Qing Palace Dream Like Smoke·Moyu

Chapter 78

Walking through the corner of the corridor, Fulca saw Moyu standing by the pond outside the corridor at a glance.He was taken aback for a moment, then stopped, and stood at the foot of the steps looking at her silhouette standing silently in the night.She seemed very unhappy, frowning slightly, her expression looked extremely melancholy, and there were faint tears flickering on her pale face.She was crying, and he frowned.

The evening wind in early spring was still biting, but she didn't seem to feel anything, just stood there blankly, letting the wind blow her thin clothes, motionless.At this time, she was no longer the calm and calm woman who talked and laughed freely in the daytime. Under the cover of the night, what she showed unsuspectingly was loneliness, weakness and helplessness.From the first time I saw her, she has always been as bright as the morning sun. I have seen her mischievous and domineering, with a sweet smile, and I have seen her considerate, gentle and demure, but I have never seen her with such a sad expression. Can't help but think, for whom?There was a dull pain in my heart.

She suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, but this smile only felt utterly sad, just like the expression on the day when she was sheltering from the rain under the eaves, it made his heart involuntarily slightly involved. What was she thinking? There are too many things on her mind that she never reveals to others, making it impossible to guess why she is depressed and sad.Although she was close at hand, she felt so far away, let alone untouchable. It seemed that if she made a slight sound, she would suddenly disappear like smoke in this empty and cold night.

He held back the sigh in his heart, just looked at her quietly, unable to move another half step.Maybe we can only wait, he thought, until she wakes up from her dream.

In this oppressive and silent night, even the chirping of insects stopped, as if everything had come to a sudden standstill, silently, two figures one behind the other stood quietly in the mottled shadows, thinking of each other.

When her mood gradually calmed down, Mo Yu suddenly thought: "There is nothing that cannot pass, just like a wound, it will always heal, it's just a matter of time." When she thought this way, she felt that her heart was like a wound. A river shell slowly closed its hard double shell.Even if it's an escape, it just takes time, she thought.She smiled into the air, lowered her eyes, turned around and saw a figure standing still behind her, she was startled, then smiled again: "Fulza, is that you?"

Fulcha settled down, smiled and said: "The emperor is still discussing matters with Mr. Zhang and the others. I will check around here."

While Mo Yu nodded, he seemed to raise his hand casually to wipe away the tears on his face.

Fulcha looked at her, sighed slightly in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "Do you have something on your mind?"

Mo Yu froze for a moment, then smiled sweetly: "I have something on my mind, but I won't tell you." After thinking for a while, he said, "Maybe one day I will tell you, it depends on whether Mr. Nalan can wait. "In front of people, she became that lively and clever court lady again.

Seeing her expression turn around, Fuercha felt a little relieved, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will definitely wait until that day." Mo Yu laughed out loud.

"I think of the scene of you playing Tua in the teahouse, and you are like two people just now." As soon as the words came out, I couldn't help feeling a little regretful, I was afraid that I would accidentally touch her mind again.

But Mo Yu didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile, "Mr. Nalan, do you want to say that in your heart, I have always been a pungent person?" Think: "Whether it's true or not, this is better than seeing you cry."

Under the light, Mo Yu took out the cherry blossom hairpin, looked at the white jade cherry blossom on the hairpin, calmed down and thought, in fact, he was helping himself, the only blame was that he didn't know it, and there were so many such things hidden in his heart. She smiled mockingly: "How can I escape? This hairpin is a gift from him. I'm afraid I will wear it every day from now on. Can I escape?"

(End of this chapter)