Qinglian Snow Heavy

, Jiarui's plain white robe was completely soaked by the cold autumn rain, and it was tightly attached to her body, and the hem was covered with dust, making her miserable.

Kneeling on the circular mound altar, Jia Rui dragged his somewhat stiff body and bowed three heads respectfully to the sky again, then knelt silently in the rain.Facing the sky and the earth, the ancestral temple and the country, Jiarui sincerely repented of his heart, praying for his own faults, for the faults of Emperor Ziye, for all the disaster-stricken people in the world, and pleading guilty for the suffering country.I hope that the gods will bring blessings and save the world from all the sufferings, even if it is only one person who is guilty.

However, the sky did not go as Jiarui wished, and the autumn rain kept falling steadily.Just now when he knelt and kowtowed, he didn't feel it, but now that Jia Rui was kneeling quietly, he just felt the rain running down his neck and the chill that penetrated his skin was a bit unbearable.The forehead that was still hot and stinging now became cold for a while, and the redness and swelling turned into a purple color, which showed the sincerity of the emperor.

Time flows quietly, and it is impossible to tell whether it is fast or slow in the autumn rain that has not changed at all.As an emperor, Jiarui shoulders the heavy responsibility of a country, and it is impossible to kneel here all day to pray to the sky, so Jiarui set for himself that within ten days, he would come to pray to the sky at noon, when the righteousness of the world is the most powerful. The gods apologize.

Although I only knelt for less than two hours, after all, I was drenched by the cold rain until now, and the three kneeling and nine kowtowing rituals that I came all the way before were also a lot of effort, so before the time came, Tong Jingyu stepped forward and stood Under the altar whispered to remind Jia Rui to go back to the palace.

Jia Rui raised his stiff neck and looked up, seeing the raindrops falling in the gray sky, his eyes were a little lost, it really was a serious sin, how could these things be blessed by the gods.Jia Rui wanted to stand up, but the cold air penetrating into his knees made him feel a sharp pain as soon as he left the ground, making him a little unstable.Jia Rui staggered and almost fell.

After stabilizing his body, Jia Rui waved to Tong Jingyu who was about to help, and stood up by himself.Jia Rui straightened her back, although her whole body was covered in mess, wet and unclean from the rain, she still couldn't hide her majestic and dignified air, and Tong Jingyu followed behind him just like when she came here.Jiarui walked out of the forest garden step by step with his body supported, because he knew that the people of Yin Kingdom had never abandoned him, and the people still silently prayed for blessings for their family and accompanied them. hope.

难消

Buti stood cautiously outside the door of the Lantai music room, listening to the intermittent music coming from the room.Thinking that it has been six days since I was recruited from Huofang to Lantai, Buti never thought that I, who survived by framing and murdering others, would one day escape from the sea of ​​suffering, and Buti never thought that I would be able to enter the palace one day Lantai, the most noble and luxurious place in the world, returned to that person's side.

After serving Qinglian, Buti realized how kind the master was to him, and the suffering he suffered was far less than that of Qinglian. Therefore, when he heard the broken music outside the music room, Buti's heart ached. I am deeply ashamed.Standing a little tired, Buti moved a little and leaned against the railing to rest. After all, one leg was broken, and there was always some dull pain after standing for a long time.A little bit lazy, Buti knew that Qinglian would not blame her, because her kind master never let herself wait outside.

Despite this, Buti still persisted in standing outside the door, because he couldn't bear the heart of his master Qinglian to faint in the music room alone and not be discovered until dawn.It is also because Buti knows that maybe like Qinglian, the little concern he has now is as precious as Qinglian gave back then, how precious it is in the cold deep palace.And from the day when she saw Qinglian again, Buti no longer regretted it, because this was the only thing she could do while repenting for the crime she had committed.Buti knew that his master was just as pitiful as himself, that he was lonely and had no one to love him, and the old prisoner Wang Li never cared about a word, and let others fend for themselves.

For framing Qinglian at the beginning, Buti has always felt guilty. Although Wang Lian kept his promise and spared his life after the confrontation in Ning's study room that day, he was sent to the dark fire room.Even so, Buti still heard the rumors about Qinglian seducing the emperor.What evildoers, what natural disasters, in fact, it really seems to be nothing more than a pack of strong acacia powder mixed in medicinal juice, nothing more.

But Buti didn't dare to tell Qinglian, because he was as ordinary as he was, and he was still afraid of Wang Lian's most severe threats and warnings, so the only thing he could do now was to cherish the opportunity to meet again and try his best to protect his Qinglian. Master Lian.The rhyme was interrupted again, followed by a heart-piercing panting and coughing, but it didn't sound again after a long time. Buti held his breath to distinguish whether there was the sound of Qinglian falling in the room.

Buti just guarded outside the house with high vigilance, because he didn't want to go in and look directly at Qinglian's pain.How could Buti not have heard Qinglian's heavenly music when they were together for a month, but now it is fragmented and incomparable.Today is the sound of the flute, yesterday was the sound of the flute, and the day before yesterday was the sound of the pipa... But no matter what the instrument is, Buti can only hear intermittent fragments. ?

Although Buti is young, she thinks deeply. When Qinglian's fingertips stroking the qin couldn't stop trembling, and when she couldn't lift her hand holding the flute, Qinglian hated herself at that moment, as if she had been crushed by fate overnight. How sad it would be if someone saw such a frustration of taking away the only thing in my life.Music is already a part of Qinglian's life, just like Yan Lan back then. After knowing all the past, Qinglian can no longer accept or forgive herself, and let the music she used to deceive her from beginning to end. It's not worth it to lose someone!

Qinglian was holding a flute in her hand, but she was leaning against the shelf and slowly slipping down, finally she was in that posture of hugging her knees again.Qinglian's old wounded left shoulder was pierced by a sharp weapon. Although all the rare medicinal materials in the world were exhausted, the shoulder blade that had been nailed to the bone could no longer bear the force.Every time Qinglian raised her left hand, it was like a steel needle piercing deep into the flesh. Even the flute could not support it lightly, but it fell to the ground after a few notes.

Qinglian felt very sad, the musical skills she was once proud of were gone forever, from now on, who will remember her own voice.Qinglian held the flute close to her face, feeling Jiazhu's youthful astringency, there must have been a time when Yan Lan couldn't hold the flute.Two copies of the same loneliness and suffering are being imposed on Qinglian at this moment, and Lin Suyue was there to share Yan Lan's worries back then, but now Qinglian is alone.

Since that day when Tong Jingyu brought Buti, she has not appeared again. At that time, he asked Qinglian if she wanted to go home. Qinglian was silent for a while, but now that Qinglian really wanted to go back, Tong Jingyu never appeared again. Lantai.Qinglian thought of Tong Jingyu saying that Jiarui wanted to set him free, but now she was still imprisoned in Lantai, she couldn't help but sneered, she was still deceiving.

Qin Zhengqing came here to see it, but how could Qinglian who is so self-pitying and self-harming be willing to meet her?In fact, it's not that she doesn't want to, but that she doesn't dare. Qinglian felt that she had done such a dishonorable thing, how could she have the face to see Mr. Qin who taught her so earnestly in the past.Therefore, Qin Zhengqing, who finally came to Lantai, was blocked by Wang Li. After all, Qinglian was born in Yuefu, and now Qin Zhengqing is also guilty in the court.

Qinglian already knew Yan Lan and her blood relatives in her heart, but at this moment, Qinglian missed Tong Yi very much. Grandpa died, and her father must be very sad. Qinglian buried her head in her knees.As long as she thinks that Tong Siming was persecuted to death because of her, Qinglian's heart aches and regrets and she wishes to kill herself.But Qinglian didn't dare to commit suicide again, because Tong Jingyu told him that if she died, the emperor would bury her with the entire Tong family.

Such intimidation is really a bad policy, although Jiarui is out of protection for Qinglian, but such a lie is like a sharp iron hook, hooking the hatred from the depths of the soul, making it impossible for Qinglian to hide.From loss of heart to loss of body and back to loss of heart, Qinglian has always been hesitant about Jiarui's feelings. Even if she inherited the memory of Yan Lan's previous life, Qinglian could not resist Jiarui's turbulent love.

Maybe in the past, Qinglian couldn't accept the love of a man, but when he knew the love between Zi Ye and Yan Lan back then, they couldn't love each other, but were deterred by pity, so that their feelings were diametrically opposed, life and death separated.In the fraternity of the world, there may be a love that can transcend gender, age, race, and time and space.Qinglian hated Zi Ye, hated him for torturing Yan Lan so much for that unworthy love.

But when Qinglian was heartbroken and confused, she experienced over and over again that Yan Lan admired and longed for love but was struggling to suppress it, while Ziye pressed on and tortured her step by step.But Qinglian was moved by the sad feelings between the two, because no matter which party loves with his whole life, even death is not hesitating.Yan Lan was in so much pain but chose to be by Zi Ye's side. He hoped to use himself to relieve Zi Ye's hostility from years of fighting, but finally died in Yin Country; and Zi Ye never hid even if it was torture. Overwhelmed by his own love, forced to the end, he still respected Yan Lan's decision, indulged enough to keep Lin Suyue in Lantai, just because Yan Lan was happy.

It is precisely because of these that Qinglian cannot forgive Jiarui at this time.Qinglian's mind is exquisite and clear, and many things are connected together to understand a lot.Why did Jia Rui order him to enter the palace to be a musician, why did he humiliate himself, why did he use the Tong family, and why did he force him to die now?