Sparrow dream dance

The third year of Emperor Yanjing's Shunzhen may be destined to be a rainy year. From the day when King Xiang Murongyan returned to the capital, sensitive people can smell uneasiness and conspiracy from the pear-blossoming air in Yanjing. breath.

As for Murong Yan, the saddest thing is that sometimes just to protect himself, he has to go to the agency to do all the tricks, and there is no morality to speak of wisely protecting himself.

Once upon a time, she was so ignorant and carefree living in Yanjing's beautiful and psychedelic dreamland, but now there are endless desolation and ugly lies left.

If possible, she hopes that she can go back to before she was 16 years old and ignore those changes in imperial power and political tricks.

If possible, she just wanted to smell the unforgettable pear blossom fragrance that year again.

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Murong Lian is a quiet person by nature, that's why he is obsessed with this quiet yet wise game like Ji Yi. Similarly, he is also obsessed with that quiet yet wise man.

Among all the imperial brothers, what he admires most from the bottom of his heart is not the former prince Murong Wei who was born to his same mother, nor is it the king of Chu Murong Hui who treats him best like his father, nor is he even the one who is currently in the ninth five. The respected Fourth Emperor Murong Xuan, but the Seventh Emperor Murong Yan who has always been taciturn and has the thinnest shallow eyes.

For example, at this moment, he and the emperor were sitting face to face in the courtyard of Prince Xiang's Mansion, and there was only a pot of pear blossom wine and two cups on the stone table.

After listening to what she said about the hunting arranged by the Holy Majesty, she still looked neither surprised nor angry, she just quietly looked at the fallen flowers in the courtyard, and lightly sipped the wine in the glass.

Finally, when Murong Yan drained his third glass of wine, Murong Lian couldn't help but asked, "Seventh brother, you have to prepare for this matter early... Otherwise, the Holy One... I'm afraid it will happen to you." Unforeseen..."

Murong Yan lowered her eyes, looking at the ripples in the cup, but still didn't say a word.

After a while, she raised her eyes, stared at Murong Lian, with a slightly sad smile on her lips, and asked, "Ninth Brother, has anyone ever told you that the Holy One was once my most respected and loved one?" Brother..."

Murong Lian was taken aback for a moment, and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

It's not that he doesn't know about Seventh Brother's past with His Majesty.

Back then, Seventh Brother was the most unfavored prince in this dynasty, his father ignored him, his mother hated him, and his elder brothers bullied him. . .It is heard that only the Fourth Emperor Brother truly treats him like a brother.

"Did you know that the Holy One gave me my first sword, taught me the first boxing technique, and carried me up the first time I rode a horse... At that time, the Holy One was my elder brother , was my teacher, even my father...and at that time, I didn't call him Holy Majesty, I didn't call him Your Majesty, I called him Fourth Brother..." Murongyan's voice was extremely sentimental, she stretched out her palm, It seems that I want to catch those flashy memories, but there are petals spinning and falling on the palm of my hand.

Murong Lian stared intently at Murongyan's side face which seemed to be born with a melancholy temperament, and heard her sigh again, "That year, I went to Mobei with my fourth brother to fight, and the journey was arduous. I was going to be killed by the enemy, frozen to death by the snowstorm, or tortured to death by hunger...but every time it was the fourth brother who rescued me from the darkness of despair. I will never regret it for this person."

Murong Yan's voice was very soft, as light as a petal in the palm of her hand, "Really, that's what I thought at that time, he is the elder brother I can trust for the rest of my life, and the hero I admire in my heart... I will never forget the phrase he always said to me with a smile, 'Don't be afraid, brother four will always be your back'...Because of this sentence, even in the face of thousands of troops, I I have never been afraid, even if I have suffered thousands of arrows for him, I will admit it..."

"Seventh brother..." Murong Lian suddenly felt his nose a little sour, and murmured to Murong Yan.

This may be the sorrow of the emperor's family, pure brotherhood is always difficult to last.

Murong Yan turned her head, stared at Murong Lian, and suddenly laughed, "Sometimes I hear you call me, but it's a bit like when I was called the Holy One."

She raised her glass and drank it down again, her eyes gradually became a little careless and intoxicated, and she slowly confided in her heart, "Later, even if I found out that he married her... I never thought of hating him from the bottom of my heart." ...you know, I hated everyone during that time, but I couldn't afford to hate him...I...I can only regard her as my imperial wife, I abandoned her, I abandoned myself, but And I don't want to betray him...that's because I don't want to lose my only brother."

"Brother Seven, maybe when the Holy Majesty becomes the Holy Majesty, he will no longer be our elder brother." Murong Lian lowered his voice, and a moist light appeared in his eyes.

Murong Yan fell into a deep silence, she suddenly waved her hands weakly at Murong Lian, "Forget it, let's not talk about this, you and my brother have been separated for a long time, and today we will not return home drunk."

"Seventh brother..." Murong Lian opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally reminded, "A friend of mine once said that people's hearts are very heavy, especially the sacred will is unpredictable. You must guard against it. Play by plan..."

"I wish that what your friend said was wrong." Murong Yan clenched the wine glass in her hand and interrupted with a wry smile.

She wished so much, in his heart. . .There is still a trace of brotherhood.

"Seventh Brother, the Holy Majesty is targeting you everywhere now, and no one in the civil and military courts knows?" Murong Lian said angrily with red eyes, "You have made great contributions to my Dayan, but how did the Holy Majesty treat you? You You worked hard for him, but he relegated you to the remote border for so long... He is no longer the good brother that you thought, Seventh Brother..."

"Stop talking." Murong Yan closed her eyes and didn't look at him. For some reason, she seemed to see a trace of her original self from Murong Lian, young, impulsive, whatever she said and did, and never cared about the consequences.

After a long time, she sighed with sadness on her face, "Ninth brother, do you and I have to talk about how to beware of our elder brother?"

Murong Lian lowered his head and quietly did not respond.

He quietly watched Murongyan drinking in silence, suddenly he couldn't understand what was going on in her heart.Among all the elder brothers, this Seventh Emperor Brother has experienced the most, so she should understand the suffering and separation, betrayal and ups and downs in this world better than anyone else.

But for some reason, she still seems unwilling to accept the changes and filth of reality.

I heard people say that if you drink stuffy wine, you will get drunk easily.

Sure enough, Murong Yan seemed to be drunk very soon, she drew out the sword from her waist and staggered to the center of the courtyard.

Murong Lian saw Murong Yan staring at him and smiled. At the moment when the four eyes met, he read all kinds of secret heart songs, unspeakable feelings and deep visions from her eyes.

When the blue light lit up, he saw Murong Yan dancing with her sword under the chaotic white petals.

With a graceful and graceful figure, she smiled quietly and sang intoxicatedly:

One volume of Lisao and one volume of scriptures, ten years of thoughts and ten years of lights.

Listening to the sound of autumn on the banana leaves, I want to cry but I can't help laughing.

Taboo worry and helplessness, learn to forget love, mislead others and say that you are smart.

Murong Yan's voice was very soft, as if lost in a distant memory, Murong Lian quietly looked at her glowing side face, but didn't feel it.

As a newborn, he actually couldn't understand this kind of state of mind that has been traced for ten years, and he could only feel that his imperial brother was not happy at all.

In fact, no one can really understand the secrets and helplessness hidden deep in the heart of another person.

And maybe most people are like this, sentimental but ruthless annoyed, clever but cleverly misunderstood.

"Ninth Brother, do you know that I have always envied you." Murong Yan dropped the sword and sighed slightly.

"Why does Seventh Brother envy me?" Murong Lian asked puzzledly.

Seeing Murongyan raise an extremely lonely smile, she opened her arms and fell to the ground.

She slowly closed her eyes, letting the falling flowers all over the sky float on the skirt of her clothes, on her eyebrows.

"What you have, I don't have."

Yes, she envied that he was born with flesh and blood love and brotherhood, envied that he didn't have to endure others' slander, criticism and malicious framing, and envied him that he could live the life she wanted to live in a fair and honest manner.

Asking herself, she is actually a low self-esteem and weak person, desperately maintaining an identity that should not belong to her, loving someone who should not be loved, the heavy shackles of fate made her unable to help but envy this young brother.

Murong Lian was startled, and hurried towards Murong Yan who was lying on the ground, just about to ask another question, but he saw a purple shirt coming.

He lowered his head slightly and said, "My brother has seen the emperor's wife."

Xiao Ziyan looked at Murong Yan who was motionless on the ground, and politely bowed his body to return to Murong Lian, "I have seen His Highness the Ninth Prince."

"Seventh brother... he must have drunk too much..." Murong Lian said with some embarrassment.

"I know." Xiao Ziyan said calmly, but her eyes were fixed on Murongyan.

Murong Lian saw the tenderness in Xiao Ziyan's eyes, and thought to herself, she and Seventh Brother are really husband and wife, thinking that Seventh Brother has been away from Beijing for many years, it is not easy for the emperor's wife, and he should not continue to bother them.

Thinking of this, he cupped his hands and said, "So, then sister-in-law, take good care of Seventh Brother, and my younger brother will retire first."

Xiao Ziyan tried to persuade him to stay, but Murong Lian insisted on leaving, so she personally sent him out of Prince Xiang's mansion, and ordered her servants to help the drunk Murong Yan into the bedroom.

But when she turned back to the courtyard, she saw Murongyan laying on the ground with her eyes closed, and the maidservants on both sides were kneeling beside her, daring not to make a sound.

Seeing Xiao Ziyan approaching, the leading maid hurriedly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, forgive me, the slave has already persuaded her, but the lord refuses to get up..."

"Back off, just let me lie like this for a while."

Murong Yan did not open her eyes, her voice was calm and calm.

Yes, in fact, she was not drunk at all, because. .She has long forgotten the feeling of being drunk.

She just wanted to pretend to be drunk, pretend that she could forget all her troubles, pretend that she could indulge herself once and for all.

The sound of footsteps as quietly as the ebbing tide soon came from all around. After a long silence, Murongyan slowly opened her eyes, but she saw Xiao Ziyan still standing not far away, staring at herself with her lips tightly pressed.

Murong Yan let out a long sigh in her heart, then stood up, turned her face away, and called softly, "Zi Yan."

I don't know when, I started to be a little afraid to meet this woman's eyes, because the resentment and unwillingness in her eyes, and even some more obscure things can often arouse the firework called guilt in my heart, and I almost want to put myself His internal organs were burnt to pieces.

Xiao Ziyan approached Murongyan, slowly raised her hand, and approached her.

Almost subconsciously, Murong Yan quickly grabbed her wrist and stared at her motionlessly.

"I just want to help His Highness take off the fallen flowers on his shoulders, can this not work?" Xiao Ziyan said sadly.

Murongyan withdrew her hand like a fire, the flame in her heart burned even more intensely, she lowered her head and said guiltily, "I'm sorry."

Xiao Ziyan gently took off the petal, and there were crystal tears trembling in front of her eyelashes.

For a long time, she only heard her asking word by word, "Your Highness, what should I do to make you willing to say something that pleases me?"

Do you have to point my sword at your throat before you are willing to look at me?

Xiao Ziyan stared at Murongyan, watching the corners of her lips quivering slightly, as if she had waited for her all her life before hearing her voice piercing into her ears, and then tears overflowed from her eyelids uncontrollably, drowning her eyes. A heart that was already scarred.

What she said was: I have a rock in my heart, and I can't change it.