The bright moon sits on the ground

"Hey!"

A low exclamation sounded.

The peach blossom-faced maid covered her thin lips, and looked at the person in front of her in surprise.

"I haven't seen you for a day. How did you become like this?" She touched the little girl's eyes with her slightly warm fingers pitifully. The skin under her fingertips was smooth and slightly swollen. It was always clear and bright on weekdays. His eyes were red, and he looked like he was in pain. "Look, your eyes are almost as swollen as walnuts. Why don't you apply cold water to them? I'll go get you some water..."

Hearing this, Bi Tao shook her head, politely rejected her offer, and said, "Sister, I'm here to pack up and leave."

"Go?" The older maid hesitated for a moment, as if thinking of something, "Did someone bully you?"

"No,? The people in the palace are very kind to me. This is a decision I made after careful consideration."

Those almond eyes were swollen into walnut eyes. Bitao felt the surrounding area of ​​the eye sockets swollen and uncomfortable, and squeezed in desperately. The squeezed eyes were dry, and when the wind blew, it felt like needle pricks. It rolled out with the cold wind at one o'clock.

She sniffed, and the tip of her nose was still a little red. She was extremely pitiful, but she refused to reveal the reason, and just sat there sullenly.

"Well,? I picked up a kitten, because it was scared of strangers and was injured again, and refused to let me be too far away from it." Bi Tao coughed twice, her eyes drifted, she didn't know what she was thinking, and she faintly looked back. With a sense of sadness, "It has no family, but it likes to be with me, and also likes what I describe, my hometown. So I want to take it back to see the spring flowers and autumn moon it wants to see."

Only then did the older maid ease her expression, and asked curiously, "What color cat is it?"

"Black, if you don't pay attention, it will blend into the night and disappear completely."

Bi Tao felt her eyes sore, and her throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of fluff that she couldn't swallow, forcing her to make a trembling, slightly crying sound, so she had no choice but to raise her eyes, barely holding back those tears.

"Don't cry." The maid gently touched the corners of her eyes and asked, "Are you leaving today?"

"It's too late to say goodbye to you guys, I'm really sorry." Bi Tao suddenly patted her swollen cheeks, pulled herself together, and showed her a bright smile, "After I bid farewell to the master, the young master, and the ladies, I will step on the On the way back."

She first went to the person in charge of the palace, King Zhen'e Zhang Shuangbi.

Zhang Shuangbi usually handles official business in the study during the day, and those scrolls and documents are piled up into hills, every time Bi Tao sees her, she feels frightened, she just thinks that this prince is not a good one.If there are too many official duties, the lamp in the study will stay on until late at night. Walking through the corridor, looking from a distance, it looks like a firefly floating in the dark night, the light is weak and warm.

She had never seen King Zhen'e in battle, and she was glad that she had never seen him in battle.

In this huge Zhen'e, only Zhang Shuangbi can be so admired by the people. He is the city of Zhen'e, the high wall of Zhen'e, and the reassurance of everyone. As long as he is there, It seems that all difficulties and obstacles are not to be feared.

The waist of the corridor is unadorned, the eaves and teeth are pecked high, copper bells are hung on the beams, and thin lines are placed on the four corners. The junction of the pillars is a gloomy sky, dazzling white, which is a common weather in Zhen'e.Bi Tao stepped through the long corridor, thinking, this might be the last time.

As it got closer, complicated and chaotic voices broke into her cochlea, and she realized that the people in the study seemed to be having a fierce quarrel.

The brass bells on the beam swayed, causing the more than ten brass bells to ring together, and the sound in the room suddenly stopped.

The man with gentle eyebrows opened the door. He was wearing thin clothes, and he didn't feel cold at all. Even after a distance, Bi Tao could clearly see the twisted muscles under the clothes, hiding the vigor and fierceness of a leopard .

He was King Zhen'e's guest, and Bi Tao knew him. She had met him several times in the mansion, but she didn't know his name.

But it's pointless to think about it now, she bowed her knees and saluted, raised her gaze slightly, passed the man in front of her, and looked at King Zhen'e who was sitting in front of the desk in the room, frowning, rubbing his temples with his eyes closed.

Zhang Shuangbi would often show such an expression, perhaps the common people would never be able to understand King Zhen'e's thoughts.

Did they just have a fight?Bi Tao secretly thought that she only heard sporadic words, such as, "you all know it", "leave him alone", and "concealment", "deception", "powerless", and so on.

She seldom sees King Zhen'e angry. Isn't it inappropriate to come here to say goodbye at this time?

But Bi Tao didn't have time to back down, Zhang Shuangbi had already seen her, her face gradually softened, and she waved her hand to signal her to come in and talk - she was glad that she was the young lady's personal maid, perhaps it was because of this that Zhang Shuangbi remembered her .

Bi Tao said the words that had been considered over and over again in her heart.

It was nothing more than a farewell, using excuses that anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance, but Zhang Shuangbi didn't expose it.

The handsome and taciturn man in white clothes listened carefully, folded his hands on his knees, thought for a moment, and asked a question for no reason: "You didn't leave because you were wronged in my house, did you?"

Similar to what she heard from the maid before, Bi Tao was a little surprised, not understanding why they would think so.

"No." She suppressed the doubts in her heart, but did not dare to ask after all, "I decided to leave by myself."

So Zhang Shuangbi nodded silently, did not stop her, and did not exchange much greetings, but only wished her a safe and sound journey back home.

Then, there is the boudoir next to the study room, where Zhang Yu, who has always spoken softly, and her husband live there.

They seem to live in separate rooms, and rarely live together. Although the servants of the palace are not fond of gossiping, they still have curiosity about their relationship. After all, one is a lady of the palace, and the other is from a family of merchants. The second son, this marriage contract is probably not tied by Zhang Shuangbi. Zhen'e is far away from the imperial city, so he probably doesn't want to marry his daughter so far away.

The sound of arpeggios came from the pavilion, like a gurgling stream, and the green peach followed the sound. Sure enough, Zhang Yu, who was dressed in light green, was sitting in the pavilion, with lowered eyebrows and slightly parted lips, humming softly. Thin white fingers twirled the strings slowly, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly, Bi Tao couldn't understand the rhythm, but could only hear it as if it was a ballad deep in the desert, with a strong and tragic feeling of wind and sand blowing against her face.

Jia Zhao, the second son of the Jia family, was sitting at the side, a few steps away, looking at Zhang Concubine without saying a word, with a subtle and gentle smile in his eyes, as if he was deep in thought, but he didn't seem to think about anything, he just wanted to Just listen to this song quietly.

Zhang Yu pressed her palm on the strings, blocking the music that hadn't had time to make it in her palm, and stopped abruptly.

She raised her eyes to see who was watching, pursed her lips, and nodded to Bi Tao, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

After listening to Bi Tao's clumsy remarks, Zhang Yu sighed softly, and said: "I originally wanted to persuade you, after all, Ruirui is very satisfied with you, you can stay in the palace. But , I see that your eyes are firm, and you probably won't listen to my dissuasion, so I won't say any more, it's just..."

Zhang Yu glanced over Bitao's swollen eyes, "You must have other reasons for leaving the palace."

Yes, but it has nothing to do with the people in the palace. Why does everyone think she has been wronged by the sky?

Seeing that Bitao didn't answer, Zhang Yu didn't ask any more questions, and took a jade bracelet from her wrist. It was clear and bright, with a warm color, and then she put the jade bracelet into the little girl's hands, saying that it was a farewell gift, although it was not a How expensive, anyway, is a piece of mind.

Bi Tao didn't refuse anymore, thanked her, and carefully put away the jade bracelet.

Next came Zhang Rui, the young lady she had been serving.

Zhang Rui is usually not in the room. When she is not quiet for a moment, she will be lost if she is not careful. Basically, she is wandering outside. If she is in the mansion, it means that it is getting late, or there is another reason .

She is practicing martial arts.

This young lady is active and restless, but she has been able to practice those boring moves for ten years, and sharpen the water gun passed down from her father's generation. The surging tide when the tide ebbs and flows.

The sound of the wind came, and the sound of thunder rang in her ears, blowing her long hair at the temples, Bi Tao was so nervous that she didn't even dare to move.

The squirt gun landed a few inches away from her face. Once the driver stopped moving, it returned to its original appearance, silent and quiet, as if it came alive only when it was waved. Died again.Beads of sweat were still hanging on Zhang Rui's face, but she didn't care, like a child who succeeded in playing a prank, couldn't help laughing twice, took a step back, turned her wrist over, and stretched.The gun jumped in her palm, and then she pressed it down again, pointing the tip of the gun obliquely at the ground.

"Why are you so nervous? I won't really hurt you." She said, freeing up a hand to wipe the drops of sweat hanging from her chin. As usual, "Is there anything you can do for me? Is it my father? Or my sister?"

"Miss, I have decided to leave the palace." Bi Tao was most worried about Zhang Rui in front of her, and even her voice slowed down a lot, explaining, "I have thought about it for a long time, but I still want to go back to my hometown and open a restaurant. Teahouse, spend your days leisurely."

General Zhang Rui.The gun was placed on the wooden stand. Hearing this, he showed a little surprised expression.

"Is it because of my brother?" It was clearly a question, but her tone was almost certain, she gritted her teeth, and choked out every word from between her teeth, resentful and regretful, "He really did something to you that day. What's the matter?"

Bi Tao heard what she meant, took a breath, and thought back, those people looked at her like this before, no wonder they asked her if she was bullied in the palace - but she wasn't there at all these two days palace.

When?She couldn't figure it out, and vaguely felt that during the time she was not in the palace, it seemed that another person had replaced her.

Could it be that cold-faced and taciturn young man?Is this why the group behind Si kidnapped her?

"No, Young Miss, you're overthinking. Eldest Young Master has never done anything to me." She quickly explained.

Zhang Rui naturally didn't believe it, and how he questioned and stalked him in every possible way after that, I won't go into details for the time being.

When I saw the young master Zhang Qi, the sky was already dark, Bi Tao finally got away from Zhang Rui, exhausted, sleepy and tired, thinking that this was the last thing to do, so she forced herself to fight Spirit, whispered a few words in front of the chess pavilion.

The people inside responded quickly, with a gentle tone and a slight ending, and asked her to come in directly.

I don't know if it was because of the influence of several other people that even Bitao herself became suspicious.

She cursed herself inwardly, took a deep breath, opened the long curtains linked by beads, and what came into view was a room piled up with books, soft couch, table case, smoky incense burner, sunspots, whites, The chessboard, and the people on the seat.

Zhang Qi seemed to be playing chess all the time, and Bi Tao didn't even meet him doing other things.

Dressed in crane fur, holding a small heater in her arms, holding a book that is about to be finished, her eyes are focused and serious, her long hair is properly combed back and tied up high, making the ends of her hair look very docile and close to her. On the white jade-like skin on the back of the neck.

There is a strange fragrance in the room, lingering and soft, it is the kind of spice smell that Zhang Qi often has.

Bi Tao bowed her knees and saluted, as she had done countless times before, explaining her reason for coming to the young master in front of her.

Zhang Qi pulled his eyes out of the book the moment she spoke, and smiled lightly after she finished speaking. His health has always been poor, and he is prone to cold in winter, so that smile accompanied him. What followed was a muffled low cough.

He waved down the cup of hot tea that Bi Tao brought over, looked up at her, and said, "Okay, have a good trip."

The tone was normal, no different from before, without any ambiguity, Bi Tao really felt that the other people were thinking too much.

After all, why do they think that Zhang Qi, who is as unpredictable as the wind, will have someone he likes?

Bi Tao put those misguided thoughts aside, she said goodbye to everyone, she felt a little relaxed in her heart, smiled, accepted Zhang Qi's blessing, and said: "May your body also be able to get well soon."

Zhang Qi just shook his head, smiled and said nothing.

When leaving Zhen'e Mansion, Bi Tao suddenly turned her head and looked into the distance.

In the evening, Zhen'e Mansion was gradually shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, coated with a layer of warm light, and then, amidst the crowing of jackdaws, it gradually moved away, becoming a trace, engraving such a scene forever in the In Bitao's memory.