Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

That afternoon, Zhou Qiao coaxed the child to sleep and handed it to the maidservant. She came to the lakeside alone and stepped into the viewing pavilion with jade pillar railings. The water was shimmering and the sky was sunny.

Looking at the light and shadow in the lake, the ripples rippling away, I don't know how many suns I have counted down in the past six months, and how many mornings have ushered in.

Leaning on the railing, a piece of green bamboo leaf fluttered down on her shoulder, took it off, and looked at the young veins absently, autumn has not yet arrived, but why have you withered early?

There was a trace of melancholy, a sigh, and she was lost in thought, but she didn't know that someone was walking towards her behind her.

"Why are you here alone?"

Nan Puyue said while walking up the stone steps.

Zhou Qiao was startled, and immediately stood up and looked at him and said, "When did the prince come back? Why didn't you notify me in advance?"

As he said that, he hurriedly walked to the stone table to pour tea for him, but he didn't expect that his fingers just touched the wall of the pot, and then he was surprised to remember that the tea set was left here the day before yesterday.

"Don't bother, I'm not thirsty." Nan Puyue said leisurely while sitting on the railing calmly.

She put down the teapot, and asked instead: "It's been a long journey, the prince has worked hard, I must have not eaten lunch, do you want me to cook some dishes for you?"

He shook his head: "No, I'm not hungry." As if he suddenly remembered something, he continued, "By the way, on the way back, I brought you some brocades from the Western Regions. You can go to the cloth shop to make them in your spare time. Some nice clothes."

The corners of Zhou Qiao's mouth curled up, and she replied with a smile, "Thank you, my lord, for taking your troubles."

That's what I said, but my heart is calm, and there is a trace of bitterness flashing between my eyebrows and eyes, who knows?

Her husband has a perfect face, a noble temperament, family background, power, wealth...all of them are full, and since they got married, he has always given her the best, rouge, gouache, silk, pearls, jade, agate, and even He even found out what she likes to eat. There is no doubt that such a husband is almost perfect.

However, he did not touch her alone. In his memory, the two of them had never even held hands.

There was a bitterness in her heart, and she was in pain, every time it was like this, the better he was to him, the more pain she would have.

Being nice to her means he apologizes for not touching her, doesn't it...

The crescent moon is curved and the night is slightly warm.

At night, Zhou Qiao stepped into the courtyard of Wanhua Pavilion anxiously. She seemed to still have the aftertaste of milk after feeding the baby, lingering on her body, disturbing her heart. Flickering in her mind, she can't let this kind of life go on.

Lifting her lowered head slightly, she found a maidservant in plain clothes standing in front of the study, holding a tray with a blue-glazed lotus-petal pattern in her hand, with a look of hesitation on her face.

"Ma'am, my lord, he..." Seeing Zhou Qiao coming forward, the servant girl breathed a sigh of relief as if seeing a life-saving straw. The lord doesn't like others to disturb her. She didn't dare to go in rashly, but she didn't dare to leave at will, so Caught in a dilemma.

"Understood." Seeing the reason, Zhou Qiao gently waved her hand to signal her to back down, then took the plate in her hand, pushed open the half-hidden door of the study with one hand, and opened her lips just as she wanted to call out, but she didn't want the silence of the room. came over her.

Nan Puyue was lying on the table, as if she was having a sweet dream, the window above her head was half open, and in the dark background, a crescent moon hung in the sky, the books on the table were half messed up, with the breeze caressing them from time to time, the paper pages were light Alas, the person on the case didn't realize it at all.

Zhou Qiao slowed down and walked softly to the desk.

Ruyu's complexion revealed lightness, and she closed her eyes handsomely and elegantly, Nan Puyue fell asleep as expected.

Gently put down the plate in his hand, picked up the white jade paperweight, pressed the paper pages that were blown by the wind, glanced at him, noticed his brows that were tightly locked in his sleep, and felt relieved.

Looks like I'm tired...

She couldn't help touching his furrowed eyebrows, smoothed them gently for him, stroked them with her fingers, and smoothed out his scattered black hair.

When he moved slightly, Zhou Qiao's heart trembled slightly.

Seeing that he was still awake, she let out a breath, found a fur coat behind the chair, and covered his shoulders, carefully covering every air gap, and was about to withdraw her hand, but unexpectedly, her hand was suddenly grasped by a force.

"Zhuge...Yi..." Nan Puyue whispered softly in her sleep.

This murmur was very soft, not as cold as usual, but a soft wind that wrinkled a pool of spring water, blowing into my heart with a three-point intoxicating tone, the vague voice revealed a trace of sadness, a trace of nostalgia.

Zhou Qiao was startled. After the shock, she wasn't sure if she heard it right, but no matter who he called, the three-character name was definitely not her. She looked at him blankly, as if her throat was blocked. , The chaotic thoughts suddenly stopped, and the brain went blank.

It turned out that he already had someone else in his heart.

I don't know how I walked all the way back to the dormitory, I only know that my heart is very chaotic, very chaotic.

The lights in the dormitory flickered, and a breeze brushed over her expressionless face, softly, but no matter how much it blew, the eyebrows between her foreheads could not be blown away.

This is the night she will sleep alone for the rest of her life.

Sitting in front of the vanity mirror, with her charming face attached, she has not changed at all, regardless of her figure or appearance after giving birth. She dare not say that she is very beautiful, but the charm contained in her eyebrows and eyes is a It's undeniable, but, what's the use of her beauty when guarding someone who doesn't care about her?

The courtyard outside the window is quiet, and no one would have thought that among the dense branches, there is a bunch of fiery red tall black shadows, and they will come here to look at each other from afar on many nights...

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The seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar is the Qiqiao Festival. On this night every year, the streets and alleys are lit up with lanterns, and it is surprisingly beautiful to be in it.

Although Nan Puyue was a bit cooler on weekdays, he knew that women liked romance in his bones, so he took the initiative to ask Zhou Qiao out to play on this kind of festival.

It was rare that he had the heart, and Zhou Qiao didn't agree with him. Tonight, she even dressed up specially.

She is wearing a green smoked sweater, a pleated skirt of water mist, and a thin veil of emerald water. Her face is like a lotus, her eyebrows are like willows, her eyes are more charming than peach blossoms, and her black hair is pulled into a high bun. The beauty is in a bun, the bright red lips are slightly raised, soft and boneless, three points of beauty, such a beautiful woman.

It has to be said that Zhou Qiao is definitely attractive when she dresses up, but seeing the young men on the street looking back frequently, if it weren't for the fact that there is someone next to her, someone must have boldly cast a glance at her.

And what about Nan Puyue?His popularity is even more optimistic, but all women who have seen him will be confused by his alluring appearance. Compared with Zhou Qiao, his beauty is beautiful and uncontaminated by the world, his natural eyebrows, his long and narrow eyebrows His wide eyes, the curvaceous bridge of the nose, and the lightly parted thin lips are all charming and charming. It has to be said that his face is almost perfect.