box of hearts

Chapter 99
Sitting on the bed and spreading the tent, having a cup of acacia.The strong and sweet smell of acacia incense filled the entire wedding room. Red candles were burning high on a pair of copper candlesticks tall for one person. Accompanied by the turbulent shadows on the pepper wall, which then gradually subsided, the burning became dwarfed, dwarfed, and filled with Hanging candle tears, red as blood clots.

The Wandai gourd, which was covered with layers of bright red brocade mantles, entered the marriage bed five times, while Qiao Yun climbed down and sat down on the ground without a single strand of hair.From the bed behind her came the sound of the girl's soft breathing in her dream. In all fairness, she could be regarded as a charming little bride, pure and gentle, charming and delightful. To any nervous groom, she would be like heaven Drop the pie.But Qiao Yun was neither surprised nor pleased, he only said what should be said and did what should be done with a heart that was neither too fast nor too slow, and all of the thousands of beauties were just acting - just like a prostitute.

Thinking of this word, Qiao Yunze's hand touched his chest unconsciously, and the old fake jade pendant was still tied around his neck.He brushed the red silk rope with the edge of his finger, clasped the bluestone pendant in the palm of his hand, and then his lips raised an inch mockingly.He knew that Zhang Yanshu had secretly sent someone to monitor his every move since the day he promised to marry—because he had a "conviction record".He honestly stayed in the Hanlin Academy every day, and had abstained from sexual intercourse for a whole year from his engagement to today's marriage.But these things don’t matter at all, anyway, there is no difference between him and his right hand, or any other woman, since the lover in his heart has passed away, that woman who said something strange about "Ye Gong loves dragons" is nothing but mad The walking dead who live shamelessly are the sores on his dignity.God knows what the word "dignity" means to a prince who was wrongly born into a low caste. It means that he can sacrifice all human dignity for dignity, just as he sacrificed the love of this life in exchange for a flawless eternity.

The gods and Buddhas all over the sky testify that he is not talking nonsense, what he is talking about is the truth, and this is the truth of his love that has been forever and forever.

"Qingtian..."

Qiao Yun murmured, the tendons in his hands holding the pendant twitched, and two hot tears ran across his stone-like cheeks.On the happiest wedding night of his life, he mourned his dead love with all his heart.

The wax torch is exhausted, and everything red falls into eternal night.

4.
At night, it seems that the mind is boundless, but there are always dreams and stones going around in circles, piercing through the sky and hitting someone's heart fiercely.

Qingtian exclaimed and sat up on the bed covered in cold sweat.She dreamed of Qiao Yunze, he was wearing the groom's auspicious attire, and he was holding a bride with a gaixia. She couldn't see the appearance of the bride, but she could hear giggling from under the hijab.She looked at them, already full of tears, and pointed at Qiao Yun and shouted over and over again: "Let me see your heart! Let me see your heart!" He rolled up his thin lips and smiled, and put his hands He dug it into the heart, tore apart the muscles and bones, and brought the bloody hand in front of her. There was a red thread and a green pendant in the palm of the open hand.The moment he saw the pendant, Qing Tian realized something.She shivered and woke up.

Tears were streaming down his face, and he raised his hand to wipe them away, thinking about the scene in his dream in a daze, when he suddenly heard footsteps.Mu Yun came to the bedside with a bowl of tea, and took a look, "The girl is really awake." She smiled and handed the tea into her hand, picked up the towel that fell at the foot of the bed, pressed it into the ice bucket to cool down Zhen, "The third master is here."

Qing Tian took a sip of the tea, feeling dizzy, "Third Master? Which Third Master?"

"Prince Regent." Mu Yun stood up and wiped the cold towel over Qing Tian's forehead and face, "The lord told me to come in and take a look. If the girl is awake, he will come in and take a look; if she is still asleep, he will come in and take a look." I left. It happened that the girl woke up, so I asked the third master to come in. "

"Don't!" Qingtian screamed suddenly, and the bowl of tea in her hand fell to the ground, she realized her gaffe, and said in a low voice: "Don't, don't ask the third master to come in... "

Apparently heard the movement outside, a familiar voice called her as if waking up a dreamer: "Qingtian?"

Immediately afterwards, Qingtian caught a glimpse of the projection on the curtain of golden branches and green leaves.She propped herself up at once, her hands fluttered, and she only hit the silver curtain hook, but she was so soft that she leaned to the side, supported the bed cover with one hand, and pointed at it with the other hand, her face was reddened, and she was panting heavily. speechless.Mu Yun was stunned for a moment, and already understood, she quickly took off the curtains on both sides and closed them sloppily.

Behind the tent covered with gold and flowers, Qing Tian retreated to the corner of the bed, only to hear Mu Yun call out "Third Master, girl—" from outside the bed, and then fell silent.After that, there was a moment of suspense, as if Mu Yun took away the broken tea bowl at the foot of the bed and walked out quietly.Qingtian's heart was beating wildly, because she smelled the sea breeze before seeing the sea, she knew that he was already at the bedside; his oppressive breath could be heard very close.

She held out her slightly trembling hands to firmly grasp the gap in the tent, for fear that he would try to lift the tent.But there was no movement outside for a long time, and it was quite a while before I heard him call out "Qingtian—" again, the voice was not loud, calm and steady, "It's been more than a month since I left in a hurry that day, I should have come here earlier, It's just that the government affairs have been busy for more than ten days, and I can't get away from it. Every day, I have to do things in the middle of the night, and I heard that you are sick. I'm afraid that I will disturb your rest. It's not too early today, but if you have time I don’t know that it will be a few days later, I really want to come and take a look at you, let me take a look at you.”

After hearing his words, Qingtian covered the bed even more tightly, and his half-hoaring voice was hushed but urgent: "Qingtian just feels a little sick occasionally, and it's not a serious problem. Please worry about the third master. The patient's breath is filthy and unclean. I'm afraid I'm offending the third master, so please come back first."

There was a short pause outside the curtain, and he said again: "Since I know you are sick, I don't think you are sick. I came to see you, and I came to see your illness. Open the curtain."

Qingtian turned sideways, almost twisting the curtains into a bunch, hanging his entire upper body weight to press his forehead inside, "Third Master, it's really because I have been ill for a long time, my appearance has decayed, and my ugly face is unsightly. You understand."

There was no reply for a long time, and then there was a sigh, but without a trace of sadness, "Qingtian, I am not Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, why do you need to be Mrs. Li[5]? Counting, we have known each other for more than a year." , This year, I asked myself and tried my best. To this day, if you still have no affection for me, then you can just show it with a sick face, look weak, love to relax, love to be merciful, just cut off my thoughts. If you If you have the slightest bit of love for me, you should 'try' with a sick face, if I turn around and leave when I see it, you're asking for 'never parting forever', so you can stop thinking about it yourself."

Qingtian was in a daze, and most of the people were still immersed in the nightmare just now, but at this moment, it seemed as if there was a bang, and he suddenly woke up, his mind was extremely clear.She was stunned for a while, and then slowly slipped down with her hands holding onto the curtain.

Then there was another hand, and it penetrated shallowly.

The moment the tent was opened, sporadic candlelight leaked in, causing Qingtian to blink.In the backlight, there is a body that is dreamed of, and a face that is always in memory.Light gold gauze gown, long herring belt, she is thin, but very energetic, her chin is clean-shaven, and her expression is clear.Qingtian didn't know if it was an illusion, she saw that Qi She's eyes were slightly red, but her own tears had already filled her eyes, and she couldn't see anything anymore.

Qi She just closed the tent with one hand and stood quietly in front of the bed. There was a strong smell of medicine in the bed, and a silk quilt was piled up in a mess. Qing Tian, ​​who was sitting under the quilt, was wrapped in a half-worn white silk long gown, with dry hair. The cheeks were sunken, the eye sockets were sunken and dark because of the thinness, and the only brilliance on the whole face was the reflection of tears.She kept weeping and staring at him with almost startled eyes.These days, he has been experiencing violent coups day and night, and it is the same now. His rationality, which has always been good at calculating, is being reversed by the crazy counterattack of emotion, and his most basic judgment has also been lost: there is no harmony in this world. Bad, beautiful and ugly, there is only her, completely and truly her.Qi She was sure it was her, the flower on his blade.

He hung the net on the half-moon hook, sat down against the edge of the bed, and spread his arms.

Just like the fall of the city, Qingtian fell into his arms as soon as he fell into his arms, crying so much that every joint was shaken, it was also the surviving life after the coup.She had asked herself over and over again, is he real, is he fake?It can be seen that the moment he saw him—it was the powerlessness of poetry before the iron hoof, and the paleness of words before blood—the regime in her heart was controlled by a frail scholar, and after the storm, it was radically and thoroughly carried out by a general on horseback. overthrow.After that, she shaved her hair and made clothes easier to wear, and changed her mind.

Qingtian burst into tears and burst into tears, half a lifetime of tossing, bitterness, sorrow, forbearance, half a lifetime of crimes and punishments, heart-breaking drops, all blood—so much and so much blood that was necessary for each dynasty change, not a single drop. Poor, everything is dedicated to the chest of the new emperor.

Qingtian kept crying, crying Ye Qianzhong, until he fell asleep, tears still streaming down.Qi She put her on the pillow, covered the quilt, stretched out his hand and touched her forehead, it was hot like a piece of burning coal.

There was a sudden meow at his feet, and when Yu didn't know when he got in, he raised his face and yelled at him "meow-meow-" continuously.Qi She let out a "hush", but Qing Tian on the bed had already started to writhe, closed his eyes and murmured in a dazed way: "Wumu, Wumu, Neleluota? The only one left is Ni Yiganzi, God! Xiaonan is afraid, Xiaonan is afraid of heart waves, Wumu..."

(End of this chapter)