and quickly replied.
"Luo...is a doctor who has traveled around, and is good at diagnosing intractable diseases. Once when he went to the mountain to collect medicine, he was injured by a wild beast.
His face became a bit ugly, he didn't want others to see him, let alone scare the patient, so he covered his cheeks himself. "
After listening to his explanation, the man hurriedly put down his expression and nodded: "So that's the case, it's an offense."
The man asked a few words and stopped probing, and immediately let Mi Qianqian breathe a sigh of relief, but when he saw the man's white wrist resting on the light-colored cotton medicine bag, waiting for him to reach out for his pulse, he suddenly A little flustered, but in the end he stopped trembling and pressed on the man's veins, gradually sinking his heart.
Before the pulse of his subordinates was fully revealed, Mi Qianqian frowned slightly, moved a little closer to the man and smelled it, and immediately smelled a faint scent of wine, and just when he was about to speak, the person whose pulse was being checked by him moved his eyes , as if he had just discovered the boy who had been hiding behind him, asked with a smile.
"This child is..."
"This is... my child... His name is Luo Xuan." When he suddenly pointed out the child, Mi Qianqian's heart skipped a beat, her fingers trembled slightly without being noticed, she pursed her lips and looked back and said in a low voice, "Here Master Murong salutes."
"It's not necessary to salute." When the man heard that it was his child, he was a little surprised, but he didn't ask any further questions. He just smiled kindly and pulled the boy over with his other hand, and looked at it carefully. Finally, the corners of his lips deepened, "He is similar in age to my two nephews, he looks so beautiful and cute, I like it very much. If you don't mind, let him join them and call me uncle." good."
Hearing the word "uncle", the person under the bamboo hat couldn't help trembling, and quickly withdrew his fingers, causing Murong Ji, who was holding the boy with one hand at this time, to feel his heart skip a beat, and his eyes flashed There was a very dim light, and I didn't know what was wrong with what I said just now, but I didn't see the slightly strange eyes of the two teenagers standing behind me after I said this.
After a moment of silence in front of the courtyard, the person under the bamboo hat turned to the boy and said softly.
"Call it."
When Murong Ji saw that the person under the bamboo hat obviously didn't want to, but agreed without any grievances in his mouth, he was a little strange for a while, and subconsciously wanted to stop the child from addressing him. When his eyes swept over that pretty and cute little face, there was a strange feeling in his heart. The feeling flashed, but in the end there was no rejection.
"……uncle."
So he raised his hand, stroked the child's soft hair, and said in a very gentle tone: "Xuan'er is so good."
After saying this, he forced himself to suppress his inexplicable kiss to the child in front of him. Seeing that this was a boy and not a twin, he took his hand and led him to Murong Chui's side, pointing to the girl who happened to be opposite Li Yuyuan. Qing Luoyuan said softly with a smile: "I expected you two to come these few days, so I collected some good things and put them in my room to choose by myself. It is fate that Xuan'er came here with Mr. I just went to play with my two brothers."
Murong Chui pulled the little boy's little hand who was a bit confused, and said with a respectful expression, "Let uncle worry about it."
Murong Chang glanced at the two of them shrewdly, knowing that they probably had something to say, so he went with his elder brother, and the three children disappeared in the corridor after a while, and Murong Ji decided to watch them enter the house Just now, he turned around and looked at the person who had packed up his things and stood up wearing a bamboo hat, his gaze deepened.
"Mr. Luo has anything to say, let's say it now."
"Yes, according to Luo's pulse diagnosis, the wind and cold that adults always have is not a serious problem, but the Yin Qi seems to have been stagnant in the heart, and he doesn't take good care of himself on weekdays. He must also have a bad habit of drinking every day, which leads to ordinary minor illnesses. It's too late." Hearing this, the person under the bamboo hat immediately looked at him with complicated eyes, "Dare to ask my lord, but is there something that is difficult to understand and smoldering in my heart?"
Murong Ji knew that he said about drinking, and was afraid that the smell of alcohol on his body would be discovered, so he smiled generously, but there was a bit of bitterness in his eyes: "Mr. Luo is worthy of a famous doctor, it is true. The depression in my heart is intractable, I often can't fall asleep at night, I can only rely on drunkenness, and later I get the benefits of this wine, and I can't do without drinking every night, so I have become addicted to alcohol."
Wu?
Fearing that Murong Ji would recognize it, Mi Qianqian wrote down the prescription with her left hand, remembering the reason that person said just now, and remembering when she was imprisoned in the house a few years ago, looking up at the sky through the gap to miss that person, that person It turned out that people were suffering as much pain as him every day, and there was a sharp pain in the bottom of their hearts, but they didn't dare to show it on the face, they just paused the pen in their hands, and passed the paper in their hands after a while.
"My lord, please quit drinking in the future, and drink this prescription to take care of your body. If you drink it for three months, you will definitely get better."
Seeing the person taking the prescription and looking at it seriously with lowered eyebrows, Mi Qianqian couldn't help holding her breath a little bit, looking obsessively at the face that she hadn't seen in seven years, but she missed her day and night and dared not touch it, her slender fingers were almost embedded in the face. In the palm of his hand, he didn't even notice when the blood was bleeding.
Six years ago when he gave birth to Xuan'er, he broke his throat after screaming in the struggle, and there was no medical treatment after jumping off the cliff to escape from death. His voice has long been different from the original voice, so he dared to do this Under Jiang Luoyu's arrangement, only wearing a bamboo hat came to see this
He stared fixedly at the snow-clothed man in front of him, and couldn't help being fascinated for a while, until the man seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and suddenly raised his head to look at him, just in time to meet his eyes, his expression was a little dazed at first , and then slowly became strange.
Seeing that person's expression, he didn't dare to look any further. He just lowered his head to avoid the person's eyes when he suddenly heard the person's gentle and gentle tone. He subconsciously wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but the person's words were like a thunderstorm In general, it suddenly burst from his ear: "Mr. Luo's tone of voice... and his figure... are very similar to an old friend of mine..."
Hearing each word that the man said was shocking, but he said each word very slowly, Mi Qianqian immediately felt something in his heart, knowing that his vision just now was not quite right, most likely it made the person in front of him suspicious, So he pretended not to know anything, and asked quickly: "Old friend?"
To his surprise, after hearing him say these two words, the light in the man's eyes suddenly turned gray like a shooting star, and then he lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him, but turned to look in another direction , muttering: "Yeah... an old friend who I miss for a long time, but will never appear again..."
Following his gaze, Mi Qianqian was puzzled at first but then realized that it was the small courtyard surrounded by bamboos where the man lived when he was still seriously ill, and a bitter smile could not help but spread from the corner of his lips.
For a while, neither of them spoke again, until the sound of brisk footsteps suddenly broke the strange and peaceful atmosphere.
"Uncle!" In the corridor not far away, a young man in light blue clothes came quickly, shaking the things in his hands in front of the snow-clothed man, with a joyful smile on his lips, "Uncle, this seven-hole jade flute is quite For delicacy, Chang'er wants this."
When Murong Ji saw that the children had returned, he immediately folded the prescription and put it away, looked at the things he picked and nodded, and asked Murong Chui who was coming behind him and the boy who was leading him, with a gentle smile. Kiss: "Okay, where is Chui'er?"
Murong Chui didn't speak, just clenched the dagger in his hand, and showed it to his uncle in front of him.
Seeing that both of them had picked something, Murong Ji nodded, and shifted his gaze to standing behind Murong Chui, he seemed to hesitate at first, then seemed to have made up his mind, ran to the front and opened the box in his hand, Let the things inside be seen by Murong Ji, his eyes brightened and he said: "Xuan'er...Xuan'er wants this..."
"White jade Li bird lotus hairpin." Murong Ji saw what was in the box, and asked a little strangely, "This is for twins to tie their hair. Isn't Xuan'er a man, why did you choose this thing?"
Mi Qianqian, who was standing by the side, had been watching the boy's movements, and now she also saw the thing, and heard Murong Ji's question, she was startled and subconsciously wanted to stop it, but the boy's movements were faster, Having already handed the box towards him, those beautiful eyes twinkled with anticipation: "Send...to mother and father..."
Mi Qianqian's heart suddenly dropped heavily.
As if he didn't expect things to develop like this, the expression on Murong Ji's face remained the same, but the color in his eyes darkened a little, and he turned to look at the person wearing the bamboo hat: "Mr. Luo...is Xuan'er's mother and father?"
"Luo is a female double, and also Xuan'er's mother and father."
Mi Qianqian saw that she couldn't hide it anymore, so she didn't deny anything, she just took two steps forward and picked up the box in the boy's hand, her eyes glanced at the Li bird pattern on the hairpin, and she simply handed the box over to him. Going back - the Li bird ornament is the family crest of the Murong clan. If it is said that Murong Chang, the twin sons of the Murong clan, can wear it, except for the first-line wives married by each generation of the Murong clan, no one else can match it. generally qualified.
Not to mention him...he has been expelled from the Mi family, and now he is just a commoner with a low status, and he lost his body before getting married, and gave birth to a child...
Even if he recognizes Murong Ji at this moment, he will not be able to become his first wife in an open and aboveboard manner, and his Xuan'er is even more...
Thinking of this, Mi Qianqian felt unstoppable pain in her heart, she could only hold the boy tightly in her arms, and forced herself to suppress the sadness in her eyes: "This hairpin is so precious, and the pattern on it... Luo will never dare Please accept it, Master Murong, please take it back."
After hearing what he said, Murong Ji didn't think there was any problem, so he nodded and put away the things, lowered his head and comforted the boy softly: "Forget it, the pattern of this hairpin is really unusual, so I followed Mr. Luo Xuan'er don't care about it, go to that room and pick one for yourself."
The boy didn't understand the sadness of Mi Qianqian who was holding him at this moment, he only saw Murong Ji's gentle eyes and smile, he always had a feeling in his heart that he wanted to get close to the man in front of him, so he immediately obeyed his instinct, looked up Glancing at the parents who had let go of their arms, he simply nodded and replied, "Okay, uncle."
Because it was already getting late, the outside room was no longer suitable for the carriage to go back and forth after the boy had picked out the presents. Murong Ji couldn't help pleading with his nephew, whom he loved since childhood, so he left the four of them for dinner and arranged them properly again. "Mr. Luo" and "Luo Xuan" who came to be guests returned to Qingluo Garden where they lived after a few words of politeness.
The sand in the drain slid down silently, Mi Qianqian blew out all the candles, sat quietly on the edge of the bed, patted the sleepy child, and waited until he was fully asleep before slowly standing up and walking to the window By the bank, his eyes flowed out like water, and suddenly fixed on the direction of the bamboo house in the daytime.
In the inner city, there is no sound of a watchman, but the sky is invisible, but it can be seen that it is close to Zishi.
Mi Qianqian put on a pure black cloak and a hood that almost covered half of her face, then took off the hat that concealed her face, and quietly sprinkled some remaining drugs along the road, walked roughly After a stick of incense, he stood on the path leading to the door of the bamboo house safe and sound.
His eyes lingered over the green bamboos on the road, and he raised his hand to catch a falling yellow bamboo leaf. Mi Qianqian let out a long breath, walked forward slowly, and raised her head slightly. , letting the silver moonlight shine on his delicate and fair cheeks, with a bitter smile on his lips.
It wasn't until he suddenly felt hit by a heavy object with a strong smell of alcohol on his back that he raised his hand and struggled immediately, but was locked tightly by a pair of familiar arms at the next moment, then he realized that it was the person he was thinking of Hugged himself, at this time the man seemed to be drunk
He was so disfigured, but he held onto him tightly and refused to let go. The voice that had touched his heartstrings was hoarse, and the tone of his tone was full of unconcealable panic and panic--
The person he loves is so frightened that he can't help but push away the drug again.
"...don't...don't go..."
The man leaned against his ear, exhaled hot breath mixed with the smell of wine, and pressed his hot skin against his neck, murmuring repeatedly in a strange tone.
"Thousands...,,
"Qianqian...is that you..."
"You're back...you're finally back..."
"Thousands..."
"I've been waiting for you...I've been waiting for you..."
At the end, she was so choked up, her arms suddenly relaxed, and Mi Qianqian subconsciously wanted to break free, but the moment she turned to leave, she stopped suddenly because she took one last look at that person.
The man was completely different from the one he met during the day.
Although he was still wearing the snow-colored clothes, his body was full of strong alcohol smell, and he was still holding an altar in his hand. Those eyes, which were originally gentle, were filled with darkness, and the whites of their eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. Zhang Junmei's face twisted violently, her fingers tremblingly touched his arm, as if she didn't dare to really touch it, and after a long time, she suddenly laughed foolishly.
"I know...it's a dream again..."
The man just stared at him for a while, as if he was really just a phantom, and forgot that he was really hugging him just now, so he raised his arm and retreated softly, covering it tightly. On his own face, he let the tears drip down from his fingers: "Qianqian will not come back...not..."
Mi Qianqian knew that he was so drunk that he showed such a helpless side, and he didn't know how many times he had been like this every day for so many years, how many times he tortured himself like this, and how much he drank just now Alcohol, no wonder in the daytime people say that alcohol addiction can't be quit...
His eyes suddenly blurred, he didn't dare to think any more, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed the man's arm, carefully hugging the man in his arms, all the hesitation in his heart had been crushed by the man's pain , he hardly dared to imagine how that person had been suffering for so many years in pain when he left.
The man was already drunk, but he was hugged quietly in his arms, and he whispered in his ear: "...Zhaoxi...it's me...I'm Qianqian...look at me ..."
Hearing the words "Qianqian", the person lying in his arms raised his face, those bottomless eyes stared at him firmly, blinked for a long time, tears flowed from the white almost The transparent face fell silently, but it was as if a flame was burning in his heart, and he couldn't help but choked up and couldn't speak, so he could only tighten his arms again.
"Look at me... I'm back..."
"Qianqian..." I don't know how long it took, until the moonlight was obscured by the drifting dark clouds, and the person lying in his arms slowly pressed his cheek against his neck, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, and muttered, As if gradually waking up, "It's been seven years...I only regret...why...didn't realize it earlier...would you wait until I die...you won't abandon me..."
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry Zhaoxi, it's my fault, I shouldn't leave easily, I shouldn't not come to see you..." Mi Qian
Qian was so frightened by his words that he didn't realize the abnormality of the person in his arms at this moment. Tears blurred his vision and fell down one after another, pleading cautiously, "I'm back, I won't leave you again...don't you Get angry...don't say such things again...you forgive me, forgive me, okay?"
"No..." The man lying in his arms moved his lips, and suddenly raised his hand to grab his neck. Mi Qianqian was suddenly caught in such a movement and had difficulty breathing, but when she raised her eyes, she met the struggling man. Eyes of pain and despair seemed to have woken up, and seemed to have fallen into a deeper nightmare, "You're gone... just don't want to be by my side... I'll kill you... let's die together... okay?
it is good? "
Seeing that look, the person whose neck was stuck on the ground immediately forgot to continue to struggle, and slightly raised the corners of his lips to show a smile, and replied softly: "Okay... I am willing to say anything you say..."
Before he finished speaking, the man suddenly relaxed his neck, allowing him to cough violently and recover his breath, then he clasped his wrist with one hand, and tore his clothes with the other hand. It was torn to pieces, and the pale skin was exposed in the cold air of late autumn, and was immediately kneaded by the man's fingers, leaving red marks.
Sensing what the man was going to do, Mi Qianqian immediately opened her eyes wide, and cried out in panic.
"Zhaoxi...don't!"
The moonlight gradually fell from the gaps in the bamboo leaves, illuminating that delicate face, like tears of sadness and more like fright, the person lying on him bent down and touched his acupoint, bowing his head lovingly and kissing him again and again The tears in the corners of the eyes, but the deepest part of the eyes were full of madness and panic, which finally completely covered the pale figure.
"Qianqian...don't cry...I won't let you go...once I let you go...you will disappear..."
"... um... no... Zhao..."
end?
Bamboo leaves were rustled by the cold autumn wind, and after a while they fell to yellow leaves on the bluestone slabs. The pale man who fell down in the bamboo forest moved his eyelids uncomfortably, and there seemed to be a low voice in his ears. Whispering voice, but no matter how you can't open your eyes to see who is speaking.
It wasn't until the sky suddenly dawned that it seemed that a snow-colored bird was flapping its wings violently in front of his ear, which suddenly pulled him back from the deep darkness.
As soon as Murong Ji opened his eyes, he couldn't help the feeling of heart palpitations. After coughing a few times, the continuous hangover headache came up again.
He knew that because he remembered the person he hadn't seen for a long time, the pain in his heart couldn't be relieved for a while, so he drank too much. He probably sat in the bamboo forest last night and fell asleep, so he simply sat there without moving, and only exhaled a long time. With a sigh of relief, he looked up at a small sky in the gap of the bamboo forest with some wistfulness.
After resting for a while, he recalled that today is the day of rest, but there are still many memorials to be read in the study. He raised his hand to grab the green bamboo on the side and stood up. With a flick of the snow-colored sleeves, A frivolous belt fell down, and it was obvious at a glance that it was not something on his body, but belonged to another person.
Seeing the broken belt falling from his sleeve, Murong Ji's pupils shrank instantly, and many broken pictures flashed across his mind in an instant, his fingers trembled unconsciously, and it took a long time before he staggered as if he suddenly remembered something He stood up and searched for something, until he subconsciously let go of the other hand that he had been holding tightly, and saw a piece of black hair falling from between his fingers again.
Under the moonlight, that very familiar face with tears, the man's low panting, and his pale and scarred body... and that sweet and desperate feeling of ecstasy——
It wasn't until the night-black hair fell from his fingertips that he suddenly half-kneeled tremblingly, lowered his head and smelled the familiar medicinal fragrance left in his palm, which seemed to only appear in a dream.
It seems to be just a nonsensical spring scene, but the familiar body fragrance on the clothes, as well as the belt and blue silk broken in the palm, clearly tell him that this is definitely not just a charming trip as he thought. Dream.
The black hair fell down his shoulders, and he suddenly covered his cheeks with trembling fingers, and let out a low laugh, his voice was hoarse and full of sadness, and he almost roared hoarsely: "Mr. Luo... ... Mr. Luo ... Luoshui Mi ... Even if the voice is wrong, but your tone of voice, body shape and behavior are so similar, I should have noticed it a long time ago, I should have noticed it a long time ago!"
The sky was completely bright, reluctantly endured the pain in his body, tried his best to hide the broken clothes from yesterday, and Mi Qianqian put on the bamboo hat again to hide the sadness in his eyes, pulled up the boy who had been waiting obediently, and opened the door just now. The door in front of him wanted to take a step, but was suddenly blocked by a shadow.
His heart sank, and before he looked up, he already had an ominous premonition, but the man seemed unwilling to wait for his reaction, and suddenly grabbed his wrist, his eyes were more familiar than the night, as if spinning In the dark vortex, the words squeezed out of the lips one by one, with unpredictable sadness and deep ridicule.
"If I found you later, you would have already left, Mr. Mi... Did you not want to see me from the very beginning, you just heard that I have never married, and your brother and sister-in-law found you happily , so you are willing to come over and take pity on me...By the way, look at my current miserable state...I feel that I really deserved it and left...don't you?"
Mi Qianqian was so hurt by what he said, she immediately let go of the child's hand, recalled everything that happened yesterday, and hurriedly turned back.
Holding his finger, knowing that the man must have misunderstood something, he quickly blushed and defended in a low voice.
"...Zhaoxi...I'm not...yesterday we..."
Halfway through the conversation, his face was so hot that he couldn't continue.
In fact, he left today not because of that incident, nor because he wanted to leave the imperial capital, but because he had skin-to-skin contact with the delirious Murong Ji again under such circumstances yesterday, he felt that something was wrong I'm going to find Jiang Luoyu to find a way, don't meet Murong Ji so suddenly as if he was forced to meet him, the second is that what happened last night, he himself is very ashamed to see people, he wants to avoid it for a while and then meet with that People recognize each other.
Who would have thought that the man would be so impatient that he couldn't wait for a day, and would suddenly recognize him...
As soon as Mi Qianqian thought about what happened yesterday... first the man begged hard to restrain him, then he was very rough at first, then tender and caring, and finally made him feel a little bit, and his heart was filled with anger and joy at the same time. The seven years of grievances are all gone, I just want to temporarily pull the child away from the person in front of me, and explain when I calm down.
But at this time, standing outside the door and waiting for him to open the door, Murong Ji, who wanted to make an apology and inquire, saw the same letter paper on the table as it was back then. As if he was about to leave immediately, he was suddenly stung by this familiar scene, and the flames in his eyes were instantly extinguished like ashes.
"...Since you can come back, why haven't you heard from me for so long, and why don't you want to come to see me?" He pressed his fingers harder, his expression and voice were extremely soft, but his tone gradually took on the color of despair, " I know...I'm just a despicable...but why...why did you hide it from me! Why are you back...but you still have to leave!"
Hearing his gentle voice, Mi Qianqian looked up and realized that something was wrong with him. She immediately knew that he had misunderstood something, and quickly lifted the veil that covered her face, and whispered worriedly: "Zhaoxi..."
The child is the most sensitive. Seeing the two adults arguing at the door, she looked with her beautiful eyes, tugged on Mi Qianqian's sleeve in a little fear, and whispered: "Mother and father..."
"I understand."
After many years, I finally saw my beloved again suddenly. Yesterday, something like that happened again. Murong Ji fixedly looked at the familiar face close by, but never dared to touch those watery eyes lightly—— He thought that after so many years of struggling, the pain was extreme, but the next moment he was stabbed heavily again by the guarded eyes of the child who called his mother and father.
"I have been waiting for you for so many years...Actually, I know...you will never come back to me...but I won't see you for a day...I still can't help but hope...Now that you are married and have a child...in the future Just don't come... You don't have to come here specially to give me a dream that will be shattered at any time... Even if you don't want me, I will wait for you forever..."
Even though his heart had turned to ashes, he still looked at that person little by little until he seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. He lowered his head and coughed twice, wiping the blood from the corners of his lips vigorously, Staggering back, he muttered to himself: "I admit it... I admit it!"
"No...Zhaoxi! Where are you thinking, I'm not married...I'm not in love with someone else..." Hearing the words of Murong Ji just now, Mi Qianqian didn't react at first, but saw that the man's heart was dead Turning around and leaving like that, he couldn't help but spit out blood in his heart, and immediately hurried forward to grab the man's hand in panic, and defended with a pale face, "It's not... Xuan'er... Xuan'er, he yes……"
"Don't worry, I won't force you or hinder you."
Being held by him, Murong Ji's pale fingers trembled, but his head lowered even lower, the falling black hair covered his face
Completely concealed, only the fainter voice could be heard, forced to smile with the corners of his lips pulled, but staggered a few steps unbearably, finally fell down and sat down against the vermilion pillar, the scarlet between his lips diffused again. Out: "You can go wherever you want, you don't have to explain to me, I just feel a little...a little pain...it will be fine in a while..."
"Zhaoxi!"
Seeing his beloved vomit blood mouthful after mouthful, his face pale like gold paper, and the last gleam of light faded from his eyes, Mi Qianqian felt that he was in too much grief, which caused the root cause of the disease, and he was suddenly panicked. Don't care about those many lying on his chest and hugging him, explaining again and again.
"Zhaoxi... I didn't lie to you! That child... was that time I gave you the life-extending pill. After we had a happy relationship... when I returned to the clan, I found that I was already sitting in the palace... I thought I will never see you again...I didn't mean to leave you on purpose...nor did I miss you on purpose...I didn't fall in love with anyone else...I just don't know how to deal with it..."
"...What?" This extremely long sentence, because Mi Qianqian's anxiety and panic was a little weak, but it made the person who couldn't stop the heartache startled slightly, and his eyes turned to the door standing by the door in a daze, anxious not knowing. How to be a good boy, he hugged the person in his arms with his backhand, forced himself to restrain his beating heart, and asked as if confirming, "That child..."
Surrounded by him, Mi Qianqian took a deep breath with nostalgia, her eyelashes brimming with tears for a moment, bit her lower lip hard to calm herself down, and said intermittently: "Xuan'er is our child...don't think about it...I ..."
This time, before he could finish speaking, the man's breathing stopped involuntarily, he raised his blood-stained fingers slightly, and raised his chin in an instant, allowing him to meet those beautiful eyes that gleamed with ups and downs, Confirmation word by word: "...you won't be leaving, are you?"
He tilted his head up,
When Murong Chang heard this, he covered his eyes, turned his head to look at the young man in black clothes who was carrying the boy out of the car, and smiled meaningfully: "That would be the best, isn't it big brother?"
Murong Chui didn't speak, he just held back the boy who suddenly saw such a big mansion, couldn't help being a little curious but had no fear in his eyes, and responded in a low voice, as if he was perfunctory to his younger brother.
Seeing that his elder brother was so tired and silent, Murong Chang sighed helplessly, obviously he was used to it, his eyes fell on the man who had just got off the carriage, wearing a clean white dress and covering his face up to the neck with a bamboo hat covering the front, holding The bone fan patted in the palm of his hand, and then he smiled and explained to the butler who saw them with a big and a small, who was looking at them suspiciously.
"Besides going to see my uncle, my elder brother and I have one more thing to trouble my uncle. It's getting late at this time, and it will be a bit late after we have dinner. My elder brother and I still want to stay here for one night. We met on the way. Seeing a friend whom we haven’t seen for a long time, we will explain to uncle when we enter the mansion, my parents already know about this matter, so my elder brother and I went in to see uncle.”
Hearing that the Huguogong and the Huguojun knew about it, the steward felt a little relieved about the stranger who came, and lowered his body and raised his hand to signal: "I understand, gentlemen, please."
The traces of tears are still there
As soon as they entered the mansion, the two confident teenagers immediately looked at each other, quickly walked towards the depths of the corridor, walked around for a while to a courtyard surrounded by green bamboos, and after arranging their clothes, They walked in together first, obviously knowing that the master of Murong Mansion is here at the moment.
Mi Qianqian, who was behind and wearing a bamboo hat, stopped and stared at the backs of the two children in a daze. Her fingers hanging in her sleeves could not help but clenched tremblingly. The tall and straight bamboo with yellowed and fallen leaves, his footsteps seemed to be suddenly stuck by something, and he couldn't move forward.
"You have been in the imperial capital for about a year, and you have been reluctant to see Brother Ji for a long time. If you only say that you cannot enter and leave the inner city because of your status, I will not believe it."
In the middle of the night yesterday, Jiang Luoyu brought two children to visit. When he saw the children who went out to look for him, his eyes instantly became unfathomable. After driving the three children out of the house one after another, when the two were alone, they wore luxurious clothes. The purple-robed Neijun's eyes were like lightning, and he spoke suddenly.
"You know that as long as you send someone to deliver the letter, no matter the current Murong Mansion or the Duke Protector's Mansion, they will never stop you in any way. You live alone with a child, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that your life is not rich, so then Not counting as Jidi, you were very kind to us back then and you were our good friend, but you didn’t even intend to let us know, what is this if it’s not an escape?”
Hearing such words, he didn't dare to meet the man's eyes for a moment, he just stepped back and leaned against the wall, biting his lip without saying a word.
"Qianqian." Seeing his actions like this, Jiang Luoyu was obviously a little anxious, stepped forward and grabbed his arm, and said into his eyes, "Seven years have passed, Brother Ji... I have never married a wife, I don’t get along with any female twins, no matter who I refuse, he is still waiting for you..."
Seven years have passed, and Murong Ji is no longer what he was when he was sick and weak. After a few years in the court, he held a high position. After the separation, he took over the position of the eldest son of the Murong family. Any noble lady from a famous family just waits desperately for someone who can't wait any longer.
"If you still have some longing for him, or you can still feel sorry for him... you can just settle it in these few days. No matter what the result will be... or you choose to stay by his side, or never Goodbye to him, I will not let him entangle you, and I will help you leave the imperial capital."
Those resolute words faintly rang in his ears, he forced himself to suppress the yelling in his heart, held the little boy beside him tightly, and walked towards a path paved with white jade slabs in front of him. I was so stiff that I couldn't hear any sounds clearly, until a very familiar hoarse voice with some tiredness suddenly overwhelmed the rustling bamboo leaves and the whistling wind.
"Come here as soon as you come, didn't you say that you don't need to salute? Get up quickly."
Immediately afterwards, Murong Chui's clear voice said, "Courtesy cannot be discarded."
Murong Chang's laughing voice followed suit: "Brother said that, and Chang also thinks so."
"You two..." A shadowy figure emerged from the depths of the bamboo forest, as if it was a snow-colored figure. The figure was thin and tall, just like when we saw it for the first time. The elder brother has not returned home for a few days, and the elder brother and sister-in-law are already tired with the youngest son alone, and the two of you are not good at studying, so you just come to my place to hang out."
Murong Chang paused, and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the sleeve of the snow-clothed man, his tone slowed down as if coquettish: "Uncle, it's so hard to come to see you once, don't you don't welcome me and eldest brother?"
The snow-clothed man let out a hoarse laugh, and stroked his jet-black hair with his slender fingers: "You... have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth."
Murong Chang smiled slyly, his expression was [-]% like that of the prince in his memory who persuaded him at the beginning: "Uncle is absurd."
He stared blankly at the backs of the three talking and laughing, and he didn't know how long it took before he could focus his eyes on that one. He was so in love with him, but he still couldn't give up everything to touch the thin backs who were hugging.
From the beginning to the end, he couldn't forget that person's helpless smile, he couldn't forget that person's tenacious mind, he couldn't forget that person's gentle and indifferent eyes, he couldn't forget the appearance of that person sitting next to him whispering softly, he couldn't even Forget the day when he was gone, that person's distressed and loving expression in the darkness.
But after experiencing all this, he no longer knew how to face that person.
Perhaps what Hu Guojun said is right... He didn't have the intention to meet that person, but he lingered here and refused to leave. It was just his own escape...
Those unceasing love threads back then, and now the hesitation of wanting to speak, let's end it like this.
His heart seemed to be pricked by dense needles, but his expression gradually calmed down. He lowered his body and walked across the stone slabs until the person with his back turned around when he heard the sound, revealing that he was more mature than before. A little, but almost unchanged, handsome face, and those eyes that always have a peaceful and gentle expression.
"I don't know who this is..."
When Murong Chang saw him approaching, he took a quick step forward and introduced to the snow-clothed man beside him, "Uncle, this Mr. Luo is a famous doctor who my mother and father have been wanting to invite to the imperial capital for a long time! My brother and I The eldest brother originally wanted to pick up the husband and go back, but on the way, he received a message from his mother and father, saying that his uncle has been suffering from wind and cold intermittently for the past few years. Let the famous doctor show it to my uncle by the way, and then bring Mr. Luo into the mansion together."
Hearing this, the man didn't know that it was just an excuse for him to come, but seriously lowered his head and smiled and retorted: "I have always been in good health, but it's just a little cold, it's not as serious as you said .”
Murong Chang seemed to know that the man would definitely deny it, so he tugged at his sleeve and said coquettishly again, taking advantage of his young age: "Since my uncle said that I am in good health, it's okay to take a pulse naturally, right?"
That person was shaken helplessly by him, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Chang'er..."
"Uncle, just because Chang'er and elder brother finally ran once, I readily agreed." Seeing that the man didn't object very much, Murong Chang's eyes lit up immediately, and he grabbed his wrist and made him sit not far away. On the stone bench, he gave him a look, "Uncle, quickly stretch out your hand, let Mr. Luo have a diagnosis?"
The man sat down under the child's pressure, and he didn't look angry at all. It was the first time he raised his eyes and looked at him. The dark eyes were set off by the gloomy sky, making them even more bottomless, but they contained a lot of gentleness and calmness. , so that he couldn't help but catch his breath: "My nephew is reckless, I made my husband laugh."
He opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to make a sound, which was barely audible intermittently: "...no...it doesn't matter."
Seeing that he was flustered, he took out the medicine bag with trembling fingers and put it on the stone table to signal to put his wrist down. The man's eyes suddenly moved and fixed on his veil, but his tone was still gentle: "Mr. ...why are you covering your face?"
Since he sat down beside that person, he was afraid that that person would find out who he was even if he didn't see his face, but when he heard such words, he knew that the person didn't recognize him. He pursed his lips and quickly replied.
"Luo...is a doctor who has traveled around, and is good at diagnosing intractable diseases. Once when he went to the mountain to collect medicine, he was injured by a wild beast.
His face became a bit ugly, he didn't want others to see him, let alone scare the patient, so he covered his cheeks himself. "
After listening to his explanation, the man hurriedly put down his expression and nodded: "So that's the case, it's an offense."
The man asked a few words and stopped probing, and immediately let Mi Qianqian breathe a sigh of relief, but when he saw the man's white wrist resting on the light-colored cotton medicine bag, waiting for him to reach out for his pulse, he suddenly A little flustered, but in the end he stopped trembling and pressed on the man's veins, gradually sinking his heart.
Before the pulse of his subordinates was fully revealed, Mi Qianqian frowned slightly, moved a little closer to the man and smelled it, and immediately smelled a faint scent of wine, and just when he was about to speak, the person whose pulse was being checked by him moved his eyes , as if he had just discovered the boy who had been hiding behind him, asked with a smile.
"This child is..."
"This is... my child... His name is Luo Xuan." When he suddenly pointed out the child, Mi Qianqian's heart skipped a beat, her fingers trembled slightly without being noticed, she pursed her lips and looked back and said in a low voice, "Here Master Murong salutes."
"It's not necessary to salute." When the man heard that it was his child, he was a little surprised, but he didn't ask any further questions. He just smiled kindly and pulled the boy over with his other hand, and looked at it carefully. Finally, the corners of his lips deepened, "He is similar in age to my two nephews, he looks so beautiful and cute, I like it very much. If you don't mind, let him join them and call me uncle." good."
Hearing the word "uncle", the person under the bamboo hat couldn't help trembling, and quickly withdrew his fingers, causing Murong Ji, who was holding the boy with one hand at this time, to feel his heart skip a beat, and his eyes flashed There was a very dim light, and I didn't know what was wrong with what I said just now, but I didn't see the slightly strange eyes of the two teenagers standing behind me after I said this.
After a moment of silence in front of the courtyard, the person under the bamboo hat turned to the boy and said softly.
"Call it."
When Murong Ji saw that the person under the bamboo hat obviously didn't want to, but agreed without any grievances in his mouth, he was a little strange for a while, and subconsciously wanted to stop the child from addressing him. When his eyes swept over that pretty and cute little face, there was a strange feeling in his heart. The feeling flashed, but in the end there was no rejection.
"……uncle."
So he raised his hand, stroked the child's soft hair, and said in a very gentle tone: "Xuan'er is so good."
After saying this, he forced himself to suppress his inexplicable kiss to the child in front of him. Seeing that this was a boy and not a twin, he took his hand and led him to Murong Chui's side, pointing to the girl who happened to be opposite Li Yuyuan. Qing Luoyuan said softly with a smile: "I expected you two to come these few days, so I collected some good things and put them in my room to choose by myself. It is fate that Xuan'er came here with Mr. I just went to play with my two brothers."
Murong Chui pulled the little boy's little hand who was a bit confused, and said with a respectful expression, "Let uncle worry about it."
Murong Chang glanced at the two of them shrewdly, knowing that they probably had something to say, so he went with his elder brother, and the three children disappeared in the corridor after a while, and Murong Ji decided to watch them enter the house Just now, he turned around and looked at the person who had packed up his things and stood up wearing a bamboo hat, his gaze deepened.
"Mr. Luo has anything to say, let's say it now."
"Yes, according to Luo's pulse diagnosis, the wind and cold that adults always have is not a serious problem, but the Yin Qi seems to have been stagnant in the heart, and he doesn't take good care of himself on weekdays. He must also have a bad habit of drinking every day, which leads to ordinary minor illnesses. It's too late." Hearing this, the person under the bamboo hat immediately looked at him with complicated eyes, "Dare to ask my lord, but is there something that is difficult to understand and smoldering in my heart?"
Murong Ji knew that he said about drinking, and was afraid that the smell of alcohol on his body would be discovered, so he smiled generously, but there was a bit of bitterness in his eyes: "Mr. Luo is worthy of a famous doctor, it is true. The depression in my heart is intractable, I often can't fall asleep at night, I can only rely on drunkenness, and later I get the benefits of this wine, and I can't do without drinking every night, so I have become addicted to alcohol."
Wu?
Fearing that Murong Ji would recognize it, Mi Qianqian wrote down the prescription with her left hand, remembering the reason that person said just now, and remembering when she was imprisoned in the house a few years ago, looking up at the sky through the gap to miss that person, that person It turned out that people were suffering as much pain as him every day, and there was a sharp pain in the bottom of their hearts, but they didn't dare to show it on the face, they just paused the pen in their hands, and passed the paper in their hands after a while.
"My lord, please quit drinking in the future, and drink this prescription to take care of your body. If you drink it for three months, you will definitely get better."
Seeing the person taking the prescription and looking at it seriously with lowered eyebrows, Mi Qianqian couldn't help holding her breath a little bit, looking obsessively at the face that she hadn't seen in seven years, but she missed her day and night and dared not touch it, her slender fingers were almost embedded in the face. In the palm of his hand, he didn't even notice when the blood was bleeding.
Six years ago when he gave birth to Xuan'er, he broke his throat after screaming in the struggle, and there was no medical treatment after jumping off the cliff to escape from death. His voice has long been different from the original voice, so he dared to do this Under Jiang Luoyu's arrangement, only wearing a bamboo hat came to see this
He stared fixedly at the snow-clothed man in front of him, and couldn't help being fascinated for a while, until the man seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and suddenly raised his head to look at him, just in time to meet his eyes, his expression was a little dazed at first , and then slowly became strange.
Seeing that person's expression, he didn't dare to look any further. He just lowered his head to avoid the person's eyes when he suddenly heard the person's gentle and gentle tone. He subconsciously wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but the person's words were like a thunderstorm In general, it suddenly burst from his ear: "Mr. Luo's tone of voice... and his figure... are very similar to an old friend of mine..."
Hearing each word that the man said was shocking, but he said each word very slowly, Mi Qianqian immediately felt something in his heart, knowing that his vision just now was not quite right, most likely it made the person in front of him suspicious, So he pretended not to know anything, and asked quickly: "Old friend?"
To his surprise, after hearing him say these two words, the light in the man's eyes suddenly turned gray like a shooting star, and then he lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him, but turned to look in another direction , muttering: "Yeah... an old friend who I miss for a long time, but will never appear again..."
Following his gaze, Mi Qianqian was puzzled at first but then realized that it was the small courtyard surrounded by bamboos where the man lived when he was still seriously ill, and a bitter smile could not help but spread from the corner of his lips.
For a while, neither of them spoke again, until the sound of brisk footsteps suddenly broke the strange and peaceful atmosphere.
"Uncle!" In the corridor not far away, a young man in light blue clothes came quickly, shaking the things in his hands in front of the snow-clothed man, with a joyful smile on his lips, "Uncle, this seven-hole jade flute is quite For delicacy, Chang'er wants this."
When Murong Ji saw that the children had returned, he immediately folded the prescription and put it away, looked at the things he picked and nodded, and asked Murong Chui who was coming behind him and the boy who was leading him, with a gentle smile. Kiss: "Okay, where is Chui'er?"
Murong Chui didn't speak, just clenched the dagger in his hand, and showed it to his uncle in front of him.
Seeing that both of them had picked something, Murong Ji nodded, and shifted his gaze to standing behind Murong Chui, he seemed to hesitate at first, then seemed to have made up his mind, ran to the front and opened the box in his hand, Let the things inside be seen by Murong Ji, his eyes brightened and he said: "Xuan'er...Xuan'er wants this..."
"White jade Li bird lotus hairpin." Murong Ji saw what was in the box, and asked a little strangely, "This is for twins to tie their hair. Isn't Xuan'er a man, why did you choose this thing?"
Mi Qianqian, who was standing by the side, had been watching the boy's movements, and now she also saw the thing, and heard Murong Ji's question, she was startled and subconsciously wanted to stop it, but the boy's movements were faster, Having already handed the box towards him, those beautiful eyes twinkled with anticipation: "Send...to mother and father..."
Mi Qianqian's heart suddenly dropped heavily.
As if he didn't expect things to develop like this, the expression on Murong Ji's face remained the same, but the color in his eyes darkened a little, and he turned to look at the person wearing the bamboo hat: "Mr. Luo...is Xuan'er's mother and father?"
"Luo is a female double, and also Xuan'er's mother and father."
Mi Qianqian saw that she couldn't hide it anymore, so she didn't deny anything, she just took two steps forward and picked up the box in the boy's hand, her eyes glanced at the Li bird pattern on the hairpin, and she simply handed the box over to him. Going back - the Li bird ornament is the family crest of the Murong clan. If it is said that Murong Chang, the twin sons of the Murong clan, can wear it, except for the first-line wives married by each generation of the Murong clan, no one else can match it. generally qualified.
Not to mention him...he has been expelled from the Mi family, and now he is just a commoner with a low status, and he lost his body before getting married, and gave birth to a child...
Even if he recognizes Murong Ji at this moment, he will not be able to become his first wife in an open and aboveboard manner, and his Xuan'er is even more...
Thinking of this, Mi Qianqian felt unstoppable pain in her heart, she could only hold the boy tightly in her arms, and forced herself to suppress the sadness in her eyes: "This hairpin is so precious, and the pattern on it... Luo will never dare Please accept it, Master Murong, please take it back."
After hearing what he said, Murong Ji didn't think there was any problem, so he nodded and put away the things, lowered his head and comforted the boy softly: "Forget it, the pattern of this hairpin is really unusual, so I followed Mr. Luo Xuan'er don't care about it, go to that room and pick one for yourself."
The boy didn't understand the sadness of Mi Qianqian who was holding him at this moment, he only saw Murong Ji's gentle eyes and smile, he always had a feeling in his heart that he wanted to get close to the man in front of him, so he immediately obeyed his instinct, looked up Glancing at the parents who had let go of their arms, he simply nodded and replied, "Okay, uncle."
Because it was already getting late, the outside room was no longer suitable for the carriage to go back and forth after the boy had picked out the presents. Murong Ji couldn't help pleading with his nephew, whom he loved since childhood, so he left the four of them for dinner and arranged them properly again. "Mr. Luo" and "Luo Xuan" who came to be guests returned to Qingluo Garden where they lived after a few words of politeness.
The sand in the drain slid down silently, Mi Qianqian blew out all the candles, sat quietly on the edge of the bed, patted the sleepy child, and waited until he was fully asleep before slowly standing up and walking to the window By the bank, his eyes flowed out like water, and suddenly fixed on the direction of the bamboo house in the daytime.
In the inner city, there is no sound of a watchman, but the sky is invisible, but it can be seen that it is close to Zishi.
Mi Qianqian put on a pure black cloak and a hood that almost covered half of her face, then took off the hat that concealed her face, and quietly sprinkled some remaining drugs along the road, walked roughly After a stick of incense, he stood on the path leading to the door of the bamboo house safe and sound.
His eyes lingered over the green bamboos on the road, and he raised his hand to catch a falling yellow bamboo leaf. Mi Qianqian let out a long breath, walked forward slowly, and raised her head slightly. , letting the silver moonlight shine on his delicate and fair cheeks, with a bitter smile on his lips.
It wasn't until he suddenly felt hit by a heavy object with a strong smell of alcohol on his back that he raised his hand and struggled immediately, but was locked tightly by a pair of familiar arms at the next moment, then he realized that it was the person he was thinking of Hugged himself, at this time the man seemed to be drunk
He was so disfigured, but he held onto him tightly and refused to let go. The voice that had touched his heartstrings was hoarse, and the tone of his tone was full of unconcealable panic and panic--
The person he loves is so frightened that he can't help but push away the drug again.
"...don't...don't go..."
The man leaned against his ear, exhaled hot breath mixed with the smell of wine, and pressed his hot skin against his neck, murmuring repeatedly in a strange tone.
"Thousands...,,
"Qianqian...is that you..."
"You're back...you're finally back..."
"Thousands..."
"I've been waiting for you...I've been waiting for you..."
At the end, she was so choked up, her arms suddenly relaxed, and Mi Qianqian subconsciously wanted to break free, but the moment she turned to leave, she stopped suddenly because she took one last look at that person.
The man was completely different from the one he met during the day.
Although he was still wearing the snow-colored clothes, his body was full of strong alcohol smell, and he was still holding an altar in his hand. Those eyes, which were originally gentle, were filled with darkness, and the whites of their eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. Zhang Junmei's face twisted violently, her fingers tremblingly touched his arm, as if she didn't dare to really touch it, and after a long time, she suddenly laughed foolishly.
"I know...it's a dream again..."
The man just stared at him for a while, as if he was really just a phantom, and forgot that he was really hugging him just now, so he raised his arm and retreated softly, covering it tightly. On his own face, he let the tears drip down from his fingers: "Qianqian will not come back...not..."
Mi Qianqian knew that he was so drunk that he showed such a helpless side, and he didn't know how many times he had been like this every day for so many years, how many times he tortured himself like this, and how much he drank just now Alcohol, no wonder in the daytime people say that alcohol addiction can't be quit...
His eyes suddenly blurred, he didn't dare to think any more, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed the man's arm, carefully hugging the man in his arms, all the hesitation in his heart had been crushed by the man's pain , he hardly dared to imagine how that person had been suffering for so many years in pain when he left.
The man was already drunk, but he was hugged quietly in his arms, and he whispered in his ear: "...Zhaoxi...it's me...I'm Qianqian...look at me ..."
Hearing the words "Qianqian", the person lying in his arms raised his face, those bottomless eyes stared at him firmly, blinked for a long time, tears flowed from the white almost The transparent face fell silently, but it was as if a flame was burning in his heart, and he couldn't help but choked up and couldn't speak, so he could only tighten his arms again.
"Look at me... I'm back..."
"Qianqian..." I don't know how long it took, until the moonlight was obscured by the drifting dark clouds, and the person lying in his arms slowly pressed his cheek against his neck, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, and muttered, As if gradually waking up, "It's been seven years...I only regret...why...didn't realize it earlier...would you wait until I die...you won't abandon me..."
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry Zhaoxi, it's my fault, I shouldn't leave easily, I shouldn't not come to see you..." Mi Qian
Qian was so frightened by his words that he didn't realize the abnormality of the person in his arms at this moment. Tears blurred his vision and fell down one after another, pleading cautiously, "I'm back, I won't leave you again...don't you Get angry...don't say such things again...you forgive me, forgive me, okay?"
"No..." The man lying in his arms moved his lips, and suddenly raised his hand to grab his neck. Mi Qianqian was suddenly caught in such a movement and had difficulty breathing, but when she raised her eyes, she met the struggling man. Eyes of pain and despair seemed to have woken up, and seemed to have fallen into a deeper nightmare, "You're gone... just don't want to be by my side... I'll kill you... let's die together... okay?
it is good? "
Seeing that look, the person whose neck was stuck on the ground immediately forgot to continue to struggle, and slightly raised the corners of his lips to show a smile, and replied softly: "Okay... I am willing to say anything you say..."
Before he finished speaking, the man suddenly relaxed his neck, allowing him to cough violently and recover his breath, then he clasped his wrist with one hand, and tore his clothes with the other hand. It was torn to pieces, and the pale skin was exposed in the cold air of late autumn, and was immediately kneaded by the man's fingers, leaving red marks.
Sensing what the man was going to do, Mi Qianqian immediately opened her eyes wide, and cried out in panic.
"Zhaoxi...don't!"
The moonlight gradually fell from the gaps in the bamboo leaves, illuminating that delicate face, like tears of sadness and more like fright, the person lying on him bent down and touched his acupoint, bowing his head lovingly and kissing him again and again The tears in the corners of the eyes, but the deepest part of the eyes were full of madness and panic, which finally completely covered the pale figure.
"Qianqian...don't cry...I won't let you go...once I let you go...you will disappear..."
"... um... no... Zhao..."
end?
Bamboo leaves were rustled by the cold autumn wind, and after a while they fell to yellow leaves on the bluestone slabs. The pale man who fell down in the bamboo forest moved his eyelids uncomfortably, and there seemed to be a low voice in his ears. Whispering voice, but no matter how you can't open your eyes to see who is speaking.
It wasn't until the sky suddenly dawned that it seemed that a snow-colored bird was flapping its wings violently in front of his ear, which suddenly pulled him back from the deep darkness.
As soon as Murong Ji opened his eyes, he couldn't help the feeling of heart palpitations. After coughing a few times, the continuous hangover headache came up again.
He knew that because he remembered the person he hadn't seen for a long time, the pain in his heart couldn't be relieved for a while, so he drank too much. He probably sat in the bamboo forest last night and fell asleep, so he simply sat there without moving, and only exhaled a long time. With a sigh of relief, he looked up at a small sky in the gap of the bamboo forest with some wistfulness.
After resting for a while, he recalled that today is the day of rest, but there are still many memorials to be read in the study. He raised his hand to grab the green bamboo on the side and stood up. With a flick of the snow-colored sleeves, A frivolous belt fell down, and it was obvious at a glance that it was not something on his body, but belonged to another person.
Seeing the broken belt falling from his sleeve, Murong Ji's pupils shrank instantly, and many broken pictures flashed across his mind in an instant, his fingers trembled unconsciously, and it took a long time before he staggered as if he suddenly remembered something He stood up and searched for something, until he subconsciously let go of the other hand that he had been holding tightly, and saw a piece of black hair falling from between his fingers again.
Under the moonlight, that very familiar face with tears, the man's low panting, and his pale and scarred body... and that sweet and desperate feeling of ecstasy——
It wasn't until the night-black hair fell from his fingertips that he suddenly half-kneeled tremblingly, lowered his head and smelled the familiar medicinal fragrance left in his palm, which seemed to only appear in a dream.
It seems to be just a nonsensical spring scene, but the familiar body fragrance on the clothes, as well as the belt and blue silk broken in the palm, clearly tell him that this is definitely not just a charming trip as he thought. Dream.
The black hair fell down his shoulders, and he suddenly covered his cheeks with trembling fingers, and let out a low laugh, his voice was hoarse and full of sadness, and he almost roared hoarsely: "Mr. Luo... ... Mr. Luo ... Luoshui Mi ... Even if the voice is wrong, but your tone of voice, body shape and behavior are so similar, I should have noticed it a long time ago, I should have noticed it a long time ago!"
The sky was completely bright, reluctantly endured the pain in his body, tried his best to hide the broken clothes from yesterday, and Mi Qianqian put on the bamboo hat again to hide the sadness in his eyes, pulled up the boy who had been waiting obediently, and opened the door just now. The door in front of him wanted to take a step, but was suddenly blocked by a shadow.
His heart sank, and before he looked up, he already had an ominous premonition, but the man seemed unwilling to wait for his reaction, and suddenly grabbed his wrist, his eyes were more familiar than the night, as if spinning In the dark vortex, the words squeezed out of the lips one by one, with unpredictable sadness and deep ridicule.
"If I found you later, you would have already left, Mr. Mi... Did you not want to see me from the very beginning, you just heard that I have never married, and your brother and sister-in-law found you happily , so you are willing to come over and take pity on me...By the way, look at my current miserable state...I feel that I really deserved it and left...don't you?"
Mi Qianqian was so hurt by what he said, she immediately let go of the child's hand, recalled everything that happened yesterday, and hurriedly turned back.
Holding his finger, knowing that the man must have misunderstood something, he quickly blushed and defended in a low voice.
"...Zhaoxi...I'm not...yesterday we..."
Halfway through the conversation, his face was so hot that he couldn't continue.
In fact, he left today not because of that incident, nor because he wanted to leave the imperial capital, but because he had skin-to-skin contact with the delirious Murong Ji again under such circumstances yesterday, he felt that something was wrong I'm going to find Jiang Luoyu to find a way, don't meet Murong Ji so suddenly as if he was forced to meet him, the second is that what happened last night, he himself is very ashamed to see people, he wants to avoid it for a while and then meet with that People recognize each other.
Who would have thought that the man would be so impatient that he couldn't wait for a day, and would suddenly recognize him...
As soon as Mi Qianqian thought about what happened yesterday... first the man begged hard to restrain him, then he was very rough at first, then tender and caring, and finally made him feel a little bit, and his heart was filled with anger and joy at the same time. The seven years of grievances are all gone, I just want to temporarily pull the child away from the person in front of me, and explain when I calm down.
But at this time, standing outside the door and waiting for him to open the door, Murong Ji, who wanted to make an apology and inquire, saw the same letter paper on the table as it was back then. As if he was about to leave immediately, he was suddenly stung by this familiar scene, and the flames in his eyes were instantly extinguished like ashes.
"...Since you can come back, why haven't you heard from me for so long, and why don't you want to come to see me?" He pressed his fingers harder, his expression and voice were extremely soft, but his tone gradually took on the color of despair, " I know...I'm just a despicable...but why...why did you hide it from me! Why are you back...but you still have to leave!"
Hearing his gentle voice, Mi Qianqian looked up and realized that something was wrong with him. She immediately knew that he had misunderstood something, and quickly lifted the veil that covered her face, and whispered worriedly: "Zhaoxi..."
The child is the most sensitive. Seeing the two adults arguing at the door, she looked with her beautiful eyes, tugged on Mi Qianqian's sleeve in a little fear, and whispered: "Mother and father..."
"I understand."
After many years, I finally saw my beloved again suddenly. Yesterday, something like that happened again. Murong Ji fixedly looked at the familiar face close by, but never dared to touch those watery eyes lightly—— He thought that after so many years of struggling, the pain was extreme, but the next moment he was stabbed heavily again by the guarded eyes of the child who called his mother and father.
"I have been waiting for you for so many years...Actually, I know...you will never come back to me...but I won't see you for a day...I still can't help but hope...Now that you are married and have a child...in the future Just don't come... You don't have to come here specially to give me a dream that will be shattered at any time... Even if you don't want me, I will wait for you forever..."
Even though his heart had turned to ashes, he still looked at that person little by little until he seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. He lowered his head and coughed twice, wiping the blood from the corners of his lips vigorously, Staggering back, he muttered to himself: "I admit it... I admit it!"
"No...Zhaoxi! Where are you thinking, I'm not married...I'm not in love with someone else..." Hearing the words of Murong Ji just now, Mi Qianqian didn't react at first, but saw that the man's heart was dead Turning around and leaving like that, he couldn't help but spit out blood in his heart, and immediately hurried forward to grab the man's hand in panic, and defended with a pale face, "It's not... Xuan'er... Xuan'er, he yes……"
"Don't worry, I won't force you or hinder you."
Being held by him, Murong Ji's pale fingers trembled, but his head lowered even lower, the falling black hair covered his face
Completely concealed, only the fainter voice could be heard, forced to smile with the corners of his lips pulled, but staggered a few steps unbearably, finally fell down and sat down against the vermilion pillar, the scarlet between his lips diffused again. Out: "You can go wherever you want, you don't have to explain to me, I just feel a little...a little pain...it will be fine in a while..."
"Zhaoxi!"
Seeing his beloved vomit blood mouthful after mouthful, his face pale like gold paper, and the last gleam of light faded from his eyes, Mi Qianqian felt that he was in too much grief, which caused the root cause of the disease, and he was suddenly panicked. Don't care about those many lying on his chest and hugging him, explaining again and again.
"Zhaoxi... I didn't lie to you! That child... was that time I gave you the life-extending pill. After we had a happy relationship... when I returned to the clan, I found that I was already sitting in the palace... I thought I will never see you again...I didn't mean to leave you on purpose...nor did I miss you on purpose...I didn't fall in love with anyone else...I just don't know how to deal with it..."
"...What?" This extremely long sentence, because Mi Qianqian's anxiety and panic was a little weak, but it made the person who couldn't stop the heartache startled slightly, and his eyes turned to the door standing by the door in a daze, anxious not knowing. How to be a good boy, he hugged the person in his arms with his backhand, forced himself to restrain his beating heart, and asked as if confirming, "That child..."
Surrounded by him, Mi Qianqian took a deep breath with nostalgia, her eyelashes brimming with tears for a moment, bit her lower lip hard to calm herself down, and said intermittently: "Xuan'er is our child...don't think about it...I ..."
This time, before he could finish speaking, the man's breathing stopped involuntarily, he raised his blood-stained fingers slightly, and raised his chin in an instant, allowing him to meet those beautiful eyes that gleamed with ups and downs, Confirmation word by word: "...you won't be leaving, are you?"
He tilted his head up,
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