On the day he left, I was awakened by the sound of a military drum and realized that he was leaving that day.
I haven’t seen him in March and I don’t know what he looks like anymore.
I took off my shoes, but my legs refused to work, and I knelt down. The girl who was looking at the door looked at me, and hurriedly ran over and helped me up. After trying many times, I finally stood up. When I went out, the army had already marched out. Imperial City.
The girl said I was crying, I rubbed my cheek, the cold fingertips, the cold touch, without noticing anything.
Looking at her anxious expression, I could only sigh. He can always find people who are not afraid of me, as if there are such people everywhere in the world. However, during the sixteen years when my father was alive, the only person I found who I was not afraid of was Jimo Dongli.
It was just him, and now he was about to lose it.
Trembling took a few steps to catch up, but he still couldn't see the footsteps that had left. The mighty chants of the army were clearly enough to resound throughout the entire capital, but now, it was indeed so quiet.
"Girl, if the city wall is higher, maybe it can be seen?" the little girl tilted her head and said tentatively. I raised my head slightly, it was still early, but even if my eyes could see, they were probably blurry and hazy. Looking at the black armor, how could I still tell which one was him?
Shaking his head, no, this life, the life he had been so sure of, and the previous life would all be like this. I didn't dare to look far into the distance. The nothingness I saw was even more chilling than not being able to see it. In this case, it is better to cry and be quiet in a place where no one knows. After returning to Liao Mansion, we were all alone.
I am a person who never takes a step forward. In my life, the most common thing I do is give up. It's just that now, some things that I once thought could be easily given up are now difficult to let go of.
It's funny to say that Jimo was clearly someone I was ashamed of at the beginning, but now, I am deeply worried about his shameful past. When the South raises troops, who knows how much of the past will be spread?
It's just that this kind of thing has nothing to do with me after all. After he leaves, we won't have any interactions with each other.
He promised to let me go to the Liao Mansion.
People like me will naturally end up alone.
As soon as the army left, the palace suddenly became quiet. His palace was so close, and the sounds of the servants busy were also so close, but now, there was silence. After receiving the reward, Maoshaner also came to me unruly. He stayed unruly for a while and talked about something, but now he is marching south with the army. He had never taken any concubines, so when he left, the palace suddenly became extremely empty.
I didn't dare to stay any longer, so I packed up a few clothes and left. It seemed that he had already ordered everything. Even the girl didn't stop me along the way. When I left the palace gate, there was a carriage waiting for me. Without waiting for my orders, he whipped his whip and headed towards Liao Mansion.
His people are all capable, and they even left so quickly, as if I myself didn't have any nostalgia or hesitation. Do I have it? When I raised the car curtain, I saw that the early morning market was already very noisy. He created a peaceful and prosperous era where everyone was harmonious and happy, but I was still the same.
The gate of the Liao Mansion is gradually approaching. The tall red door looks just like the most beautiful appearance of the Liao family back then. At that time, there was a father, a mother, Mi Lan, and perhaps King Jin, but there was no me. Now, those people are gone, but I am the only one left. Mi Lan and King Jin, I wonder where they are now, how are they doing? It was clear that they had never met each other properly, and had not even spoken to each other. Three years later, I began to miss him inexplicably. Is it blood, or have I finally gained some "humanity"?
King Jin is such a high-ranking and powerful person, so he should be able to live a good life in Fuqi. Now, I can only think this way. Jimo’s southern expedition this time, I don’t know what the situation will be like there. Mi Lan is my biological sister after all.
Everything is the same as it was back then. Many of the maids from that day were found by him. When they saw me, they smiled slightly, with some bitterness in their eyebrows. During the war, these people were all from poor families. If you think about it, life was not easy.
"Master." A girl came over and held up a big umbrella that was as black as ink.
I raised my head and saw that the edge of the umbrella and the eaves of the corridor cut the sky into strange shapes. Three years ago, my sky had the same shape. But at that time, no one remembered to hold up such an umbrella for me.
I still remember that when I came back from the ancestral grave, everyone saw my stumble, but they just followed me from a distance. I was like a plague, no one dared to approach, everyone was afraid He looked at me with a look that was like adding insult to injury. Such a cold look, filled with fear and resentment, was more frightening than the midday sun. Fortunately, that day, he appeared and sent me back to the darkness.
"Master?" The little girl turned her head and bumped into my sight. "Where will the master live? Everything has been sorted out."
I shook my head. where do you live? I have no idea. Will you move into the main hall where your father and mother lived? After all, I am now considered the head of the Liao family. However, how can a person like me disturb the sleep of two deceased souls. Go back to that dungeon-like room? The books and flute he gave me when I was seven are still there. When the ghosts captured the capital, my grandma and I left in a hurry, thinking that we would never see these things again. But now, I have become the master of this place again. My grandma doesn't allow me to take these things with me. It's important to escape, and these idle things will only take up space. I listened and said goodbye to them, as if they had buried something heavy. Now, how should I go to that dark and cold place and say, I am back. Perhaps, the pages of the book are too broken to hold up anymore, so what should I do?
"Master?" The girl was still waiting for my reply, but I didn't have the strength to speak. I just took the umbrella from her hand and waved my sleeves to ask her to get down. Just keep moving forward, wherever you can go on this road. From the moment I was born, my whole life has been just a road with no end. I don't know how long I can go on like this, and I don't want to drag anyone down anymore.
When I was tired, I rested on the swing, looking at my pale fingertips in the shadow of the umbrella. More than once, I would fantasize and dream. If I didn’t have such a layer of skin, such pale hair, and strange eyes, would I be able to live a life like others? Would I not think about it again and again? To run away. But it was just a dream. No matter how many times I thought about it, when I woke up from the dream, I was still me, and everything was pale and pale.
No news from him, nothing. Even if something comes from far away, it is no longer his current situation. I shouldn't worry, but after all, it's a battlefield, and the lives of too many people, the lives of people all over the world, are hanging on there. He knew clearly that with his ability, Fu Qiben was only vulnerable, but there seemed to be something hanging in his heart, and he never dared to let it go.
It's been more than half a year since he left. Fuqi was working very hard, and so was he. One day in my dream, I suddenly stood up in panic. I don’t know what I was afraid of or what I was dreaming about. But the girl who was guarding the door stumbled in with a happy face and her words were stumbling: "Master, Master, You are back, Your Majesty..."
He obviously wanted to come down, but he tripped and fell again.
She hurriedly helped me up, and I gently pushed her hand away. For some reason, I didn't want anyone to touch it again. It was obviously something that I thought about day and night, and I thought about it all the time. But at this moment, I suddenly became afraid. I don’t know what I was afraid of. I was just very scared, so scared that I didn't dare to move anymore, as if even taking half a step hurt.
"Master, don't you go and take a look? The edict was issued half a month ago. Calculating the distance, the emperor will be here soon."
edict? I tilted my head.
"Master?" The girl shook my arm, but I gently pushed her away.
The edict half a month ago has only arrived now. If he was going to come back, why not inform his branch in advance? At least, he should issue an urgent edict so that the people in the capital and the imperial city could be prepared.
I don’t know why, but four words suddenly lingered in my mind, secretly mourning.
These four words are so heavy that I can't breathe.
If that's the case, there should be a secret edict, and I won't know the news, right? But the uneasiness in my heart is so deep in my bones.
"Master?" She called me again. I came to my senses, propped myself on the edge of the bed, put on my shoes, and hurriedly went out.
"Master." The girl followed me and put a layer of clothes on me, "It's cold."
I didn't stop, and the thin coat slipped from my shoulders, unconscious.
"master!"
I ran very fast, and all the hesitation I had just felt was gone, as if I would lose something if I didn't.
Step by step, I ran like this. There was light rain in the sky, but I forgot to hold an umbrella. I forgot that there was a carriage in the house that was faster than my legs.
The middle coat was soaked and stuck to the body greasyly, causing his steps to stagnate, and he fell heavily into the rain.
"Liao Yan?" A familiar voice came from above the head, accompanied by light horse hooves.
I raised my head suddenly, the obscure light, the rain falling in my eyes, everything was hazy.
"What's wrong, get up."
In front of his eyes, a shadow fell.
I hurriedly stretched out my hand, as if if I didn't do this, I would never be able to catch him.
"Dongli..." I never thought that my voice could be choked like this.
"Don't cry." He held me up with one arm, his voice as gentle as his movements, "Miss me?"
His words are always so frivolous. At this moment, my heart felt at ease.
It’s not that I don’t express my condolences secretly, it’s not that I don’t express my condolences secretly, it’s just that he is still alive.
"Your Majesty..." Someone said something, but he didn't listen. He just held my arm tighter and tighter.
"Let's go back, okay?"
I nodded.
Go back, go back to the palace, why, everything goes round and round, but it is still the original ending. I ran away desperately, regardless of the consequences. Now, she pounced in front of him regardless of the consequences. I can't understand myself, just as I can't understand his mind.
There was no words all the way. He stood tall and straight, and I leaned on his chest. The hot temperature made me realize how cold my body was.
Why I miss you so much, I don’t know. I clearly remember a time when I was as cold as ice and my alienation retreated far away. I thought that quitting was the best thing, but now, I was the one who broke through without any reason or thought.
Soon, he helped me dismount. The tall palace gate felt inexplicably oppressive in the low night. He raised his left hand and gently rubbed my cheek: "I'm back now, why are you crying? I didn't see you nervous about me back then. Could it be that it's really a separation rather than a wedding, and you can't bear to leave me?"
I didn't answer or dodge, I didn't know what to say. I can't deny it, I can't let him go, but I don't want to admit it either.
He grabbed my hand and slowed down, waiting for me to walk into the palace gate with him.
The lights in Chongyuan Hall have not yet been turned on, and everything is as quiet as a deep sleep. I looked at him, and he raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "I just asked someone to deliver the news to the Liao Mansion."
What does this mean? There is no news about him even from the palace. Do you know that he is coming back?
"The army is still in the south. I can't tell the world that I will leave them on the front line and run back myself, right?"
Is the army still in the south? I don't understand. He was never the kind of general to abandon his men.
He smiled slightly, as usual, but I felt that there was something hidden in that smile.
"It's very late. Are you going back to Liao Mansion or to the side hall over there?"
It was obvious that he wanted me to leave. Concealment, apart from concealment, I can no longer detect anything else.
I didn’t want to leave, I didn’t want to leave after having such a frightening dream, as if if I left this time, I would never come back or see her again.
I carefully pulled his sleeves, and he sighed, chuckled again and said, "Can't you wait to be my queen? You haven't prepared for the ceremony yet, so you are so hasty?"
I let go of my hand, my heart palpitating, and then I grabbed it again.
He stretched out his hand from his sleeve and gently held mine. I don't know whether it was because the rainy night was too cold or because I was too sensitive. I always felt that his hand was so cold that it was shocking.
"I've been traveling for a long time. Let me take a rest today and come back with you tomorrow, okay?" He leaned over, rested his chin on my forehead, and put his left arm around my waist, just gently. After a hug, he pulled away and said, "Go back and change some clothes. If you get sick tomorrow, I won't accompany you."
I couldn't linger any longer, so I just left with my head slightly lowered and moved into the side hall. Inseparable, really inseparable. It was clear that he had appeared in front of me, but I was still afraid.
After a sleepless night, there were occasional rustling sounds in his palace. When he opened the window and looked out, he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only vaguely feel that there seemed to be a whole night of tossing about there. I stood in front of and behind the window all night with the light. It wasn't until daybreak that someone came out of his room tremblingly, holding something in his hand. The sun was too bright and I couldn't see clearly. I could only vaguely see some scarlet. My heart was clenched again. Was he hurt? Serious injury? Otherwise, why leave the south and come back in a hurry?
I have a sore throat and cough twice. I was caught in the rain last night and forgot to change clothes. Now, I am definitely going to catch the wind and cold. I just don’t know how he is. I want to see him, but I am afraid that I will pass on the disease to him.
Suddenly, a man from the palace came out with a brocade quilt. The bright yellow color must be his, but it was just a shocking red, instead of the faint glimmer of it just now. In my heart, I panicked all of a sudden. I didn't have time to think about the scorching sun outside, so I opened the door and ran over.
The old slave at the door stopped me, respectfully as if he wanted to say something. How could I have the mind to listen anymore? I wanted to rush into it, but I was stopped again and again.
"The Emperor has taken a rest! The Emperor has taken a rest!"
"I'm letting you go down!" Suddenly, there was a loud shout in the room, followed by the sound of ping-ping-pong-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pong cracking.
The door suddenly opened, pushing me staggering. Someone stumbled out, and something suddenly shattered at my feet. I lowered my head, and broken pieces of porcelain were scattered on the floor.
As soon as she took a step, a jade bowl was smashed against the hem of her skirt, and hot juice splashed out, ironing her skin through her thin clothes.
Bitter medicinal taste.
What disease did he suffer from, what kind of injury did he need to take such medicine?
He pulled up the hem of his skirt, ignoring the burning pain, and stepped in. When he saw my appearance, he was so frightened that he quickly turned away, leaving only half of my silhouette.
I looked at his shoulder, which was shaking slightly, as if he was enduring great pain. There was a pool of blood on the ground.
I took a step forward, and he suddenly turned his head and took a big step back. His body swayed too much, and his arms seemed to be holding on to the edge of the table, but he couldn't hold on, and he fell down all of a sudden.
The moment he fell to the ground, I seemed to see the dream that woke me up yesterday.
Before she could say anything, she hurriedly rushed over to help him. When she couldn't help it, she knelt down with him.
Lowering his head, what he held in his hand was just an empty sleeve full of blood.
My heart suddenly felt as empty as my hands, so empty that it was scary.
He quickly pulled out the sleeve in my hand with his left hand, frowned and turned away, trying to get up. He struggled several times but it was all in vain. The way he sat next to me, even though there was only one back to me, he still looked so depressed. . It was as if he was no longer himself.
Wasn't everything fine last night? Isn't it?
"Your Majesty, please stop the bleeding first..." A submissive voice came. I turned around and saw a man who looked like a royal doctor, kneeling tremblingly on the ground and holding a medical box.
"Get down!" He growled, his voice extremely hoarse.
"Your Majesty, the wound is stained with water. If you don't take care of it properly..."
"I said, get down!"
