[Listening to Snow] The Light on the Clouds Dream Soul Wither

"Boom..."

It was still sunny in the afternoon, but rumbling thunder rang out in the evening.The sky is dark, the clouds are piled up, and the evening wind is chilling.The originally bright spring day turned dark and dark in an instant like a giant beast in the wild. He opened his gloomy eyes and stared coldly at the floating world.

"Boom..."

There was another thunderclap, as if in my ear.As if trying to wake up the fantasy dream intoxicated by the east wind.The heavy rain followed the trend, pouring down on the city, like thousands of troops roaring and galloping, like a broken bamboo, smashing the ground with smoke and dust.On the tile, jets of water flew straight down and fell out from a distance. In the flickering reflection of the wind lamp, it refracted the cold light like pearls and jade.It caused bells to fly from the corners of the eaves, jingling chaotically, mixed with the sound of wind and rain, turning the world into a chill.

The damp wind in the corridor rolled up a corner of the crimson robe hidden in the darkness.The messy raindrops jumped into the twists and turns and scattered on the middle-aged man, arousing the grace of looking down on the world.

——Xie Tangzhou, Minister of Power at the time.

"My lord, my lord eldest grandson's reply letter is here, please have a look." Outside the curtain, a hazy figure was projected on the thin and tough bamboo curtain, and the rhythmic voice was still clearly audible in the dense rain, obviously possessing internal strength.

"Feiqing, come in." The voice of the middle-aged man on the porch was surprisingly gentle and calm, a few words brushed away the complexities of the torrential rain and thunder, and made people suddenly calm down.

Dressed in a crimson robe, he walked in through the curtain and lit the lamp in the room casually.A handful of slightly drunken yellow light lazily scattered in the study.

There are no expensive furnishings, but it is simple and unadorned like the residence of important ministers of the world—bamboo screen and rattan chairs, boxwood pine, piano niche and tea dowry, all-color varnish, without a trace of extravagance carved with gold and jade.It's like a place where Yishi in the mountains sings pine trees and sighs at the moon.

Outside the curtain, the man in black robe bowed his head respectfully and respectfully presented the envelope, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Prime Minister Dayin, who was an extremely human minister, took the envelope very amiably, and said calmly: "Sit down, there is no need to be formal."

The man in black robe stepped back and sat down, only to hear a meaningful sigh resounding: "Hehe, Chang Sun Hong also has a day when he can't hold his breath."

On the yellowish letter paper, there are vigorous and full handwriting, like folded hairpins, like leak marks, the brushstrokes are round and restrained, but dark and sharp.

"If I don't return the courtesy, I will not let him down." With a single word, the wind and frost on the eyebrows retreated desolately, and a proud smile subdued the torrential rain.

The candle flame in the room flickered on and off, illuminating his side face silently in the deep shadows, unable to distinguish a trace of expression.

After a while, he lightly ordered: "Send someone to call Yuyao girl..."

A sigh, almost indistinctly diffused in the silence.

How much power and scheming has been lost in the endless fleeting years, who still remembers the boy's smile, bright as the sun, carefree like the wind, proud like the frost...

The heavy rain covered the sky and the ground, but it couldn't cover the flickering palace lanterns in the dark night.Sparse and scattered, bright and bright, embellished with Qionglou Yuyu, like a world of glazed glass.Wearing a light green shirt, lightly brushing the still lights.From a distance, it is like a lotus walking through the glass, pearl and jade.Graceful and graceful, as in the painting.

The black long coat disappeared into the torrential rain in an instant.

"Yuyao pays homage to my lord father." Yingying folded her hands and greeted her like pearls and jade.But what was waiting was a long time of silence, uneasiness quietly rising amidst the sound of rain.

After a long time, a slight sigh came from inside the bamboo curtain: "Yuyao, in a blink of an eye, you are so old... I still remember how you looked when you were six years old. At that time, it was also raining torrentially in southern Xinjiang..."

The girl outside the curtain still maintained the posture of saluting, motionless, listening to a distant monologue quietly.

"Your eyes are most like your mother's, hehe, your temperament is so different..." The voice gradually faded away, faintly filled with sighs that had been settled for many years, twisting and turning into the distant and melodious time.

Mother—in the dusty memory, it seems true that there has never been a mother...

I heard in a daze that when my father was young, he was a man of the younger generation in the imperial capital, the son of the prime minister, a front-runner, and he also used to be angry with horses in fresh clothes and laugh at princes.

I heard in a trance that my mother was a lady named Gonghou who was well-known throughout the imperial capital, gentle, respectful and thrifty, full of poems and books, and her name spread far and wide.

Talented scholars and beautiful ladies, the flowers are perfect and the moon is full, and it is the most beautiful ending in the drama.

But after the ending, there is nothing...

Outsiders said that the mother died of dystocia, leaving only a pair of children when she died.

After his mother died, his father didn't marry for ten years. Until four years ago, in order to contact Jiangzuo's famous family, he finally married a young lady from the Su family as a continuation.

——Now, these are faint whispers, following that beautiful and gorgeous story, unwilling to end for a long time.

However, every time I asked about my mother, the old people in the family would keep it secret, and only praised how kind and beautiful my wife was, but they couldn't tell how ugly she was.

She only knows: she was found in southern Xinjiang, and then boarded the carriage going north, crossed the Lancang River, crossed the Yangtze River, and came to this imperial capital where the peonies are fragrant... And her memory traveled more than half of the time from here. Chapter 1 of life is revealed on the journey of a big Yin...

The only thing she could find out was——14 years ago, the first emperor died suddenly, the eldest grandson and the young emperor listened to the government behind the curtain, the Dali Zhennan king was punished for treason, the grandfather who was the prime minister at the time died of illness, and as the youngest of the six books ——Xie Tangzhou from the Ministry of War was dismissed and investigated.

It was also that year that her mother left forever and became a pale name on the genealogy - Xie Changsun's.

She is smart, and understands that her father has allowed her to know these things, so the thought of checking it out is gone with the wind.Every time I think about it, I can't help sighing how many unknown vicissitudes there are in this tumultuous world...

There are four festivals every year, and I can't help but think about how many magnificent past my mother had, whether she also walked through the winding pavilions, looking up at the floating light falling from the sky...

"Boom!"

A thunderous explosion broke all the unreachable memories-it turns out that no one can go back to the past.

"Yuyao. I decided for my father to let you enter the palace."

"Boom!" There was lightning and thunder, and a pale lightning struck down, illuminating her pale face, and the darkness quickly surrounded her, suffocating people with ice-coldness.

"Yes" responded to him with a dull voice, as if all vitality had been taken away.

— Marry a 16-year-old fool, a 16-year-old foolish emperor!

In the darkness, there was an unfathomable expression on the corner of his mouth, which no one could see: "Yuyao, don't blame me, princes and generals since ancient times—Love is deep and lifeless."

"Perhaps, it's your luck to face a fool—you won't bury yourself in it..."

It turns out that all hidden worries have become ridiculous shrinking;

It turned out that as the daughter of a prince and general, she could never escape such a cold fate;

It turns out, hehe, father, in your heart, is mother just a stupid woman who folded herself in for no reason because of feelings?

She tried her best to stabilize the violent ups and downs of her thoughts, and the teachings she had learned from childhood made her unable to say a word of rebuttal at this moment.The dark night, the dim lights, and the fine bamboo curtains all became the best cover for her feelings. She softly uttered a word - "Yes."

Another unfathomable silence, the silence is shocking.Suddenly, the curtain was brightly lit.Suddenly, it was as bright as lightning, defeating all pretense.

"Yuyao, come in." For some reason, there was a hint of joy floating in the gentle voice.

She knew that the light and darkness separated by the bamboo curtain were two completely different destinies.

However, when she walked from the darkness on the other side to the brilliant light on the other side, it was like falling from the world into the grave—that is, which can never be escaped in this life—eternal silence.

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