Chen Palace

Chapter 60

Chaimen hears the barking of the dog, returns home on a snowy night...

On this snowy New Year's Eve day, even if I don't have to worry about the cold couch in thatched hut, I would like to join hands with you and leave the past behind.

——Qing Min.

It was already evening, the window paper was reflected brightly by ice and snow, Qingmin stood up and looked down from the top of the pavilion.

The snow on the street is just beginning to fall, and it is still white. There are not many pedestrians, in twos and threes, all of them are rushing home with their new year's goods in their hands.In the windows of each street and household, there is light from candles, dotted with stars, trivial, but warm.

She stretched out her hand and pushed the window open, a burst of cool air, mixed with the smell of fireworks from firecrackers, rushed towards her face.

In the distance, children's hilarious nursery rhymes are vaguely heard——

When the New Year comes, melons and fruits are sacrificed to the stove, girls want flowers, boys want guns...

Qing Min listened intently, and burst out laughing, with tenderness and sadness between her brows.

When she was young, she used to sneak out of the palace. At that time, she heard this ballad in the market.

The sound of this ballad is like yesterday, who would have thought that there has been an interval of 26 years?

She sighed softly, looking downstairs at the flow of people returning from drinking in the "Cui Se Building", feeling infinitely melancholy——

This half-life has been full of ups and downs, joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, countless times, traveling outside the Great Wall, drowning in the capital, but I can't get used to it, except when I am old, I am alone.

If Xuan Min was still alive and by her side, then she would not be afraid of any kind of hell.

However, 25 years ago, she had already been swallowed up by that treacherous palace, and she never appeared again.

25 years...

She picked up the bronze mirror and looked at her own face. Even though she was still beautiful, there were still a few fine lines around her eyes—as time went on, she was no longer the Qingmin Empress with a delicate and beautiful face, crowning the capital.

She smiled wryly in her heart, but continued to look at it through the mirror.

If Xuan Min was still alive, would she have grown up like this?

She thought of the innocent and lovely smiling face of her twin sister, and she couldn't help feeling a sharp pain in her heart. With her slender fingers, she held it hard, almost piercing her palm.

A cold north wind blew out of the window, and the singer downstairs played a melodious song——

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an,
Beauty is like a flower across the clouds...

This prosperous Huayin was originally as excellent as a cracked rock breaking the dawn, but there were very few drinkers, and at the end of the song, it added a bit of sadness and desolation out of nowhere.

When she heard this old palace song, she couldn't help crying when she remembered the scene when she was 12 years old and watched the new champion with her sister.

The wind got stronger, and the room was filled with desolation, the sky gradually darkened, and gradually, snow began to float again.

The pure white snowflakes fluttered, and the city walls in the distance were covered with a layer of snow velvet, which was no longer solemn and solemn as usual.

Looking at it in a daze, Qing Ming felt only eternal sadness. In this secluded world, only herself was left alone, standing alone.

This heavy snow covered the city wall and the capital with the force of covering the sky and covering the ground...

It's like, the Danqing history book written by the winner covered everything with dripping thick black ink, and how many amazing and brilliant characters were wiped out by this black ink?

She thought of another woman of a similar age.

She was born with the posture of heaven and man, even if her fate was ill-fated, she never surrendered;
She, the sword is like a flying fairy outside the human body, the life is like a short-lived person, and the only thing left in this world is that beautiful smile looking back——

"Wait for me, I will definitely save you!"

That time, her bet with the Tatar prince ended in a draw. Although the two sisters were not released, they lived under the king's tent for seven years, during which they had no worries about food and clothing.

Looking at those Central Plains women who died of humiliation, the two sisters felt grateful and rejoiced countless times!

It wasn't until seven years later that Prince Hulu called them back, their eyes were red, and they couldn't help mourning, that they knew that Lin Chen, who once defeated the enemy with a sword and retreated nine times from the Tartars, was no longer in this world.

She was sent to the Netherworld by her husband with a cup of "Qiuji".

……

The snow continued to fall, covering the sky and the earth, Qingmin suddenly felt at a loss...

Lin Chen is gone, my sister is gone, no matter what kind of heroes and heroes, such as flowers and beauties, they are all buried in this world of mortals, what kind of fetters are there in this world?
She just sat quietly like this, letting the cold wind rage, only feeling a sense of emptiness in her heart.

It wasn't until there was a sound of footsteps, and she went upstairs, that she suddenly woke up——

"It's you!!"

Almost unbelievable, utterly pleasantly surprised cheers.

"it's me!"

The man was about forty, still elegant and handsome, his temples were slightly frosted, and he looked even more heroic.

"There are still endless banquets in the palace..."

Almost disgusted, he said flatly.

"I really can't see Lin Yuan's graceful appearance, so I just found an excuse and slipped out."

The man showed a mischievous smile like a boy——

"I'm afraid you will be alone, lonely and cranky."

Qing Min stared at him, she didn't know where to find courage, stretched out her arms, and hugged him tightly——

"Stay... stay with me..."

In the evening, the sky is like snow, but this room is full of *.

Qing Min hugged Qu Yun tightly, stared at his sleeping expression, and smiled gently.

Inexplicably, she remembered a poem:
Chaimen smelled the bark of the dog, and the snowy night returned to others.

You, aren't you what I've been waiting for, returning home on a snowy night?

On this snowy New Year's Eve day, even if I don't have to worry about the cold couch in thatched hut, I would like to join hands with you and leave the past behind.

No matter how bleak and desperate it is in this world, it makes people sad, as long as there is one day with you, I am willing to be with you, looking up in the dust of despair, hoping that one day, flowers will bloom and spring will bloom Bright.

She smiled sweetly, still sad, but she did not have a kind of beauty.

The two hugged each other tightly without a gap, as if they were immersed in a sweet dream.

At this time, none of them thought that after the beginning of spring, because of the death of a little maid, an old friend from more than 20 years ago would reappear in the world.

At that time, there was a resurgence of turmoil and treacherous battle conditions, but one did not know when this sweet and warm scene would reappear

(End of this chapter)