Qingchuan History

Chapter 250 Overnight at the Hall of Turning the Lanterns ([-])
It was just a peck, and the lips parted, but he didn't return to his original position.

Nostrils meet, the tips of the noses almost touching, he wraps his arms around her waist, looks into her eyes, and Ruan Xueyin will wake up from the sudden surprise attack.

After waking up, she was shocked immediately, and her brain forcibly operated, directing her to get up and leave again.

Still unsuccessful.The hand around his waist was tightly bound, unable to move at all.She retreated in vain, refused in vain, he exerted more force and then closed, the two of them were almost close together, the tips of their noses completely touched, their breaths intertwined, and their lips were only a few feet away.

"You have been away for ten days." He said, his voice was a little hoarse, and the scorching breath rushed towards her, as if he wanted to force those words into her skin, "I count the days every day, afraid that you will not come back. I miss you day and night, and I miss you so much. Without you in this palace, it seems that there are no four seasons. So I can’t let it go. I don’t want to let it go.”

She didn't even have time to digest the meaning of these words.

The cold fragrance like grass and trees like the deep sea came over again. At first, it was lightly pecked, then rolled, then lightly sucked, and finally poured into the mouth completely, causing ripples and gradually deepening like a whirlpool.

Ruan Xueyin felt that her whole body was also sucked into the whirlpool.Falling into the vortex, almost drowning, groping in the deep sea with both hands trying to catch even half a duckweed——

It was all sea water, floating up and down, helpless, and had nowhere to escape, so I could only forcefully push the high wall that blocked her in the whirlpool, that scorching heat, that solid chest.

The harder you push, the tighter the hoop.She had no way out, couldn't resist, gradually lost her strength, and was pulled all the way to the bottom of the sea by the more violent vortex.

And lost weight again.

He turned over and pressed her on the couch, the vortex was deep, the air was thin, and it suddenly became cold again.

The hair on the shoulders was cold, and then it was covered by scorching heat. The coolness went down, and half of the chest should be exposed in the air.

Fortunately, it is the warm pavilion.It's just coolness, not cold, but Ruan Xueyin still started to tremble, couldn't stop trembling slightly, her head was roaring, her breathing was hard to continue, her heart beat like a beating drum.

The coolness didn't continue down.

The vortex suddenly stopped, the violent sea water stopped stirring, and the scorching heat suddenly pulled away.

She was a little startled, she didn't know what day and night, or where she was, but subconsciously thought of one sentence: Can I go now?
And the third time I lost weight.

Completely weightless, the whole person was suspended in the air, and he hugged her horizontally.

The wind suddenly rose.It should be the sound of wind caused by his sprinting.

There was a lot of wind.Huhu scraped past the ears, from warm to cool and then to slightly cold.

She couldn't see the things around her clearly, the potted plants in the corridor quickly passed by her eyes, the gauze curtain also passed by, and the faces of the two palace maids at the door of the bedroom passed by even faster.

She didn't see their faces clearly, and she didn't see their expressions.

But they should all look up.

And she couldn't look directly at the people and things around her, couldn't think, couldn't react, and her whole body was shaking violently, not knowing whether it was cold or afraid.

Only he was safe around her.She reached out and grabbed his front, and buried her face completely in his arms.

The wind was louder.Not only the sound of the wind caused by walking, but also the sound of the airflow of the huge gauze curtain falling.

Sheer curtains on the broad marble steps.There are seven layers of gauze curtains in jade white.

Gu Xinglang hugged her and went to the depths of the bedroom step by step.And those gauze curtains, overlapping and indistinct, like the whiteness of falling snow and the moonlight, are laid down layer by layer, separating them from the winter night outside the door, halfway into the abyss, and the world of mortals.

The veil doesn't fall by itself.Naturally, someone is letting it go.Going up a step, falling one weight, and when the last light veil fell with a bang, the sound of the wind stopped, all the voices stopped, and she was finally no longer suspended in the air, no longer weightless, and her whole body touched the bottom softly——

This square bed is wider than the Zhexue Palace, this square is filled with his breath, it is warm and dry, like a tired bird returning to the forest.

She knows and doesn't know.Sure and not sure.She couldn't resist the whirlpool, couldn't catch the duckweed, she had no choice but to sink, but she always held a trace of unwillingness left.

Almost instinctively, she raised her hand to touch his chest again, trying to give him a final warning, a chance to repent, and give herself a moment.

He didn't want the opportunity at all.He took a deep breath, he grabbed her wrists and locked her on both sides, the jade and white dragon pattern brocade curtains fell down overwhelmingly, and his kisses also fell down overwhelmingly.

The night was deep and silent.

The closed windows block all the snow and moonlight from the world of mortals.Layer upon layer of hanging curtains block the song of warblers in spring and the swaying brocade curtains in the deep sky and water.

The two palace servants put down all the gauze curtains, and stood in front of the bedroom, forgetting about tonight and what eve.

The winter night is quiet, the dew is deeper, and the heavy curtain and fog block all sounds. You can't see the road, don't think about the past, this night is actually no different from any other night in the past.

But the difference is big.Almost 100 years have passed.The people in the Palace of Turning Lantern did not know how many dials they had changed.

They looked at each other, wide-eyed and small-eyed, [-]% shocked, [-]% ecstatic, and after a few rounds of silent exchange of emotions——

"What should we do now?"

"Do as the rules say."

"Then, shall I go to Master Diyan?"

"Or should I go?"

The eyes were exchanged again, and both of them felt that they couldn't control their legs.

"Together."

Di Yan stood still longer.

It's not that I didn't think of this possibility.but--

Can you greet us in advance for such a big event?
At least a hint?
Mrs. Jie Pei came here because of that letter, right?

Do something else can you change places?
This is the Hall of Turning the Lanterns.

He had a wooden face, feeling both honored and headache.This matter finally fell on him.This is the second time in a hundred years, the second time in the history of Daqi, the second time in the history of Qingchuan, and he has no choice but to become the second person in the long history of this century——

The second person directs the lighting.

"My lord, we two, you see—"

The implication is that the two of them have meritorious service, so naturally they should be included in the lighting team.

Diyan looked at them with a sullen face and couldn't help jumping for joy, sighed deeply that young people don't know how to feel sad, shook his head speechless, and said for a long time:
"Go get everyone up, first come, first served, a team of 20 people is formed, you know the rules. No. 20 is one, and you can't join if you want to. The fight is all about speed, and no one is allowed to complain."

The rules of the courtiers in the Palace of Turning Lanterns are all learned very well.Excellent means that from the understanding of each transaction to the specific execution, it is clear, precise, and complete.Among all the eloquent rules of the Wanlan Palace, there is only one that is learned but not enforced. No matter how well you learn it, you can only rely on luck——

Lights up.

For almost a hundred years, wave after wave of people who turned the tide of the palace came and went, and everyone learned to be sincere and distracted, because of the legendary color, and because of the half-cent that might be used one day, looking forward to a little luck——

A hundred years ago, the circle of lights on the main hall of Wan Lan was lit by Mrs. Ming, and the circle was lit up and then lit again for several years. , Any concubine can be continued.

The Tingxue Lantern has not been lit for nearly a hundred years, and most of the Qi people who saw Jidu’s night as day in those days are no longer alive, or are about to reach their final years (Note).

For the young people who will go to the top lights of the Turning Lantern Hall tonight, or the old people who have seen the lights of Tingxue light up nearly a hundred years ago but their vision and memory have been blurred, the coming moment is the same moment.

lifetime.

　Note: Qi Yi refers to a hundred years old.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)