"Painting the Heart as a Cage" Jiuzhou Haimuyunji Emperor and Empress colleagues

It rained for two whole days and finally stopped.

Since the soul-stirring chaos a month ago, the Qiyuan Palace has been peaceful, even so peaceful... a bit weird.

Wu Ruyi was ordered to stay outside the hall, unless summoned, she was not allowed to enter.As time passed, I once turned my head to look at the silence behind me, wondering if the person behind the closed carved wooden door was safe?But when she thought of the imprisoned queen, Wu Ruyi turned her head silently again, and sighed heavily towards the dark sky after the rain.

A wisp of white mist exhaled from the mouth and dissipated in the air.

That person made a decree that no one in the imperial city should mention the empress's pregnancy any more, as if nothing had happened, otherwise the death penalty would be inevitable. own children.It's strange to say that that person privately never stopped the people of Hanzhang Hall from rushing all over the city for the sake of his son's happiness.

Wu Ruyi felt more and more that she couldn't see the person's sincerity, but she knew it well - the empress was pitiful, and that person was also pitiful.

In the hall, Mu Yunqin is painting the painting with concentration, as if there is no one else in the world.

Since he no longer cares about government affairs, he has a lot of free time to do what he wants to do - if the sky is sunny, he can enjoy riding horses outdoors;From time to time, if Sheng'er came to visit, the father and son would drink tea in front of the table, study calligraphy and painting or gossip about family affairs together.

A stroke of wolf hair was stained with the paint at hand, and he bent down to decorate the begonia in the painting with spots of red.

He thought to himself: nothing happened.

This is how he has been living these days, and he has been telling himself this way.He rides horses, he draws pictures, and Sheng'er pretends to be calm - as long as you don't mention that matter, you won't remember it again!When he thought of this, he felt uneasy for a while, and his heart was restless, and the paintbrush dipped in paint vigorously waved on the paper.

Resentment, love and hatred, since that day, he has realized that something deep in his heart is about to move and is recovering vigorously...but he can't, he can't, he refuses to admit it!

The moment when the Tsujime sword pierced the silver face is still vivid in my mind, and the love to destruction is still aching in my heart, how can he be distracted?How can he let himself go?

Until he finally saw clearly what he had drawn in those seemingly unintentional artistic conceptions——

Outside the former residence of Qinyi Pavilion, it was snowing all over the sky.In the snow, crabapple flowers are extremely cold-resistant and bloom just right.The red spots in white are especially eye-catching.

All these little things made him suddenly think of, the flower in the snow, a small figure that no longer existed... He suddenly let out a muffled groan, and threw away the brush in his hand, but he couldn't shake off his sentimental and discontented heart at the moment!

The drizzle outside the window has subsided, but the torrential rain never stops in my heart.

That day when I exposed the truth with her, I realized that if I lied to myself, I couldn't go on.Unexpectedly, the person who is still immersed in this morbid game and cannot extricate himself is actually himself!

He can't go on like this... Absolutely not!

He called Wu Ruyi loudly.

Just as he knelt down and bowed, he heard the emperor ask him, "The waiter who delivered the medicine, did you go to the queen's place today?"

"Go back to Your Majesty, I haven't been there yet." Wu Ruyi replied truthfully.He raised his head quietly, but saw that person staring at his imperial painting, not knowing why.

"Be ruthless, don't worry about others..." He closed his eyes, and the words came from his heart.

"His Majesty?"

"Wu Ruyi, you go to the Imperial Hospital." When he opened his eyes again, words flowed from his mouth, "I'm going to Hanzhang Palace."

Is he deeply involved in the game or can't tell the truth from the fake?Why not let go, why not sober?Is the tactic of tit for tat a trick or revenge?

He is actually as clear as a mirror, but he himself will never allow it.

When the words "Your Majesty has arrived" suddenly sounded, the silver needle in Nan Ku Mingyi's hand was stabbing herself.

Frowning tightly, she saw blood dripping from her index finger.She shook her hands, not paying attention, and hurriedly hid the plain clothes she made for the baby in her hands, still worrying that the clothes would be stained with blood...

"Miss!" Ah Shan hurried over and helped her up on the cushion, who was trembling in a hurry, "Miss, don't panic..."

"Ashan, what are you doing down here?"

She asked in shock, seeing Ah Shan was speechless, knowing that the emperor's arrival was definitely not a good thing.When she came back to her senses again, Mu Yunqin had already come in front of her. She knelt down and saluted with all the palace people, restraining the panic in her heart.

As soon as he waved his hand, everyone fell flat.

He caught a glimpse of her round belly at a glance, and was surprised in his heart, but he hadn't seen her for a long time, and the child was already much older.But he quickly looked away, worried that his compassion would ruin everything.

And he must not allow himself to be more merciful.

"What's the purpose of your Majesty's sudden drive to Hanzhang Palace?" She deliberately covered her belly and asked respectfully first.

He ignored her question, and only asked Wu Ruyi to bring a bowl of soup and medicine.I don't want to, but this move touched her nerves——

"Mu Yunqin!" The scene in front of her seemed to be similar, she couldn't help losing her demeanor, she was extremely terrified, "Could it be that you are so impatient, today, you personally delivered the miscarriage medicine!"

But he frowns coldly, and breaks free word by word, "It's An-fetal-medicine."

His eyes were stern, cold all over her.

"Antibiotics?" She looked at him in shock, her eyes bright with disbelief.

"Don't believe me?" he asked back.

Seeing her suspicious face, Mu Yunqin glanced at her indifferently, then turned and left.

"Your Majesty!" As soon as he turned around, Wu Ruyi slammed down on his knees, calming the two of them anxiously.He hurriedly turned his head to look at Nanku Mingyi, and said with sincerity, "Queen, your majesty ordered a slave to go to the imperial hospital to get this anti-fetal medicine in person, and came here to visit her. Your majesty must not waste your painstaking efforts..."

Suspicion arose again and again, but the servant's words still wafted into her ears clearly.She looked at the back of him who was about to leave, and her mind was extremely complicated.

"Your Majesty... really came here to visit my concubine on purpose?" She asked dully, but only heard the sound of her own rapid pulse in her ear.

I saw that the person facing away from him was still motionless, probably because he was really out of breath.She was a little anxious all of a sudden, not knowing what to do, she just knelt down and saluted to show her weakness.

"The concubine presumptuously speculates on His Majesty's intentions. It is the concubine's fault. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me!"

Mu Yunqin took a deep breath, pursed the corners of his mouth and raised an inconspicuous sneer, knowing that he was just acting up to win trust.

He hid every emotion on his face, turned around as if nothing had happened, and took away the medicine bowl from Wu Ruyi's plate.He approached her step by step, while she was still worried that he would have an attack—his other hand had already held her hand to make her stand up, and he aggressively pulled her into the inner hall, away from all the excessive speculation and chest The dumbfounded face...

He made her sit on the edge of the bed, and sat down beside her facing her.

Face to face, tacit understanding.

He stirred the soup and medicine in the bowl, and his mind was also stirred into a ball.The flowing black seemed to reflect the bottomless darkness in his heart at the moment.

He took a mouthful of the decoction, gently blew away the hot mist that condensed on it, and sent it towards her mouth.But she looked at his behavior in confusion and didn't drink it.

"Didn't the imperial doctor say that your body is weak, and it is necessary to make up for the deficiency?" He asked indifferently and distantly, "Why don't you drink?"

"How could Your Majesty know about the diagnosis and treatment of the imperial physician?" She still couldn't let go of her guard, but her eyes were gentle and jade-like, "Could it be that Your Majesty is asking for it?"

That glance seemed to crash into his heart!

A throbbing passed through the atrium, he was a little impatient, he shook off redundant thoughts, and urged her to drink the medicine he personally fed first.She hesitated for a while, and finally stepped forward slowly, and drank the anti-fetal medicine he fed in one gulp.

The interaction between the two is indeed a little bit awkward and there is no tacit understanding at all, but they have forgotten that this is exactly how the two of them fell in love when they were young, clumsy but sweet.

After feeding her and obediently drinking two more sips, he finally felt at ease... and finally became a demon.

After that, she stopped him softly, and said gracefully, "Your Majesty, I haven't answered the question I asked just now..."

He remembered the question just now, and answered casually, "Is it my child after all, I also want to know whether it can survive or not."

"What does His Majesty mean by this?"

"I want to see, should I wait for it to leave by itself, or..." When he confided the last few words, he gave her a cold look, "Wait for you to do it yourself."

He pretended to be disgusted, but she knew that he was just bluffing.

"Then His Majesty's actions today, with great care, are you deciding to have a child?"

With a provocative voice, he immediately glared at him, but he was greeted with a pair of clear eyes, as agile as water before.

He tried his best to suppress the throbbing in his heart like a flood - he was annoyed by the captivating eyes of the woman in front of him again, again and again!

He stared at her gloomily as a warning, "While I'm in a good mood today, you better not ask about some things!"

"The concubine obeys the order." She lowered her eyes obediently and gestured, knowingly not to touch his bottom line.

If it is at this moment, I will not tell the truth, I would rather deceive myself and others, and I will both fulfill the beauty of the moment.

This is the game they played in the past - a game that made them both deeply involved and unwilling to wake up, thinking that as long as they change their identities, they can love without hesitation!

But she didn't know the purpose of Mu Yunqin's trip, and it was impossible for her to know that he was full of scheming and crazy every step of the way.She only knew that maybe in his heart, there really was a place for her Nanku Mingyi—whether it was hate or love, as long as she stopped, she would be satisfied.

In fact, she didn't want much, but he never understood.

"Your Majesty..." She spoke carefully without any hesitation, "Do you still remember Yinger?"

His hand, which was stirring the soup, suddenly stopped for a while.

Her sudden question was like a sharp axe, splitting his already tangled heart in two!

"Ying'er is Your Majesty's first child, and also the first child born to His Majesty by a concubine. Therefore, after His Majesty succeeded to the throne, he posthumously named her 'Princess Qinyuan'." Seeing that he did not make a sound, she Selfishly recalling, for a while, she often smiled, "Ying'er was born smart and cute, especially as her name suggests, her skin is as fair as snow. His Majesty always loved to hug her and call her a glutinous rice dumpling."

Ying'er...how could he not remember his Ying'er?

His first child was born on a snowy morning.At that time, the crabapple flowers outside the Qinyi Pavilion were in full bloom—it was a good time, and it meant "flying flowers sprinkle the trees in the garden, condensing the wells and springs", so the newborn daughter was named "Mu Yunying".

At that time, he was only the young and unrestrained third prince of Emperor Yi, but the joy and excitement of becoming a father for the first time is still unforgettable to him.Even though he had Han'er and Lu'er one after another later, he had more sons and daughters after ascension to the throne of God, and Yin Rong gave birth to his favorite Sheng'er—but the word "father" became the first in his consciousness. The one that became clear and meaningful for the first time was him and her Yinger...

"It's a pity that in the deep winter of that year, she clamored to go to the yard to admire the winter snow begonias, so she contracted a cold illness. She was ill in bed for more than a month, and it was just spring, and finally fell in the arms of you and me. She passed away here..." She looked into the distance with dim eyes, as if the pictures from the past were in front of her eyes, "At that time, she was only five years old."

Speaking of this, warmth lingers in the fundus of the eyes.She looked at Mu Yunqin, and found that he was just looking up, and his bright eyes were turning slightly.

Both he and Ying'er have the same bright eyes.

"I don't know why, Yinger never appears in Mingyi's dream. I don't know if she is blaming me as a mother for not being able to accompany her for a long time." Missing Qianqian, "But that day I waited outside the palace for a long time, just to tell His Majesty that Yinger finally came to the dream. What a beautiful dream it was..."

He catered to her eyes, recalling his face—he watched her weeping sadly, complaining why he didn't ask what kind of dream it was; he watched her turn around weakly, and fainted in his deep arms...

"Your Majesty thinks, did Ying'er dream about that day and wanted to tell my concubine that she was pregnant with her younger sibling?" She finally burst into tears, unable to restrain the endless pain in her heart, "Have you ever missed her? Give birth to a little princess, okay?"

He looked at her, and whispered "Thanks for your hard work" in her ear after giving birth; he looked at her, and told Yinger under the crabapple tree that it was mother's favorite flower...

He lowered his eyes slowly, looking at the half-bowl of anti-natal medicine in his hand, at the black soup, and at himself reflected in the bowl——

Who is that?who is he?What is reflected in the bowl is a beast, a demon!

"Your Majesty..." She looked at Mu Yunqin who was motionless in front of her eyes, feeling even more sad.

His eyes were hollow but burning, smudged with a rich dark brown.The porcelain bowl in his hand trembled from being squeezed, and the joints of his hands were white from the tightness.

"Ming Yi will give birth to a little princess like Ying Er for His Majesty, okay?"

He finally raised his head and followed her scorching light source.Those eyes that always hold his heart tightly are full of burning anticipation, endless love and nostalgia!

He started to feel pain in his heart when he saw it, and he couldn't bear it...

Unbearable, is the most dangerous emotion in the world, and it is also the last thing he can touch at this moment——

"Nan Ku Mingyi, stop trying to win my sympathy!" He suddenly spoke out, "Are you trying to take advantage of Yinger's meaning to me, Baomu Yunhege or the evil in your belly!"

After all, he still couldn't bear it, and threw the medicine bowl to the ground vigorously.The porcelain bowl shattered in response, shattering her thoughts, and shattering his whole city!

She didn't know which reverse scale she touched, which made him so angry, "Your Majesty misunderstood, Mingyi really wanted to do it for His Majesty—"

"Ying'er has passed away, it's my pain!" He pointed at her, furious, not wanting to be riddled with holes, "If you dare to mention the word 'Ying'er' again, I will definitely let you die Two corpses!"

After finishing speaking, he hurried away, and the dust and smoke around the hall continued for a long time.

She stared at the fragments on the ground, suddenly felt inexplicable and helpless, she had tasted all the pain but her eyes could only shed tears.She never understood why he came and went like the wind, as if he had never been here before, but why he left her alone with endless pain from the beginning to the end?

But when he stepped out of Hanzhang Hall, his pace was so fast that the palace guards behind him couldn't keep up.

He was actually on the run, wanting to escape from this palace, escape from the cage that locked him and her, and escape from all the memories about Ying Er!

——"Mingyi, it's hard work, you gave birth to a small glutinous rice dumpling for me..."

——"'Feihua sprinkles the garden tree, condenses Ying to form the well spring'...Ming Yi, how about naming our daughter 'Ying'? 』

——"The begonias in the winter snow are still in full bloom, very beautiful!Mingyi, I’m going to take Xiaotuanzi to the yard to enjoy the flowers, she’s been yelling all the time...』

——"I was the one who carried Ying'er to the yard...Ming Yi, it was I who killed her..."

——"Mingyi, it's snowing again... Tell me, are there crabapples blooming in Ying'er's place?" 』

Mingyi, Mingyi, Mingyi!All the memories of Ying Er in my mind are full of bright appearances!

He couldn't help the tears in the corners of his eyes, he couldn't bear the throbbing pain in his heart, the oncoming wind swept across his temples, cutting his heart more and more with each knife!

Feng Lin Xiaoxiao, regret lingering.

He rushed forward, unable to distinguish the direction or where to go, he could only run endlessly!

Until he saw the person with his back standing in his way——

Mu Yunsheng turned his head slowly, and gave him a charming smile, the cold light in his eyes seemed to see through everything about him.