Sparrow dream dance

Snow has been falling, but the Forbidden City is slowly being dotted with red.

Yan Gong, who had been desolate for a long time, also seemed to be tainted with a faint joy.

The palace people filed in and out quietly, looking up and down every corner of the originally gloomy inner palace.

Except, Zhaolan Hall.

Because, the current Holy Majesty does not want the woman who lives here to know what is about to happen tonight.

Therefore, this wedding banquet must be low-key and simple.

The heavy curtains swayed gently, and the palace lanterns hanging high on the walls were just blown out one by one by the maid standing on tiptoe, and green smoke rose from the wicks, which still persisted for a long time.

When Murong Qing was standing in front of the palace gate, some court ladies hurriedly knelt down to salute her, but she silently waved her hands, signaling them all to back down.

Stepping into the hall again, Murong Qing saw that isolated and pure woman still sitting motionless in front of the bronze mirror.

She has long hair draped over her shoulders, quietly staring at the miserable face in the bronze mirror, and also quietly staring at the old plum blossom hairpin in her hair.

Murong Qing saw those eyes in the mirror at first glance.

As long as she can remember, these are the most gentle and beautiful pair of eyes she has ever seen, but maybe because she has shed too many tears, it seems that water can condense now, and there is a kind of tenderness in it. I'm afraid even Iron Stone Man will be tempted when he sees it.

But at this moment, there is still a trace of inexplicable confusion floating in these beautiful eyes.

Of course Murong Qing knew why she was at a loss.

Today is the third day since she woke up, but she still hasn't seen the owner who gave her the hairpin.

Murong Qing approached her slowly, and when she heard footsteps, she turned her head subconsciously, and after seeing the comer clearly, her flickering eyes instantly regained their composure.She stood up gracefully, lowered her eyebrows, and said to Murong Qing, "It's you, Eldest Princess."

Her voice was very soft, with a hint of loss.

Murong Qing looked at the emaciated Leng Lange in front of her, feeling indescribable sympathy and pity in her heart, and asked, "Sister-in-law, are you feeling better?"

"Thank you, princess, for your concern. It's all right now." Leng Lange lightly raised his head to glance at Murong Qing, but quickly lowered his head again.

But with just one glance, Murong Qing could read her true intentions from her hesitant eyes.

She finally couldn't help but said, "Sister-in-law Huang, why didn't you ask me why Brother Huang hasn't come?"

"She...she was right not to come." Leng Lange was silent for a long time before saying quietly.

Murong Qing stared straight at her, but sighed, "Oh, I really don't understand, you and Brother Huang clearly want to see each other in your heart, but why is neither of you willing to say it?"

Leng Lange turned his face away, and bit his lip tightly.

Yes, she wanted to see her, but she dared not and could not see her, because she was afraid that once she saw her, she would no longer be able to control her heart.

Murong Qing looked at Leng Lange who was silent, and continued, "I came today to tell the emperor's wife that tonight... the emperor's brother is going to marry a concubine."

Leng Lange raised her eyes suddenly, her face turned pale, and she almost exhausted all her strength before asking very softly, "She... who is she going to marry?"

"Marry that Miss Su from Qingzhou."

Murong Qing stared into her eyes and said solemnly, "Brother Huang invited her father into the palace to continue your life in exchange for marrying her daughter as a concubine."

After listening to Leng Lange, his hands were unnaturally clasped together, his heart was full of bitterness and sadness.

Every word Murong Qing said was like a needle, piercing her heart achingly.

She didn't want her to marry another woman because of herself, nor did she want her to marry another woman for any reason.

But. .now. .

She finally turned around slowly, closed her eyes, and tried her best to calmly say, "Is...I see."

But what can she do now.

There are too many things that she doesn't want, they have already happened, so what can she do.

Murong Qing looked at the face in the bronze mirror that was clearly suffering and suppressed to the limit, and said softly, "Sister Lan Ge, I know what you and Brother Huang have gone through in the past, and I also know what you are afraid of, but those sufferings It is not the fault of the two of you. Now everything is over, as long as you are willing, the winter snow will end, the spring breeze will return, and you can still love each other again."

"You have to believe that when time is not old, there is still hope."

When Murong Qing left, she couldn't remember.

She stared blankly at the smooth bronze mirror, only her last words echoed in her mind over and over again, "You have to believe, there is still hope when time is not old".

hope. .between her and her. .Is there really any hope?

"As long as you think about it, it will come naturally." A cold and hoarse female voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Leng Lange was taken aback, but there was no one else in the bronze mirror except himself, so who was speaking?

She just wanted to turn her head to have a look, but her body suddenly seemed to be frozen by someone's magic, and she couldn't move anymore.

With cold fingertips slowly brushing across Leng Lange's face, she widened her eyes, staring desperately at herself in the bronze mirror who was panicked, and asked in amazement, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is, do you know who you are?"

The woman's voice sounded a little careless, as if she was talking right next to her ear, and seemed to be thousands of miles away from her.

She pursed her lips tightly and did not answer, but the uncontrollable rise and fall of her chest revealed the fear and helplessness in her heart.

"You dare not answer me." The woman chuckled and said again, "It's because you don't know how to answer me. Now you are not the queen, nor the queen mother, just like you can't be her wife, and you don't want to be her wife." It's really difficult to be her sister-in-law, eh"

"Who the hell are you?!" Leng Lange asked hurriedly.

The woman suddenly laughed, "Haha, who am I? Who am I? I am the only person in this world who can help you!"

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As night falls, dragons and phoenixes shine brightly, in pairs.

Su Wan wore an incomparably gorgeous scarlet gown, covered in pearls and jade, and sat on the huge bed.

She has been waiting for a long time, and even her legs are almost numb.

But her heart was full of sweetness.

The pretty face under the red hijab always carries a smile blooming like a flower and a trace of nervousness.

But when she thought that later, that person would lift the red scarf on her head with his own hands, the smile on her lips grew stronger.

Even if there is no grand ceremony, what could be happier than marrying someone you have always loved.

In Weiyang Hall, almost everyone could see that the newly married emperor who was going to have his first moment soon was actually not happy.

Murong Yan has never worn red before, wearing it today makes her pale face even more pale.

She gulped down the wine and coughed from time to time, her pale cheeks were stained with a strange flush.

"Your Majesty, the good time has come, please drink less." Gong'e reminded in a low voice.

Murong Yan lowered her head and stared at the fine wine in the bottle, her sober and helpless shallow eyes were clearly reflected.

She raised her head and gulped it down, sighed again and again, "Oh, lead the way."

Gong'e, who was leading the way, walked briskly, but Murong Yan felt that walking was difficult, and her mind was in chaos.

She didn't know how to face Su Wan for a while, and she didn't know what she should do to prevent her from becoming the second Xiao Ziyan.

"Please, Your Majesty."

Gong E pushed open the heavy door, lowered her eyebrows and said to Murong Yan.

She stood in front of the palace gate for a long time, finally took a deep breath, clenched her fists and stepped in.

The door behind her was slowly closed, and she slowly approached the bride in the red scarf step by step.

"Miss Su, there is something I've been thinking about for a long time."

She walked a few steps before Su Wan, stood firmly, and said in a deep voice, "I know it may be too late for this step today, but if I continue to lie to you, I'm afraid I will be restless for the rest of my life, so I really Tell you no."

After the voice fell, the hall was completely silent. Su Wan just sat motionless on the bed without making a sound.

"Actually, I'm not the beloved person you imagined."

Murong Yan paused, and said in a low voice bitterly, "I can't be your husband, maybe I can't be anyone's husband either, because I'm a woman just like you."

After saying this, the hall was still silent, Su Wan didn't even move her body.

Murong Yan felt something strange in her heart, so she took a step closer and asked, "Miss Su, you... did you hear what I just said?"

But Su Wan still sat motionless.

Murong Yan stepped forward in a hurry, and pulled off the red scarf from her head, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she couldn't look away, "You...how could it be you?"

The stunning woman in front of me, who is not Su Wan, is Leng Lange with exquisite makeup!

Under the faint candlelight, Leng Lange stared at her with eye movements, there were shock, joy, confusion, and sadness. . .

Murongyan was stunned for a moment, then her mind suddenly cleared up, and she hurriedly stepped forward to hold Leng Lange's pulse, lest she might make a mistake.

"Don't worry, I just fixed her acupuncture points and didn't hurt her."

At this time, a cold female voice was suddenly heard from outside the hall.

As soon as Murongyan heard it, she knew it was Yingying, the wolf girl, and asked in confusion, "Senior, why did you arrest her here and dress her up as..." She closed her lips and stared blankly at In front of Leng Lange, who was so coquettish, but the phrase 'we still have to dress her up as a bride' went on.

When she was marching and fighting in the past, she had imagined countless times that when she went back, she would be her bride in a big red gown.

But now, she has long since dared not and can no longer have such a dream.

I only heard a cold voice from outside the hall, "Excuse me."

In the next moment, Leng Lange collapsed into Murongyan's arms, panting softly.

"I once said, you must never let down the person I saved with great difficulty. Some things, since you dare not, then I will decide for you. Listen, after you have had a cup of wine and are truly married, Naturally, I will let the two of you come out." The wolf girl Yingying said lazily, "But hurry up, and no matter the real Miss Su may not be able to wait for too long, your Jiangshan Sheji will not be able to wait too long either."

After hearing this, Murong Yan's eyes sank, and she slapped the palace door hard. It stands to reason that the sandalwood palace door should be broken on the spot, but her palm hadn't even touched the door, as if it had been crushed. An invisible wall blocked it.

She was shocked in her heart, and rushed to the door of the hall, but before her hands were completely pressed against the door, she felt scorching like fire, no matter how hard she endured the pain, she couldn't push it away at all!

"Don't waste your energy, you should know who I am." The wolf girl Yingying smiled lightly, "I advise you to save your energy and enjoy your wedding night." After finishing speaking, there was silence outside the door.

"Damn sorcery!" Embarrassed and annoyed, Murong Yan couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

The glazed smoked stove beast in one corner exudes a heavy honey fragrance, and she walks back and forth in front of the temple gate anxiously.

It was clearly the cold winter, but she was gradually sweating profusely.

What really made her feel suffocated was that she didn't dare to look at the unbelievably beautiful Leng Lange at the side.

For a long time, Leng Lange looked at Murongyan who had never dared to approach her, and finally sighed in disappointment,

"Oh, don't go anymore."

When Murong Yan heard this, she stopped in her tracks, but in order to keep her distance, she still sat at the side table with glasses of wine, silently looking at this absurd wedding hall.

Originally, she thought that facing Su Wan was already disturbing enough, but at this moment, facing Leng Lange made her even more disturbed.

"Thank you."

After an unknown amount of time, Leng Lange said softly to Murongyan who was bowing her head.

Murong Yan was taken aback for a moment, and when she raised her head again, she was facing Leng Lan's beautiful eyes, and she said softly, "Thank you for taking care of me all the time."

"You don't need to tell me thank you." Murong Yan's heart trembled, and she replied in a low voice, "What I did is not worth mentioning."

If a person has left life and death for another person, but still thinks it is a trivial matter, it can only show that that person is more important than himself.

"You have done enough for me." Leng Lange stood up slowly, walked in front of her, stared at her and said quietly, "Over the years, in fact, I have also thought that if you Come back, I'm really married to you, how do you explain your identity to me? Will you also tell me what you said to Miss Su just now?"

"I.."

Murongyan's face turned red and white, she didn't know how to answer her, she was dumb for a moment.

"But after all, there are no ifs. There are always so many mistakes and misunderstandings between you and me." Leng Lange raised the flagon on the table, poured two bottles full of wine, and said with a tearful smile, "But at least Right now, I don't regret it."

"This glass of wine is my toast to you."

She raised the wine bottle and murmured quietly,

"I first met you ten years ago."

Drank the wine into the throat, clear tears fell, and sighed again,

"Where is the head of the branch now? You are in the south and I am in the north."

For ten years, it seemed that all her love and hatred had been devoted to the same person.

In the past ten years, with constant fetters and concerns, and the most profound youthfulness and haze, there seems to be a strange wall between the two forever, seemingly close at hand, but far away from the end of the world.

Leng Lange raised the pot, wanting to pour more wine, but firmly pressed her with a pair of knuckle-knuckle hands.

She didn't raise her eyes, but just stared blankly at the hands that pressed her. She still remembered the hands in her impression, as warm as jade, slender and slender. . .But now it is weather-beaten, with faint calluses and scars intertwined.

Time has ruthlessly eroded her, but at least in her heart, she will not be changed, she still has gentle eyes and a light smile.

"song.."

She called her name in a hoarse voice, and finally hugged her tightly into her arms.

She also grabbed the robe behind her, like the first embrace, slowly tightening inch by inch.

Murong Yan's cheeks were already filled with tears, and the veins on her forehead emerged.

At this moment, extreme joy and extreme pain tormented her at the same time.

How could she not love such a woman?

But how could she love such a woman?

After a long time, she still let go of her, choked up each word, "I'm sorry...but I already have Xiaoti."

Leng Lange slowly revealed a very sad and sad smile, she stretched her arms around Murongyan's neck, and said softly,

"Idiot, now I am in front of you, can you not mention others... at least not at this moment."

"Do you know, Sister Qing came to see me this morning. She told me that as long as I am willing, there is still hope for you and me." She leaned her head lightly on her shoulder and sighed again, "It's a pity ... She was only half right. Well, even if there is still hope between you and me, there is no chance, right?"

Murong Yan trembled all over, she clenched her teeth tightly and hugged her slender waist tightly.

The bronze mirror on the side reflected the image of two people wearing wedding gowns embracing each other tightly. Leng Lange saw it, and stared at Rou Sheng and said,

"You see, at least at this moment, we are more like a newly married couple."