Reborn superstar is too frivolous

Chapter 523 Fan Wai Emperor Zhou and Rong Yi

Snowflakes fell gently to the window.

The paulownia window is carved with fine patterns, and in front of the window is a small porcelain vase painted with landscape paintings, and a small pure white flower is inserted obliquely in the porcelain vase.

The snowflakes fell lightly on the petals of the little flower that were trembling by the wind, as if shivering in the cold wind.

A hand was placed on the wooden window.

That hand is as white as warm jade, even in the cold wind, there is a lustrous light.

The wooden window was gently closed by this hand.

The owner of the hand lightly touched the trembling little white petals, and there seemed to be a chuckle that seemed to be whispering.

"Brother!" A voice as clear as a bell came, and with the sound of the wooden door being pushed open suddenly, the cold wind also rushed in.

The girl who came in had just reached the age of Ji, with a sweet smile on her slightly round face.The hair is combed into double flat buns, fixed with cherry blossom hairpins, two strands of hair hang down from the temples, and the rest of the long hair is scattered behind her.

Paired with a cherry pink long skirt and white embroidered shoes, it looks innocent.

"Ying'er forgot again." The slender white figure by the window turned around lightly, the smile on his lips revealing a little indifferent helplessness.

"The one who should be called the emperor's brother."

That young man didn't seem to be in his prime yet, his eyes were like snow outside the window, and his eyes were like stars in the night.Thousands of words can't describe his beauty.

He was still holding the small porcelain vase in his hand, and there were dots of ink-stained patterns on his snow-white robe, and his long uncrowned hair with crow feathers seemed to blend with the ink on the robe.

Rong Ying looked at her again and still couldn't help thinking: This demeanor really deserves to be known as the most beautiful man in the capital.

Rong Yi lowered her eyes, and the hair on her sideburns fell gently, brushing across his jade-like face.

He put the vase back by the window without opening the window, and the jade-like jointed fingers lightly touched the small petals.

The force was gentle, but the petals seemed to be bullied miserably by him, trembling and looking pitifully tight.

Seeing this, Rong Yi's smile became more real, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were warm and soft.

Seeing his extremely gentle expression, Rong Ying teased and said with a teasing smile: "Brother Huang really loves Sister Bian..."

"Ying'er." Rong Yi scolded lightly, although it was a scolding, but the light-hearted emphasis seemed to be gentle comfort.

"Don't talk nonsense in the future, Miss Bian and I are innocent. Don't ruin Miss Bian's reputation."

Rong Yi lowered her eyes lightly, leaning against the window, looking at the small white flowers in the vase, there seemed to be little stars in her eyes.

When Rong Ying saw him trying to draw a clear line, she became very annoyed, "Brother Huang, what did you say to be innocent! You protect her flowers every day, and you say you don't care about it!"

Rong Yi was helpless, "Ying'er..."

Rong Ying pursed her pink and tender mouth, and muttered in her mouth: "Brother Huang didn't tell my younger sister the story of you and Miss Bian, and even said that you are not passionately in love..."

It was vinegar.

Rong Yi smiled and shook her head, gently pushed open the wooden window, and the cold wind blew into the warm room.

Snowflakes also floated in gently, and tremblingly fell on Rong Yi's long eyelashes and hair. Against the background of the snow, his appearance looked more like a figure like Xue Xian'er.

Rong Ying couldn't help but stare blankly.

Until Rong Yi's low and gentle voice sounded.

"I don't know if it's her." He lowered his eyes slightly.

Rong Ying has never seen such a gentle brother. Although the previous brothers were gentle with everyone, they were always gentle with a distance, and their eyes were all faint.

But now he seems to be trapped in a certain memory, and his whole body glows with warmth.

"What?" Rong Ying couldn't help answering.

"When I was young, my concubine took you and me to Lingyun Mountain to offer incense, do you remember?"

Rong Ying shook her head in a daze.

Rong Yi smiled and shook her head: "You were too young at that time to remember anything."

"So what happened? Brother met Sister Bian at that time, right?"

"At that time, the father had just succeeded to the throne, and the government was unstable. As the most favored concubine of the father, the concubine mother was inevitably targeted." Rong Yi gently touched the small petal and wiped off the small snowflakes on it, "I He was kidnapped and thrown to Lingyun Mountain. It was still snowing heavily at that time, just like today."

"Brother..." Rong Ying looked at the vast expanse of whiteness outside the window, her heart felt tight but she didn't know what to say.

"Forgot again, it's Brother Huang." Rong Yi smiled gently, "It's all over."

Rong Ying looked at that indifferent appearance, couldn't help leaning over and gently leaning on his shoulder.

Rong Yi didn't push away, and adjusted her posture to make her lean more comfortably.

"I woke up that day in a cave, and it was a little girl who saved me. She told me that I had a fever, and... helped me to warm up." Rongyi's voice was a bit unnatural when she said it at the end.

Rong Ying didn't notice anything wrong, she still leaned on his shoulder and listened quietly.

"I remember that I cried extremely badly at that time, and that little girl ran outside and picked a small white flower for me to play with." Rong Yi touched the small petal.

"After being taken care of by her for three to five days, when I was found by my mother, I promised to be grateful, but... I couldn't find her."

Rong Ying raised her head and saw her brother looking out the window, the snow scene was clearly printed in those eyes, and the white snow seemed to melt into his eyes.

"So sister Bian is the little girl who saved my brother back then?"

"I don't know." Rong Yi smiled wryly.

It was the first time that Rong Ying saw this kind of expression on her brother's face.

"Why don't you know?"

"That day I saw Miss Bian's silk handkerchief fell on the rockery, so I fetched it for her. She... gave me this little flower."

Rong Yi lowered her eyes, looked at the little flower in the bottle that seemed to be stained with jade dew, her eyes looked far away, as if she was recalling.

"That's it!" Rong Ying was very happy, she got up from Rong Yi's shoulders, and touched the little white petals, "Sister Bian is the most beautiful woman in the capital! Brother Huang happens to be the most beautiful man too! You two are just a match ! This is a god-sent fate!"

"Ying'er..." Rong Yi was helpless, just as he was about to say that he was not sure about telling her not to go out and say that the bad girl was innocent, the wooden door that had just been closed was opened again.

To be precise, kick.

The moment the cold wind came in, Rong Yi felt something was wrong.

He didn't have time to think about it, and pushed Rong Ying out of the window with the fastest speed in his life.

There is thick snow under the window, and people who fall into it can't see the figure at all.

Rong Ying's consciousness came to her when she felt her whole body was frozen. She just wanted to scream, but she heard voices from inside the room.

It was the sound of iron armor walking.

"The Tenth Prince, right?" A very hoarse voice.

"Exactly." My brother's voice was as calm as ever.

"Our Majesty has conquered the world, and the dog emperor has committed suicide in the Golden Palace. If you are sensible, follow us obediently."

That voice was very cold, but no matter how cold it was, it couldn't compare to the coldness in Rongying's heart.

Win the world?Dog Emperor?suicide?
Rong Ying's whole body seemed to be frozen in the snow.

When she regained consciousness and felt no warmth in her body, she stiffened and crawled in through the window.

The interior is full of warmth.

Dispelling the cold on Rong Ying's body, but not the cold in her heart.

She sat on the wooden floor blankly, her bun was messed up, dripping water was dripping on her body, and one of the cherry blossom hairpins was missing from her bun.

Rong Ying didn't respond at all.

After a long time, she got up from the ground, saw the little white flower in the porcelain vase on the window, and touched it with trembling hands.

She tightly held the small porcelain vase that still had the last trace of her brother's remaining warmth in her hands, and the veins on her pale hands were bulging.

The small figure curled up on the ground, just like curled up in his brother's arms when he was a child.

Finally couldn't help breaking down and crying.

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Rong Yi was taken to the cell.

This was what he expected.

He had known for a long time that such a day would come, but he didn't expect this day to come so soon, so fast that he couldn't even make arrangements for his only remaining relatives.

Rong Yi was locked in the dungeon. He didn't know how many days he was locked up. There was no window in the cell where he was, and no light could penetrate.

His spirits tense.

He ignored the sounds of beatings and scolding coming from the surrounding cells every day.

The food delivered every day was rancid and cold, so he didn't care about it, he just drank some porridge.

He has to live, he has to live, he still has a sister who needs to be protected, and he has not yet determined whether Miss Bian is his savior.

Relying on such a thought, Rong Yi held on for an unknown amount of time.Even if there are different people coming to humiliate and beat him every day, even if gradually those people will let him out and make him do rough work that lowly people would do.

Rong Yi knew that in this kind of place, pride and dignity must never be displayed.

He became more and more taciturn, and his jade-like hands were gradually covered with red marks from frostbite.He did whatever the jailer arranged for him, and he endured no amount of humiliation.

He needs to be alive.

He has to live.

The scar in his heart had already leaked pus, he mended it over and over again, and just ignored it.

But how can you not care.

From the first son of the capital to the most humble prisoner.

No one can bear it.

But he survived.

Rong Yi felt that time seemed to have passed for a long time.

He survived until now, but was crushed by the last straw.

It was Rong Ying's body.

Rong Ying starved to death.

She was thrown into a cell.

Rong Yi collapsed.

He hugged Rongying and muttered to himself.

Like crazy.

The jailers all said that this is all right, the number one young master is afraid that he will kill himself.

Some people say that it's better to kill yourself, and it's better to kill yourself than to suffer now.It's good to go with his dog emperor father.

Rong Yi also felt very good.

His pride was crushed into mud, and his muscles and bones have also been smashed to pieces.

His only thought, his only thought, his sister was gone.

His last reason in this world is gone.

Rong Yi has followed the rules for half his life, but he is actually not reconciled, he hugged his sister's already stinking corpse and thought, I should die with great vigor.

I should die vigorously.

The first son, living vigorously, should die vigorously.

He studied how he should die in a daze, and seemed to be awake.

Then he really woke up.

Because another hope came to him.

Bian Liuguang was imprisoned next door to him, and the Qingcheng girl was so strong that she would comfort him even if she was about to cry.

Rong Yi didn't care.

It's going to die anyway.

But she called him over and quietly stuffed a wilted little white flower into his hand.

The petals of the little flower are about to fall apart.

Rong Yi's heart seemed to be healed gradually by this little flower.

He raised his eyes, and those eyes that could emit a little bit of starlight even in places without light looked at the girl who was smiling brightly.

She has lost a lot of weight, and the thin clothes on her body are also baggy, but her small face is still beautiful, and her eyes are also shining.

Good thing she's still alive.

Rong Yi felt that she had found a reason to persist in living again.

Quietly and carefully, he pinched the little white flower in his hand.

He thought that he needed to protect her for the rest of his life.

Later, Rong Yi found out that she didn't need to protect her, because another man was protecting her to death.

The first time I saw Emperor Zhou was when he was about to be beheaded.

At that time, Bian Liuguang had already been named a beauty, and she was the first and only favorite in the palace.

Rong Yi is not afraid of death, he even desires to die.

The first son lost his pride, he deserved to die.

Without pride, what's the point of living?

He knew he was going to die, so he was different from others.Everyone was begging grandpa to sue grandma, crying with tears all over his face, but his face was expressionless, and his eyes were still as bright as stars.

Rong Yi knew that Emperor Zhou was in front of him, so he didn't look up.It doesn't matter whether you look at it or not.

But the man came over.

The bright yellow robe appeared in his sight.

This is a familiar color.

Rong Yi still didn't look up.

But the man told him to look up.

He obeyed.

Emperor Zhou looked like a type that Rong Yi had never seen before. Everyone said that the tenth prince looked like Pan An, but Rong Yi felt that the person in front of him was much prettier than him.

This is his enemy, and he deserves to hate him.

It's a pity that I can't hate it anymore.

When Emperor Zhou was caught by that look, his pupils darkened, and he turned and left.

Rong Yi didn't care if the yellow robe left her sight.

But what he didn't expect was that Emperor Zhou pardoned him.

Among the hundreds and thousands of people, he was the only one who was pardoned.

Rong Yi couldn't tell whether he was happy or not, he thought that he might be able to protect Bian Liuguang for a while longer.

The piano pavilion is very broken.

It doesn't feel like an elegant place at all.

It's just an ordinary cabin with a small yard behind it.

The snow gradually increased.

Not to mention the earth dragon in the wooden house, there is no carbon in the pot, and it is so cold to the bone.

Rong Yi has gradually gotten used to this temperature, he tidied up the dilapidated house, and covered the air leaks in the wooden house with wooden planks.

This is gradually decent.

He lived here for several days, only the eunuch who delivered food every day, no one else.

The food was better than before. Although it was still cold, it was not sour after all. It could barely be swallowed after it was warm in the mouth.

Rong Yi is like this every day.

There is nothing to do, no entertainment.

He didn't care, he found an adobe and made an earthen porcelain vase with snow melt water, and then gently put the fallen white flowers in it.

Today, the snow is getting smaller.

Others came too.

It's Bian Liuguang.

Bian Liuguang's current appearance seems to have returned to his former life of rich clothes and good food.

Fei Tianji combed her black hair up high, with a few jade hairpins and golden steps inserted obliquely on it.The fabric of her clothes is excellent, light and warm.She was wearing a big fur, and the brim of the hat was fluffy, which made her small face more delicate.

She is getting fatter.

Rong Yi bowed to her.

Bian Liuguang frowned, wanted to go up to help, but dared not, "Your Highness..."

"Speak carefully." Rong Yi raised her eyes to look at her, the stars in those eyes were still bright, although the words were reprimanded, they were gentle and tight.

Bian Liuguang couldn't refuse this look at all, she hurriedly looked away, and handed the things she brought to him.

"This is the best Tongmuqin."

"Thank you."

The very alienated conversation became a little warmer because of Rong Yi's gentle eyes.

Bian Liuguang felt very warm.

She hastily put down another quilt and a big fur that looked warm, and left after saying that she would come again next time.

Rong Yi watched her back disappear into the snow, and the white snow was reflected in his eyes, which were unbelievably bright.

Neither of them noticed the bright yellow figure behind the rockery.

The next day Rong Yi felt that she was being targeted.

His quilt was splashed with water, the food was kicked over, and the small porcelain vase made of mud was broken.

The little flower was run over by someone, and there is still some dust on it.

Rong Yi was silent, he squatted down, gently lifted a petal with his much rougher hands, brushed the dust on it, and picked them up one by one.

Then put it in your own sachet.

Another day, the sachet disappeared.

Rong Yi was also called.

The shabby white shirt on his body didn't match the resplendent palace in front of him at all, but he calmly walked in with his back straightened.

Emperor Zhou sat in the highest position.

The coercion was firmly pressed down, but Rong Yi didn't respond at all.

He bent over and knelt.

This was the first thing he learned in the palace.

He knelt for a long time.

Kneeling until his legs were numb, he didn't move, and he didn't lift his head.

He didn't know what Zhou Di was doing now, nor did he understand Zhou Di's purpose today.

He just knelt quietly.

He knelt down and couldn't get up.

Rong Yi vaguely saw a bright yellow figure.

The figure kept swaying in front of his eyes, his eyes were dizzy, and suddenly he slapped him, and there seemed to be some whispers around him that he didn't know anymore.

When he wakes up from a drowsy sleep, a eunuch passes an order telling him that he needs to prepare well for tomorrow's program to welcome foreign countries.

Oh, this is trying to humiliate him in front of other countries.

Rong Yi is not afraid.

He drank the medicine and fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, the fever was still there and he didn't say a word.

It was only when he walked up to the hall with the piano in his arms that he became slightly sober.

The people around looked at the young man in front of them with amazed eyes.

The young man is tall and tall, dressed in white like a fairy in a painting, his eyes are like snow, his lips are like frost, he is a perfect beauty.

That song shocked everyone.

Including Emperor Zhou.

After Rong Yi finished playing, before she finished playing, she lost consciousness.

Now Emperor Zhou should get his wish.

It was his last thought before he lost consciousness.

He was still in the cabin when he woke up, and there was no one around.

Before he even had time to drink the medicine, he was summoned by the eunuch.He also asked to hold the piano.

Afterwards, there was a song in the snow, which completely broke Rong Yi's body.

When Rong Yi watched Bian Liuguang crying so hard that he couldn't help himself, he realized that he wasn't even a bit heartbroken.

My own heart must be gone.

After Rong Yi returned to the wooden house, she never came out again.But he could hear a few eunuchs and maids at the door talking about how His Majesty doted on Bian Liuguang and treated Bian Liuguang well.

Rong Yi felt a little funny.

Yet inexplicably relaxed.

Such an arrogant person like Emperor Zhou even made people run to his door to show his affection, so he probably really loves Bian Liuguang.

It's good that someone can take good care of her.

Rong Yi felt that she should go.

My sister is still waiting for him on Huangquan Road.

He felt that he still had to go vigorously.

So he called Zhou Dilai.

Walking in the snow is quite romantic.It would be nice to meet the Ninth Five-Year Lord again before leaving.

The snow fell harder and harder, gradually burying his figure, and the poisonous wine gradually corroded his internal organs, and the pain made him unable to breathe.

Rong Yi grasped the snow under her body tightly.

His body temperature was so low that Xue felt warm.His consciousness gradually blurred, and before his consciousness finally disappeared, the bright yellow figure appeared before his eyes again.

"You are not allowed to die..."

It was the voice of Emperor Zhou.

But it was different from the usual arrogance or majesty, it was a sadness that Rong Yi had never heard before.

Like a desperate child.

"I won't let you die!"

Rong Yi, who was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, felt her face being pressed against a warm place.

What happened to Emperor Zhou... This question can no longer move Rong Yi.

In the heavy snow, this amazingly talented but less than half-life young man quietly left.

The snow is getting bigger.

Snowflakes gradually overwhelmed people.

It formed a human-shaped snow sculpture-like shape.

It seemed that there were two people, one was protecting the other with absolute protection.

Snow stopped.

……

In the first year of the Zhou calendar, Emperor Zhou was in a daze and did not go to court. He drank heavily every day and hugged a stinking corpse.The court was unstable, Bian Meiren stepped forward and pulled back Emperor Zhou, and then assisted Emperor Zhou, and was named Concubine Liang.

In the third year of the Zhou calendar, Concubine Liang gave birth to a prince, who was named Jianyi by Emperor Zhou.

In the fifth year of the Zhou calendar, Concubine Liang gave birth to a princess, who was named Nianyi by Emperor Zhou.

In the next few years, the name of the son born to the concubine Liang must have the word "Yi", which has deeply puzzled various archaeological historians.

　Afterwards, there is still a Zhou Emperor's perspective (possibly), because many things have not been clarified.

　　Because the history and the script certainly cannot be exactly the same.Therefore, in the eyes of historians, Rong Yi should be the character in the script, so it is somewhat different from the real history.

　　Rong Yi herself was really optimistic.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)