Qinglian Snow Heavy

It's been a long time, because of the emperor's favor, Qin Zhengqing didn't dare to delay, and personally led Qinglian to Chaohua Palace to thank her.

At the beginning of summer, the weather was changeable, and the morning was still warm and pleasant. At this time, Master Qinglian and his disciples left Yuefu, and the wind was blowing, only to find that the sky was covered with thick clouds, as if it was about to rain.

Although the sky was gloomy, Qinglian, who was led by her teacher, did not feel uneasy before. She followed Qin Zhengqing's instructions and carefully paid attention to the way to and from, so as not to get lost in the palace next time.

Qinglian raised her head and looked around, compared to the slender and exquisite Xuanyingju, the palace in front of her was graceful and majestic.As the saying goes, five steps to the first floor, ten steps to a pavilion;Panpanyan, squawking, hive water vortex, I don't know tens of millions of drops.The long bridge is lying on the waves, the clouds are not cloudy and the dragon is flying, the road is empty, the sky is not in the air, the sky is high and low, I don’t know the west and the east.The song stage is warm, the spring is mellow, the dance hall is cold, and the wind and rain are miserable.Within a day, between a house, and the weather is uneven!

Qinglian looked around, showing a feeling of joy. There were many scenes in front of her eyes, and she couldn't take it all in. Qin Zhengqing at the side didn't urge her, and let Qinglian take a closer look all the way. Knowing that this disciple was confined at home since childhood, it must I have never seen many places, and I feel pity and love in my heart.

The sky became more and more gloomy, the wind blew across the Ting Lake, the water wrinkled and the flowers trembled, the soft willow silk scattered the broken hair on Qinglian's forehead, strands of blue silk fluttered with the rain and wind, Qinglian hurriedly tucked the loose hair behind her ears , but reluctant to let go of the fresh green willow in my hand.Qin Zhengqing looked at the thin white-clothed figure in the wind in front of him, his heart throbbed for a while, the plain and clean person seemed to be familiar in a trance, a familiar but inexplicable feeling of pity emerged spontaneously.

Shallow water

Due to Qin Zhengqing's absent-mindedness and pampering, coupled with the magnificent and grand palace, Qinglian's master and apprentice stopped and walked along the way for about an hour, and it was almost noon when they arrived in front of Chaohua Hall. Because Qin Zhengqing and Jiarui were not in harmony in the past, so after a few careful instructions, Qinglian was led by the emperor's eunuch, and Qin Zhengqing stopped in front of the palace and did not see her off again.

Thick clouds rolled, rain and wind blew, the sky was dark, suddenly there was a muffled thunder, rolling in from far to near, Qin Zhengqing, who was leaving, was startled, turned around, and saw only the corners of Qinglian's fluttering white shirt Disappearing at the end of the long steps, a heavy closing sound was heard in a short while, blocking the faint music mixed with the wind and thunder within the palace gate.Another thunderclap sounded, and the rain was getting thicker. Qin Zhengqing didn't delay any longer and left quickly, but his heart became more and more uneasy.

Qinglian kept her head down, nervously but a little excitedly brought into the Chaohua Palace, kneeling and waiting for the king to summon her.Unlike the thunder and cold wind outside the hall, the main hall of Chaohua was full of wine and singing, and the candles were in the air, and there was a lazy and decadent warmth in the air.

Since the empress dowager's phoenix body has been out of harmony these few days, she is recuperating in Chenxi Palace and rarely sees her ministers. The original emperor's morning and evening peace has changed to a little greeting and not to disturb, so Jiarui is also happy to dodge. The palace is full of wind, flowers, snow and moon.

Due to the turmoil in the previous dynasty, the number of court musicians in the palace has dropped sharply, and they no longer recruit musicians. Therefore, performing music next to the emperor is the eunuchs who serve daily. In order to please the king, the skills of those eunuchs are also She is proficient, but her heart is not right, the songs she played are actually some flashy sounds, Qinglian is not used to hearing them, she can't help frowning, and shook her head slightly.

Jiarui was drunk at this time, half-drunk eyes were looking at the luminous cup handed over by the personal eunuch Wu De, slowly sipping the fine wine in the cup, and a soft voice sounded in his ear, "Your Majesty, the newcomer to Chaohua Palace Musician Tong Qinglian is now here to thank you.”

Wu De also whispered the report close to Jia Rui's ear, but his eyes turned to Qinglian who was kneeling in the distance, with disgust on his face.As the emperor's ever-favored valet, Wu De can be regarded as a man in the palace. Needless to say, he has good looks and means, and he also considers himself to be the best in music and art, and he is always the best in Chaohua Palace.

Yesterday, when the monarch and his ministers faced each other, and after the layout of the palace and pavilions, Wu De knew that Qinglian had a special place in the emperor's heart. You must know that the Chaohua Palace hadn't used a court musician for nearly ten years, so now Qinglian is like a stalk The thorn in Wu De's heart, Qinglian's expression and behavior just now seemed to be contemptuous in Wu De's eyes, which made him extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't help mocking in his heart, didn't he always serve others with skills, and he still regarded himself as a famous man? ?Judging by his appearance, he must not be innocent.

"Oh, tell him to kneel closer, I'll look carefully," Jia Rui ordered with drunken eyes, watching Qinglian knelt down in front of her seat being rubbed by Wu De.The scars on Qinglian's body from her father's beating a few days ago have not yet healed, and she walked a long way into the palace, and her heart was extremely nervous. She knelt in the palace until now, and she couldn't bear it any longer. She forced herself to kneel on Jiarui In front of the seat, he bent down and knelt down, looking down at the yellow robe and dragon boots in front of him.

The music in Chaohua Palace was still noisy, but Qinglian turned a deaf ear to it at this time, and only heard the sound of her own heartbeat. The emperor in front of him suddenly bent down, and his broad palm held Qinglian's thin jaw. Undisguised in front of the king.

"Yo, she's still a beauty, tell me what's her name, what do you know? Well, why don't you sing a song first to relieve boredom?" Jiarui teased Qinglian while grabbing Qinglian's chin, as if she didn't know Qinglian. .Qinglian looked in horror at the drunken and drunken emperor in front of her, how could she have the sober appearance who was accompanied by the piano and flute a few days ago, she forgot to speak in a moment of astonishment.

I just felt that Jiarui's pinching hand tightened minute by minute, and Qinglian's jaw ached. Because Jiarui pulled hard, Qinglian's jade hairpin came loose, her long hair drooped down, and her hair accessories scattered on the floor. The sound was quickly drowned in the deep palace hall.

"Tong Qinglian, Your Majesty is asking questions, don't be negligent." Wu De reminded from the side, but it seemed that Qinglian was inadvertently accused of neglecting the king.What she saw had a great impact on Qinglian. It was a fierce and ruthless collision between dreams and reality. What made Rui Jia, who was modest and heroic before, become like this?Qinglian asked a thousand words in her heart, but she didn't know how to speak, her tears flickered.

After being silent for a while, seeing that Qinglian hadn't opened her mouth, Wu De filled the wine glass again and handed it to the king. Jiarui seemed to be drunk, and the hand that received the wine was unsteady, and all the jade nectar poured onto Qinglian's face. Wet the hair, dripped down the cheeks, stained the plain shirt, and the wine glass that was still in the hands of the emperor just now was now shattered.

"Well..." the king on the seat seemed to be eroded by Qinglian's silence, and snorted displeasedly, "I really don't understand the rules, that, uh, Wu De, please teach me!" Jiarui seemed to be Drunk, he leaned over to pick up the jade hairpin that Qinglian had dropped on the ground, leaned back on his throne, and hiccupped.

Qinglian was dragged by Wu De's knees and walked a few steps, and she was dragged to kneel on the place where the jade was broken just now. play.Jia Rui looked at Wu De with a fierce look in his eyes, and his eyes flickered slightly, as if he was not drunk.

hate

The silver grate on the tin's head is broken, and the bloody skirt is stained with wine.Laughter this year and next year, the autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely.Jiarui held the jade hairpin with Qinglian's hair in his hand, and lightly moved his wrist, knocking on the cold throne again and again, as if he was echoing the never-ending melody in the palace, and seemed to be echoing He heard the sound of Wu De's slap on the side.

The summer shirt was thin, and the small pieces pressed against her swollen knees, which made Qinglian very painful, but this was still tolerable, and what made Qinglian unbearable at this time was the humiliation.Eunuch Wu Xin knelt down on Qinglian, stood behind him and gathered Qinglian's loose long hair, and wrapped it around Qinglian's back-cut hands without hesitation. The pulling of her hair forced Qinglian to face her face up. There was no way to dodge, while Wu De stood in front of Qinglian, picked up his palm, bowed left and right, and slapped Qinglian's cheeks mercilessly.

The palm Wu De used for slapping was made of red sandalwood. The wood was solid and thick, more than half an inch thick. Although the sound of the slap on the face was just a dull muffled sound, Qing Lian was already swollen within a short while.Beating people is not slapping the face. Qing Lian, who was brought up by a famous family, is being punished for no reason in front of everyone. Although the injury is not physical, it is decent, and it is the dignity of a gentleman!

Qinglian raised her eyes and involuntarily looked at the silhouette of Jia Rui, who was leaning on the wide throne and singing, and felt that the silhouette seemed a little lonely and desolate.The ruthless hand fell heavily, making Qinglian's mind buzzing, and she couldn't think carefully. At this time, Qinglian was like a swan that was tied up, stretching her neck.Qinglian's cheeks were already swollen and purple, and two streams of blood slipped from the corners of her mouth, mixed with clear and powerless tears. The blood and tears on the jade face were like beautifully drawn lines, running across her jaw, dripping down her jade neck, and flowing into her clothes. Melt into my heart, the hotness of blood, the coldness of tears.

I have seen too much flattery of the powerful and powerful, and the fall of the imperial power, why can't I see such disgusting eyes in those tearful eyes, Qinglian, is there only fear in your eyes? Could it be that I did this? not enough?I had already looked down upon such a puppet and useless emperor's life, put away my blazing hatred, and lived such a romantic and boring life, but why, why did I see you, such long-buried jealousy diffused again, covering my heart a little bit.

Jiarui looked at Qinglian's bloody and tearful face in front of him, and Gu Lianwang's timid eyes were exactly the same, resentment spewed out in his heart, and the jade hairpin in his hand was broken between his fingers.

The sound of breaking the jade hairpin was not loud, but Wu De, who was well versed in the emperor's temperament in front of the throne, had already felt Jiarui's anger at this time, left Qinglian behind, and bowed.