Qinglian Snow Heavy

Therefore, after the operation of successive emperors, Chaohua Palace has been regarded as the most beautiful place in the entire imperial city.

The majestic Chaohua Palace was built on the mountain, and a large lake was artificially excavated on the shaded side of the mountain, like a piece of white jade inlaid in the depths of the palace city. This lake is named Beihai, which shows its remoteness.

Green willows are planted around the embankment of Beihai Lake, and lotus lilies are spread all over the lake, and there are painted boats near the shore for the king to enjoy.In the previous dynasty, Mingzong sent thousands of people and spent millions of silver to build a pavilion in the lake, named Lantai, which is the same as a long corridor and high platform built on the shore. Many famous utensils and treasures in the palace are hidden on the pavilion.This terrace is like a drop of morning dew adorned on the lake jade, it is so lovely, but in the eyes of Qinglian, the winding corridor is like a crack on the white wall, which makes the beautiful scenery full of eyes no longer Can't be complete.

Qinglian didn't know where she was, she looked up at the scattered Minghua, she was a little confused, she was expecting to walk out of the mansion, but is the current emperor still the original Ruijia who faced each other with the piano and flute?Why is there such a beautiful place with the things I saw just now? It is unimaginable. The people who enjoy the house full of fame and happiness should be elegant and clean, but how can they be contaminated with those cold and bloody things?

A gust of wind passed by, with slight waves and light dust, Qinglian faced the initial wind with her face up, closed her eyes, and then opened her eyes again, such a natural light and wind, as if from the beginning of the primordial world, makes people unable not to be infected by its grandeur, Qinglian's Gradually, my heart became stable, and I stretched out my hands to invite God's favor, and the morning light flowed out from my fingers.

I don't know where the bells of the Buddhist hall came across the water, it was quiet and quiet, which made people feel peaceful.Father must have got up by now, he can eat and eat, is he dancing the sword, or going to the school field to fight?Qinglian, who does not give up the gift of morning and evening, naturally thinks of Tong Yi, a father who protects him under his wings.Qinglian stretched out her face, although there was still some slight pain on her face, but he seemed to understand his father's anger before and his worries afterwards, and he was indeed too cowardly, not enough to stand alone in the wind and rain.

Slowly folded her hands together in front of her face, her sleeves full of wind, Qinglian looked at the fluttering hair and sleeves in front of her eyes as if she had figured out something, thunder, rain and dew were all due to the grace of the king, or it was just that I hadn't understood yet.

Her mood suddenly brightens. Although Qinglian has a reclusive personality, her solitude since she was a child made Qinglian also pursue the concept of emptiness, tranquility, loneliness and inaction. Worry about.At this time, Qinglian was in a clear and peaceful state of mind, raised her hands in front of her, and performed a few forms of Tai Chi riding the wind on the high platform facing the water. Still hovering within the palace walls.

救挽

Just when Qinglian was indulging in nature, suddenly there were a few dry laughter behind her, mixed with the breeze into her ears, making Qinglian's heart tremble suddenly, and she turned her head to meet Wu De's gloomy expression.Shicai Qinglian was indulging in the beauty of nature, standing on the platform from the starry night to the morning glory, standing in the dance style for a long time, with such charm and charm, how could she not offend others, just Qinglian herself didn't realize it until a group of people stepped onto the stage.

Qinglian looked at Wu De who was only ten steps away from him, her eyes were full of fear, Wu De seemed to be a vicious jackal from the barren grassland, looking at the front of him with the excitement of finding a prey. A prey who is at a loss, and Qinglian has already been captured by such eyes.After being punished by Chaohua Palace the day before yesterday, Qinglian was terrified of the soft-looking eunuch in front of her, and she couldn't forget the day when she watched Wu De hit her face again and again with a wooden board in her hand, her eyes couldn't dodge , such a sinister and insulting look, as if to bite people into pieces.

Wu De was a little annoyed when he looked at Qinglian who was standing in front of him blankly. The person who had committed the crime didn't seem to take him seriously, but he couldn't see himself or the emperor?The emperor was trained very strictly since he was a child, and Jiarui naturally developed the habit of practicing literature and martial arts at dawn since he was a child. Although he has become absurd in recent years, he still has a feast after getting up. On the sky, the moon was setting and the sun was rising, and it was also in the Chaohua Palace in the high pavilion. Jia Rui naturally came here now to see this person who made him work so hard a few days ago.

At this time, Wu De followed Jiarui's order and took Qinglian there, so he didn't dare to delay too much. Just now, he saw the musician who was treated differently by the emperor in the corridor with his sleeves dancing, and Wu De felt in his heart. From envy to jealousy, from jealousy to hatred, now seeing Qinglian standing in front of him, he doesn't open his mouth to proclaim, and after a while, it will be a crime of disrespect. How can anyone see the emperor like this, do not kneel down, do not hello?

Qinglian saw Wu De, who humiliated and punished him last time, suddenly appeared behind him, she was terrified in her heart but had nowhere to hide. Seeing Wu De still moving forward, Qinglian was at a loss because he didn't know that he could What to do, Wu De's ruthlessness made Qing Lian feel timid and dare not face each other, she lowered her head.Seeing Wu De walking in again, Qinglian, who had nowhere to escape, stepped back step by step, her eyes were flustered, and she didn't realize that she was approaching the stage, and that pair of eyes that had been watching her not far away.

In fact, within this palace wall, if it is destined, how can it escape, and how many steps can it take to retreat above this platform?After a while, Qinglian was already on the edge of the stage, the surrounding wind was still blowing unhurriedly, through the fluttering hair in front of her eyes, the devil's footsteps were still closely following her, fearful, and her heart was full of helplessness. , my father is not around, neither is my brother, what should I do?Taking another step back, he exclaimed.

Qinglian had already retreated to the edge of the stage, and the vermilion lacquer railing was only two feet high, but Qinglian didn't notice it.Taking another step back, he was tripped, and his body leaned back without any force. Although the wind was calm, it couldn't support Qinglianzhuo's body.

Qinglian's head suddenly looked up at that moment, and thousands of blue hairs fell backwards, passing over Wu De's claws, what caught her eyes was the clouds, so beautiful, but it was a pity that she was about to say goodbye, Qinglian let out a soft cry but had no intention of asking for death, closed her eyes His eyes just wanted to find that this was just the end of a nightmare when he opened it the next moment, but he met those familiar but unfamiliar eyes with domineering power.

Just before Qinglian was about to fall, Jiarui Rabbit Qifalcon jumped to the edge of the stage, leaned out decisively and grabbed Qinglian's arm, and Qinglian was caught and hung in the air like this.

Through the very smooth shirt sleeves made of silk, Jiarui half-kneeled on the ground and grasped it hard, but felt that the arm in his hand was sliding down inch by inch, and because the leaning rail was too short, the other hand had to grab it. Hold onto the railing until she holds Qinglian's wrist, and the white shirt on her arm slides down.

Qinglian had just recovered from the shock, she raised her head and stared blankly at the face that was close at hand, with straight eyebrows, burning eyes, and slightly loose hair on her forehead, but it was different from the laziness that exuded on the high seat that day.For some reason, under Jia Rui's persistent gaze and strength, Qinglian couldn't resist such a strong force with the wrist firmly grasped by him, and the grasped hand involuntarily wrapped around Jia Rui's wrist.

Qinglian's wrist was held in Jiarui's hand, it was so slender, as if it couldn't be grasped, and Jiarui's strong muscles and bones made Qinglian feel the strength of trust.Just as Jia Rui was pulling Qing Lian onto the stage bit by bit, the attendants around the emperor seemed to have reacted to the sudden change in front of them. Wu De greeted behind him, and several accompanying eunuchs gathered around to help.

Hearing the noise behind him, Jiarui tightened his grip on Qinglian's jade wrist. All he saw was the figure like a white crane that he had seen on the porch before. Those nasty hands pulled away?Jiarui Dantian took a deep breath, pulled Qinglian up with all his strength, and fell to the ground.With a heart-piercing cry of pain, Qinglian fell limply in Jia Rui's arms, and her left hand limply fell from Jia Rui's loosened hand.

病累

Under the majestic gaze of the emperor, the guards and eunuchs who were about to surround him stopped and stood aside.Jiarui just sat on the ground like this, hugging Qinglian quietly, clearly feeling his trembling, his soft weeping, and his helplessness, watching the bead thread hanging down from his swollen face, he didn't know What to do.

Naturally, Jia Rui didn't know about the old injury on Qinglian's left shoulder until he saw that the snow-white clothes were stained with a deep red.When Qinglian was young, her shoulder bones were crushed by a fierce horse from Northern Xinjiang. Her arm must have been lost, but Tong Yi was unwilling to visit famous doctors, and finally used the methods in ancient books to restore Qinglianqin's hand.How tragic, it was an arm that was scraped off the skin and bone, and then nailed into the joint with two polished rhinoceros bones, but it was destined to be an inescapable pain for a lifetime.

The hanging and pulling just now made Qinglian feel the pain like being torn apart, tears burst out, and she wandered unadorned in such a generous embrace.Her body was unbearable after a serious illness, and she also experienced the ups and downs of grief, joy and horror in the cool breeze of the early morning, coupled with the tearing of old wounds, at this time Qinglian was like a butterfly with broken wings, leaning thinly on her shoulders. In Jia Rui's arms, lifeless.

His face is as clear as blue, like the gentle caressing hand of a mother, and the stern but tolerant eyes of his father and brother. The figures in front of him are layered and unclear, but they are so warm and broad in their arms, and they are real.Qinglian's right hand subconsciously grasped the clothes on Jia Rui's chest, yearning for the stability of her whole body, although she was already drowsy, she refused to let go.

As an emperor, Jiarui has always been aloof and does not kiss his concubines in the palace. Although he prefers masculinity, in fact he seldom has physical contact with others. At this moment, the dependence of the person snuggling in his arms is so real. A pale hand was pressed tightly to his chest, and the summer shirt was thin, and the coldness on his hand seemed to be transmitted directly to his heart.

Jiarui lowered her head, raised her hand to caress Qinglian's cheek, and gently brushed away the hair on her forehead.