Qingyan I, Huyi Tranquility GL

蕞城

A small town located in the south of Yan Kingdom, thousands of miles away from Jinling City, the imperial capital.

Here, with beautiful mountains and rivers and simple folk customs, it is a picturesque fairyland on earth.

In the south corner of it, there is a small lake named Mirror Lake. Its water is as clear as a mirror and you can see the bottom.

Even in the twelfth lunar month of winter, it has never been frozen. When the heavy snow falls, the lakeside is covered with silver and reflected in the lake, like a dream.

A small two-story building is built near the lake. Although it is not luxurious, it is full of elegance. A small path paved with cobblestones leads to the lake. In the shallow part of the lake, a small wooden platform is built on it. Playing the piano, playing chess, chatting and fishing.

It's winter

After a few days of fine weather, on this day, cotton-like snowflakes suddenly began to float.

Standing outside the two-story building, watching the snow falling in the sky, falling in the mountains, dissolving in the lake, it is quiet and silent.

This is a picturesque beauty, but I always feel that there is a hint of sadness.

Yang Chuyu looked at the white figure who had been sitting on the small platform by the lake since morning, and couldn't help but sighed deeply.

"The snow is getting heavier and heavier, Yi'er just sitting there, I'm afraid I'm going to catch the cold," Sang Zhaoli couldn't help but said worriedly.

"Let her go"

Maybe it would be better if she was sick, so she would no longer have the energy to think about that person.

Since waking up from this lakeside hut that day, Sang Qingyi often didn't say a word all day long, shut herself in the room every day, and then sat alone on the small table by the lake every day, drinking tea alone , playing chess alone, reading alone, playing the piano alone, and staring blankly at the picturesque scenery in front of me.

Sang Qingyi never mentioned the matter in Beijing to them, and Yang Chuyu and Sang Chaoli never asked about it, but they also vaguely guessed the possible twists and turns and reasons in their hearts.

From the beheading of the Prime Minister and his wife, to the sudden dispatch of Yan Liusheng from Beijing not long ago, and the sending of Sang Qingyi not long after, they also brought a decree. Qingyi's distraught appearance after waking up...

Even though she was forced to separate from Yan Liusheng back then, Yang Chuyu had never seen Sang Qingyi like this before, she really loved her deeply.

Suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure approaching the small platform by the lake.

Yan Liusheng, who was dressed in a gray-white robe, held a white cloak in his hand, braved the wind and rain, walked behind the man in white who had been touching his heart, and gently draped the cloak on his shoulders.

"It's cold outside, let's go home"

Sang Qingyi only glanced at the white cloak on her shoulders, "Thank you."

These indifferent words without a trace of emotion were indeed more bone-piercing than this flying all over the sky. Yan Liusheng stood there for a while, and then sat down on Sang Qingyi's left side as if nothing had happened.

"Even if Yi'er doesn't care about her body, she still has to think about Master Xiang and Madam, they"

Before Yan Liusheng could finish speaking, Sang Qingyi interrupted him coldly.

"I want to be alone"

The words still stuck in her throat, but she couldn't utter them or swallow them, making Yan Liusheng feel as if she was about to suffocate.

Standing up silently, looking at Sang Qingyi who had never glanced at her from the beginning to the end, he clenched his fists and then loosened them. Even though he was unwilling to do so, he had no choice but to turn around and leave.

There used to be a happy relationship between the two, but now there is only a stranger.

Yang Chuyu looked at Yan Liusheng who left lonely in the snow, as if speaking to Sang Chaoli, or talking to himself

"Yan'er is right about everything, but Yi'er's love for her is the only one that is wrong."

Sang Zhaoli followed with a sigh, "Yi'er's temperament is up to you, once you know it, it will never change."

Originally, Sang Zhaoli thought that after a long time, Sang Qingyi would gradually forget the Helian Duan Inkstone, just like he forgot his childhood sweetheart with Yan Liusheng.

But now he knew that this time was different.The childhood sweetheart love with Yan Liusheng may be just a ignorant liking when he was young, but the various grievances and entanglements with Helian Duanyan later gave birth to the truly unforgettable love.

"Look at Yi'er's appearance. To her, being alive seems to be worse than death." At the end of Yang Chuyu's words, her voice choked up unconsciously.

Sang Zhaoli frowned, "She is suffering. Seeing that we and Sheng'er are all well, she knows that she has misunderstood the emperor before, but they will never see each other again. She is punishing herself."

Looking at that thin figure, Yang Chuyu's eyes were full of unbearable and distressed, and he turned his head, looking at Sang Chaoli expectantly.

"Is there really no way for the two of them to meet again?"

"The emperor doesn't want to see you, what else can we do?" Sang Chaoli murmured.

On that day, when the shadow guard sent Sang Qingyi back, he also brought an imperial decree.

"From now on, the five of you will not be allowed to set foot in Jinling again in this life, and those who violate it will be killed without mercy."

"Could it be that Yan'er really knows how?"

Yang Chuyu didn't believe it, didn't believe that the person who was able to risk his life to save them for Yi'er and then forgive Yan Liusheng would really treat them like that, especially Yi'er.

Sang Zhaoli looked into the distance with burning eyes, "The emperor must have done this for us, Yi'er."

The cloak on his shoulders was covered with falling snow, but he didn't realize it.

Just looking at the snowflakes falling in the palm of my hand, melting and falling, falling and melting again, the cold palm of my hand became even colder.

Looking at the snow falling all over the sky, it is just like the continuous snowstorm in Lizhou.

It was Sang Qingyi's first time traveling far away, and it was a freezing season, but it didn't make her feel cold at all.

The man prepared soft cushions, a warm stove, quilts, hot tea and pastries.Obviously she is also a woman with a thin body, but because she is afraid of being uncomfortable, she rides a horse outside in the wind and rain.

When she 'sneaked' out into the street at night, she obviously ran out because she was worried about her safety, but she stubbornly refused to admit it.

It was the first time she saw the night sky outside Jinling City, so vast and bright, and her mood was never before peaceful and joyful.

On that snowy night, when he heard the man calling his name over and over again in his dream, his heart, which was originally flustered by worry, throbbed inexplicably.

By the light of the fire outside the tent, looking at the hand tightly held by that person, and the frown that was still tightly frowned in sleep, he finally stopped the footsteps that he wanted to leave, and sat beside the person. He fell down, and then fell asleep unconsciously.

When he woke up again, what he saw was the familiar yet unfamiliar face of that person, what was familiar was the handsomeness, what was strange was the calm and gentle expression.

But in the next second, when he realized his current situation, he felt as if his whole heart was going to jump out. He got up in a panic and woke up the person who was still asleep.

The moment their eyes met, Sang Qingyi felt hot from the inside out, and wanted to get out of the tent when she got up, but was pulled back by the man, "Stay here for me".

Perhaps the sunlight after the heavy snow was too glaring, when the man used his body to block the cock that was shooting at her, Sang Qingyi's eyes were sore and tears fell down...

That person was always so meticulous, so considerate, so pampering, and so reckless towards her...

Unknowingly, tears crawled all over her cheeks, and slowly condensed into frost in the wind and snow.

The snow also seemed to be able to read people's minds, and it fell bigger and bigger, blurring everything in front of us.

Sang Qingyi finally got up and walked slowly into the house. Seeing this, Yang Chuyu quickly opened an umbrella to meet her.

When he touched Sang Qingyi's hand, Yang Chuyu's heart trembled with the bone-piercing coldness, and he hurriedly brought him to the warm stove.

"Yi'er, let's bake it, your hands are almost numb from the cold"

Sang Qingyi didn't move, she looked up at Yang Chuyu quietly and said

"Mom, I'm a little tired, I want to go back to my room and have a rest first"

In the room on the second floor facing Jinghu, Yang Chuyu had already asked Ruyu to add charcoal to the fire.

Sang Qingyi sent Ru Yu away first, and then walked into the room alone.

When he raised his hand to take off the cloak on his body, his fingertips inadvertently touched the thin rope around his neck, and the action froze for a moment, then he gently took out the things under the thin rope from under the collar.

It was a round white jade tied with a red string. Its texture was mild, like the brilliance of the moon, and it was cool and lubricating when rubbed lightly with fingers.

With a little force on the index finger, the round white jade instantly turned into two. It was originally a large hollow round jade, which contained a small solid round jade.

"This is the same heart jade, which means that I will always only have you in my heart"

As Helian Duanyan said, he put the small white jade around Sang Qingyi's neck, and then hung the big white jade around his own neck.

The man's affectionate eyes and the vowed words are still in his ears, but now this same heart jade is only on her body.

On that day, what remained with the imperial decree was the big concentric jade...

Tears fell drop by drop on the concentric jade, making it more crystal clear.

"Yi'er"

There was a sudden call from behind, and Sang Qingyi slowly turned her head. When she saw Yang Chuyu, she raised her hand and wiped away the tears on her face belatedly.

Yang Chuyu felt pain in his heart, but his face remained calm. He walked over and picked up the cloak on the ground and put it aside, then asked Sang Qingyi with a smile.

"It's still cold in this room"

Sang Qingyi shook her head, followed by a forced smile, "Mom, I'm not cold."

Yang Chuyu glanced at the concentric jade on Sang Qingyi's chest, then took her hand to the side of the bed.

"Looking at your face, it should be that you haven't slept well in the past few days, you should lie down and sleep."

Sang Qingyi wanted to say 'I'm not tired', but when she saw the worry hidden deep in Yang Chuyu's eyes, she nodded obediently.

Seeing Sang Qingyi closing her eyes obediently, Yang Chuyu tucked her quilt up again to prevent the cold wind from running in.

Listening to the gradually even breathing of the person on the bed, and seeing the strands of hair that suddenly escaped from his cheek, Yang Chuyu carefully reached out and brushed it behind his ear.

"If Yi'er misses Yan'er so much, go find her, maybe Yan'er is thinking about you too, don't worry about me and your father, we will be fine, mother believes that Yan'er won't"

Yang Chuyu only sighed silently in his heart, then got up and walked outside the house.

The moment the door closed, the person on the bed opened his eyes, and two tears fell down.

'Even if I believe that person won't, how can I risk even the slightest bit of risk with my parents' lives? More importantly, how can I have the face to meet that person again, and how can that person still be willing? see myself...'

Jinling

It has been snowing heavily for several days, and the entire palace has been covered in white, making the majestic and quiet palace even more desolate and lonely.

In the Qianqing Palace, the charcoal fire in the furnace was burning vigorously, making the warmth spread to every corner.

Helian Duanyan, who was wearing a few cotton-padded clothes and a sable cloak over his shoulders, was still so cold that he could hardly even hold his pen. He looked at his slightly trembling right hand with a deep frown, and suddenly, with a strong force, the brush was folded in two. broken.

Helian Duanyan got up and walked to the window, looking through the hollow carved window lattice, watching the heavy snow flying in the sky outside, his thoughts also flew away.

When Yuyin's shoulders were covered with snow and walked into the warm Qianqing Palace, he saw a person with one hand hanging by his side and the other behind his back, looking out of the window and dancing in a trance.

Untiing the white cloak on her body, Yuyin said casually, "It seems that the snow is endless, and it has been falling for so many days. I heard from Juechen that the same is true in Mincheng."

Seeing that the hand behind his back trembled imperceptibly, but there was no ripple on his face.

"Jiechen wrote again? He seems to have become very verbose recently."

Just like before, no matter what Yuyin said, Helian Duanyan insisted not to answer that person.

After Sang Qingyi left, the people in front of him seemed to have really completely forgotten about her, they no longer mentioned her name, and no longer cared about her affairs.

The only one who can be deceived is Helian Duanyan herself...

If he really forgot and really didn't care, why did he send Juechen, the majestic Right Pavilion Master of the Lingxiao Pavilion, to that small city.

Yuyin didn't want to poke it, she glanced at the pen that was folded in half on the case table, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Do you always have such a bad memory? Yuyin has said it many times, and these memorials are left for Yuyin to review."

Sensing the slightest displeasure in Yuyin's voice, Helian Duanyan couldn't help apologetically laughing.

"Isn't there nothing to do here? In fact, it's quite fun to review this memorial. If you have nothing to do, you can scold those annoying ministers."

Yuyin didn't answer the conversation, but just sat down in front of the case, picked up a pen and began to review the remaining memorials that hadn't been finished yet.

Helian Duanyan couldn't help sighing, reached out and took away the pen from Yuyin's hand.

"You have to teach Hongyan during the day, and you have to review these boring memorials at night, aren't you tired?"

Yuyin looked up at Helian Duanyan, her eyes were as calm as water, "Yuyin never feels tired".

Helian Duanyan's hand holding the pen unconsciously exerted force, and just when the pen holder was about to be broken again, he suddenly laughed.

"Yuyin doesn't feel tired, so go out and have a snowball fight with me."

Yuyin looked at the paler face of the person in front of her than ordinary people, "Let's go again when the snow stops and the sun comes out."

"What's the point of that?" Helian Duanyan frowned and said, "Yuyin is just afraid that I will catch cold. I have taken medicine not long ago, and now I don't feel cold at all."

Yuyin is a doctor, so how can she not know the physical condition of the person in front of her, it is five times hotter than ordinary people in summer, and five times colder than ordinary people in winter, even after taking the medicine specially prepared by her, she still has no symptoms. Too much effect.

"Yuyin, if life becomes no fun, even if you live to be a hundred years old, it will be just torture, I don't want to do that"

Yuyin lowered her eyelids, and after a while, she softly uttered a word.

"it is good"

On the open space in Qianqing Palace, there are two figures, one yellow and one white, playing and fighting like two children in the flying snow, chasing after each other, just like many winter days many years ago.

It wasn't until the wind and snow subsided that the two of them stopped, and then a palace lady brought over a thick cloak.

After Yuyin tied Helian Duanyan's tie, she took a step back when she saw Helian Duanyan's cold teeth chattering and said to her, "Yuyin, I still feel cold, go to the bedroom and bring me a cloak." "

Yuyin only glanced at Helian Duanyan, "OK".

When Yuyin came out of the bedroom with a cloak, Helian Duanyan was also walking into the hall.

Stepping forward a few steps, he put on the cloak carefully on Helian Duanyan, "Hurry back to the palace".

When turning around, Yuyin glanced at the place where Helian Duanyan was standing not far away, there were indeed traces deliberately covered by rubbing with boots, and in front of those traces was a small snow hill slightly higher than the surrounding area, on top of pure white There is still a small drop of dazzling blood red left.

Slightly turning his head to look at the sharp profile of the person beside him, his usually cold and indifferent eyes are now full of helplessness and hesitation.

"Master, where are you, show up and help my apprentice keep her, keep her..."

From winter to spring, it is the season when all things are revived and a hundred flowers compete for research.

Sang Qingyi bid farewell to her parents, declined their offer to let Yan Liusheng accompany her, and embarked on the journey back to Beijing with only Ru Yu.

"Although she can no longer enter Jinling in this life, at least she can get closer to that person"

Although the scenery along the way is not picturesque, it still has a special charm, but to Sang Qingyi, it seems like a fleeting moment, and it can't enter her heart at all.

Once upon a time, it was Sang Qingyi's long-cherished wish to travel all over thousands of rivers and mountains, see all the beautiful mountains and rivers, and read all the solitary smoke in the desert.

It turns out that all the scenery needs to be enjoyed by someone...

After walking for half a day, we arrived at a small town.

Sang Qingyi didn't feel hungry either, and didn't want to stop at first, but Ruyu always persuaded her, thinking that she didn't want to eat, and she couldn't let Ruyu and the coachman go hungry, so she got off the carriage and went into a room. snack shop.

As soon as Fang stepped into the store, he attracted everyone's attention. It's no wonder that a person who looked like a fairy came to this remote town. Even though he was wearing a veil, he still couldn't hide his beauty , Absolutely refined.

Although she knew that the eyes of these people were not malicious, Sang Qingyi was still not used to being stared at by so many eyes. If that person was there, she would definitely stare back those peeping eyes one by one like a lion with sharp eyes.

Thinking of this, sadness appeared in his light eyes, and he didn't care about the things around him.

until the conversation of the people at the next table is heard

"This current Holy Majesty is really a good emperor who is rarely seen in a hundred years."

"That's right. After ascending the throne, not only were taxes reduced and exempted, but officials were also specially sent to poor places like ours to help the people grow crops and mulberry, develop commerce, so that the people can have enough food, clothing and a place to live."

"I heard that he made peace with the other three countries, which not only saved the common people from the suffering of wars, but also helped the common people increase their income through interoperable commerce and trade, so as to live a more prosperous life."

"It's just such a good emperor, but no concubine has given birth to an heir to the emperor"

"Hey, not to mention that there are only a few empresses in this harem, I also heard that the emperor never visited them at all"

Hearing this, Sang Qingyi's hand holding the teacup couldn't help trembling, holding her mind for a while, and hearing them continue to say

"Why is that"

"Rumors say that the emperor has a deep affection for the current empress, and he only has the empress in his heart, and he will never touch any other women."

"Since that is the case, how could the empress be imprisoned in Zhengyang Palace? Isn't this equivalent to being thrown into the cold palace?"

Another person suddenly lowered his voice and said, "It is said that the empress is still having an affair with the son of Duke Ding, who was a childhood sweetheart, which made the emperor Long Yan furious, but he couldn't bear to kill the empress."

As these people were talking, they suddenly felt a chill go down their backs. When they turned around, they saw the servant girl next to the fairy girl staring at them with murderous eyes.

"Ah, don't talk, don't talk, come, drink and drink"

Ruyu looked at Sang Qingyi, who had closed her eyes and leaned against the wall of the carriage since getting on the carriage, and kept cursing those people would talk nonsense, and regretted that she shouldn't have persuaded her lady to get off the carriage. will hear those...

The more Ru Yu thought about it, the more sad she became, and soon the eyes were filled with mist, but she didn't dare to cry. If she saw herself crying, the lady would be even more sad.

For the past three months, Ruyu has looked at her young lady as if someone had taken her soul away, with a dazed and numb expression, unable to see a trace of joy, anger, sorrow or joy, just watching the sun rise and moon set, Melting Sunrise.

Only when she caresses the concentric jade on her neck and thinks of that person, the gentleness of the past will appear in the young lady's eyes, but it is full of deep sadness that makes people feel distressed.

Ru Yu was thinking wildly when the carriage stopped suddenly, and she subconsciously looked at her own lady. Fortunately, she was not woken up, and just about to lift the curtain to ask the coachman what happened, she heard a particularly annoying voice.

"I opened this road, and I planted this tree. If you want to live from now on, you can save money to buy roads."

Ruyu couldn't help but thump in her heart, she was robbed!He couldn't help looking at his own lady, but found that she had woken up at some point, and there was still no wave in her eyes.

"Give it to them"

Ru Yu took out the purse she was carrying, which seemed to be worth a hundred taels of silver, then opened a corner of the curtain and threw it out.

"let's go"

"Brother, there is still a beautiful girl here, who can just be captured and taken back to be your wife in the village."

The coachman couldn't stop him, seeing a hand suddenly stretched out to open the curtain, Ru Yu was about to grab it, but suddenly heard a scream from outside, and then there was the sound of fighting.

Ru Yu lifted a corner of the curtain and poked her head out to have a look, "Master Yan!".

Although Yan Liusheng's boxing skills have improved a lot after being sharpened on the battlefield last time, but there were seven or eight people on the opponent, and each of them was armed, and they were quickly attacked by a group of them.

"Ah, Yan,,, what can I do?"

When Ru Yu was in a hurry and didn't know what to do, the curtain was suddenly lifted, and then she saw her young lady walking out.

"Miss!"

"Brother, beauty!"

When one of the people with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks shouted, everyone's eyes turned to the carriage, and a man in common clothes with a beard smacked and walked towards the carriage.

He got out of the carriage like rain, and then stood in front of Sang Qingyi.

"You guys, don't come here!"

"Yo, this little girl is quite loyal, don't worry, I will be fine."

Before the bearded man in civilian clothes finished speaking, a black figure suddenly appeared, and in the blink of an eye, everyone lay on the ground in pain and wailed endlessly.

The man in black in front of him looked like a Shura from hell, his eyes were cold and murderous, as if he wanted to break their necks at any time.

"roll!"

Those gangsters got up in fright, and hurriedly carried the boss who had lost his limbs and fled away.

"and many more"

Before Sang Qingyi could call him to stop, the man in black had disappeared.

Although the man in black had his back to her from the beginning to the end, with such skill and style, Sang Qingyi didn't even need to think about who it would be...

It's sunset time

Although it was spring, the wind still carried a hint of winter chill, blowing the hem of the skirt coolly, Sang Qingyi raised her head slightly, quietly looking at the bloody setting sun in the sky.

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't help coughing out. Yan Liusheng frowned deeply and held his chest. There was still blood on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he had been beaten just now.

"Don't follow me anymore," the voice was clear and cold, without any ripples.

Yan Liusheng looked sideways at the cold and indifferent profile of the person beside him, his eyes filled with countless loneliness and sadness.

"I'm worried about you alone"

"Aren't I fine now?"

Seeing Sang Qingyi's calm expression, Yan Liusheng couldn't help but think of his own uselessness and abjection just now, he clenched his fists suddenly, so what if he was worried, he couldn't even save his own life, and in the end someone else had to take action, but He is not reconciled!

"If she still has you in her heart, she won't leave you alone. She doesn't want you anymore, Yi'er"

"so what"

With a clear tone, it seemed as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"Then you should forget about her, not"

"Even if she never sees me again in this life, she will still be in my heart, even if she no longer loves me, there is only her in my heart"

Sang Qingyi's voice was not loud, gently and slowly, but unquestionably firm.

Unwilling, anger and hatred intertwined in his heart, Yan Liusheng couldn't help coughing again, and the cough was worse than before, as if he wanted to cough up all his internal organs.

"Liusheng"

The soft and low voice made Yan Liusheng think it was his hallucination, but when he looked up, he found that this time Sang Qingyi finally looked him in the eye.

"You shouldn't hate her. If you want to hate her, it should be me. I fell in love with her."

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