Qinglian Snow Heavy

now?Huimin slowly stretched his brows, but the fierce gaze in his eyes made people feel cold all over.Huimin raised her hand and threw the painting fan to Wang Yi seemingly unintentionally, while the eunuch of Chenxi Palace, who was already dripping with cold sweat beside her, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and retreated quickly, thinking about his bird's nest.

A gust of wind and rain brought the freshness and brilliance of early summer, and everything in the palace after the rain was so bright, and it was so beautiful because of its tranquility.It has been four days since Qinglian was punished in Chaohua Palace, like a drop of water scattered into a deep pool, there is no sound, how many people know how many ups and downs the originally fresh person has experienced in these four days .

Su Yue was pregnant for ten months, wandering and wandering, and lost her recuperation after giving birth, so Qing Lian has been suffering from insufficiency since birth. Lian's body is actually very weak.But this time when he entered the palace for the first time, he was severely punished and shocked. In addition, he was injured at the time and evil spirits invaded, so this time he suffered from exogenous cold, and the symptoms were extremely dangerous. In the end, he saw intermittent pulses, and the imperial hospital guarded him for three days. Three nights, with countless precious medicinal wines, the repeated high fever was subsided, and Qinglian's life was barely snatched back from the gate of hell.

The ups and downs of life and death here were buried in the entire court, as if no one knew about it, and the doctors of the Tai Hospital were frightened enough. When Qinglian's illness tended to improve, they all resigned like flying, and no one wanted to see her again. to the wrathful king.

After a few days of recuperating and replenishing qi, now Qinglian is not too weak after waking up, looking at the unfamiliar house around her, she can sit up and look closely, and after a while, she recalls that she was still a sinful body before, feeling uneasy, and then Pi Yi got up and looked around, but found that there was no one in the house, he whispered a few words, but there was no response, and he settled down a bit.

After all, Qinglian was young and rarely went to other places, looking at the elegant decorations in the house, she felt a little appreciative in her heart.The silk quilt that supported the gums, the agarwood flower pavilion, everything is extremely elegant.Qinglian let out her clothes like this, lingering in front of the Duobaoge in the house, admiring every treasure.

There are quite a lot of Tongjia treasures, but compared with the display here, they are also thin and inferior. The thousand-year-old sapphire, the thin uranium goblet, and the bronze cooker are all worth each piece. In front of the screen.

The embroidered screen is set up with a base carved from ebony, and a pair of half-foot-square embroidered silk is inlaid in the light blue glass. Although it is exquisite and extraordinary, it is not eye-catching among the countless treasures, but it has a special power Let Qinglian stop in front of her.

It seems to be embroidered with high-grade black silk, a wild and cursive "Lan" character, which shows the wildness and wildness of the brushwork. When a gust of wind comes, the black and bright embroidered characters seem to reveal the magnificence of the flowing waves through the gentle brilliance of the glass. momentum.

The wind blows her clothes, Qinglian feels a little bit of coolness, she can't help but stand with her arms folded, touching the hooped armband through the thin blouse, Qinglian looks at the embroidered screen, feeling a sense of peace in her heart, this is what her mother left for her. Yes, good, still with me.Qinglian felt grateful in her heart, and her eyes were still lingering on the embroidery screen, because of the majestic momentum of that word, and because of the mournful thoughts in the postscript, "It's too late for a Yiren to go, but there is nothing left to do, embroidering with hair, chatting with thoughts of separation" .

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The summer breeze is slightly refreshing, gently blowing the tulle on the window panes, revealing the color of the windows, and the sky outside is gloomy.Qinglian just woke up from a sleepy sleep. She doesn't know the time of day and can't tell whether it's morning or evening. She looks around the room. It turns out that many places are decorated with luminous pearls, or decorated on the walls, or displayed in the attic. Filled with soft bright light.

Qinglian cautiously pulled out the curtain, and there was obviously no bright room outside. In the dark, she could vaguely distinguish a figure leaning against the water stove and sleeping soundly. Only then did she realize that the whole room was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.A few days ago, Qinglian knew that she might be ill again, and she felt very guilty when she saw someone staying with her day and night to take care of her. After taking a few sips of the cold tea on the table, he gently turned out the door.

There seemed to be some faint light coming from upstairs, Qinglian didn't know where she came and went, so she searched for the light and went up to that floor.The soft and bright light diffused from the room and gently searched in. As a musician, Qinglian couldn't help but think that she must be in the Chaohua Palace. Regardless of the past, the emperor really loves music.

I saw a rack full of instrumental music, a dazzling array of things, Lei's famous piano is rare, Jiuxiaohuan Peizhen, Sheng Ruan Pipa, Zheng Xun and Konghou, a complete set of Xiaodi, decorated with tassels, displayed on the shelf according to the length, or jade or bamboo, Really cute.Qinglian walked around the music stand in the house, sometimes picking the strings, sometimes fiddled with it, forgetting her love for a moment, she couldn't put it down.

There seems to be a faint fragrance of lotus lingering between the qin and flute, making Qinglian feel at ease.Carefully take down a pipa from the stand, bend the neck and plain strings, clean and dust-free, fiddle with it lightly three or two times, there is love before the melody is formed.Afraid of disturbing others, Qinglian put the pipa back to its original place, and thought of her mother with extraordinary music skills. This pipa skill was first taught by her mother for the sake of self-sufficiency. But now thinking about it, since her father put her mother and After taking him back to Tong's Mansion, he never messed with the voice of the merchant girl again.

Thinking of her mother, Qinglian felt a sense of detachment, but when she saw the instrumental music in the room, her heart felt inexplicably stable. She thought that the musicians who belonged to these famous instruments must be noble and elegant people. Feeling a little bewildered, Qinglian walked out of the music room, and continued to climb the stairs looking for the twilight.

The building was quiet and dark, and the sound of light footsteps made Qinglian feel a little timid in this strange place, but when she thought of the happy room she saw just now, Qinglian felt a little calmer, and subconsciously thought that this place must be It is peaceful and beautiful, but it often backfires.

If Qinglian saw the instrumental music in the room just now, she was delighted spontaneously, but seeing the quiet room here, she was unavoidably frightened. The dark wind from the inside sent out strands of bloody breath, but even so, the terrified Qinglian walked in, as if driven by something.

Unlike the window gauze in the music room just now, thick curtains hang down in the room on this floor, and the color of the window panes cannot be distinguished. The soft brilliance of the night pearl embedded in the curtains flows on the cold torture instruments in the room. .

In the middle of the room is a cross-shaped yellow pear wood torture frame, with dark iron chains and thick ropes wrapped around it. Qinglian approached, and gently stroked it with trembling hands. When her fingertips touched the cold gold and iron, Qinglian couldn't help but hit There was a cold war, and my heart was terrified, but for some reason, I couldn't bear to let go, and helped me inch by inch.

The wood of the torture frame is dull in color, but the polished light is impressive, but there are deep and shallow nicks on both ends, and the blood in the slender grooves is dark, and it may not be washed off and accumulated.The inexplicable pain in Qinglian's heart, and what kind of persecution it was, caused the nails of the tortured person to be deeply embedded in the thick wood, leaving bloodstains all over.

Looking at the empty torture frame in front of her, Qinglian felt sad, as if smelling the bitter blood, her eyes were wet with tears unconsciously.Qinglian looked around the room, and there were some large and small instruments of torture hanging from the curtains: whips of different thicknesses, lengths and lengths, canes of various thicknesses, large bamboo boards, finely wound rattan whips of various colors, wattle twigs , inserted in the long-necked bottle scattered thin bamboo strips, clips, iron hooks, wooden boards, shackles, iron chains, thick ropes, some people know it, but many don't know it, or hang it on the curtain, or shelve it at the foot of the wall Surrounded by the sides, surrounded by the torture rack standing alone in the middle.

Looking at the room full of instruments of torture, Qing Lian felt great pain in her heart, who must have experienced all kinds of inhuman torture in this room.Qinglian was a little unsteady, how could there be such a bloody and cold place in such a quiet music room?The smell of blood permeating the air made Qinglian dizzy for a while, and wanted to hold on to something, but there was nothing in the house except the torture instruments that caught her eyes.

Qinglian staggered, and what she reached for was the iron chain wrapped around the torture rack.With cold hands, Qinglian couldn't bear it any longer, she fled the terrifying torture room with buoyant steps, and went up to the upper floor without knowing the direction, facing the sky and water, and the lake breeze was all over her face.

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I thought it was just another floor, but the momentary sky light blurred Qinglian's eyes. After climbing the stairs, there was a wide platform everywhere, which seemed to be connected to the sky. Eyes everywhere, as if the whole body is covered with the refreshing water vapor, washing away the haze in the heart just now.

Qinglian walked to the edge of the stage, looking at the vast mist in front of her.I saw that the terrace is surrounded by a large lake, surrounded by misty mist, and the embankment is covered with willows in the distance, and a large lotus lotus is near the bank, and the green leaves are just formed, spreading layer upon layer on the water. moist, dotted with the long clear water mist.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a ray of light scattered, Qinglian looked back at the Prime Minister, the clouds were clear and pale, separated by the heavy white moon in the distance, a splendor of the sky seemed to spread from the high golden and jade palace roof, covering Qinglian's eyes .The sun is shining, and the sky is so bright and bright. Across the sparkling waves, the blue color in the distance refracts the brilliance and spreads everywhere. Everything seems to be slowly waking up, light and vivid.The green jade smokes the wind on both sides of the bank, the small lake ripples and flakes fly into the sky, and Qinglian feels as if she is that fluff, a speck of dust, a patch of light, left behind by someone in this unnamed morning scene, and here It is the Lantai of Chaohua Palace.

Chaohua Hall is located in the northernmost part of the entire imperial city, built on the hillside. Although it is just an ordinary slope, it is undoubtedly the highest point in the entire imperial city. a ray of sunshine.

The Chaohua Palace was not the main palace where the emperor lived. Because of its special terrain, it was often used for stargazing and divination. Therefore, although the emperor did not live here, he often lingered here.