The capital is still that wealthy place. As soon as the war stops, people impatiently move back. The bloody city before I left has now turned into a colorful sight.
He was very popular among the people, probably because although the men in the mountains were rough and rough, they all had a simple spirit. The people, who had been exploited by the Fuqi royal family and oppressed by the ghosts and foreign enemies, were particularly kind to them.
The Liao Mansion gave me the cold shoulder. He acted like an emperor and refused to allow me to live there. I worry about what will happen if the girls and servants from the past come back. With a stroke of his pen, he named the meritorious officials, gave them mansions, and ordered people to take care of the former servants of Liao Mansion one by one and bring them into the new mansion.
The palace had been empty for a long time, and the glazed tiles had accumulated dust. But when he came like this, it immediately became lively.
He insisted that I live in the palace, which was neither close nor far from his residence, just like in a military camp. It was obviously a distance that I could not see when I lowered my head, but I would not bend down and step into his threshold. Two houses where breathing can be heard, he and I, but it took a long time for us to see each other.
The night before the coronation ceremony, he came to see me. This was the first time we had seen each other in two months after we settled down.
It smelled strongly of alcohol, but he didn't drink. Looking at the shattered wine jug in his hand, he was delighted. He said that the threshold of Chongyuan Hall was high and he tripped when he came out. The wine spilled all over him and the wine jug was thrown away, leaving only the handle in his hand. in hand.
He is such a fool. He can stumble upon his own threshold when he comes out of his own palace.
"I wanted to have a drink with you, so I came here to ask you for tea." He touched his chin and said with a smile.
I glanced at him, stood up and reached for the teapot on the table. He turned his head in disgust: "It's cold."
The person who will officially take charge of the world tomorrow will still have this childish temper. I couldn't help it, but I boiled water and made new tea for him.
He sniffed: "Liao Yan, you have such good skills!"
He seemed to like the aroma of tea very much, and he also said that he would come and drink my tea. It was as if the cup in front of me, which was ready to be drank, was everything.
He sipped the tea, still scalding it. Suddenly he said: "Today is the death anniversary of General Liao."
My hand paused for a moment, and the teapot in my hand almost fell to pieces. He hurriedly offered his hand to help her, and he was ironing her right and wrong.
I naturally know that today is the day that my father has been away for three years. I didn’t have much interaction with my parents, but on this day, he always mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally, always testing to see if the holy decree read by Prince Fuqi three years ago still had any effect in my heart.
On the day he urged me to move into the palace, looking at the expressions of those girls trying to suppress their fear, I knew that the imperial edict was no longer effective. But I don’t want to say these words anymore. He should understand that talking more is useless.
I knelt down to bandage his burned hand, but he caressed my cheek with his fingertips, as if he didn't feel the pain.
"Liao Nan, do you know?" Halfway through his words, he seemed to be waiting for me. After a long time, I raised my head and looked at his expression, which was a bit bitter and helpless.
"I've never seen you smile. Not even in a perfunctory way." His fingertips rested on my cheek, as if there should be a nice-looking dimple there when I smile.
I don’t know what’s so funny, are you laughing at his stupidity? I'm used to it and don't think it's funny.
"It's been three years, leaving behind my childhood. What you've said to me is only two words." There was a bit of self-deprecation in his voice.
I remember, it was him who rescued me from Guifang and healed my wounds. His indifference, his composure, and the moment he suddenly collapsed, I called him, Dongli.
These two words were all I said to him in the past three years.
Being so close in childhood is like a meaningless dream. Thinking of it occasionally will only open the wound pierced by reality deeper.
Missing his fingertips is like missing that dream. That wound is so beautifully woven that I dare not touch it.
He looked at my face with very deep eyes, like a lake whose bottom he didn't know, and he didn't dare to step into it. I pressed his hand and bandaged it carefully, wrapping it layer by layer. It's just a slight burn, but it hurts. I know it hurts just like I was dazzled by the too hot sun.
"It's not a big deal, just bring some water." He said tentatively, I didn't reply, I just tied a knot on the wound.
"Reluctant?" He raised the corners of his lips slightly, but there was no trace of mischief.
I raised my head and looked at him. Can't bear to part with it? Are you willing? I don't know, my heart is as calm as ever. Perhaps, I was born like this, unable to cry or laugh.
"If I get hurt in the future, will you still cover my wounds?" He asked seriously, the expectation in his eyes shining brightly.
I didn't nod, just looked at the ground.
After today, he is the emperor. Even if there is still a court in the south, even if there are still several years of war, he is the emperor. Who will let him get hurt? He was injured, and how many people were vying to give him medicine to heal his injuries? I won't rob them. Those people are the best to him, not a person like me who is neither a human nor a ghost.
His voice sounded above his head after a long time. It was low, firm and without any room for error: "I just want you to help me bandage my wounds. It was destined in my previous life."
In his previous life, he always thought that there should be some fate between us. We were tied together in our previous life, and it should be the same in this life. It's just that for people like me, no matter how many lives I have been tied to in the past, when I see what I am like in this life, I'm afraid I will throw them all away and run away.
My gaze fell to the side unconsciously. Even if I were to look at the person in the mirror, I would feel that he was full of resentment and full of hostility. Even I would not want to get even half a step closer to him.
He seemed to have seen my appearance, and said softly: "Liao Yan, you are really beautiful."
His thoughts drifted away, but he couldn't look at him anymore. He was always so careful with me, taking good care of me every word he said. Knowing that I hate touching, my hand hung like that and never came down. However, he usually makes too many jokes, so I can only treat this sentence as a joke.
"It is a great blessing to have both the country and the beauty in your arms." He raised an exceptionally bright smile.
The beauty of the country, the eternal dilemma, but at this moment, he made it so easy. Beauty is easy to come by, but you are just a worthy confidant. How can you find a peerless beauty who can tell each other's thoughts just by crossing their brows? I'm not, I don't understand him, even if he understands me.
"Tomorrow, during the enthronement ceremony, can you stand by my side?" His words were very cautious.
I just shook my head.
He smiled: "Indeed, I don't know what Nanfang Fuqi would think. There has been no movement since the ghost side was destroyed. Do you still want the two dynasties to stand side by side and divide the world equally? I don't know what will happen at the ceremony tomorrow. , you'd better be careful and stay away, it's not without its benefits. I wonder if Mr. Xu is willing to come over tomorrow. After all, if he hadn't planned step by step, he would never have reached this point. Anyway, when you succeed, you must have his share. That’s it.”
He seemed to have decided that I had something to do with Mr. Xu, so he mentioned it again and gave me a gloomy look.
Fu Xi, even though he treated me so kindly and even invited Qiu Niu and Jizhen to take care of me, even though I have left all of them as a last resort for some unknown reason, I am grateful to him for many things, and I am so indifferent to him. gratitude.
Jimo may know a lot about me, but he can't see clearly. He can see clearly why I avoid and refuse. However, no one can really understand that I no longer dare to have any more ups and downs in my heart. Nothing but nothingness. As a living person like him, I'm afraid he will never understand such thoughts, but I would rather that he never understands it in his lifetime. This is the best for him.
