Beauty is also cold

In the courtyard of Qiubaiju, the evening wind blows the bamboo grove, making rustling noises.The clouds in the night sky cover the moon, and the faint starlight is hidden behind the clouds.

A man in beige clothes is alone holding a simple mahogany sword and waving it in the wind.One move and one move, together with one take, are all skillful and just right.The man's eyes were cold, his expression was stunned, and his beautiful face revealed arrogance and loneliness.He is an ordinary person who is being tortured by memories and cannot sleep, his name is Xi Shixiao.

He kept dancing with the wooden sword, closed his eyes gently, and a figure appeared in his mind.

That person's name is Yibai, and he is Xi Shixiao's favorite boy.

When they met for the first time, Xi Shixiao was 17 years old and Yi Bai was only 14 years old.Xi Shixiao took him to the palace and asked him to live in the palace disguised as a man for three years.

During these three years, Yibai lived a life without status, freedom, and special care, but he didn't complain at all.She served Xi Shixiao in peace, danced for him, cooked wine for him, undressed him, and tied his hair. . . . . .

Yibai is a taciturn person, he doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't like to communicate with others. He just quietly does what he should do, neither sad nor happy.However, one day suddenly, he proposed to Xi Shixiao that he wanted to learn swordsmanship. Although Xi Shixiao was puzzled, he agreed and taught him how to practice swordsmanship.

Holding that mahogany sword, he made another request after less than a month of learning: leaving the palace.Xi Shixiao was furious, and made him give up his heart, and he would not let him go.But he begged hard, knelt in the courtyard all night, got cold and fell ill in bed.

After he recovered from his illness, he never mentioned the matter of leaving the palace again, and lived as usual.However, Xi Shixiao understands that Yibai has changed, his heart is not in the palace, not in Qiubaiju, nor in Xi Shixiao. . . . . .He has never refused Xi Shixiao's request, but now he is more like an empty shell.Even in Xi Shixiao's arms, he was still so depressed that he didn't want to sleep, and even cried secretly at night.

Xi Shixiao saw all of this, but he was unwilling to let Yibai leave after all.He knew that Yi Bai had never loved him, but had always succumbed to his imperial prestige.But no matter what the reason is, he wants to monopolize Yibai, even if it is a heartless body.He wanted him to be with him forever, never to leave.

But what was supposed to happen happened.Yibai finally betrayed him and had an affair with the servant girl. After the incident, he was willing to die for that servant girl.

Xi Shixiao held back the pain in his heart and said to him: "You just need to say that you were wronged, that you didn't do it voluntarily, as long as you... beg me for mercy, I won't pursue it..."

"Yibai is willing to die, please don't blame others." He was heartbroken, he didn't want to live another day, and he didn't want to stay by his side for another moment.

In an instant, Xi Shixiao's heart froze, and the icy cold knife pierced his heart, making him in agony.He didn't understand why Yibai would rather die than stay by his side.

So, the furious emperor put Yibai in the cell and obeyed.

A few days later, Yibai lit the straw in the cell with a candle and committed suicide.

Without any last words, without any concern, he completely escaped from the bondage that Xi Shixiao imposed on him.He no longer has to dress up as a man, and he no longer needs to serve someone he doesn't love.He was free, but Xi Shixiao lived forever in the cage of memories, unable to break free.

The night wind was getting cooler, and the light rain was falling, but the sleepless man was still standing beside the bamboo forest, and the wooden sword fell to the ground.Xi Shixiao raised his head and let the rain fall on his face. The cool rain permeated through his skin, chilling his heart.

Three years ago, Yibai's graceful and moving dance moves him deeply.At that time, Xi Shixiao was just a prince traveling in low clothes, his indifferent heart was suddenly intruded by this geisha disguised as a woman.So, he stepped forward, lightly rested Yibai's chin with his hand, looked into his clear and innocent eyes and said, "Beauty, are you willing to serve me?"

Yibai bowed his head silently and did not answer.Of course, Xi Shixiao did not let him go like this, he ignored everyone's opposition and brought Yibai into the palace.Although the queen mother didn't stop her at the time, she made a request: Yibai can't show people in men's clothing, and can't have any status.

Xi Shixiao reluctantly complied, but Yibai still had no dissatisfaction.Live silently in the palace, and silently accompany Xi Shixiao until he succeeds to the throne, until he becomes a concubine, until they get rid of childishness and step into maturity. . .

The growth of age has made the former boy grow into a man. Although Xi Shixiao still feels right and wrong in his heart, but the invisible responsibility and great trust prevent him from simply being with him and protecting him like before.In Xi Shixiao's heart, the weight of the country and the country is getting heavier and heavier, and the children's personal relationship can only be put aside.

He thought that Yibai could understand, understand, and accompany him silently like before, but he was wrong.In the past three years, he has changed a lot, and Yibai is not the young boy he used to be.

With rain all over his body, Xi Shixiao walked into the room.He wiped the rainwater off the wooden sword carefully, and hung it lightly on the wall.He walked into the bedside of the house, and a beautiful man was sleeping on the bed, soundless, without sadness or joy.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the man, with soft black hair and a face like white jade and agar, as if he would wake up the next moment.

"If a person who is very important to you leaves suddenly and won't come back, then, should you be grateful for his presence, or should you hate him for leaving cruelly?" Xi Shixiao asked the man on the bed.

The man was still asleep and did not answer.

Compared with those who have passed away, the pain of the living is deeper, because every day of living repeats the grief of yesterday, there is no end, and there is no escape.Just like the trees in the autumn wind, although they are reluctant to let go of their leaves, they can only helplessly watch them drift away, leaving themselves alone to meet the severe cold of winter.