Sparrow dream dance

Walking again and again, parting with the king,

There are thousands of miles away, each in the end of the world.

The road is obstructed and long, can you know the meeting?

Sijun makes people old, and the years are suddenly too late.

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Last night, the rain was gurgling, and the spring was fading, and she woke up before three o'clock.

She had a dream, a long-lost dream.

In the dream, time is like a thread, traces traced back in the looming memory.

Perhaps, every woman has a past that was buried with youth, but the ending is often not the one she expected. When she was a teenager, the love faded away, leaving only vain broken flames that screamed helplessly, like a sharp knife stabbing her. wear yourself.

In the dream, she kept walking, walking alone, but she didn't know where she was going.When I looked back suddenly, I saw the fragrance of flowers floating behind me, and the petals were falling. Only under the tree, there was no old man.

Yes, she left for another three years, but this time, I didn't have to wait for her anymore.

Because waiting is already the most meaningless move.

The sky was gradually turning white, and the morning wind brought a bit of coolness. Following the palace people who filed in, they got into the gloomy and gorgeous palace room.

She was wearing a white shirt, and she was already sitting in front of the dressing table. The three thousand black hairs that poured down were gently swayed by the wind, but they entangled her heart and made a knot.

Sleepless for half the night, she quietly looked at the face in the Linghua mirror, like a white plum blossom that had lost its color.

She had forgotten exactly when it started, and she found that the anger on her face was getting less and less day by day, just like the tears in her eyes were drying up day by day.

With a blank face like this, the palace servants behind her carefully rolled up her jet-black long hair, coiled it into intricately styled temples, and then took twelve golden step rocks, and inserted them one by one. The long beadwork hangs tremblingly, swaying between the temples.

Then, the maid Yao'er took off her white shirt for her, and put on a golden red palace dress embroidered with phoenix dancing for nine days. She wore a jade belt with nine holes around her waist, and thin pearl tassels hung from both sides of the jade belt. Green desire rain belt, with a length of one foot, and a long skirt dragging behind.

Lips of sandalwood color, bright as red fruit, a pair of dexterous hands dotted makeup on her face, the beauty's face in the mirror finally showed a frightening brilliance.But she smiled at the mirror, and the self in the mirror was like a beautiful decoration, playing a role that shouldn't belong to her every day and night, and she didn't even have the right to refuse.

When the palace servant gently picked up the fragrant rose dew and wiped the ends of her hair carefully, he heard a long and drawn-out announcement from the guard outside the palace gate, "Your Majesty—here—"

The atmosphere in the palace immediately became a little tense, and all the maids bowed and retreated to the side, quietly waiting.

Her pretty eyebrows like Dai's were slightly startled, but she still got up calmly and faced the palace door.

Yao'er, the maid in front of the queen, lowered her head and thought to herself, this was supposed to be the time for the concubines of the sixth palace to pay their respects to the queen, but something happened that made the emperor come to Fengyi Palace at this time.

"Ge'er." Accompanied by a voice as calm as water, the emperor in bright yellow robes embroidered with gold dragons strode into the hall.

"The concubine has seen Your Majesty." Leng Lange bowed her body, and saluted her husband, the current emperor, Yanjing Emperor Murong Xuan, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Get up." He stepped forward and gently helped her up.

Leng Lange raised his eyes, and was looking at the emperor who was just a few feet away before him with a special gaze. The gaze was still so hot that he stared at him uncomfortably like a thorn in his back.

So, she had no choice but to lower her eyebrows again, and asked softly, "I don't know why Your Majesty came here?"

Emperor Yan Jing raised his eyebrows and stared at her, "It will be your birthday in three days, let me see what you still lack."

"Thank you Your Majesty for your generosity, my concubine has already done everything." Leng Lange's voice was still tepid.

The court lady Yao'er couldn't help but secretly raised her eyes to look at the most noble but most alienated man and woman in Dayan.

I heard from the elder Gong'e that the Queen is His Majesty's married wife, and they have experienced life and death together.And Fengyi Palace has always been the most sacred place among the six palaces.But the strange thing is, no matter how much His Majesty loves the queen, he has never seen the queen smile heartily. It's not that she can't laugh. Helpless smile. . .But she was the only one who never showed a happy smile.

Yao'er can feel that living in this palace makes her very unhappy, even though she is already the queen of the world.

But in the face of such a melancholy and indifferent wife all day long, the Holy Majesty never tires of inquiring diligently, even though this wife is not even willing to serve the emperor.

Really, from ancient times to the present, Yao'er cherished the concubines and concubines for thousands of years, which one of them didn't fight for the rest of their lives just to make the king happy for a day.Only this Empress Empress, no matter how painstakingly the Holy Majesty took, she remained indifferent and even resisted in every possible way. The Majesty had no choice but to accept the harem as a momentary consolation.

But Yao'er understands that the current Holy Majesty is like an arrow on a bowstring. Seeing the bowstring being stretched bigger and bigger, he is afraid that one day when his patience reaches the limit, he will shoot it mercilessly. carve. . .

Emperor Yan Jing looked at Leng Lange, clenched his fists under the dragon robe, and did not speak for a while.

She still doesn't want anything, no matter what she gives her, she doesn't want it. . .

He doesn't know how long he can hold on, he has been the emperor for almost three years, even though he owns all over the world, but facing this woman, he seems to have never owned it for a day from the very beginning to now.

But he couldn't force her again and again. He recalled the last time he forced her after drunk, which almost made her lose her luster, and he still had lingering fears in his heart. . .The current her is as fragile as a jade that could be broken at any time, and she can't allow herself to play with it at will, otherwise she might just break the jade into pieces.

But the more so. .But the more unwilling.

Since I can conquer the whole world, how can I not conquer a woman's heart?

Seeing Emperor Yan Jing's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word, the atmosphere in the palace became more and more oppressive, everyone buried their heads extremely low, and dared not even breathe out.

After a long time, Emperor Yan Jing issued an order coldly, "Back down."

This sentence was addressed to other people except Leng Lange.

Yao'er raised her eyes and glanced at the pale queen, a trace of unbearableness flashed across her face, she hurriedly lowered her head and followed the crowd to leave the hall, closing the door tightly.

She still remembered that last month, His Majesty was drunk and broke into the Fengyi Palace at night. He no longer had the usual royal demeanor in his body, but humiliated his wife to the extreme like a crazy beast.At that time, I was kneeling outside the hall to wait, but apart from hearing the emperor's suppressed and painful groans, I didn't hear the queen make a sound.When the man ran out with his bare upper body in despair and ordered him to go to the imperial physician, Yao'er sneaked a glance at the inner hall, only to see that the long black hair on the bed was thrown into a messy and blooming flower, and the blood Winding out, the silver-white brocade mattress was dyed red, revealing shocking eyes.

But now. . .The empress's body has not yet fully recovered, so is it possible that the emperor is going to do it again. . .Are you lucky?

No, that's not called luck at all. . .Even if he is the king of a country, that kind of behavior is the greatest insult to a woman.

Yao'er knelt outside the hall, her eyes glowed with burning heat, she tried her best to raise her head, and looked at the eaves of the palace where the crows were flying past.

In this dark and endless palace, women have always been involuntary. . .Whether it's a court lady or a queen, maybe on this point, they are all the same.

Soon, they were the only ones left in the hall.

Leng Lange still lowered his eyes and did not move, but his hands hidden under the phoenix robe were secretly locked together.

Emperor Yan Jing took a step forward and hugged her lightly, but he felt the beauty in his arms visibly tremble, and he said, "Don't be afraid of me, I won't hurt you again."

Leng Lange closed his eyes.

No, he didn't understand yet, he wasn't afraid. . .Instead feel sick. . .

"One day, you will understand my heart for you." Emperor Yan Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, and said softly, "No matter how many concubines I accept, in my heart, you are always the only one."

Leng Lange said calmly, "A few years ago, I told Your Majesty that even if Your Majesty took all the three thousand of Ruo Shui, I would never interfere with it."

Now, why do you have to say these things to me again. . .I don't care at all.

Emperor Yan Jing's arms froze, his dark eyes stared at Leng Lange in front of him, and he smiled wryly, "Really?"

He paused, took out a roster from his sleeve, and continued, "This is a roster of good families selected from the people. These women will be sent to the palace soon. Since the beloved concubine is so sensible, when the time comes Let Aifei personally take care of the grading for me."

"This is the job of a courtier and concubine." Leng Lange took the roster with her head down, with no trace of joy or anger on her face.

Emperor Yan Jing narrowed his eyes, shook his sleeves and walked out of the hall. After taking two steps, he stopped and turned his head, and said meaningfully, "By the way, I just heard a strange thing in the court hall, King Xiang After suppressing the bandits in Qingzhou, he did not return to the Yongbei fiefdom, but volunteered to act as a guard, and escorted the two concubines from Qingzhou back to Beijing. You said that my younger brother has not received the edict announcing her to return to Beijing, so then How can I punish you for making such reckless actions without authorization?"

Hearing this, Leng Lange was startled, and the corners of his lips trembled unconsciously, "Your Majesty, King Xiang has never dared to disobey His Majesty, and has always been loyal to Dayan, there must be a reason for this thought. . . ”

Leng Lange was really anxious in his heart. These years, he had no longer expected to see her again, and only hoped that she would be safe. . .But now, why did she make such a move that put herself in danger and aroused suspicion?

"Are you very afraid that I will punish her?" Emperor Yan Jing stood with his hands behind his back, a dark flame of danger glowing in his eyes.

How could Leng Lange fail to see the jealousy and murderous intent in the eyes of the man in front of her, her voice seemed tired and weak, "Your Majesty, she is your seventh younger brother."

After a long time, Emperor Yan Jing said, "Forget it, I will let this matter go by, as long as..."

He opened the door, and a gust of cool wind entered the hall, piercing Leng Lange's broken heart like an ice knife with his last words.

"As long as she can return to Yanjing alive."