Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

Light cold, it is him.

I slowly walked in front of him and looked at him. He didn't seem to be aware. He just sat there, but seemed to be particularly uncomfortable. He kept pulling his neckline with his hands, and after a few buckles he was caught by him Ragged open, revealing a large red neck.

That scent of alcohol came from him.

Moreover, he seemed to drink a lot, exuding a sense of anxiety, as if he could not wait to fight with others.

I crouched slowly in front of him, looking at his flushed face, because the dim light and the distant fire light became darker, thinner, and more sloppy. I don't know if it's my illusion. It seems like I'm tired, my cheeks are slightly sunken, and there is a dark halo that can't be masked.

His eyebrows were also tightened tightly, twisted into a knot, as if there was something inextricable in his heart.

I looked at it for a while, finally raised my hand to reach it, and gently touched his forehead with my fingertips. The cold fingertips touched his hot skin, and it felt like there was a spark. My heart trembled, and the temperature that belonged to him spread to my heart with my fingertips in an instant.

My face seemed to be hot.

However, my hand did not shrink back because of this, just continued to stay there, gently and gently rubbing his brows.

He seemed to feel something, the anxious look on his face slowly faded away, but there was a kind of blankness, like a newborn baby's expression floating on his face, looking a little innocent, also a little helpless, dry lips murmur I was thinking something, but the voice was so low that the wind was over, and nothing was heard.

For a while, I didn't seem to be able to say anything, and didn't want to do anything, except that his hot-stained fingertips slowly slipped from the eyebrows, along the bridge of his tall nose, and then, gently Touch his cheek.

He muttered two times, as if he felt something, and opened his eyes without the energy to see it. It was so soft in my palm that he murmured: "Light ..."

My heart beat, my fingertips trembled slightly, and I stared at him with wide eyes.

"Light ... surplus ..."

"..."

"Lightness ..."

When I was shocked and couldn't do anything, he slowly opened his eyes.

Those clarified eyes were still bright under the night, reflecting the fire in the distance, flickering, wondering whether it was awake or fuzzy, kept looking at me, looking at me silently, as if trying to identify who I am general.

I spoke, my voice trembling a little: "Light cold ..."

"..." He still looked at me, half a moment, and spoke, his voice sounding like a gust of wind, passing over my ear-

"Light ... surplus ..."

"it's me."

"Lightness ..."

"..."

"Lightness ..."

I just realized that although he was calling me, he didn't seem to see me. The two words in his mouth repeated over and over, as long as long ago memories, far out of reach, only in this way In the dream between half drunk and half awake, you can have a chance to touch.

I squatted in front of him and looked at him, only to feel that my eyes were hurt by the distant fire, and a wet surged up, and at this time, he gently raised his hand and stroked my cheek. .

At this moment, I was trembling again.

His fingers were as hot as his breathing, as if a flame was burning in the body in front of me, and it was hot to me.

As soon as I was stunned, he suddenly woke up and looked at me with wide eyes suddenly: "Light-green baby?"

I didn't know what to say for a moment, but he looked at him: "..."

The next moment, as if he had been burned, he retracted his hands all at once.

"It's you?!"

It seems that I was just drunk outside my account. The person who kept calling my name was another person. He woke up with a little sorrow and consternation on his face, and hurriedly stood up from the ground. He gave me a condescending look again, this time more like a bit scared, took a few steps back, and hurriedly turned to leave.

I bit my lower lip and Shen said, "You don't want to see me like this?"

He kept going without saying a word.

I still squatted there, without raising my head, only slowly said, "Since you don't want to see me, why should you be drunk and run to me?"

"..." He stalled and stopped in front.

I slowly got up, turned around, and saw him standing there, his wide shoulders shaking. I walked behind him and said, "Or do you dare to see me only if you are drunk? Do you dare to touch me?"

"Drunk ...?"

He heard these two words, slowly turned around and looked at me, and his eyes were soaked with alcohol. At this moment, it was as dark as the surrounding night, and he couldn't break. He looked at me with a near cruel smile on his face, and for a long while he said, "I've never been so awake ..."

"..."

"Watching yourself sober, so sinking ..."

My heart beats: "Light cold-!"

"Enough!" He interrupted me suddenly, his mouth still tilted, as if smiling, but there was no smile in those eyes, but he looked coldly at me with a thick bandage Hand: "If I'm really not awake enough, then-this is enough to keep me awake."

I froze and immediately understood what he meant, and hurriedly said, "Light cold, this—"

"You don't need to explain." He looked at me coldly: "I don't want to listen."

"..."

"There is no need to listen anymore."

"..."

After saying this, he glanced at me. At this moment, the blushing cheeks had returned to the paleness and indifference of the past. There was only something in those eyes that seemed to be squinting in the wine. Then I saw him slowly raise his hand.

That hand, just before, touched my cheek, and touched the skin with the fingertips of thick calluses, the rough feeling left seemed to stay on my cheek, but this time However, he did not, a faint smile appeared on his face, and put his hand down.

He murmured, "I'm really drunk."

Having said this, he has turned around and left without looking back.

.

His back was quickly incorporated into the night.

I was still in place, the wind blowing from the grassland was dewy and the sand was rough, and blew from my face, and soon dried the wet face, leaving only a few dry ones. trace.

But I still stood there, watching where he left.

At night, it was as deep as the thick, dark curtain surrounding me, how could it not be pierced, nor could I see the light in front of me, as if I would swallow people.

I don't know how long, the sound of the curtains being heard came from behind. Shui Xiu rubbed his eyes and stood mutteringly standing at the door: "Master? Why didn't I see you? Why don't you sleep well? ? "

She came around in front of me, looked up at my face, and immediately said, "Master, what's the matter with you?"

I looked down at her: "Ah?"

She hurriedly hugged me almost and hugged me, both anxious and distressed: "Your body is obviously poor, how can you stand here to blow hair? What if it gets cold?"

"..."

"Quick, come back with me!"

"..."

I was a little bit stunned, and she stumbled back holding her, just walking past the place where the stakes just felt, and she felt that her feet were soft, and she suddenly fell down, Shui Xiu hurriedly hugged me tightly: "Master! Are you alright, sir?

"I, I didn't ... okay--"

I murmured that my palms scratched the sand and stones on the ground, and I was rubbed a bit. I was about to wipe off the sand and soil on my hands, but when I raised my hands, I immediately froze.

"...!"

Shui Xiu watched me suddenly stop, a little strange: "Master."

"..."

"Master? What's wrong with you?"

"..."

I didn't say anything, I just looked at my palm, and suddenly stood up and fell into the water show, but saw that I hurried into the tent and lit the candlestick, looked at the candlestick for a while, then Holding out the candlestick again, he came out and stood at the door of the tent. The whole person seemed to have been taken away from his soul and froze there.

Suixiu became more and more startled, watching me slowly pale, she was terrified, busy holding my sleeve and shouting: "Master, sir! What's wrong with you?"

"..." I only felt that my teeth were snoring. After a while, I slowly turned my head, and suddenly gave her the candlestick in her hand, and turned to go outside. Shui Xiu hurriedly said: "Master What the **** are you doing? "

I did n’t answer her, and I did n’t even have time to explain anything. I just hurriedly waved my hands to the back. Shui Xiu knew that I had to do this for my own reason, and I could only stand there with a candlestick and a worried expression. .

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There was only one bonfire in the entire camp. Several eunuchs looked at it, and the other places were very dim.

I didn't hold the candlestick, but I walked in the camp like a sprint, because the candlelight was burning in my heart—the same as burning my heart.

I have never been more anxious and scared than this, even more scared than ever.

As soon as I walked to the edge of the camp, I saw a vague figure in front, just like the back of Qing Han. As soon as I entered, it seemed that he had heard my footsteps and looked back. Come, and in front of him, a figure flashed and disappeared immediately.

He stood there, his wine fading away, but he looked at me with a look of surprise, as if he didn't expect that I would catch up, and frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

I walked in front of him and looked in front of him, there was no tent on the other end, it was the edge of the camp.

After the fence, it is already the road to the mountain.

I gritted my teeth and looked back at him: "What are you doing?"