Qinglian Snow Heavy

The familiar temperature, the fragrant smell lingering close at hand, Jiarui subconsciously hugged Qinglian tightly, but Qinglian couldn't calm down, struggling while panting and coughing, crying intermittently: "Let go of me! I hate you!" You! Mother! Grandpa! Brother Yu! Father!", shouting all the names except Jia Rui.Jia Rui was heartbroken for a while, and slowly let go of her hand, silently watching Qinglian whose cheeks were blushing.

Qinglian struggled out of her embrace, but was unable to stand up. The running just now almost exhausted all of Qinglian's energy, so she still leaned on Jiarui's arm, grasping his sleeve and panting slowly.Due to suffocation, Qinglian appeared delirium and morbid state, and she was a little confused. When Qinglian gradually calmed down, she began to stare blankly into Jiarui's eyes.The eyes are very familiar, but I can't remember them at the moment. They are as dazzling as obsidian and restrained, but they can't hide the sadness buried in the depths. Just like before, such sad eyes.

Qinglian's eyes were a little wet and ignorant. Jiarui couldn't bear to disturb the dream of the person in his arms, so he just quietly let Qinglian lean on her, without saying or asking anything, until the temperature in Qinglian's eyes gradually dropped. to freezing.Slowly regaining consciousness, the first sentence Qinglian remembered was Buti's cry just now, "It was I who put aphrodisiac in your medicine that night..."

Although she knew the truth, Qinglian felt a chill in her heart, and she still couldn't be relieved. What does the truth mean to her now?I can't go back, even if Qinglian no longer complains about herself, but the love that was born because of the love affair she did because of the framed marriage, which is similar to being forced by fate, has now been replaced by deception and resentment, and has become vulnerable .

No matter how strong a person is, if he has to face the endless unfair treatment and pain in his life alone, no one can survive, just like Qinglian now.Qinglian is not a saint, and she will have depression and resentment in her heart. Qinglian is not a god, and she will suffer pain or die under cruelty.Carrying too much and wanting to escape, or thinking about others all her life, Qinglian really wants to act rashly and truly do what she thinks.

Relatively speechless, only the patter of autumn rain echoed in the night sky like the lingering curse.Jia Rui clearly felt the emotional change in Qinglian's eyes. Although he felt ashamed, he couldn't bear to look away, and he still watched mesmerizingly.However, now Qinglian would still consider Jiarui's sadness, and said coldly: "Your Majesty, please let me go free. Brother Yu said last time that you agreed, you are not kidding!"

Jiarui was silent, Qinglian backed away, her tone was cold: "If the emperor wants to imprison me in Lantai like Yan Lan did back then, then you can leave my body here, I will do what I say!" Qinglian I don't want to stay in this place full of painful memories and the smell of blood, escape, the only thing I want to do now is to leave this place.

"Okay, I'll take you back tomorrow!" Jiarui, who had been silent for a long time, finally let go, "It's raining outside, so you can stay here for one more night..." After finishing speaking, Jiarui ignored Qinglian's objection Holding Qinglian in his arms, he strides back to Lantai Zhenbao Pavilion, and puts Qinglian on the bed.Jiarui took off Qinglian's blouse that was stained with blood and dust, and covered Qinglian's body with a brocade quilt.

After tossing and tossing all night, Qinglian is exhausted and has no strength to resist.When Jiarui bent down again, Qinglian had no choice but to turn her head away in disgust, felt a light kiss on her cheek, without too much invasion, and left with the temperature that seemed to have a trace of nostalgia.

Against the pearly light circulating in the room, Qinglian seemed to see Jiarui's pale and haggard face, as well as the bruised and swollen mark in the middle of her forehead.It was also because of this that Qinglian desperately suppressed the thought of turning back to visit, held her breath and closed her eyes, thinking repeatedly in her heart: "This person's business is no longer related to me!" Jiarui saw Qinglian's indifferent expression. His expression was so cold that he didn't even want to look at him, Jia Rui's heart was broken, and the last sentence "Qinglian, rest well" was full of desolation.

Qinglian slept in a daze all night, and was woken up by Wang Li at dawn the next morning, and was served by Buti.Since the emperor promised to send Qinglian away yesterday, how could Wang Li let Qinglian stay in Lantai for a moment longer, so he sent Qinglian to Chaohua Palace early, and the emperor's personal guards led her out of the palace.

The rain is slightly moist, and the autumn morning is cool. Qinglian silently followed Wang Li through the Jiuqu corridor and left Lantai.Gradually drifting away, Qinglian looked back from time to time, Lantai, the place where his biological father was imprisoned, stayed for so long, Qinglian was not without nostalgia in her heart, thinking of taking one last look, probably never again Come back now.

Qinglian was speechless all the way, and felt a little lost. She thought Tong Jingyu would send her out of the palace, but it turned out to be a stranger.Qinglian couldn't help worrying, she hadn't seen her elder brother Yu for several days, grandpa died, could it be that something happened to the Tong family?

The Tong's Mansion is not far from the imperial palace, the guards obeyed the order to send Qinglian back to the Tong's Mansion, ignored Qinglian's thanks, turned and left.The rich families of the Tong's Mansion concealed themselves, and the wind lanterns on both sides were replaced with white, indicating that there was a funeral in the mansion.Qinglian pushed in, and found that there was no one in the house, and the courtyard and pavilions at home were not all covered with white gauze like when Gu Tingxuan died.

The entire mansion was quiet, Qinglian went all the way in, and she didn't meet a single person, like Xuanying Hall, Qingyun Pavilion, Jingance Hall, and teaching ground, neither Tong Xi, Tong Lu, nor Tong Lan children's book.Qinglian didn't know that today was the day of Tong Siming's funeral, and Qinglian didn't know either. As early as when the Tongfu was convicted of Qinglian's involvement, Tong Yi dismissed all the servants of the Tongjia and reorganized the soldiers. Now, except for a few old people Still waiting outside Tong's house, there is no one else in Tong's house.

Everyone in the Tong family went to see the old master Tong Siming for the last journey. The Tong family was empty and locked up because the control in Beijing is very strict now, and the Tong family is not afraid of being a child.Qinglian walked around in the fine rain, and the umbrella was taken away by the guards who saw her off. Although there were rain corridors in many places in the courtyard, Qinglian was still chilled by the cold autumn rain.

Qinglian stood outside the lotus garden, the door that was ajar as usual was blown open by the wind, Qinglian looked at the Lianyue Tower separated by a pool of clear water, feeling sad for there was no mother inside anymore.The flowers and trees in the courtyard are all bleak, it seems that no one has taken care of them for a long time, only the lotus in the clean water is still blooming persistently, but the green lotus can't distinguish the color through the mist and dense autumn rain.

Qinglian really wanted to go into the lotus garden, even though there was no mother inside, but today is not Wangri, so Qinglian stopped.Even though she knows that she has nothing to do with Tong's family, Qinglian is willing to abide by Tong Yi's strict rules in the past, thinking that maybe everything will be the same as before.

Qinglian wandered alone in the empty Tongfu, with the sound of rain in her ears, as if she was the only one left in the world.Qinglian doesn't want to go back to Qingyun Pavilion, things are people and things don't matter, the empty loneliness erodes emotions, delusion grows like poisonous weeds, only one person comes and goes, the rainy day is gloomy, even self-pity is not allowed, Qinglian feels more and more that she should not stay here anymore.My father is not my father, my elder brother is not my elder brother, and my mother is not here, so what is it that I am in Tongfu?So Qinglian, who came home with great difficulty, pushed open the heavy rich door and walked out, the door was still half-closed, as if no one had ever come back before.

Chance encounter

Qinglian stepped out of the high threshold and walked out of the Tong's Mansion. After a few steps, she couldn't help turning her head back. Even in the dark rainy day, even if there was a white funeral lantern hanging next to it, it was hard to hide the implication. The nobility of building a mansion.Qinglian stared at it for a long time, because this was the first time he had seen her own house clearly. When he was ten years old, he was hugged in his mother's arms and carried by a soft sedan chair into the house quietly. He didn't see anything, and then Qinglian He has been confined in this small child's mansion.

Until that fate-changing departure, she finally had the opportunity to set foot on land outside the Tong's Mansion, but Qinglian slipped out through the side door like a thief. head.Afterwards, Qinglian finally got her wish and went out of the palace to become a musician, but she didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse, and she suffered some hardships for no reason.Although because of her status as a court musician, Qinglian has also visited the Tongfu several times, but each time is a memory of deep suffering, so it is counted that this time Qinglian walked out of the house dignifiedly.

If Tong Mansion is still home, Qinglian thought so, looking up at the plaque of Tong Mansion almost piously, even if it is no longer home, Qinglian wants to remember it deeply, because he knows that from today onwards he will never Will not be coming back here.After taking a last deep look, Qinglian turned and walked into the rain curtain.

Although the Tong's Mansion is small, Qinglian has also grown up safely in it, but although the world is wide, Qinglian can't think of a place where she can live today.She was isolated from the crowd and lived a life tightly protected by others since she was a child. Although Qinglian is skilled in music and arts, she has no survival skills.Qinglian, who blended into the crowd, didn't know where to go, she was abandoned by both humans and gods, and now all she had was betrayal and abandonment.

There is no longer the satisfaction and joy of walking in the crowd for the first time, and the people around you are no longer in the prosperous times. The streets are depressed and muddy, and the crowd is anxiously walking through it with their heads bowed.At this time, apart from the sound of rain, there were also noisy human voices, but Qinglian couldn't hear clearly, and actually didn't want to be very clear.Qinglian wants to die now but dare not die, because her body inherits the blood and soul of the Son of the Moon God, so at this time Qinglian is just walking aimlessly with the flow of people, like a body that has lost its soul.

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