Song of Complaint: The Emperor's Heart is Unpredictable

Time passed quickly, and it was already July.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter.Fanning is no longer enough to dissipate heat.I can't wait to soak in the well every day to be reconciled.Jingyang ordered people to take out ice from the ice cellar to carve into ice sculptures, each of them put one in the hall, and that was the only way to stop it a bit.

Unexpectedly, there was also one in Chu Nan's guard room.

The ice sculpture looked like a man with a sword stuck in his belt, very similar to Chu Nan's sword.That ice was almost as tall as Chu Nan.But I can't see the eyebrows, it seems that the ice sculpture is a novice, and some places should be polished again, but they are left with water chestnuts, and some places seem to have been cut off by accident, looking at a kind of incomplete beauty. .He put "this person" on the bedside, feeling slightly cool.

More than half a month has passed since that night that left him with endless aftertaste, Chu Nan sighed slightly, he couldn't wait for that person to say a word from the beginning to the end.

Just endless alienation and blandness.

It seems to be the same as before, but it is a little different.

Those selected official women have all been taken into the palace and lived in the Cheng'en Hall. There are 12 of them in total, all between the ages of 17 and [-].Anping personally taught the palace rules and royal etiquette.Just waiting for the autumn hunting to be selected by the emperor.Then hold a big wedding.

So the palace suddenly became a little lively.From time to time, there are some young girls walking around, laughing and playing, or watching the wind and moon.But who knows what they are thinking about, maybe they want to get someone's attention in advance.Because this time the selection of concubines is not only about choosing concubines, but also choosing queens.And these lucky ones have equal opportunities.After all, all this is just a word from the emperor.

They are all the best of all ethnic groups, no matter in terms of beauty, status, talent, etc.

Because there are only two talents in the palace, they are extra relaxed and don't control their actions too much.But it is forbidden to walk around the Hall of Mental Cultivation.This made them a little disappointed.Because according to the legend, the emperor was very young and handsome, and he was very heroic.So many women have a trace of shyness and happiness in their hearts.

Although he couldn't see the emperor, he could often see the handsome bodyguard next to the emperor. Although he just took a look at him from a distance, he always had a cold face and looked like he refused to be seen thousands of miles away.The melancholy in those eyes made one's heart ache.

He was like the ice sculpture in his room, expressionless and exuding a cold breath.

The night shrouded the brightly lit palace, but it brought out its loneliness more and more.Blossoming pink lotus flowers are blooming in Biliu Lake under the Jiuqu Bridge.A group of koi swim happily around the stem of the lotus leaf.Clusters of beautiful roses hang down on the bank, swaying in the wind, which complements the fish perfectly.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, let's go back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation." Xiao Xuanzi looked at the isolated person on the bridge, the vermilion bridge made the man in white look even more vulnerable.

When did that high-spirited man become so taciturn?

"Little Xuanzi, how long have you been in the palace?" It was rare for Jingyang to talk to him recently, but he was always silent.

"Back to the emperor, the slave has been in the palace for four years." Xiao Xuanzi also seemed to recall something from the past, and his tone was full of melancholy.

"Four years..." Jingyang chewed on these words, "Is there anyone in your heart who you want to let go but can't let go?"

Xiao Xuanzi's heart was suffocated, and he even took his breath lightly.A ostentatious woman in red appeared in his heart, but only for a moment, he hurriedly suppressed this layer of wishful thinking.

"I did. But everything is in the past, and the slave is like this now, so what else can he think about." Is he still worthy to stand by her side?No, he was afraid of soiling that man's clean red clothes.

"..." Jingyang was speechless for a moment, he couldn't think of anything to comfort a man who was no longer a man.

"If I allow you to leave the palace in the future, what do you want to do?" Is those ordinary lives all they can only hope for.

"Your majesty..." Little Xuanzi was shocked, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, "This slave has nowhere to go but the palace, I beg your majesty to be considerate of this slave, don't drive this slave away." After saying that, he kowtowed, how could he... How could he let go of the person he had devoted his whole life to.

Jingyang laughed, this was his first smile these days.He helped Xiao Xuanzi up with his own hands, and patted the ashes off his body.

"You have been with me since you entered the palace, why would I drive you away? I just want to know how else people can live besides this kind of life." He was a little tired of fighting against each other in the court. .However, all of this was obtained by him with all his might, didn't he?

"I'm terrified. If I leave the palace, I want to go back to my hometown. There are still two thatched huts and two acres of Susukida, which are enough for me to live alone." Xiao Xuanzi who came back to his senses smiled, eyes full of Yearn for.

"I never asked where your hometown is? Who else is there in the family? Wouldn't it be lonely to live alone?" Jingyang asked with some doubts.

"The slave's hometown is Anze's. There is only one old mother, but she has long since passed away." Xiao Xuanzi's voice seemed to be a little choked up, before he paused, he continued, "The servant is like this, how can I delay other girls." After finishing speaking, he smiled bitterly laugh.

"So it's Anze, but Hongluan is in the same place." Chu Nan subconsciously said.

But he didn't notice that the name made Xiao Xuanzi's lips tremble, and his face turned pale quickly.

"If one day I can unload the burden of the world, I will find a bamboo forest to live in seclusion, and then..." Sit down with that person and get drunk.

The atmosphere was a little weird, and neither of them spoke.A few stars looming in the sky disappeared at some point, and it began to rain lightly.

Jingyang still didn't say to go back, but let Xiaoxuanzi hold up the umbrella to block the rain.

He has been avoiding his heart these days.He couldn't face it.

He thought of the night when he first saw Chu Nan, the splendid fireworks, and that person's fiery eyes.It's just that he didn't understand it then.But it turns out that the roots of love have long been planted.

Otherwise, why would Guan Yuxiao be kept close to him?

Why I didn't understand until now.Or let yourself understand.He realized something when he couldn't help kissing his lips in the carriage, but he didn't allow himself to think about it.

Jingyang suddenly became short of breath, he walked quickly to the side of the bridge, put his hands on the railing and looked pale due to exertion, tried to look in the direction of the imperial garden, completely ignoring that the heavy rain had already drenched his handsome face .

However, the night was dark, nothing but darkness.

He listened attentively with his ears sideways, and intermittent Xiao sounds came from the direction of the imperial garden.

Sobbing and sobbing, desolate and desolate.

He could almost imagine that person sitting alone in the pavilion playing the flute.

The evening wind gently lifted his temples, and some mischievous water droplets must have flowed into his eyes, forming a hazy mist.

Beside him lay the pitch-black sword.

Does he feel lonely?

I don't know if the Chu Nan that I carved with my own hands is placed next to his bed to accompany him every night.