The night is as cold as thin ice, and the red plum blossoms are frosty in all directions. The red candles are swaying in Huiwan Garden, and the crystal bead curtain is meandering and pouring. Behind the curtain, Qing Qing takes off her hairpins and skirt, and sits alone in front of the writing desk and inkstone in a plain robe. She gently held the white jade pen in her small hand, and she fell into a graceful posture. She lightly lifted her plain skirt and leaned on the table. She looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, the cold wind biting her bones, and she felt lovesick.
In a moment, she added colors on the paper, creating a picture of a girl with various faces, every face and every face showing her beauty.
She picked up her pen and held an inch of her long hair in her hand. She looked into the candlelight and read: "The green purple robe, I have been thinking about it for a long time. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come. I'm carrying my hair, and I'm in the city gate." , missing for one day is like missing you for three months."
After being confined for a day or two, she only ate some white porridge. She was a little dizzy from hunger. Suddenly, he missed King Qi again. She studied painting with him that day, and his handsome side face caught her eye, and it struck her heart again. From now on there is no more beauty in the world.
She stared at the candlelight, which slowly became fainter, but she didn't notice that Wan Yanyong was wearing a light Xuan Confucian uniform with a faint scent of wine, and he was holding Yungong eating cakes in his arms.
Yun Gong called out with a sweet voice: "Cousin aunt!"
A voice as sweet as honey brought her back to her thoughts. She turned her head and looked away, then raised the corners of her lips and said, "Hey! Why is the king here!"
He saw her leaning alone on the desk, her face dimmed by the red candle, her face soft and soft, her whole body as plain as the still moon and white snow, and her heart like a calm lake rippled by the wind.
"I came here to see you. You haven't eaten anything during the day. I brought you some cakes that you like."
After saying that, he ordered his descendants to come in and put down a snack box, and then hugged Yungong and sat next to her. When the little Yungong saw her, he hurriedly reached out:
"Auntie! Hug!"
"Okay, come and hug our Yun Gong!"
She placed three-year-old Yungong on her lap and sat lightly, facing him, lowering her thin eyebrows like willow leaves.
She frowned and sniffed carefully. He seemed to smell of alcohol.
"Your Majesty, are you drunk?"
"Had a few drinks with some friends earlier."
After saying that, he took out a piece of acacia cake from the food box and handed it to her: "Here, Qingya, have something to eat."
She lowered her head and shook her head: "I'm not hungry!"
"Qingya, are you angry with the lonely king now? Even if you want to be angry, you should take care of yourself first!"
"How could I be angry with the king? I'm just not hungry."
She took the pastry and put it in her arms to Yungong's lips: "Yungong, can you eat it? Will you grow taller after eating it?"
Yungong obeyed and took the piece of cake, raised his big eyes to look at him and called: "Daddy!"
"Auntie gives it to you, just take the food!"
The child hesitated a little, and then didn't eat. He just watched his father's eyes cast on her alone. He looked up and murmured, and stretched out his little hand: "Auntie, you eat! You eat!"
He brought the pastry to her lips, and she opened her mouth and bit into half of it, looking at Yun Gong's fleshy face and pure eyes.
Then there was Yungong's grin, and his pink lips were like a flower.
"It seems that Yungong is the one who can persuade you. Then I will feed your aunt more."
"Yes, Daddy!"
She hesitantly ate the pastries that Yun Gong passed to her again and again. After eating, she doted on the bridge of his nose, causing his cheeks to blush for a while.
Yungong placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and looked at her father shyly, blushing.
Wanyanyong suddenly smiled: "This child is actually kissing you!"
"Your Majesty, Qingya is a child, and children naturally get closer to children, right?"
Yungong nodded quickly, then leaned into her arms and yawned like an obedient lazy cat.
He followed her fingers and saw her skirt. Recalling what happened that day, he felt a little guilty for a moment.
"Qingya, are your injuries better?" he asked.
"It's been more than half a month, so it's naturally getting better. It's just a minor flesh injury."
"Actually, by coming to Yongguo Mansion, you can avoid some undue punishments from your uncle, and you can have more freedom on weekdays!"
After hearing this, she put her jade finger on Yungong's cheek and caressed it. Then she looked down and saw that his eyelids were drooped and he was sleepy.
"Of course I understand the king's good intentions. In order to get me out of my father's eyes, he personally came to take me into the palace."
She pursed her lips and smiled, the smile was so forced, there was no sparkle in her eyes, nor did they stay on him for a moment.
"The lonely king said that he would protect you, not only because you are a cousin, but also...!" He increasingly didn't know how to express it.
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head very low, feeling one part cautious, two parts lonely, three parts indescribable, and four parts affectionate.
After hearing this, she saw his embarrassed attitude and did not make any response. The sleeves of her plain clothes had become slightly cold, and she couldn't help but shiver.
"Your Majesty, in fact, how could such an elegant and humble person be able to catch your eye? A person who is suitable for you should be someone as famous as my sister-in-law, or someone as beautiful as Lady Ling and Sister-in-law Zhang..."
She smiled and said, "Actually, everyone praises me for being smart, but I know how smart I am in my heart."
"Qingya, you are very good, really!" He looked at her red face under the red candle.
"Your Majesty, in terms of blood relationship, I am your cousin, but as a king and minister, I am just a slave of yours. I am a lowly person in this life. I don't have much ideals. I only want to stay with the one I love. , at least for the rest of my life, I will live a comfortable life," she cast her gaze towards the dim bright window.
"Qingya, the lonely king..." He hesitated.
"Your Majesty, you said that our friendship has been since childhood. Maybe my brother just has a brother-sister relationship with me, and now he has misunderstood our relationship."
She spoke a lot at once, but he remained silent. Seeing that the candlelight seemed to be burning out the last inch of wax, she gently picked up Yungong, who was already sleeping in her arms, and carefully handed him to Wanyan. Yong's maid carried her out.
She stood up and stood in front of the Yuli Hall. She bowed slightly and said, "It's late at night. Your Majesty will go to court tomorrow. I'd like to see you off."
It was hard for him to say anything when she drove him away like this. He wanted to say something more, but it was no longer interesting.
He took long strides, and his long clothes fell far away. He walked step by step with difficulty, and looked back at each other from time to time, wandering around.
Close to the small door, he leaned on the railing and saw her standing in plain clothes, with thin and erect shoulders. He also looked at the pink muscles between her ears and fur collar. She really looked like a jade-bone lady. He walked slowly past The window is open, and the steps appear heavy and unrelenting.
Seeing that he had gone away, she went inside the screen and took off her thick plain robe, leaving only a thin layer of hazy silk cyan robe.
After a while, Cuihe entered the room, straightened her clothes, and quietly took off the beads from her hair and placed them on the dressing table.
"Cuihe, I'll come by myself. It's late at night, so you can just go back to the wing and rest."
"girl!"
She smiled slightly: "Go quickly! It can be cold at night."
She stroked the bronze mirror in front of the dressing table and looked at herself. Seeing a haggard face in the bronze mirror, she raised her hand to stroke her cheek, and she missed King Qi in a trance, and she missed him deeply.
She held up the newly repaired bamboo jade ring on her chest to take a closer look, but suddenly she heard Cui He scream: "Your Majesty, why are you back again?"
Wanyanyong was in an abnormal mood and walked into the inner room quickly, startling both of them.
She immediately stood up from the dressing table, took a few steps back, took off the fluffy dress that had just been taken off the shelf and put it on: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you!"
Unexpectedly, he immediately walked in front of her in two steps, hugged her tightly, pushed her against the wall with a gentle gesture, and took off the thick robe, leaving only the layer of obscene clothes.
Suddenly, he stopped, lifted her up with both arms and placed her on the bed, his majestic figure also pressed down.
Cui He was so frightened that he fell to the ground: "Your Majesty, stop, this will lead to a big mistake! Please don't be so impulsive."
"Let me go, what are you going to do!" She cried, her hands trying to resist.
He controlled her hands and held her close to her shoulders. He looked at her delicate silky skin and smelled the slightest fragrance. His heart was like a wild horse galloping across the wilderness.
He seemed to be drunk, he kept mumbling, and the movements of his hands never stopped.
He tore off her green bra, leaving only the thin layer of gauze revealing her inner garment. Her arms, shoulders, and white neck were all vaguely visible, and her immature body was vaguely visible through the thin garment. posture.
"I love you! It hasn't changed," he said with red eyes.
His passionate kisses went all the way down her neck, out of control. In his broad arms, she was like a lamb at the mercy of others, unable to move at all and unable to resist.
She cried and struggled, like a deer stuck in the quagmire, helpless. She opened her mouth and bit him on the shoulder cruelly, which awakened half of his sense.
He felt a burst of pain dissipate, and he touched his shoulder lightly and blinked. She looked at her, her whole body was shaking, her plain clothes were torn to pieces, and his hand was still wrapped around her long hair. Wusi.
"Qingya..." he called her.
She lay weakly on the bed, crying under his body, her desperate eyes opening and closing, tears constantly falling.
"Qingya..." He stretched out his hand and put the dirty clothes on her.
She sat up in horror, looked down at the cinnabar mole on her arm, and looked around. Her helplessness was reflected in her frightened eyes.
She quickly got off the bed, her feet were bare and her long hair was scattered, she got into the bed and curled up in the corner of the bed.
He looked at her crying and trembling look lovingly, then quickly sat closer and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Qingya! I'm sorry, the lonely king is rude."
"Your Majesty, what must I do to make you let me go? I beg Your Majesty to let me go." She shed red tears and was choked with sobs.
"Your Majesty, please let me go, please."
"Qingya!" He called her.
"Your Majesty, please let me go!"
She begged him endlessly, even letting go of her usual stubbornness. Look at her tears and hair stuck together, as fragile as a broken flower.
She was poked at the most vulnerable part of her heart, and tears fell from her eyes in great sadness, and her trembling shoulders seemed to be unable to hold on.
He took his hand back and paused beside the couch, thinking for a long time.
"No, the lonely king will not let you leave!" He mustered up the courage to say this, and his voice became softer.
"I do not love you……"
Every word of hers pierced through his heart like an arrow. After a moment, he caressed his clothes, retreated quietly, leaving her alone in the quilt, her eyes dim with tears.
