Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

"sister."

His voice, even after being separated for so many years, when I sounded in my ear again, I did not feel strange, because this voice has echoed in my nightmare countless times, this moment, also like those who have been entangled in me for many years Nightmare. My fingertips trembled in his palm.

He seemed to feel it, moved closer to me, raised his other hand, and slowly reached my cheek.

"sister……"

But at this moment, I had no time to pay attention to his voice and to avoid his hand, because at this time I realized that he had to raise his head to look at me, and he had to raise his hand to touch I.

Because of him, sitting in a wheelchair!

"you--"

I stared at the scene in front of my eyes, but I could n’t believe my eyes until his hands touched me, and some sweaty palms ironed my cheeks. Although there was no such hot temperature, The moment I touched it, it seemed to spark a spark, making me tremble.

"Your leg!"

"You are finally back."

"Your leg……"

"Sister, I finally wait for you to come back."

"..."

I still wanted to speak again, but I couldn't say anything. I looked at him and looked at me, as always, focused, as if I wanted to engrave my figure in his eyes, and refused to let it out again.

That scary attachment.

I don't know if it was fear or shock, I took a step forward, and my trembling hand reached him, slowly touching his knee.

I do n’t know if the person in a wheelchair is different from a normal person when they are touched, maybe there is no difference at least, at least there is no change in his face, not even the slightest reason that he can only sit and look up at me Something lost, still looking at me ecstatically, murmured: "I finally, until you come back."

I slowly crouched down and looked at the two legs that he had placed there in a regular manner. Those two legs that used to be unruly, caused trouble all day. I like running all over the mountain and relying on these two legs. Even ignoring the ban over and over again, relying on these two legs.

I looked up at him: "How could this be?"

He looked at me with a smile, but there was no slight pain in his eyes, but he flickered with joyful light: "Do you remember my sister, I used to come here the most."

"..."

"do you remember?"

"remember."

"But at that time, it was not the Sister Return Tower, but Hongyan Tower. I like to come in through the wall, and always at this time, because only this time, I can see my sister."

My hand resting on his knees suddenly became cold.

Yes, I didn't forget.

In those days spent in Hongyan Tower, he would often come, of course, not come in right, but ignore the ban, come in over the wall again and again. When he came in for the first time, when he stood by my bed and kept looking at me who was asleep until I woke up from the hot eyes that I felt in my dreams, I met his quiet pair in the night. The bright snake eyes made me almost scream.

At that time, he was only in his teens.

It makes me scared.

Of course, it's not just the eyes staring at me in the night.

Now, he still looks at me with that kind of look. The world has changed. He and I have changed too much. Their age, identity, status, and even their respective bodies, but his eyes are always the same.

I shuddered, "I remember that you would come to see me every half a month; every time, it was this time, and I came in and hid."

He looked at me with a smile: "Does that sister know why I only come every half month?"

only……

He said it as if he should come every day.

But to his eyes, it really seems like it should be. I was silent for a while and said, "I know, because every time you see me, you will be beaten-beaten."

He looked at me with a smile: "I know that even if my sister is in Hongyan Tower, I can't hide anything outside my sister."

"..."

Yes, I can't hide it.

I know very well that every time he saw me, he would be punished by his mother to kneel, beat his leg with rattan, and ask him if he dare to come again. If he comes again, he will be interrupted. leg.

Of course, that woman couldn't really break his leg, but just hurt him. He raised for a while, and was able to run and jump, and then avoided those guards, turned over the wall to see me, and then went out. He was injured again.

Sometimes I think about where the attachment that scares me comes from him, but if you think about it, you may understand that blood is thicker than water. He is like a father and his mother. Not many women can really He forbeared hit his son's leg in this way. He didn't admit it, she didn't stop, and she hit her until she was scarred. Even when I was out of Hongyan Tower, I found that his leg had fallen into some old injuries.

I leaned on his knee and said, "I know your leg has been injured many times, but after so many years, it should be healed."

This time, he was silent.

The drooping eyes were dim for a moment under the lights around them. When they looked up at me again, they were calm and dark: "That year, my father left."

"..."

Upon hearing this sentence, my original tight body collapsed.

I think, I may not be able to be a completely bad person in this life, because I can't stand my heart.

Although I cried countless times, and even in many nights and dreams, I hated my teeth, but the news that only confirmed that he had passed away still made me heartbreak.

The person in front of me is someone with the same bloodline as me.

No matter how I treat him, how he treats me, but sometimes, in the world, only I and him are the only ones who communicate.

Thinking of this, the original alert was put down, and I held his knees, choking slightly.

A slightly cold hand slowly and gently touched the back of my hand.

He leaned down to my ears and whispered in a soft, almost unreal voice--

"I also know that you are married."

"...!"

My heart trembled, and I looked up in a hurry.

He just looked at me like this, and there was nothing else in his eyes, and there was nothing else. The dull darkness made me feel palpitated, and he was trying to push away. He caressed the back of my hand. The hands clasped me all at once, the strength of the hands almost crushed my phalanx, but his voice and his eyes were still so gentle.

"You're married ..."

Touched by his hand like this, the coolness from him stained my skin from his fingertips, and quickly spread throughout the body, feeling a nightmare spreading and devouring.

My throat narrowed: "So what?"

"..."

"What do you know about the ending of my departure from Hongyan Tower? Besides, I'm married again now. My husband is on the first floor tower."

He stared at me: "Not the same."

My face sank suddenly.

When he said this, his voice was still calm, but I heard a sharp blade of fierceness from it.

At this time, I also slowly got up and pulled my hand out of his hand. The knife-like marks had been left on the skin. I looked down and gently rubbed it with my thumb. Then Said: "Yan Qingchen, did the scholar return my words at that time?"

"Yes, every word is clear."

"Then do you remember what I said?"

He looked up at me.

The candlelight behind me sprinkled my shadow on the ground and covered his eyes. I can't see what his eyes looked like at this moment, but after a moment of silence, he slightly raised his lips. The corner, revealing a childlike innocent smile, then pushed the wheelchair forward two steps, stopped in front of me again, reached out and held my hand, stroking the red mark just made by him.

He stroked it gently, just like I took care of him as a kid, and blew it gently.

My hand was in his palm. Although I tried to control it, I still felt a little uncontrollable.

He smiled and looked up at me: "What my sister said was bad, I forgot."

"..."

"I just remember good."

"..."

"I just remember that my sister said that she would stay with me forever."

"..."

"I just think, this sentence."

Looking at those dark eyes that are close at hand, no matter how many candles are swaying around, like the stormy waves that my mind experienced at this moment, his eyes are always black, not even a little light, the only agility It is my shadow that is close at hand.

Slender, weak, and completely reflected in those pupils.

Seems like he was trapped inside.

That suffocation struck again, and I just felt that my breathing couldn't continue.

Just then, a firm voice sounded behind him--

"The person she wants to spend her whole life with is me."

My hand trembled, and he wanted to withdraw it subconsciously, but he was also subconsciously clenched. As soon as I turned around, I saw that on the stairs, Pei Yuan stood there and looked at us calmly.

"Yuan Xiu!"

I hurriedly called him, and he immediately started to walk over. He didn't squint along the way, as if he hadn't seen the paintings around him, walked directly in front of me, and stretched out my hand from Yan Qingchen's palm He pulled it out and closed it with his big hands, protecting me in the palm.

Yan Qingchen was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at him calmly and lightly.

Pei Yuanxiu said, "Other people can have her past, her memories, her portrait, and everything."

"..."

"But she is mine."

Yan Qingchen sat there, calmly listening to him finish his words, a slight smile twitched the corner of his mouth.

"is it?"

Pei Yuanxiu's face sank.

The two men didn't talk anymore. They just looked at each other silently. Although they only looked, they made me feel as if an invisible blade was fighting. The sharpness and sharpness had almost hit me through the wind.

I stepped forward subconsciously: "Light dust."

He smiled and turned to look at me.

"I'm not here to argue with you this time. Give me back my daughter."

His eyes narrowed slightly, so that I could not see the expression inside, only to see his smile, still like the child in memory, with a little indescribable evil charm.

"Your daughter, not with me."