a killer friend of mine

This was an ordinary spring in the 29th year of Emperor Qing. Everything was running on an invisible track in an orderly manner as usual.

Qiuyang heard the emperor's call early in the morning, and immediately went to Zhaoyang Hall to play the pipa for the emperor after washing and plastic surgery.

It has been ten years since Wen Shisan Suman left, and eight years since she entered the palace. She is over forty years old, and ordinary women of this age usually have children and grandchildren. If she is still in the brothel, she may be a Steward.The end of old age is always sad. No matter how bright and delicate you are when you are young, you can't match the hateful thief of time.Emperor Qing liked temperament, and he once recruited musicians and singers who were proficient in temperament in the capital. Although Qiuyang had a humble status, he was one of the best pipa players in the capital, so he was naturally selected.Emperor Qing liked her pipa, and asked her to teach the girls in the palace. Based on this, she speculated that as long as she did not make a big mistake that offended Tian Yan, she would definitely be able to spend her old age in the palace without worrying about food and clothing. Extraordinary luck.

Emperor Qing lay on the bed and listened to the music, his fingers tapped his knees to beat the beat.In the soft music, drowsiness gradually came, and the eyelids began to close.

The servant in blue walked into the inner hall with small steps, and knelt down before the collapse: "Your Majesty, Emperor Ji Wen Ning came to pay her respects."

There was a murky sound of phlegm in Emperor Qing's throat, and the maids on both sides immediately brought spittoons, and he spat out thick phlegm, with a fatherly smile on his face: "It's Yan, let her in quickly." The servant took the order to retreat.

Wen Ning is the title of Empress Xie Yan. This girl who has nothing to do with her reminds Qiuyang of Wen Shisan. Ten years ago, they were discussing this respected girl by the window facing the street. She was so stupid at that time. , All the thoughts he said surprised him.What a wonderful thing fate is.

The sound of Shanshan's footsteps approached, Emperor Qing waved his hand, Qiuyang knew it was time to leave, so he dressed up and kowtowed and left.

She turned to leave, and caught off guard a pair of eyes that had been haunting her dreams for ten years.

Ten years have passed, but the gentle look in those eyes has not changed.

But the owner of the eyes is not the handsome young man in his memory, dressed in a green shirt and a bun, with a graceful posture, no doubt he is a girl.

It took a hundred years to see each other in a short period of time. She took the lead to look away, bowed and restrained her trembling voice, "See Emperor Ji."

Xie Yan said hoarsely, "You go."

Qiuyang left Zhaoyang Hall, threw away all restraint, and sat down on the side of the beauty trembling.This is the only way to leave Zhaoyang Palace. If Xie Yan comes out, he will definitely meet her.

She wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, it turned out that the person she loved was of the same sex as her, it turned out that they had been so close for so many years, maybe a moment earlier, maybe a moment later, they might meet each other.Fate played an absurd joke on her, the invisible giant manipulated the world, and staged one after another unpredictable good show.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft shadow enveloped her, she looked up, and Xie Yan was staring at her intently, with no sadness or joy in her deep black eyes.

"Yes..." Xie Yan just said the first word, but couldn't continue - because Qiuyang unexpectedly hugged her tightly, the corners of her eyes were a little sore, and she put her arms around Qiuyang's shoulders.

They froze like two silent stone sculptures until Qiuyang let go of his embrace.

Qiuyang took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, lifted it slightly and handed it to Xie Yan.It was a piece of exquisitely embroidered silk handkerchief. Flowers that are common in the south of the Yangtze River competed with each other on the pure white silk cloth. Those flowers were not embroidered with multicolored silk threads, but real petals. I don’t know how to keep them fresh for a long time. It feels soft to the touch, and you can smell the quiet fragrance when you get close.A year after Wen Shisan left, someone found Qiuyang and handed over this silk handkerchief.The other party didn't say who entrusted it, Qiuyang knew it in his heart.

The silk handkerchief is well preserved, as white as ever, never used, but carefully treasured.

Xie Yan held it firmly in his hand, there were waves in his eyes, and then gradually calmed down.She smiled in Qiuyang's ear and said, "I've been to Jiangnan...it's still very good there."

"...Thank you." Qiuyang was silent for a long time, as if immersed in the memories of his hometown.She took back the silk handkerchief, stood up, and folded her sleeves, "Within the palace walls, the identities are different, so farewell." She turned and left, with warm liquid dripping from the corners of her eyes, but she didn't dare to wipe it off.Just like how she watched Wen Shisan leave many years ago, she believed that Xie Yan must also be watching her.