Leisure days in the cold palace

Chapter 16 Palace Change
Living in this world, there is always personal suffering.

So the Buddha said: life is suffering.

But still no one likes to die easily. This is probably because every living person always has a little bit of belief in his heart-the future will become better.

Last night, Jinzhan shed countless men's tears in my room, and when the sun came out, there was no trace.

I never think that there is any sorrow in my life. Even if I died in a muddle in my previous life, and now I am imprisoned and unable to get out of the cold palace, I have never felt any resentment.

Or most importantly, even if you want to complain, you don't know who to complain to.

And now living in such a lonely life, there is still a trace of vision in my heart, hoping that one day in the future, I can leave this cage and run to the world outside that I have never been in close contact with.

It's just that I didn't expect that everything would come so fast and so suddenly.

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It was a very ordinary night. After I had dinner, I half-lyed on the bed to digest my food with the books I bought from Calendula.

Reading is one of the things I do most of the time.

After all, in this age without electricity, reading books is naturally the easiest way to understand the outside world besides chatting.

What I read tonight is a casual book called "Jingzong Baiyue Kao". Although the title of the book uses the word "kao", it is actually more like a simple landscape travel note.

The travel notes are about some living customs of the Baiyue people, which are very different from ordinary Han people, so reading them in the middle of the night can pass the time.

On the way, I thought of the Baiyue people that Chunxi had talked about, and remembered his wide-open eyes when he said that the Baiyue people could eat people.

Some funny, but feel a little nostalgic.

It's almost the time of Chinese New Year, and the night is getting colder.

It's been almost a year since Chunxi and Fang Ziqi didn't see each other, and their life should be fine.

Looking at the words between the books, he was silently lost in thought, but was interrupted by a messy voice outside.

At night, who would yell?
The rules in the palace are the strictest, making noise for no reason is already a felony, let alone in the dead of night?
Maybe something serious happened, I thought about it, so I put on a thick robe and went out, watching the fun while I was bored.

Unable to open the palace door with great fanfare, I lay down on the crack of the door and looked out.

I couldn't see anyone, but I heard someone shouting from a distance.

Some noisy sounds, more like fighting, the sound of swords colliding.

The flames in the east became brighter and brighter. I watched from a distance, and it seemed that a certain palace was set on fire.

Seeing the night getting brighter in the light of the fire, I frowned slightly, but still felt that I would go back and pack my things, ready to run away at any time.

It seems that something big has happened, but after all, it has nothing to do with me. If I can take advantage of this time to leave here, it will be a good thing.

As for Chunxi, with Fang Ziqi taking care of her, nothing will happen.

Having made up my mind, I turned around and walked into the room.Unexpectedly, as soon as he took two steps, he was bumped in the face by someone, and his whole back hit the palace door, making a muffled bang.

Before I had time to see the things in front of me clearly, I felt a familiar breath blowing towards my face, and I was already tightly hugged in my arms.

"Well--"

I just wanted to open my mouth to ask a question, but my lips were covered by a cold kiss. My head was slightly blank, but the next moment my body reacted on its own. When I raised my right leg, it hit the opponent's crotch.

"Shuangwu..."

The knee was stopped by the other party without any suspense, and the man who hugged me tightly read Shuang Wu's name, and smiled softly, and there was some joy in the laughter that was lost and found.

**Opened her eyes wide, and with the help of the firelight from the sky, she finally saw his face clearly.

It's him, Fang Ziqi.

"Shuangwu, Shuangwu, Shuangwu..."

His left hand hugged my waist so hard that I could barely breathe.And his right hand caressed my face, calling out Shuang Wu's name over and over again, almost bewildered.

I could clearly see his eyes as dark as night, but I felt that this moment was a little funny—I was in his arms, but he was calling out to another person.

"I'm sorry, Shuangwu, I'm sorry."

The current Fang Ziqi is not like the thousand-year-old ice, but hot like a raging fire. I can't adapt to his change, and I feel a little foggy.

"Chunxi told me everything, he told me everything. I shouldn't have treated you like that in the past, shouldn't have mistrusted you, shouldn't have thought that you really forgot about me, and really didn't care about me..."

Fang Ziqi like this is a bit like a child, holding his beloved and talking nonsense without adjustment.

But I finally figured out the reason behind it. Maybe Chunxi told him that it was Li Shuangwu who saved him at that time.

It's Li Shuangwu, not me, Liu Changqing...

The distant noise was getting closer, and an inexplicable smell of blood began to emanate from the air.

Fang Ziqi was still dazed, calling out Shuang Wu's name intermittently, and kept falling on me with delicate and expressive kisses.

"Fang Ziqi, calm down." I whispered in his ear.

"Shuang Wu, can you forgive me, please, forgive me..."

But he turned a deaf ear to my words and stared deeply at me, which actually gave me the urge to run away.

"Fang Ziqi, calm down!" I raised my voice, but his left hand around me was still like a steel clamp.

"Fang Ziqi, you hurt me!"

I was somewhat angry, but it was this sentence that made him let go of his hand in an instant.

"I'm sorry Shuangwu, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"

He stepped back half a step, panicking like a big kid.This kind of Fang Ziqi still doesn't have the taste of being as cold as water in the past.

Strangely, the sweet smell of blood became stronger, and I also heard the sound of water droplets.

Following the sound, I saw a deep gash on his right waist.

"Fang Ziqi, you are hurt!" I frowned and scolded softly.

"Yes, General Rong raised an incident to force the palace, and there was some chaos in the palace. When I came, I was accidentally stabbed." He said it lightly, but it's not hard for me to imagine the danger at that time.He suddenly grabbed my hand and said: "Shuang Wu, come with me, I will take you out of the palace."

"Where's Chun Xi?"

"He's in a safe place now, we're going to meet him right now, and we'll leave the palace together."

"Your injury..."

"Small injury, it's fine." He smiled softly at me in the night, but I could feel the temperature on his hand was a bit cold.

I don't know how much blood I lost, so how can I be fine.

"Do you have anything to pack, I'll take you away right away."

I shook my head: "You take the medicine first, and then I will go with you."

He was a little anxious, and said to me in a pleading voice: "I'm really fine. It's not easy to find medicine at this time, let's go out first, and then look for medicine, okay?"

"I have medicine in my room."

Last time, when I cut my arm while chopping wood, Jinzhan helped me get a few packs of wound medicine from the imperial doctor, and said to put a few packs here in case of emergency.

"Okay, then let's hurry up." He nodded and won.

A strange person who has time to let Li Shuangwu tidy up, but refuses to take the time to give himself medicine.

After entering the room, by the light, I finally saw his injury.

Where is the minor injury, it is clearly a bone-piercing injury, and it is still bleeding until now.

His complexion had already started to turn pale, but his eyes were still full of joy, it was the joy of regaining his lover.

But I am not Li Shuangwu after all...

The wound was a little scary. I was slightly dizzy and probably turned pale as I had never seen this before.

He saw something, smiled lightly, and took the wound medicine from my hand.

"It looks scary, but it's actually not serious, and it doesn't hurt."

He kept comforting me, but I could see the cold sweat dripping from his forehead when he applied the medicine to himself.

Suddenly I felt a little incompetent, I couldn't do anything except deliver the medicine and the white cloth to wrap the wound.

The deep bone wound was hastily bandaged, but he still stood up neatly and grabbed my hand very possessively.

I backed away subconsciously, but was still brought into his arms.

"Shuangwu, my Shuangwu, will you come with me? Fang Ziqi swears that I will never let you suffer again."

He almost trembled when he asked, his emotion was so deep that I had the urge to cry.

I dare not speak, I can only nod slightly.

He happily put a kiss on my cheek, tightened my robe, said nothing more, took my hand and ran out of the palace.

The cold wind was blocked by him, only the warmth of that calloused hand made me have to remember it.

The gate of Biquan Palace was kicked open by him, and when I looked back, the vermilion gate had already become the scenery of the past.

"If you're tired, just say, I can hold you."

He told me, smiling softly.

I nodded, but pursed my lips tightly.

Sorry, I am not Li Shuangwu.

But I still want to go out and see.

I don't want to stay in the cold palace for the rest of my life, and I don't want to be killed inexplicably by the rebel army.

Sorry, I am not Li Shuangwu, but Liu Changqing.

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The guilt in my heart was a little strong, I was held tightly by Fang Ziqi's broad hand, and I kept running in the palace.

These are landscapes I have never seen before, magnificent and rarely visited.

If it was me before, I would definitely stop here and appreciate it quietly, but now, my body is running for freedom, and my heart is also disturbed for freedom.

The noisy background sound kept ringing in my ears, the sound of fighting, shouting and screaming.

I know that I am personally experiencing a palace coup. It is not a brush stroke in the history books, nor is it the false fireworks and explosions in the TV series.

The warm stuff that splashed on my face was real blood.Those who fall beside me will truly die.

Some trembling with fear, the person in front seemed to feel it, and held my hand tightly to reassure me.

And just when I thought we would keep running like this until we entered freedom.

The one in front of him suddenly stopped.

"Fang Ziqi, tell me where the emperor is, and I will let you go." The voice was generous and majestic.

The person who made the sound was riding on a tall horse, and the spear in his hand was pointing directly at him in front of me.

And the surroundings are layers upon layers of soldiers and horses.

(End of this chapter)