The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 113 Burning like a fire for nine days (one more)
The people in the hall were delighted by the heavy snow outside the hall, and they took a look regardless of the cold wind. The fiery red light seemed to dispel the temperature brought by the wind and snow. There was only joy in their hearts. The pure white snow reflected the red lanterns. A lot of joy.

But the people waiting outside the hall were shivering with cold, especially those dancers, who only wore very thin clothes to perform their dance.

A group of dancers huddled together to warm each other, with only one exception.

The octagonal palace lanterns are inlaid with colored glass, the curtains dance with light gauze, the golden cups and jade cups present delicious wine and delicacies, and the luxuriously dressed palace ladies are in full bloom, all of which are luxurious and extravagant.

It is such a luxurious place, but there is one person, dressed in blue-gray clothes, and it is abruptly cold.

Lin Yu listened to the sighs of everyone in the hall, and looked at the heavy snow falling in front of him. He was holding his most beloved lyre, which has been soaked by his blood again and again recently. Even if it has been wiped, it still smells of blood. .

He didn't have the heart to appreciate Xue, he was waiting, waiting for the concubine to call, tonight was the last song, and he was relieved after playing.

He has already thought about it, and he will leave after tonight, as far away as possible.

"Hi!" "Wow!"

The sound of inhalation was accompanied by a shocked sigh: "Oh my god, is that the imperial concubine?"

The man who was about to become a sculpture finally moved. He followed the line of sight of everyone, and his pupils trembled slightly.

In the heavy snow, someone dressed in red and stepped on the snow. Her body was as red as blood, her hair was loose, and she was only slightly bundled with a ribbon, and she was still holding a piano in her arms.

The bright color is very conspicuous in the snow, like red plums blooming in the snow.

Lin Yu saw the piano in her hand and suddenly understood that she didn't need his accompaniment.

It should be said that her purpose was never to let him accompany him.

Ye Wanwan came and stopped at Fengxue's door, not intending to step in.

Raising his hand, he eased the tether of the cloak, the cloak fell, and the red dress was blown flying, like a cluster of burning flames, still burning scorchingly in the ice and snow.

The red skirt was flying, but she spun around and sat on the ground, the skirt was flying, and the long qin fell on her knees.

A simple hand plucked the strings, and one syllable shattered the snowflakes.

"Clearly!"

The sound of the piano, like a drum beat, vibrated the heartstrings, and then suddenly stopped, and then the piano sounded, as if the strings shattered ten thousand snowflakes.

The sound of the piano is cold, bone-piercingly cold, as if the Saibei cold knife pierces the ice and snow, with killing intent, it should have been a song of killing, but she has added countless gorgeous embellishments, magnificent and domineering, like a man in a brocade robe. General, kill the Quartet on the battlefield, and then return home, majestic and gorgeous.

The most difficult piece of music is the meaning of the song, not only to understand the meaning of the song, but also to read people's hearts.

Lin Yu stared at the flames in the snow, hating why he had to understand.

Ye Guifei. She is like a poisonous existence.

It was said to be a dance, but Concubine Ye did not dance from the beginning to the end, but if it was said that there was no dance, the skirt flew like a raging fire for nine days, and the snow all over the sky danced with it.

A feast of unbelievable beauty.

At the end of the song, people leave, and the lingering sound lingers around the beam.

A song in the snow, magnificent.

Not everyone can understand the mood in that song, but anyone who can understand half of it can feel a dull pain in the heart, all the unwillingness and resentment are drawn out and fill their hearts, and they can't breathe.

Concubine's things are very expensive, no one can appreciate it for nothing, not to see regret, but to see pain.

This song is not desolate and sad, but magnificent and magnificent.

Ye Wanwan never appeared at the banquet again, and no one mentioned or talked about this song.

After the banquet, there is a New Year's Eve, and everyone sits together until midnight.

The fireworks in the palace were in full bloom and gorgeous. When everyone's eyes were attracted by the fireworks, Zhao Yi turned and left.

"Your Majesty." Leng Yunqing reached out to catch Zhao Yi, she knew where he was going, he was going to find Ye Wanwan's, that demon girl who had hooked the emperor's soul since she played the piano, is absent-minded.

It's a pity that Zhao Yi walked in a hurry, as if he didn't hear her call and left quickly.

Today is the New Year, he went to see Concubine Ye, what kind of queen is her?
Seeing this, Concubine Liu Xian couldn't help laughing mockingly. The Empress was nothing more than that, but she wasn't very happy. After all, she was one of the people who was crushed by Concubine Ye Gui.

Zhao Yi was full of emotion and couldn't wait to meet Ye Wanwan. He knew why, he wanted to love her well and completely turn her into his woman.

However, Ye Wanwan fell ill.

In the heavy snow, wearing only a few clothes and playing a song, it's no wonder if you don't get sick.

After playing the tune, she started to have a fever. She drank the medicine early to rest, and by this time she had already woken up.

"Wanwan." Zhao Yi sat beside the bed and called Ye Wanwan, reached out to hold her hand, eyes full of infatuation, he had a strong smell of wine, and he was already a little drunk.

"Why are you so stupid, you have to toss yourself in the snow, are you trying to make me feel guilty?"

Ye Wanwan looked at him lightly: "I did it myself, what's the deal with the emperor?"

Zhao Yi sighed: "I just want you to be soft, why are you so stubborn? That's all, I won't force you in the future."

Saying that, she leaned over to kiss him, but Ye Wanwan pushed him away, then sat up: "It's late at night, it's time for the emperor to go back to rest."

How could Zhao Yi leave?

"I'll be with you tonight."

"Chen and concubine have caught the cold, and it would be bad to pass it on to the emperor."

"You think I'm as squeamish as you? I can't help me with this little bit of cold."

Does this mean that you will never give up until you reach your goal?

Ye Wanwan raised her hand to push her back, and Zhao Yi grabbed her hand, his eyes narrowed and angered: "You always push back, you just don't want me to favor you, right?"

Ye Wanwan didn't speak, and Zhao Yi suddenly became angry: "Ye Wanwan, you are Zhen's woman!"

Ye Wanwan twitched the corners of her lips: "Your Majesty forgot, the night when your concubine entered the palace, you lifted my hijab and threw it aside, telling me not to be delusional."

"I abandoned it like a pair of shoes, how can I pick it up now? I was tortured by illness, laughed at by everyone, life is better than death, why do you have a trace of pity?"

Ye Wanwan asked very calmly, she didn't even think it was a questioning, she just stated a fact calmly.

Zhao Yi looked at her, not knowing what to say for a while, he also remembered the night Ye Wanwan entered the palace, he entered the palace, she was nervous and shy sitting on the bed, and when he lifted the hijab she was also blushing His face was full of light, and his eyes were shining. He remembered that she liked him at that time. Since childhood, she had always wanted to be his concubine. How could she not like him?

But at that time, he dismissed her, smothered the light in her eyes with his own hands, made her resentful, and wanted her to turn against the queen mother, but he succeeded, and in the end she hated him too.

The step he took at will, but it has become the regret of today.

(End of this chapter)