Qinglian Snow Heavy

, Qinglian looked up at the door leading to the top of the stage, one side was gray and cloudy, but the bead curtain was filled with soft and bright light.

Qinglian walked into the room with extreme reluctance. For some reason, the furnishings in the room made him feel terrified, and the lingering bloody smell in the air made him feel sad and sad.Qing Lian lowered her eyes and came to the celadon vase with bamboo strips in the house as Wang Li said. She didn't pay attention to it last time, but only now did she realize that there is a quiet room hidden behind the same color curtain next to and around it.

There was no luminous pearl in that quiet room, only two oil lamps were lit, so it was darker than the outside.In a long and narrow room, two long-burning lamps are lit on the altar table at the end. The lotus flower is the seat, the lotus stamen is the core, dripping endless tears of lovesickness, and the room is always bright.Surrounded by monotonous blue and white veils, only the clear colors on the lotus painting in front of the lamp make this place seem a little angry.

Qinglian approached, and there was a picture of a blue lotus under the moon hanging on the wall, a pool of clear water, the moonlight was boundless, and the green lotus was just as white as dust, laid out layer by layer under the brush of the painter. Open, soaked in ink, with distinct layers, there is only one graceful lotus in the pool, blooming quietly, with a touch of emerald green, bathed in moonlight, making people fall in love with it and calm down.Qinglian silently stared at the magical brush in front of her, feeling kind and at ease in her heart, and brushed her armband unconsciously with her right hand.

Qinglian silently knelt under the lotus picture, facing the wall and contemplating, because just now Wang Li told himself that this quiet room was used by the former owner of Lantai to contemplate, and whenever he disobeyed the late emperor, he would be punished. Punishment to self-examination here.Maybe it's because of the severe pain on Qinglian's body, Qinglian, who has always been good at perceiving, didn't notice the sadness and sadness in the eyes of the usually calm old prisoner. Thinking of the country, but Yan Lan left Ziye this quiet room to miss people and love, day and night, morning and evening, Wang Li watched the sad and desperate Emperor Ziye in the quiet room through the curtain until the end.

Wang Li also said to Qinglian, if you can't bear it, don't force it. The emperor knows that your health is not good, so he won't blame you too much.Thinking of Qinglian kneeling upright here, pursing her mind, and meditating on her own past, she felt that Wang Li was so protective, she should abide by the rules and not cause trouble again.

From the moment I sneaked out of the mansion, so many things happened in this short period of one month, my father’s heavy entrustment, my mother’s mournful eyes, my brother’s powerless embrace, my husband’s admonishment Qinglian's expression, and all kinds of things in the palace, all these make Qinglian very tired, because after being taken back to Tong's mansion by Tong Yi, Qinglian has become accustomed to a peaceful, indifferent, but happy life.

Qinglian thinks back to the mood of Xinxin's anticipation before entering the palace, but these days after entering the palace, why is there only a touch of sadness left behind?Qinglian, who grew up in Tongfeng Building, has long been used to guessing people's thoughts and looking at people's faces. Although she no longer needs to flatter and beg for life for the sake of innocence, Qinglian's life is still cautious, for the sake of her father's appearance, for the reunion of mother and child, and for the sake of her father. Don't worry, brother, although she has been living in luxury, Qinglian has a difficult life every day.

If the people around her are happy, then Qinglian herself will also be happy, and if the people around her are sad, Qinglian will also be sad.Qinglian is such a person who thinks of love, because he always remembers what his mother taught him since he was a child, to be a person who is grateful and grateful, and to know that the happiness around him is hard to come by.Therefore, what Qinglian remembers is her father's teachings rather than punishments, her brother's companionship rather than cold words, not to mention the current Jiarui, who Qinglian has long cared about.

Jia Rui, have you really forgotten, but I always remember that you did not appear in front of me and my husband when I was most worried, and we met as early as that day when we were in trouble, Rui Jia, no ?Qinglian, who was still relatively calm at the moment, thought of Jiarui, and a deep sorrow filled her heart. You must have seen the insult that day on the street, didn't you? Fan?In the end, he walked away, leaving behind a curse.

No, it shouldn't be like this. From the first moment when she played the pipa, Qinglian never avoided Jiarui's eyes. In those deep eyes, too many emotions were shattered. Many Qinglian couldn't understand. But the sadness in it has always puzzled Qinglian. I don't know why the emperor aloft is rich in the world, why there is still sadness in his brows, it is like this when talking and laughing among Xiao Xie, and it is like this when holding life and death on Lantai. It was even more like this on the day of fingering swords in the bamboo forest, and it has been gone until today.

When Qinglian was most depressed, Jiarui came to Xuanyingju to accompany him, chatting, enjoying music and drinking tea.At that time, Qinglian's mother was invisible, and her father and brother were far away. Qinglian was always carefully beside Jiarui, attracted by his compelling heroic spirit, and puzzled by his faint sadness, until Qinglian completely let go. No longer worrying about whether Jiarui also saw herself being humiliated that day, cherishing the friendship of those few days, the feeling was really too good, even if Ruijia was found out later that she was the emperor, Qinglian didn't She complained about Jiarui's concealment, because the fateful Qinglian always remembers only the good of others.

Recalling Jiarui's many benefits, Qinglian's originally restless mood gradually calmed down, and she no longer worried that she would lose her dear friend, because as long as she still remembers her past emotions, she will definitely not lost.Having figured this out, Qinglian's remaining thoughts are only to follow Jiarui's worries, toss and turn her mind, and worry about you with the king.

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After all, he was kneeling, and Qinglian, who had been injured for a long time, was naturally hard to support, but the ginseng soup that Wang Li gave Qinglian to drink before now lifted Qinglian's spirit, allowing him to clearly appreciate the current situation. Every moment of pain.In fact, Lantai has pills for calming the mind and calming the mind, which were created by Emperor Zi Ye to appease the tortured Yan Lan and relieve the pain. In fact, Wang Lida can let Qinglian take this medicine for calming the mind, and it is also possible to fall asleep. She escaped the piecemeal torture after being tortured like this, but the sly Wang Li served refreshing ginseng soup.

Qinglian, who had been kneeling for a long time, had lost all her emotions now, only the pain remained, and her body was full of pain, which couldn't be shaken off.I don't know how long I have been kneeling. In this quiet room, the lotus lamp is always on, and I don't know the time or the color of the sky.Although Qinglian was suffering, she didn't dare to get up to rest, for fear that Jiarui would come back the next moment and blame Wang Li.But what I suffered today is not light. From morning to now, Qinglian has experienced worry, sorrow, fear, and mental exhaustion. Besides, from eating last night to now, Qinglian has only eaten some porridge just now, so she has already knelt hard for a few days. At this hour, Qinglian had already exhausted her physical strength, and there were double images in front of her eyes. The lotus in the painting moved automatically without wind, and her body shook, and Qinglian fainted to the ground.

There is a lot of fog, and you don't know where you are when you are in it. A ray of music drifts by, like a little bit of fluorescent light scattered in the mist, giving people a direction to find before they get lost.I don't know how long I have been in a coma, it seems that the injuries on my body don't hurt too much, Qinglian lay on the ground and opened her eyes leisurely, her heart was empty, only the sound of the Xun, how familiar it was. Ah, the tone.

Unlike the loneliness and coldness heard on that moonlit night, which made people suddenly feel sad, but this time the music is clear and easy to follow.Qinglian sat up slowly, leaning her ears to the scattered timbre. As a musician, Qinglian was deeply attracted, not because of the melody, but because of the timbre.

What Zi Ye left behind for Yan Lan must be the holy medicine for healing. Qing Lian, who was attracted by the joy, slowly stood up. Although there was still some pain from pulling the wound, it was not as strong as it was when she was first blamed. The pleasing xun color draws Qinglian, who is introspective and ready for sin, to take a step forward.Didn't Wang Li say not to force it?The bamboo forest is the scenery of Lantai, so I shouldn’t be too blamed for going to Zhulin Jiarui these few days, I just went out to listen to the lost Xun sound last time, and I’ll be back in a while, Qinglian thought in her heart.

Qinglian gently opened the bead curtain and followed the sound of music. As a musician, Qinglian was very happy, but although he was always restrained, he was a teacher of famous masters, but he seldom heard other kinds of timbres. The music I heard has always been deeply in my heart, but it is a pity that I still lost the music so close. At this time, I heard Qinglian's joy again, and Qinglian secretly looked up at the leaked upstairs. The sky was dark, it must be night, Qinglian sneaked down downstairs with a fluke in mind, thinking that she just wanted to hear the truth.

Qinglian leaned on the railing and walked down the stairs slowly, the pearly light from each room overflowed, but the corridor was still dark and the surroundings were silent, Qinglian went downstairs carefully and walked out of the Lantai, lightly as if she didn't disturb anyone.

Qinglian stepped backwards and stepped out of the threshold of Lantai, and gently closed the door to go out. Looking around, it was misty, and it turned out to be really foggy. remote.The past few days have been warm in summer, the rain fell and stopped, and there was no wind all night. At this time, a heavy fog came down. The sky was dark, quiet and faint, and it was drifting towards places that were not seen around.Qinglian distinguishes the music, a piece of zither, like years, entangled with threads, entwined with Qinglian's thoughts, step by step towards the bamboo forest.

Due to the beauty of Xia Shui, the nine-curved long bridge was almost hidden in the water, and it was hard to tell where the road ahead was through the fog at night, but Qinglian still walked up it without hesitation.Qinglian is like this, usually she can endure and accept silently, but as long as it is for something she cares about, she can pursue it regardless of the consequences,