Qinglian Snow Heavy

He did something stupid, because he knew that, as the most noble priest of the Yue Kingdom, this forbidden love announced to the world might be a brand that could never be erased on him, and would eventually be tolerated by the Yue Kingdom. "Okay! Hanchen, I promise! Even if it is difficult, I will try my best to live on. For you and me, we will meet again one day!" With a deep promise, Qinglian gently confided that even if there is no future, then Now every moment is to live for the next moment, for Jiarui, and for myself.

212、Snowy night...

For Qinglian to make such a promise for Jiarui, she gave up the last chance to escape and cut off the way out, because now Qinglian, facing difficulties, has no choice but to try to survive and die.Qinglian gently wraps her arms around Jiarui's waist, rests her head on Jiarui's arms, seeking the comfort of love, while Jiarui hugs Qinglian's body, opens her arms and lets Qinglian rest and rest.After a short while of calm, Qinglian sighed, raised her head and said to Jiarui: "Hanchen, although I am a descendant of Yan Lan, the son of the pure moon god, I am not a legitimate priest of the Moon Kingdom. If this time..." Qinglian He wanted to tell Jia Rui everything that Yan Ming had warned him, but before he could finish, Jia Rui's kiss stuck in his throat. "Qinglian, don't say it, hard work is enough, I don't believe that heaven is really heartless and cold-eyed!" Jiarui gently pressed Qinglian's hair, let him lean in his arms, and stopped all unexpected events. idea.So what if he wasn't a legitimate priest in the Yue Kingdom, Jia Rui hugged Qinglian, thinking that the person in his arms was the Son of God, and he deserved it!Do one's best and listen to the fate, when the fate of the sky is unknown, Qinglian will try her best to make up for the shortcomings caused by her sins.There are still seven days until the sun-watching period, which is the last full moon night of this year, so Qinglian set the sacrifice period on this day. "Hanchen, before the ceremony, I want to devote myself to cultivating music and meditating to purify my sins, so you and I will not see each other again in the near future. I dare not take risks." Tightened a little, almost wanting to embed Qinglian into the flesh and blood.After the ceremony, Qinglian will be returned to Yueguo, and before that, they can't see each other. We embrace each other today, when is the next time?Always heartbroken, Jiarui and Qinglian can't afford to gamble, the last chance, when everything can't be undone by manpower, in the end, we can only pin our hopes on the gods and gods.Whether it is the Son of Heaven or the Son of God, you can only submit to God's will.Jiarui kept his promise, before the ceremony, he never came to Lantai to meet Qinglian again. He had been in a coma for too long before, and the situation was about to collapse. Jiarui tried his best to maintain stability.The snow is still falling, and it has been falling for so long that the eyes are all white, and the streets and shops have lost traces of cleaning.Due to the government's previous drug control and the registration of patients, although there is no way to prescribe the right medicine now, it is at least under control, and the price in the market is also stable.The gate of the city was opened, but unfortunately the road was blocked by heavy snow now, and those who wanted to go could not go. The only official road was cleared out and used for transporting supplies.It's a pity that the snowstorm spread to neighboring prefectures and counties, Yin country was severely affected, Hezhou's production was hopeless throughout the year, and Qingzhou's winter wheat might not be guaranteed.Although it was difficult, all the officials in the court knew that the priests of Yueguo offered sacrifices and prayed to heaven, and they had hope in their hearts. In addition, the emperor was healthy and presided over the work.Therefore, at this time, the imperial court of the Yin Kingdom was united as one, so that the nearly withered national flower of the Yindu State could keep the last undying pistil, waiting for the last hope.In the last embrace that day, Qinglian actually fell asleep in Jiarui's arms, experiencing life, death and sweetness, breaking oaths and epiphanies in just one day.Great sorrow and great joy, great ups and downs, even with the blood of the Pure Moon God Son, Qinglian is still a mortal body, how could she stand such a toss, let alone being asked for a bowl of blood after two days of fasting.So returning to Jiarui's arms, such a reassuring temperature, Qinglian loosened her nerves that had been tense for a long time.Jiarui tells Qinglian that the white silk hanging in front of Tong's Mansion is actually Tong Siming's mourning silk.Because when Tong Siming committed suicide in the palace, he was charged with a crime, and everything was kept simple for the funeral, not even a mourning hall.Now that Tong Yi left Beijing, he didn't want his old father to die under the charge of crimes. Since the emperor's crime had already restored the innocence of Tong's family, he hung up the white silk.The paleness is very similar to Tong Siming's lifelong loyalty.When Qinglian heard such news, all uneasy thoughts were resolved immediately, tiredness hit her, and she fell asleep in Jiarui's arms.It seemed that she was still yearning for the moist warmth of Jiarui's light kiss on her cheeks. Qinglian slightly opened her eyes, and she saw Buti's face weeping with joy, and then she realized that it felt like the embrace was only a moment ago, but in fact Qinglian had already I fell asleep for two days and two nights.It turned out that it had been two days since Jia Rui hadn't been seen, Qinglian looked at the snowy light shining on the gauze curtain beside the bed, and her mood brightened.Now this body was born for Jiarui, with such a firm belief in my heart, what is there to be dissatisfied with.Although there is good medicine and good food in Lantai, Qinglian is still very weak because she has hurt her vitality after all.But for the sacrificial ceremony, Qinglian seemed to be burning with her life and fighting hard. After waking up, Qinglian felt that she could go to the ground, so she asked Buti to help her go to the music room to practice. All the collections of ancient music scores have been moved out.Thousands of books were spread on the floor of the music room, and Qinglian was almost buried in it.Qinglian searched carefully, and found out the sacrificial music score used by Yan Lan. These are all rare books of the Yue Kingdom. I don't know how Emperor Zi Ye obtained them back then. Now Qinglian just happened to let Qinglian read them.It took Qinglian two full days to pick out a thick ancient notation from thousands of books.Among them, thanks to Buti's help, Qinglian's injured hand will not be injured again.There are less than three days left before the final ceremony, but the sound of music has not yet been heard from Lantai, and Qinglian's ten fingers have not healed, so try not to touch the wound as much as possible.Almost day and night without sleep, Qinglian has thoroughly learned a thick ancient notation by heart.What Qinglian chose was the most important piece at the Yueguo Moonwatching Festival, she had never heard it before, and she couldn't try it on an instrument, so Qinglian memorized this set of vast ancient tunes only by mental effort.Qinglian was almost to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat, she didn't even know that Buti was feeding and changing medicine for herself, her eyes were full of music scores, and her heart was full of rhymes.After silently reciting the last note, Qinglian finally lost her strength and passed out. Without Yan Lan's innate talent, Qinglian could only make up for it with diligence.It was another day of lethargy and waking up again, it was already late at night the day before the ceremony.Qinglian looked at Buti who was sleeping on the edge of the bed and didn't wake up, she got off the bed lightly and walked barefoot without making the slightest sound.Because of Qinglian's foot injury, Wang Li ordered people to spread blankets all over Lantai, so Qinglian was not embarrassed to walk alone this time.Quietly came to the third floor and walked into the empty execution room.The smell of blood became weaker and weaker, and the snow-white blanket covered up the last traces. Qinglian looked at the snow flying around her, thinking.Qinglian walked to the glazed wall, looking at the slightly reddish sky against the thick snow, it seemed as if her whole body was spinning along with it.Qinglian closed her eyes, and the lights and shadows that emerged in her mind were full of the shadows of Yan Lan dancing in the moon, as if coated with a halo, Qinglian stretched out her hands unconsciously, inviting to the sky.The stagnant notes suddenly flowed in her mind at this time, Qinglian quickly supported the cold Liuli, and quickly recited the music score she had memorized before in her mind, and the melody was silent and mellow in her heart.Tomorrow is the sacrificial ceremony, Jiarui couldn't help wandering in front of Lantai that night, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Qinglian's high figure, with a holy and lonely beauty, like a white crane flying in the snow.On the tall building, Qinglian lowered her hands slightly, raised her head and closed her eyes, and performed the melody in her heart in response to the rhythm of Luoxue, while Jiarui stood in the snow and watched obsessively.Until Wang Li persuaded the pensive Qinglian to leave, Jiarui lowered her gaze, and was startled to realize that the snowy night had cleared up early, the sky had turned pale, and the snow was falling from her body.

213、Heavy Strings...

I meditated all night, and before I knew it, the hour was approaching, the snowy night was clear early, and it was still dark at night, but at this time there was white light in the darkness.The emperor loves so much, Wang Li doesn't know how to persuade Jiarui who is independent in the snow, so he can only let Qinglian go back to the house to rest, so that both of them can rest and avoid the worry of being independent in the snow.Helping Qinglian to go back to the bed, Wang Li lighted incense on a rare occasion. The ceremony is approaching, and Qinglian must take a good rest.Before going to sleep, Qinglian asked Wang Li to ask Yuefu for a pair of heavy strings for the pipa for the sacrifice.Qinglian requested that the ceremony for the twelfth lunar month to look at the sun be set at the tenth day of the first month of sunset. Jiarui ordered Qin Tianjian to calculate the exact time, and the place was still the altar of the Yuanfang Altar.Therefore, the itinerary is at dusk, and the breath of incense is quiet, and Qinglian sleeps until noon before getting up.After freshening up, Qinglian came to the music room alone with some porridge, meditated, and finally looked through the music score carefully to ensure that she remembered it in her heart, and she was worthy of the great help of Yan Lan's soul last night.After turning the last page, Qinglian closed the music score, exhaled lightly, and leaned against the wooden frame to rest.Qinglian stretched out her hands, looked at the ten fingers wrapped in gauze, and then slowly unwrapped them until the slender fingers reappeared in front of her eyes, but they were no longer the original appearance.The wounds on her hands have been treated with the best wound medicine in the past few days, but Qinglian's fingertips still look a little hideous.There are a few places where the nails are peeled off, the tender flesh is slightly pinkish white, while the knuckles in other parts are also swollen, blue and purple indistinguishable.But there was no time to rest anymore, Qinglian stretched out her hand, slightly stretched her lower fingers, and turned her wrist around, already feeling the flexibility of her hands and the degree of pain at the maximum tension.Feeling that it was almost done, Qinglian walked to the music stand, hugged the pipa that Yan Lan and she had used, gently brushed the dark red blood left in the lotus pattern, and smiled slightly.with fingers