Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

Appearing in front of him is a landscape painting.

The picture shows a sloping ridge on the edge of a mountain, with strange rocks and lush vegetation, while the zenith flowing clouds converge, it seems that a big storm is coming, and it is becoming more and more dangerous.

The painting is very good, and the pen is like a god. You can see the big hills in the chest of the person who painted, the flat slopes of the mountains, and the clouds and clouds of the smoke. The transfiguration was on the paper, as if this was not a painting, but a living beauty at all.

My eyes fell on the top of the mountain, a red shadow.

It seemed to be a figure, wearing a red veil, being blown up by the wind blowing on the mountain.

The shadow is very small, and the pattern of this painting can be taken almost in one stroke, but the person who painted it does not seem to think so. Even such a small sum, it seems to have injected thousands of thoughts, the touch of red shadow reveals a kind of sorrow. Compared with the surrounding mountains and trees, it is particularly slender, but there is a kind of people who can't help but notice. Presence.

Seeing this scene, my heart suddenly beat.

Xishan ...

Anxious ...

Blowing red yarn ...

The verse uttered by Fu Bazhen in Jixian Hall came to my mind at this moment. I suddenly felt something, and hurriedly grabbed the scroll to look at its corner, where a red seal was printed, as well as the artist's Falling-

Seal of Yan Mu.

On the sixth day of September in the year of Guiyang, Xishan Yunchifeng met Yu Xiaying

There was a buzz in my head, and the fingers holding the scroll were cramped uncontrollably, and the edges of the scroll were crimped. When I looked at the red shadow again, I fully understood that the original Ba Yashen The meaning of those two poems.

The Xishan wind was blowing the red yarn, which was originally the flower of King Xiang.

Many people write poems with exaggeration and modification. I thought those two poems were just his meaning. I never expected that the scene in the poems was true.

The red shadow on the painting is--

"Miss."

My thoughts were interrupted. I looked up and saw Yan Zhong respectfully say to me: "The young lady is near the top of the court, it is Xichuan's first-class event. The lady should not make a hasty decision and act hurriedly. The owner deplores it."

"..."

"This picture is a special gift from the owner for the villain."

"..."

"The main villain told the young lady, as a person, to trace the origins, Ye Luo returned to the roots. The young lady has been away from Sichuan for more than ten years-it is time to go home."

My back was cold and I looked up at him.

Yan Qingchen wants me to go back again?

Since the death of Uncle Ai in Jixiang Village, the relationship between me and Xichuan has become weaker, but when I got married, he sent this picture as a gift. At that time, I left Xichuan and caused my own death, but that was not my break with Xichuan. It was just to cut off their control of me. I do n’t have much nostalgia for Xichuan. This is very clear, but there are some people and things. It is impossible to give up anyway.

The painter, the painter ...

So he sent this picture.

Also, Li Zier had just disappeared and his people came. Is it a coincidence? still is--

I raised my head and was about to ask. A hand reached over and gently covered my hand. I turned around and looked at it. It was Pei Yuanxiu. He was looking at me tenderly, and what message was in his eyes.

I froze, and the inquiry to my mouth didn't come out.

At this time, Pei Yuanxiu said to Yan Zhong, "Whether my wife wants to return to Xichuan, our husband and wife will decide for themselves. The messenger has come here for a long journey, presumably already tired, let's go to rest first."

Yan Zhong glanced at us without saying a word, took a step back, and saluted him respectfully: "Thank you, Miss. Thank you son."

Pei Yuanxiu made a gesture, waiting for the cloth at the door to come forward, and led Yan Zhong down.

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

The sisters of the Han family all looked at me with their own thoughts in their eyes, but they didn't speak. I still held the painting, but my thoughts seemed to be blown by the squall wind.

At this moment, the warm big hand stretched out again, and gently rolled up the painting that I had pinched to a little wrinkle, and then held my hand, I raised my head, facing his gentle eyes, he gently Said: "Go back to the house to rest first. You haven't eaten or drank water for a day. What's the matter, we slowly think about it."

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I was almost carried back to the inner court by him.

This cave, which was red and bright a few days ago, has now restored the peace and elegance of the past, but at this moment, a little silence appeared.

I was gently put on the bed by him. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me for a while. He reached out and stroked my pale face, and said softly, "Is it good to eat something first? You did n’t eat anything for a day, The body will collapse. "

I shook my head slightly, and just about to open my mouth, he put a finger and nodded his lips, and said, "Don't say that you can't eat any more. You have to eat anything, you haven't found it yet. collapse."

His voice was so gentle that it made him almost powerless to refuse. I looked at him for a while and nodded gently.

The servant quickly brought something to him, but he took care that I really could not eat anything, so he ordered them to prepare the soup. After the things were delivered, he held the dishes in his own hands, carefully scooped a spoonful, gently blown them, and then sent them to my lips. I glanced at him and said nothing, and opened my mouth to drink.

So he fed, I ate, and after a while, drank a small bowl.

Although my heart is still suffering, it is true that it is not as uncomfortable as it was just now. I leaned on the bedside and looked at the painting at hand. I just felt so excited that I couldn't understand why. It was a mess without a head.

If it were just this painting, I wouldn't be so shocked; if it was only a matter of leaving, I wouldn't be so disheartened, but now the matter of two people appears together in front of me, and I am completely chaotic.

Mother ... little ...

Leave ... mother ...

At this time, Pei Yuanxiu put the dishes on the table and walked back to sit on the edge of the bed. He looked at me for a while and looked at the scroll at my hand.

I glanced at him and looked at the painting.

He didn't ask about my life, but with his sensitivity and experience, he must have been clear when he came from Pei Yuanfeng and his party. So he asked, I'm not surprised.

He doesn't ask ... I'm not surprised.

The two were so silent. For a while, only me and his breath were left in the room, and the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo leaves. The quiet inner courtyard of the past was still quiet at this moment, but was quiet. There was a disturbing surge.

I don't know how long he was silent, he breathed a sigh of relief, gently reached out and grabbed my hand, and said softly, "What decision do you have, tell me first."

I looked up at him, and for a long while, said, "What about you? What do you think about this?"

He looked down for a moment, then looked at me and said, "This time, maybe you really want to go to Xichuan."

"..."

"In the end, Yan Qingchen must go back and see you. Even if this fails, he will have another time."

I couldn't help sneering in my heart.

Yeah, it has been more than ten years, some people may believe that I am dead, and some people have forgotten me even if they know that I am not dead, but he, like a nightmare that cannot be dispelled, always exists, Watching me, holding me.

He did not try to grab people, but his means was more powerful than Ming.

This painting, even if Lier is not in his hands, is doomed to keep me calm.

Besides, Lier ...

Thinking of this, my breathing was a bit disturbed, and Pei Yuanxiu continued: "Secondly-Lier has just disappeared today, and his people have arrived. I think this is no coincidence." He looked into my eyes and said, " Do you remember that when they were in Jiujiang, they made a shot. "

"..."

"This time we were negligent. Maybe Lili is in their hands."

When I mentioned the previous attack on Jiujiang, I gritted my teeth and grasped the sheets under me.

Yes, they played against Lier once before, but by chance, she was rescued by Shen Xiaokun, but with the first time, there will be a second time, and it's not surprising that they started with Lier again.

Looking at my pale face and angry eyes, Pei Yuanxiu had not spoken, just kept by my side, I did n’t know how long after that, I finally spoke, word by word: "OK, since he wants me to go back, I Just go back. "

"..."

"I want to go back and see, he saw me, what else can I say!"

"..."

"If he dares to hurt Lier, he dares to let my daughter suffer a little--" I didn't finish my words, only clagging with teeth, a **** insinuation came forth.

You better not to hurt my daughter, better not to.

Pei Yuanxiu looked at me and didn't speak for a while. After a while, he gently said, "Okay, you want to go back, and I'll stay with you."

I looked up and looked at him: "You, too?"

"Of course I'm going." His eyes were still gentle and firm: "No matter what decision you make, my husband will always be with you."

"..."

I was a bit speechless and didn't know what to say, but after a long silence, he reached out and gently took me into his arms, while stroking my back, he softly said, "You forgot, We are already husband and wife, and husband and wife should be in trouble together. No matter where you go, I will always be with you. "

His cheeks were against his warm chest, and he felt so strong and firm with a volt, his taste and body temperature slowly stained my body, as if to help me drive away the cold and shock. In the sound of his heartbeat, I finally relieved the restless anxiety in my heart, and nodded gently: "Well."