I see the snow

Qin Yi's madness is the ruin of court affairs.

Fortunately, there are still some talents brought out, who are quite loyal to Qin Yi, and temporarily stabilize the situation.It is a veritable mainstay.

But how long it will last like this, no one knows.

Qin Yi was in a daze, hardly distinguishing between day and night.

He always stayed in Mu Ziling's room to fall asleep, but what he had was full of nightmares.

"Bring all his things."

Qin Yi said: "The worn clothes, used utensils, and the palace servants who served him, all sent to Gu!"

But when it was actually sent to Qin Yi, there were only a few simple white robes of the same style, and a set of teacups and porcelain bowls that couldn't be more eye-catching.

"How could it be so small..."

Qin Yi murmured: "There are still things, there are things!!"

"Report to the king, no more."

The servant knelt on the ground, trembling: "The camp caught fire earlier, and many houses were burned down...Mr. Mu has always been frugal, and that's all he used."

It is always frugal, whether it is really "always frugal", or if no one gives something good for other people, no one can tell now.

Qin Yi caressed the soft and white robe in his hand, rubbing and kneading it with his thumb over and over again:

"These are the clothes he wore." He murmured, "These are the clothes worn by the lonely phoenix..."

Qin Yi also had a few porcelain cups and white bowls by his hand, but they were all very ordinary in style, without the luxury and refinement of palace utensils at all.

Thinking that Mu Ziling used these things to drink water, eat, and touch his soft and cold lips, Qin Yi's fingers that touched them trembled slightly, as if they had been scalded, and there was an unspeakable throbbing in his heart. .

"You treat him badly."

Qin Yi said: "You all treat him badly..."

Qin Yi caressed the rough mouth of the cup with his fingers, tears welled up in his eyes, his eyes were red and sore, and he said with a sob: "But he never told Gu."

"...a cup like this."

Qin Yi picked up the small things and shook them in front of the kneeling servants one by one: "Ordinary common people don't use such cups anymore, but you actually use such cups to give him water..."

Qin Yi's heart was agitated like a knife, and his voice was unstable.

He seemed to want to throw the porcelain cup out, but he was reluctant - this was one of the few things Mu Ziling left for himself.

The clenched fingers trembled slightly in the air.

"He is also Yunyan's prince..."

Qin Yi said: "Do you know, huh? How can you be so cruel..."

Qin Yi couldn't speak anymore.He choked up in a low voice, thinking of Mu Ziling's always cold expression when they met in the past.

But behind his indifferent expression, what kind of mood is hiding?

He was waiting for him, waiting for him to see himself, think of himself, he was waiting for an explanation why he didn't go to Yunyan to pick him up.

But he is so proud, he never begs for what he wants, let alone begs from someone who "likes Mu Huai'an".

Qin Yi shone into Mu Ziling's life like a ray of light, and Mu Ziling enshrined him like a god.

In a corner Qin Yi doesn't know, waiting alone and hopelessly.

But it was also Qin Yi who pushed Mu Ziling, who believed in him so passionately and desperately, into the abyss.

"Hahaha……"

Qin Yi laughed and cried, tears falling into the rough bowl like a series of beads.

He used to grind Mu Ziling so confidently, venting all his malice and revenge on him.

But alone, he didn't expect that he would lose him too.

"I only love one person in my life."

Qin Yi looked up to the sky and shouted, "I only love one person in my life!!"

He slapped himself hard in the face.

The past is like a scallop, drowning in the sea of ​​time, waiting to be picked up one by one.

The sun has set, and before you know it, it will be night.

Recently, no one dared to approach Qin Yi, and the only one who dared to talk to him a little bit was Concubine Ming.

In the evening, Concubine Ming personally brought the food over to serve Qin Yi.

The curtains in Qin Yi's room were drawn down, even though the afterglow of the evening was still shining outside, there was no light in the room at all.

Same as darkness.

"Say it again."

Qin Yi sat at the table and said hoarsely, "How was he doing in the winter of the year before last?"

Kneeling in front of him was the first servant, the servant, who had served Mu Ziling before.Even those who had a relationship with Mu Ziling were called over.

Being forced, she told Qin Yi over and over again about Mu Ziling's stay in the palace.

"The winter of the year before last, Mr. Mu spent the winter with us in Liang Cheng for the first time."

The little servant was trembling, knelt on the ground and did not dare to lift his head, and said in a low voice, "That day when I saw Young Master Mu standing in front of the window, I wondered what was on the window paper."

Qin Yi had a dull face, unable to distinguish between happiness and anger.

The little servant quietly raised his head, glanced at him quickly, and then continued: "The little man walked over and asked Mr. Mu...Mr. Mu didn't answer at first, but after a while, he asked the little man why the window paper No frosting."

To this day, the boy can still recall the scene of that day.

According to legend, the morbid young master was standing at the door, studying something like a child.

He walked over and took the initiative to talk to Mu Ziling. Mu Ziling frowned and asked him why there was no frost on his window paper as if he couldn't figure it out.

"Frost can only form if the house is warm enough."

What did you say at that time?It seems to be the answer: "Put some more charcoal fire in the son's house, and you will be able to see the hoarfrost tomorrow morning."

However, Mu Ziling was stunned, as if a little lost.

Later, he stood in front of the window and covered the window with his palm for a night, trying to increase the temperature, but he still couldn't see Hoarfrost.

His hands were too cold, and it was too cold in the room. [*Note 1]

"What was he wearing at that time? What kind of clothes did you wear?"

Qin Yi asked softly: "What kind of boots, what kind of jade. What's the look on the face, is the hair loose or tied up?"

He asked meticulously, as if trying to piece together every frame of Mu Ziling that he had missed.

"It's white, with blue trim on the sleeves and collar."

The boy replied: "The boots are also blue, and the hair is tied up with a two-finger-wide cloth belt."

"Oh."

Qin Yi murmured: "When he was still dressed like this, Gu didn't seem to have seen it before."

"..."

The servant wanted to speak but dared not speak, knelt on the ground and muttered for a while, then said in a voice like a mosquito: "Yes... yes, your majesty asked Mr. Mu to dress like this."

"...You wanted him to act like His Highness Huai'an."

The boy said: "The clothes sent are all custom-made according to His Highness Huai'an. Let Mr. Mu either keep it or don't wear it."

Qin Yi's eyes were empty, his body swayed in a daze, not knowing what he was looking at in nothingness.

There was no sound for a long time.

There are many things in this world that I don’t feel like I’m doing too much when I do them.Only when you look back suddenly after losing, will you realize how cruelly you put your heart on the ground and trampled on it.

He deserved to lose him.

At that moment, Qin Yi thought that all Mu Ziling's longing for him had probably been wiped out in the past two years.

But what about Mu Ziling?

Didn't he deserve so much humiliation from Qin Yi?But Qin Yi never had a chance to make up for him.

That night, Qin Yi dreamed of the nine-year-old son Yin again in his dream.

Wearing clean and soft white clothes, with black hair tied with a red rope, he stood by the green West Lake and asked:

"When will you pick me up? I'll wait for you in Yunyan until I die."

Qin Yi took a few steps, wanting to get closer to him, but suddenly saw the grown-up Mu Ziling standing on the other side.

He stood far away, clutching his bloody wrist, and silently looked at Qin Yi with a strange, indescribable look.

"you do not like me."

They said at the same time, "I won't wait for you anymore."

"……no no."

Qin Yi looked at the figure that was drifting away, hurriedly wanted to chase after him, and urgently argued: "I like it....I like it."

However, struggling to the end, it was nothing more than waking up again in the cold sweat soaking through the vest.

"……Kings?"

Hearing the movement inside the house, the servant standing outside the window knocked on the door.

After a while, several attendants and the concubine Ming who rushed over pushed the door and came in, fearing that Qin Yi would be trapped again.

"Is your majesty alright?"

Concubine Ming handed a cup of tea to Qin Yi's lips: "Your Majesty, drink some water."

"I'm very sorry."

However, Qin Yi didn't move, and after a long time he said in a daze, "At that time, Gu should bring him to Liang Cheng directly."

Concubine Ming stared at this haggard and dejected face.

In just a few days, Qin Yi seemed to have changed from an invincible noble king to a derelict emperor who lost everything.

"Gu doesn't like him, refuses to recognize him."

Qin Yi murmured, "But he got to where he is today because of his loneliness."

Qin Yi raised his head, his pupils staring blankly at the top of the bed curtain.

He thought of Mu Ziling's confused eyes that often looked at him in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, and smiled slightly with his lips bent.

"If Gu had promised him back then, I would have taken him away immediately."

Qin Yi said: "... Concubine Ming, I really want to find him."

*Note 1: The principle of frosting is that when the temperature drops suddenly, the moisture in the air condenses into solid.

Frost is solid.