old friend song

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Junluo finally let go, and Lu Di fell to sit at her feet.

"Concubine Xiangui framed Wen Yirong and made her a scapegoat. I will help you kill the enemy you can't kill. Will you repay me with your whole life?" Feng Junluo asked coldly, her voice was colder than Ye Xue's.

Lu Di looked up at her. Many years ago, she sat on the ground and looked up at Feng Junluo like this. She was also wearing pink that day, and she was torn to pieces by running away. Even so, she still held her waist and gave orders. Feeling puzzled as he spoke, he kicked himself again, and the kick hurt painfully on the snake-bitten wound.Lu Di has always been quiet since he was a child, a little submissive and bored. The only stubbornness in his character is the cocoon shell squeezed out of suffering in the bitter cold land after exile, without edges and corners.At that time, she was obedient to Feng Junluo, but this time she couldn't, this time it was for Wen Yirong, not for others, but for her lover who died wronged before she had time to look at her again. Although she was forced, she couldn't get rid of this moment However, these words suddenly lit up the secret indifference in her heart. From the day Wen Yirong died, this indifference had taken root in her heart.

However, even if Concubine Xiangui really died and her revenge was avenged, she still couldn't forget the person who once occupied her entire life and threw herself into another person's arms.

"I can't meet your conditions." Lu Di looked at Feng Junluo, his pupils were bright, glittering and translucent, "I promised her that I would stay with her for the rest of my life. When she died, my life was over."

"So you know she's dead!" Feng Junluo gritted his teeth and shed tears. He rushed to Lu Di and pinned her to the ground, forcing her to see his hideous crying face. "She's been dead for five years! Why can't you Forget her, can't you forget those vows that have no meaning?"

Lu Di looked at her, and said calmly, word by word: "Oaths have meaning only after death."

Feng Junluo stopped crying, stared blankly at this person she was familiar with but never knew, and couldn't say anything more.She knew that what she said was meaningless. With just this one sentence, all her love and hope were destined to be nothing but meaningless reflections.She let go of her hand, stood up, staggered and stood firmly on the railing, exhausted her last strength, and uttered the only words that could be uttered.

"roll."

I don't know how long it took before the snow stopped and the cold wind picked up suddenly. Feng Junluo woke up from despair, and the waterside pavilion was empty. She stood in the boundless cold, and the tears on her face had already frozen into thin frost.

It is rumored in the harem today that the emperor's favorite concubine, Fu Bo, fell ill with a cold after being favored for more than a month, and the illness lasted for more than a month. Some people said that concubine Xiangui murdered her to keep her silent. die.But the emperor did not lose his love because of a sudden illness. He cared and accompanied him day and night, and the imperial hospital naturally did not dare to neglect. Finally, after the end of the year, Concubine Chen recovered from her illness and was able to run rampant in the huge palace again. The news that she was about to be crowned imperial concubine also spread like wildfire.

Everyone in Yongjia Palace was overjoyed, they had already forgotten the existence of Lu Di, and sometimes they thought that Concubine Chen was just a novelty and wanted to play a musician in the palace, but now they are tired of it and forget it.

Lu Di knew that Feng Junluo probably never wanted to see him, but without her will, he could not return to Changle Department.A new group of young musicians came to the Changle Department, and one of them was arranged to learn the flute from Lu Di. She had to go back and forth between the Changle Department and Yongjia Palace to teach the little musicians her skills.

She hopes in her heart that Feng Junluo will forget her own existence, but she also knows that this is impossible, just like she can't forget Wen Yirong.

This year's winter snow was extremely frequent, one after another, everywhere was covered with unmelted silver, it was very similar to her first year in the palace, but she recalled that year there was no cold but warmth.She and Wen Yirong cut off burnt candle wicks on snowy nights, talked about the mountains and rivers in the book that they could no longer experience personally, the hot wine turned into tenderness between their lips, she blew one song after another, never tired Sleepy, as long as I think of the smile in the eyes of the only listener, the tunes she plays can be filled with warmth.

Such a peaceful time was still broken by treacherous turmoil, Concubine Xian needed a scapegoat, Wen Yirong was unfavored and unknown, and became her best target.The emperor wouldn't bother with such a woman he couldn't remember. Wen Yirong once became a prisoner, and was given to death in the cold palace without being tortured. Lu Di used all her valuable jewelry, gold and silver to buy off the eunuch in charge. From a distance outside the funeral mound, I saw the flames soaring into the sky, and I saw the black smoke of the person who had softened all her love turned into pitch-black ashes.

Even she would hate, but her humbleness made it almost impossible for her to take revenge. She waited for the opportunity and crawled in this huge tomb with love and hatred, but she didn't expect Feng Junluo's appearance to make everything complicated and simple.

Lu Di's room is next to the hut of the Yongjia Palace, at the side door of the backyard. When the whole palace was in the Xuanqing Palace to confer concubine Chen's concubine, she stepped into the empty inner courtyard of Yongjia Palace. .This is an exquisite small garden rebuilt by the emperor for his concubine. They often order people to light hundreds of stoves, drink and have fun here all night long. She has nothing but to pay homage to the person who was separated from her on the same snowy night five years ago.

She played the flute, snowflakes fell, withered branches and white heads, the sound of the flute was accompanied by the falling snow between heaven and earth, Feng Junluo stood far away, watching, the resentment and torment melted together with the snow falling in her hair.

The Xuanqing Palace is intertwined with silk and bamboo singing and dancing, red candles are flickering, and on the table are delicious wine and fresh fruits tribute from foreign countries, minced meat from mountains and mountains, and burning fragrant oil extracted from the belly of fragrant whales in the deep sea. Feng Junluo saw the white snow outside the window, and suddenly thought of Lu Hagi.

The softest secret in her heart was pierced by a momentary thought. She secretly hated herself for being cowardly that she had never felt before. She returned to Yongjia Palace without hesitation, and couldn't wait to see the person she couldn't give up in her heart.Lu Di's room was empty, and the sound of the flute came faintly. Feng Junluo followed the sound, quietly listening to this song of mourning that did not belong to him in the falling snow.Feng Junluo understood on the last snowy night that everything about her is useless in front of someone who doesn't love her, and the pain made her want to desperately forget it, but nearly ten years of love and pursuit have melted into her flesh and blood, unless she dies, she knows I can't let go of this desperate love.

At the end of the song, Lu Di felt the eyes behind her, and she turned around slowly.As if he had waited half his life for this turn around, Feng Junluo and Lu Di looked at each other with calm eyes after being surprised, and returned to the dark cave in a trance.

You can't see your fingers in the cave, there are rotten branches and leaves and the smell of stale moss everywhere, cicadas sing harshly, Feng Junluo is upset, and curses in a bad tone, Lu Di, who is weakly leaning on her lap, can see her anxiety, softly Xiqi began to tell a story. She said that cicadas are very strange things. They have lived carefully for three, five, or even ten years, climbing on trees to hide from birds and other insects, but once they start singing, they will not stop. He screamed for more than ten days without stopping until he died.Feng Junluo even calmed down after listening, and asked her where she saw these boring things, Lu Di shook her head, the residual snake venom in her body made her exhausted, her cheeks were hot and hot, and she had to take a few breaths when she spoke, Feng Junluo silently spoke to her Forehead, sticking his cold face to it.

"Would you like to listen to the flute? I know how to play the flute. I've learned it for a long time. It's not hard to hear." Lu Di felt much more comfortable with her cool skin. She was very grateful and couldn't help but want to reciprocate. Attracting bandits, are you going to play the flute for me in the underworld? Are you stupid or crazy? Just lie down!"

Lu Di moved uncomfortably, "That's not what I meant...then when we are saved...after we leave here, I'll play it for you." Feng Junluo originally wanted to say that the best musicians in the entire imperial capital want me to listen to them, and I don't want to listen to them. They were all on call, but her hand touched Lu Di's soft hair, and Lu Di's breath was lingering around the tip of her nose. She couldn't say a word of cruelty, and she couldn't even taunt her. She didn't know what was wrong with her. , the usual temper disappeared, only the soft joy in my heart remained.She held Lu Di's hand, one cheek was scalded by her forehead, and then put the other side on her. The cicadas were no longer noisy, and the strange smell of decay in the cave was no longer unbearable. The smell of flowers is sweet and fresh. Feng Junluo closed her eyes, listening to her breathing in the dark, imagining that this was the flute she wanted to play for herself, and fell asleep.

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Lu Di looked at Feng Junluo, and recalled the scene back then. The incense was burnt out, but the aftertaste was still there, and the dead branches were crushed by the snow. This is an oath she owed her, and she doesn't want to be a person who doesn't keep her word.

The sound of the flute is melodious, it is a cheerful but not noisy tune, green willows and green shoots, yellow orioles pass through, spring seems to have arrived one step earlier, Feng Junluo's cheeks are stung by eyes, and the happiness that is almost tormented makes her choke silently. She understands that this tune It does not belong to the dead Wen Yirong, it belongs to her own, but she has been waiting for too long, she wants more but can't get it, so she can only hold the last Lu Di's charity sadly For comfort, pretending that the two never owed each other again.

The time of this song is so long, it seems that the snow stopped and fell again, the frozen soil sprouted, the song ended, Lu Di walked in front of Feng Junluo, she saluted slowly, bending her knees like a slave to the lord of a palace, but she was silent , Then, she stood beside her, no one broke the silence between the two of them, and Feng Junluo didn't dare to speak, as if a single word would awaken this wishful dream.

Those who were looking for Concubine Chen returned to Yongjia Palace. In front of the visitors, Lu Di nodded to Feng Junluo, and left with her reluctant eyes. The eunuchs and court ladies rushed up, chattering about how worried the emperor was, but she didn't listen to a word. No, quietly watching Lu Di go further and further away, disappearing.

The short-lived warmth may be just a flash in the pan, but after this night, Feng Junluo's aggression disappeared, and she would summon Lu Di to her side every day, listen to a flute, and then let her go back.The two of them didn't say a word, but they met every day, until the news of Feng Junluo's pregnancy spread throughout the harem.

Concubine Chen, who is loved by thousands of people, is pregnant once, and some people even predict that the queen who has been vacant for many years will also belong to this glorious woman. The emperor's rewards never stop from morning to night, more than ten times a day. Jewelry tonic.Imperial Concubine Chen happened to be pregnant for only two months and was in need of extra care. No one in Yongjia Palace dared to neglect her except Lu Di, who occasionally taught her apprentices and had nothing else to do.

Feng Junluo hasn't looked for her for a few days, Lu Di thinks this is fine, she is not worthy, and does not deserve such a fierce obsession, she is not good at all, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is useless, there was a fool in this world who treated her All kinds of infatuation are enough, if there is one more, she will feel ashamed and have no luck to bear it.

When early spring was approaching, Imperial Concubine Chen was more than three months pregnant. After many days, Lu Di was summoned to the inner hall in the evening. The room was no longer as strong as the woody fragrance last time, and the bitter medicinal smell replaced the fragrant fragrance. Feng Junluo was still lazily leaning on the soft bed, watching her walk in, he pointed casually, "Anti-fetal medicine."

Knowing that he was instigating himself, Lu Di picked up a bowl of dark brown soup on the table and brought it to Feng Junluo.

"Feed me," Feng Junluo suddenly smiled when Lu Di was taken aback, "Feed me spoonful by spoonful, I don't want to move."

Lu Di scooped up a spoonful of sour and bitter medicine, and brought it to Feng Junluo's mouth in silence. She opened her beautiful red lips and swallowed it in one gulp. The bitter medicine didn't even frown, but she Looking at herself, her eyes were no longer as lazy as before, Lu Di lowered her head to avoid her gaze, and fed the medicine into Feng Junluo's mouth spoon by spoon, not leaving a drop.

"Aren't you going to say a word to me?"

With a coquettish tone and a domineering gentle accusation similar to before, Lu Di raised his head, saw a pair of bright water eyes, and let go of his guard, "What song does your mother want to hear?"

Feng Junluo lost his mind for a moment, but soon, she showed a smile again, and the little girl raised her jaw provocatively, "I want to hear something about your love, my wish, your deep affection, will you?"

Lu Di took out the flute, and after thinking for a while, he played the lingering rhyme. This is an old song from Jiangnan. Feng Junluo waited for the instructions, but was stunned.

Beads of sweat ran across Feng Junluo's pale face. Lu Di supported her crumbling body, looked at the empty medicine bowl on the table, and suddenly changed his expression, "What kind of medicine is this? What are you going to do?"

Feng Junluo's body was curled up in Lu Di's arms because of the pain, but she had a cheerful smile on her face, "I invited Concubine Xian Gui...she will come soon, Lu Di, you are lowly, and you have never been able to get close to her, but I That's right, this child is her end of the road. Let's watch how she changed her life for another... Tell me, will you rest in peace after Wen Yirong's great revenge was avenged by Jiuquan? Did she not Will pester you and give you to me?"

"You're crazy...you can't do this to yourself! I'll call the imperial physician!" Lu Di's mind went blank, and she was hugged tightly by Feng Junluo as soon as she stood up, "No, I want to blame her, I want you to see me How can I avenge you, I want you to watch me bleed for you, I am not afraid of death for you, I want you to owe me your whole life..."

Lu Di trembled all over, shook his head desperately, tears rolled down uncontrollably, "You are talking stupid or crazy, I don't deserve you to do this, I'll call the imperial doctor, let me go!"

"You are willing to give up all the good things for a dead person. I have nothing to worry about for you, who is still alive..." Feng Junluo smiled sadly, and the rouge mole on the corner of his eye was bright red, like a blood-red mole. Tears, she reached out to touch Lu Di's cheek, this time Lu Di didn't dodge, she looked at her quietly, she didn't know whether it was excitement or fear, her slender eyelashes were trembling, she didn't know whether it was because of pain or mourning, transparent tears rolled down. Controlled, pitiful and pathetic, Feng Junluo no longer had the usual arrogance, nor the humble begging before, she was attached to Lu Di's arms, and gently rubbed her forehead against her neck, "You met me when you were 12 years old, 14 years old I met Wen Yirong, but I seem to be the one who has nothing just because I was late. I know you are not wrong, liking someone is out of control, I know this feeling better than you...how can I blame you , I can't control myself, so what qualifications do I have to ask you to forget others? But I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled to losing to someone who is already dead, I am not reconciled to never having a place in your heart, I will always try , I have to take a gamble, I bet that even if you are tempted by me for a moment, all of this is worth it..."

"Don't you want to die...you will die like this...you don't even care about life and death just to make me feel guilty? If you die...you have nothing, don't you understand?" Lu Di was shocked Forget struggling.

"After I die, I will also be your old friend. If I can be the same as Wen Yirong in your heart, why is everything gone... You are still as stupid as before..." Feng Junluo's eyes flashed the last madness, she stretched out her hand Caressing Lu Di's face, watching her weeping for him, she laughed out of satisfaction, but the voice was hoarse because of the pain, like a sword piercing her throat.

Lu Di knew that it was meaningless to say anything else.She suddenly calmed down, and just looked at Feng Junluo, who was already extremely weak in her arms, and remembered how she hugged her weak self like this when she was a child.

Feng Junluo's eyes were a little dazed. She felt something warm flowing out of her body, taking away all her strength. She vaguely saw Lu Di take out the flute, and even opened one end of the flute. Inside was a small wax pill , she crushed it, dipped her thumb in a bit of powder, and stretched towards herself!

"You..." Feng Junluo couldn't speak, her jaw was opened abruptly, she was in a hurry, Lu Di was thin and weak, she was never as strong as her, but now she was much stronger than her when she was in danger, she put Stretching his thumb into his mouth, the bitter and pungent breath rushed into his eyes, from the tip of his tongue to his throat, and finally all the way to his limbs.

The eunuch outside screamed for Concubine Xian to arrive, but Feng Junluo couldn't make a sound, and looked at Lu Di in horror. She pulled off the old jade hairpin on her head, laid her flat on the couch, took a last look at her, and left behind a hasty look. smile.Feng Junluo felt that she was trembling, □□ broke out in her already extremely weak body, she closed her eyes, screams came, darkness poured into her three souls and seven souls, and she passed out.

Feng Junluo thought she was dead, and Lu Di finally killed her with a gun. Did he hate her so much that he wanted her to die?Well, I heard that hating someone is the same as loving someone, you will never forget it, so she is not at a disadvantage, but when she opened her eyes in a haze, the screaming servants around her told her that she was still alive.

She sat up and searched in horror. The imperial physicians rushed up, and the emperor hugged her tightly. She tried hard to push everyone away, but in vain, she had no strength. After exhaustion, she fell into darkness and lethargy.

When he woke up again, Feng Junluo was left with only his close maid, who was crying and wanted to call someone again, but she scolded her.

"How long have I been asleep? Where's Lu Di?"

"My mother's day is sad, there will be children..."

"Shut up! Who asked you this!"

The maid knelt down in horror, and she hastily answered the question just now, "Your Majesty has been in a coma for seven days. As for Lu Di, she admitted that she was appointed by the virtuous concubine to murder your Majesty.

It was sunny outside the window, it was afternoon, the warm sun in early spring melted the snow, and the impatient branches sprouted light green shoots. Feng Junluo sat on the bed, and heard every word the maid said, the world was spinning.

The maid thought that the empress was at a loss, and was still explaining, "Lu Di was so bold that after killing the empress, he had a conflict with the noble concubine Xian who wanted to kill her, and stabbed the concubine Xian with a hairpin. The same poison as in the anti-fetal medicine, Concubine Xiangui died just like that, the emperor was already planning to deprive her of her title in a fit of anger... After Lu Di was caught on the spot, Xu knew that he was doomed and wanted to atone for his sins, so he told Guard, the poison in the medicine is Crane Crown Red, the imperial doctor arrived in time with the antidote, apart from miscarriage, the empress is fine, she just needs to cultivate herself."

"Where's Lu Di? Where is she? What did you mean when you said that she was arrested and subdued?" Feng Junluo heard the sound of chattering teeth, her hands trembling, and she touched her head in horror. The place where the jade hairpin was originally inserted was empty.

"After being sent to the Department of Punishment, I heard that she had been tortured for three days and three nights before she revealed that she was the envoy of Concubine Xian. Two days before the empress woke up, she couldn't stand the punishment and had already been tortured to death in the Department of Punishment. In order to vent his anger on the empress, the emperor smashed her bones...to ashes..." The maid's cheerful tone trembled when she saw Feng Junluo's bloodless face, "Prince physician! Imperial physician!" She called loudly, but Feng Junluo She couldn't hear anything, she felt that she must be dead, otherwise how could the surroundings be so quiet and dark, she suddenly understood why Lu Di could never forget Wen Yirong for the rest of her life, it turned out to be such a feeling, her heart died with a person Feel.

Lu Di...you don't want to use me, but don't you want to owe me?

Feng Junluo closed her eyes. In the darkness, she heard the faint sound of a flute. She ran to chase, but fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

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Concubine Chen was ill for more than half a year after giving birth, and this turmoil ended with her ascension to the posthumous position.

The emperor's body has begun to weaken with age, and he has only one son under his knees. The prince's mother died very early, and the new queen naturally became the prince's mother. In the court, Feng Junluo's father held the real power. Control, Feng Junluo, who is the queen, never visited him again.

Covering the sky with one hand in the harem, her favorite thing to do every day is to listen to flute music and look at the small garden in the palace. Soaring to the top.

But the queen usually only listens to a little-known little musician playing the clumsy flute music. The little musician has only learned the flute for a short time, and has no master, so the flute is jerky, but the queen doesn't care, and there is no one in the palace. Know why.

The little musician appreciated the Queen's appreciation and worked harder. On the Queen's birthday, she said that she must learn the music score left by the master as soon as possible to repay the Queen.

Feng Junluo, who had already been a queen, was stunned when she heard this, "Your master left behind the music score? Did she write it herself?"

"That's right, the master wrote it himself..." The little musician realized that her master was a sinner, the one who had murdered the empress. Come on, the little musician didn't dare to be negligent, so he brought the music score and dedicated it to the queen.

The neatly cut cover page is neat, Feng Junluo knows that Lu Di loves to be clean and tidy, she must have cut it herself, she touched the score, imagined that Lu Di was sitting in front of the window, and the wind and snow were blowing outside the window, she quietly opened the binding Good new paper, the smell of ink and paper is even better than that of newly opened wintersweet. She must write very seriously, every word and every sentence is strict, just like her quiet temperament, she will not feel bored after sitting for a day , when she gets tired of writing, will she raise her head and look out the window, rub her eyes, and continue...

Opening the music score, a yellowed page slipped from it. Feng Junluo carefully picked up the piece of paper, touched the familiar handwriting with trembling fingers, and slowly pasted the page on his cheek, but couldn't cry.She cried and cried, and felt that she hugged Lu Di again, and returned to the cave where there were only the two of them. In the darkness, Lu Di asked her if she would like to listen to a flute, but she did not scold her, but said yes with a smile, The sound of the flute sounded in the darkness, it was the snowy nocturne she was most familiar with.

When the tune in the darkness ended, she opened her eyes, she was wearing gorgeous clothes, she was still a queen, sitting alone in the depths of Yongjia Palace, she hated and hurt, she cried and wanted to curse the person who wrote these words A bastard who went to live and die with others, and couldn't bear to destroy the only handwriting left by this bastard.

The yellowed paper was wet with her tears, and the writing on it slowly blurred.

It was two lines of small characters that were as delicate and quiet as the master's. On the title page, they wrote a line of poem without source:

Life and death are negative, so don't be heartbroken.