Qinglian Snow Heavy

What the two of them said, and the bloody shadow of Tong Jingyu who was seen last, Qinglian was burning in her heart, and struggled to stand up.Gangfeng swept a pile of snow on the window sill to the pillow, Qinglian quickly took a mouthful, barely suppressing the surging blood in her chest, and then rushed out the door.Without shoes and socks, Qinglian ran barefoot on top of the white snow, without warm clothes, thin shirt and light sleeves danced in the wind and snow, blending into the boundless plain color.If it weren't for the green light shining on the forehead, Qinglian running at this time would be like the shadow of white snow, passing by lightly in front of her eyes, just like falling snow, light and quiet, silent, like fog and wind, which will not cause trouble. anyone's attention.If Yan Ming and Ye Dingcheng hadn't brought people into the palace to bid farewell to Yin Guo today, and the post house lacked guards, otherwise Qinglian would not have escaped from the post house so easily.However, if someone with a heart sees the bright red blood spots scattered on the ground, they may think of something, but unfortunately the snow is too heavy, and it only takes a while for the heavy snow to hide their whereabouts, but after a while, the land is white and clean again.Turning out of the gate, the streets were empty except for the thick snow, and the post house was close to the other side of the imperial city. After the eclipse vision, no one came to disturb each other, so several inches of snow accumulated along the way, Qinglian Just like this, I galloped barefoot in the icy and snowy land slowly, deep and shallow, chasing after the thoughts in my heart, afraid of losing, even if I would be frozen in this severe cold in the next moment.While running, although she was only wearing unlined clothing, Qinglian was sweating a little because she was full of worry, even in the cold wind, but her feet were deeply buried in the snow, which hurt like needles.In the end, Qinglian ran desperately and left a blood-red mark, just like white snow and red plum blossoms, revealing a sad and mournful beauty.In this vast white world, at this moment, Qinglian is no longer restrained, she can come and go as she pleases, but she never keeps what she wants in her heart.The white silk on the couplets on the door of the Tongfu House is entwined and danced in the wind amidst the chaotic snow, and the word "Tongfu" in gold and red paint looks more graceful in the whiteness, highlighting the family background of Zhongming Dingshi accumulated here.It's a pity that the formerly spotless steps are now covered with white snow, and no one sweeps them, showing a sense of despondency.Qinglian struggled to come to Tong's Mansion with bloodstains on it, and threw herself on the door, but she couldn't knock on the door of the house that she didn't know if it was still her home.Bai Ling, Qing Lian remembered that when she left home, there were no two mourning silks hanging in front of the door. Why is this happening now? Is Brother Yu really unlucky?So what should my father do, but his fifty-year birthday, Qinglian dare not think about it anymore.Qinglian, who had been in a coma for many days, now she doesn't know when and what day, her cheeks slipped against the wealthy family, and the tears turned into ice all the way.Qinglian sat down on the ground and cried loudly, the despair in her heart seemed to spread to the abyss of hell, the black hole seemed to swallow everything in the world, did her obsessive forbidden love end up harming everyone around her?How could the old man, who had no choice but to respect the lamps in the ancestral hall like beans, and was still waiting for the Tong family to pray for blessings, hear the heart-piercing cries of the child who had lost his home far away from the gate of the deep house.

198、Come into the palace...

Qing Lian pressed her head against the door, her face was full of tears, her left hand grabbed the skirt of her chest that was about to burst, her fingertips seemed to dig into flesh and blood, and her right hand sparing no effort to pat the thick rich door.It's a pity that the sound of knocking on the door echoed in the Xiaoxiaoxueluo wind, and disappeared without a trace, without the slightest movement.In the end, the desperate Qinglian poked at the crack of the door with her fingers, trying in vain to pry open the thick door, but unfortunately, until the blood gushed from the armor, the heavy door remained motionless, blocking Qinglian's hope.Chasing the blood that flowed in the wind and snow became colder in the shadow of the floating white silk. With the experience of touring in Beijing and China, Qinglian found the Tongfu without any effort today. Unfortunately, the only destination was Shut him out.The endless tears seemed to express the sadness that was full of sorrow. Even though he knew that this family could not go back, his father and brother Yu also abandoned him, but Qinglian still did not leave.It's not that there is nowhere to go, it's just that Qinglian still holds that meager but self-deceiving hope to stay here, hoping that they can come back and tell him that in fact, she is not an outcast in this world.Qinglian leaned against the door quietly, when her tears condensed into ice beads, when her cries became dumb in her throat, when the stiff person became a jade statue, the startled sound of horseshoes broke through the tranquility of the fluttering white snow.If it weren't for the faint light flowing between his foreheads, Yan Ming would have thought that the person in front of him had melted into the ice and snow.Yan Ming dropped the reins, jumped off the horse and galloped to the front of Tong's Mansion, knelt down and hugged the body as stiff as a jade statue into his arms, picked up Qinglian's drooping hands and covered them, stained with coagulated blood full lapel.Hugging the cold body in his arms, Yan Ming had a lot of feelings in his heart. What kind of feelings would make people desperately chase and flee here in this day when the water is dripping into ice and the wind and snow are blowing, regardless of their lives.If it wasn't for the timely report from the subordinates, if it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't entered the palace gate, and if it wasn't for the intermittent bloodstains that could still be traced, wouldn't the priest in front of him who had worked so hard to find him be buried in the palace? In this deep white?At this time, Qinglian had already lost consciousness, and her life seemed to be like the tears that had been shed, even if they were not dry, they had already condensed into frost.It's been too long in the cold, Yan Ming didn't dare to warm Qinglian rashly, took off his cloak and wrapped it around Qinglian's body, rubbed hard to warm that ice-like hand, warmed his chest against his stiff body , Yan Ming tried in vain to make Qinglian regain the warmth of a living person.Seeing Qinglian's blood-stained fingertips, Yan Ming's attachment to Tong's family shook Yan Ming's heart for a moment. However, even if it was only for Yueguo, Yan Ming could not let Qinglian die like this.Yan Ming tried his best to rescue Qinglian, half an hour passed, Qinglian's breathing finally became heavy, and there was a trace of warmth in her body, Yan Ming tore off the outer robe from her body, and wrapped it around Qinglian's bruised and swollen feet.Running barefoot on the snow up to this point, Qinglian's feet had already been cracked and stained with blood, but the cracked wound was sealed by the frozen blood, and it became more and more swollen. The originally slender ankle was now covered with bloodstains, like Purple lotus root is unsightly.Because Yan Ming came in a hurry, she didn't summon the carriage, at this time Qinglian had to take the same horse back with Yan Ming.Yan Ming first ordered a few guards to go back to the post house to prepare soup, medicine and hot water. Seeing that Qinglian hurt herself so much, Yan Ming felt very worried, afraid that Qinglian would be bad.Yan Ming, who had seen the scars on Qinglian's body, finally believed in the fact that Qinglian was weak, so he was very afraid that Qinglian's illness would delay her trip back to China. I don't know if the Yinguo court will complain.Qinglian was wrapped in Yan Ming's cloak, and Yan Ming rode a royal horse in his arms to return home. Yan Ming controlled the horse and walked very slowly for fear of bumping Qinglian's wound.Nestled in that hard warmth, the fainted Qinglian gradually regained her senses and woke up leisurely.Opening his eyes in a daze, he found that the source of warmth was not the father and elder brother whom he missed, but Yan Ming, who had a scar on his eye and was always pressing on every step of the way.Qinglian was startled and frightened, thinking of what she had heard in the posthouse earlier, "I will return to the Moon Kingdom tomorrow", Qinglian struggled violently.Because the horse was walking slowly, Yan Ming just held the rein loosely. She didn't expect Qinglian to struggle so suddenly after waking up, so Qinglian easily broke free from Yan Ming's embrace, turned over and rolled off the horse's back, fell to the ground.Fortunately, the snow on the ground was soft, and Qinglian was not seriously injured by this fall, but Yan Ming's mount was startled by this, and the cloak hanging on Qinglian's body glanced at the imperial horse. hoof.There has never been a war in the Moon Kingdom for thousands of years, so Yan Ming's horse riding skills can only be regarded as comparable to the public, Qinglian startled the horse this time, Yan Ming was helpless, and Qinglian's feet were entangled in the wrapped clothes, unable to save herself out of danger.Seeing that the raised horse's hoof was about to fall on Qinglian's body, Yan Ming exerted force with his arms, only heard "click", accompanied by the sound of dislocated joints, Yan Ming twisted the horse's hoof aside, and relieved Qinglian's crisis.Taking this opportunity, Qinglian kicked off the shackles wrapped around her feet, and fled in the wind in a panic in the snow.Yan Ming's bodyguard's horse riding skill is even worse than Yan Ming's. The horse's hoof is stuck in the deep and shallow snow nest, and it is difficult to walk. When he saw the left minister just now, he was shocked by the mount and almost hurt the priest. He dared not go rashly. Chasing, I had no choice but to get off the horse and chase in person, so this delay fell behind Qinglian.Qinglian got angry this time, because he knew that as long as he was captured by Yan Ming, he would be sent back to Yue Kingdom tomorrow, so he would never have the chance to see his father and brother Yu again, and Jia Rui, the deepest in his heart. The most sincere thoughts.Qinglian ran on the snow like crazy, fell and got up again, desperate, but unfortunately, in this seemingly endless white snow, there is no pure land and no end in front of it.The location of the Tong's Mansion and the posthouse where the envoys of the Moon Kingdom temporarily lived were close to the imperial city, so Yan Ming walked slowly along the royal road outside the palace, and Qinglian was now running, unknowingly approaching the red wall.Qinglian is also a few people from the palace, so when she saw the wide open palace gate not far away, Qinglian ran towards it even more anxiously. Instead, she was a guard of the Yue Kingdom, who dared not go outside the palace of the Yin Kingdom. Let go wantonly and capture Qinglian.Qinglian, who was struggling and trekking in the snow, was very embarrassed at this time, and she could not see the slightest demeanor of a priest. The chiffon shirt on her body was already stained with countless beatings. It is also a dirty place.The fingers climbing up the palace gate were stained with blood, and the guards guarding the palace saw Qinglian's swollen bare feet standing in the snow, let alone recognize Qinglian's identity.The blue hair covered with waterfalls wetted the snow water and condensed into one