Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

What about Liu Qinghan?

Where is he in the crowd? What is his mood now?

I looked at every unfamiliar face in front of me, and looked at every leisurely figure. When I looked back, I saw that middle-aged man by the river had stood upright, and his thin back was reflected in a glorious light.

I was shocked suddenly.

That back--

I thought I read it wrong, and reached out and rubbed my eyes subconsciously, but it was true. The surrounding lights illuminated his back. Even the back, I could see those familiar places-wide shoulders, thin He had a thin waist, straight long legs, and a dark blue gown that he was very well-dressed. Even in such a bright place, he felt a little deep.

However, I still feel wrong.

Because the lights around him illuminated his figure, and also his silver frost.

how is this possible?

I wanted to stand up, but as soon as I stood up, my weak legs made me fall back and sit down. I reached out and supported the stone pier below me, and with a little effort, I stood up.

Then, I walked slowly.

He carried his hands on his back and watched the running water under his feet send the river lights forward dangling.

I walked behind him, stopped a few steps away from him, took a deep breath, and was about to call his name, but he seemed to feel something, leaned his face slightly, and then slowly Yes, turn around.

An unfamiliar face, usually hidden under the cold mask, turned to me.

...

I read it right.

It's him, clean and deep eyes, straight nose bridge, and a line of lips.

There are also two white hairs.

Familiar and unfamiliar are all reflected in my eyes at this moment.

I took a breath.

And he wasn't completely calm. He looked at me with wide eyes for a while, and then said in a husky, almost abnormal voice, "Lightness?"

"..."

I didn't speak, and looked at his concubines.

And after he took a moment, the next move was to immediately turn back and look at the river lamp in the river. It has been dangling along with the current and merged into a group of river lamps floating down from the upstream. The lights are extraordinarily large, and even if they have been melted in, they seem to stand out from the crowd.

When he looked back at me again, his eyes had cleared a lot, but he still couldn't believe it: "Why are you here?"

I looked at his horns: "You have someone to pick me up."

"I thought you would go to Chengdu first."

"You have someone come to pick me up, so I should have prepared for it immediately."

"..."

He was silent for a moment and then said, "Sorry, I was a bit surprised."

"I didn't expect me to come?"

"I didn't expect you would come that soon."

"Then you have all the rooms ready?"

"Forewarned is forearmed, without prejudging the waste."

"But you don't seem to be prepared for it."

"..."

On playing tricks, he was obviously not my opponent. After a few moments of silence, he looked back at the river lanterns in the river and drifted farther. At this moment, he seemed to be completely awake, and he went up One step forward: "Ms. Yan, you have a long way to go, forgive me."

I smiled, and still didn't look away from the place I had been looking at: "Qing Han's son seems to have a lot more spirit than when he separated last time."

He said: "Ashamed."

"But why is this so?"

"..."

This time, he seemed to be returning to God, and I think he has become used to the appearance of his hair bursting into half a hundred-at least, it has been white for a while, and he is used to it.

He smiled and said, "Well, it's always hard to have a quiet time. Sadness is like this, except for Wu Ziyu who is in a hurry to pass Zhaoguan, it is probably down."

"So what are you worrying about?"

"People without thought, he must worry about."

"So, what are you worried about?"

I said, looking at the river lanterns behind him with a smile, and said with a smile: "Don't people like Qinghan also wish to put a wish on the river lanterns because they are far-sighted?"

He reached out and stroked his forehead, as if ashamed: "Smile."

When he put his hand over his forehead, he seemed to touch his horn subconsciously, but, unlike other things, he couldn't hide it, so after the stroke, his hand was still down and calm. Look at me.

I stepped forward and finally said in a deep voice, "What the **** is going on? How could it be like this?"

We are separated, not even a year. In less than a year, what caused him to turn his hair white?

He is only in his thirties and younger than me.

I thought that during this period of time, he must have gone through a lot and certainly changed a bit, but all these speculations did not specifically address this point.

Even the scars on his face were even more difficult for me to accept.

Liu Qinghan was silent for a while, and then stretched out his hair again, then smiled: "This holiday season today is such a beautiful scenery. It ’s a bit shameful to talk about worrying things. You should n’t be here when you are here. Just say this. "

"..."

"Let's talk later."

"..."

"All right?"

"..."

He has such a rare tone, it seems to be coaxing me, but I'm a bit accustomed to it, looked at him for a while, then nodded gently: "OK."

He smiled, walked to my side, pointed at the lively street and said, "Let's go, you just arrived, I will show you the scenery."

"Ok."

I should, walked up the stone steps with him, and walked slowly along the river.

The scenery is really good, and there are people around to accompany me. I also temporarily forgot the purpose of entering the river this time. The evening breeze brought the coolness and the surrounding lanterns dangled continuously, along with the laughter and laughter of those in the city Waving, but he didn't speak anymore, carrying his hands, silently walking with me.

After walking for a while, I finally looked up: "I--"

He said, "You--"

The two of them froze for a moment, he blinked, and said immediately: "You say it first."

I thought about it and said, "I'll be here in the afternoon, and go to your house for a while."

"Oh. Yilan Family House is the industry of Qing Han's son."

"Now, it's yours."

"Yes."

"I heard you like it here and live here."

He smiled: "Er Zhao told you. But your cousin doesn't seem to like it here. I heard that he built this other house very early, but he only came here once every few years."

"He doesn't come often?"

"Ok."

"Then repaired here, who lives?"

His eyes flickered, as if he felt something, and he glanced back at me, my eyes shining brightly under the reflection of the lantern.

He was silent and said, "Yuan Juan."