Come evening again, Qingya sat on the chair and looked up at the sky. The wind gradually stopped the trees, the flowers were dancing, and a vague bright moon hung in the sky, with dots of silver light falling. She stretched out her hand, and the moonlight fell on her fingers.
"Girl, the king is here!" Cui He walked in with small steps and stood in front of the garden altar gate.
She quickly sat up and wrapped a thick blanket around her body.
She heard the gradual footsteps stop, and she looked up. It was him standing in front of her in a black robe, and she forced a smile.
"Cui He, please step back!" He waved gently.
Cui He stood motionless in front of the hall, with his head lowered and his hands clasped.
He turned around and looked at Cuihe and said, "Go down first and let the lonely king have a word with the girl!"
Cuihe struggled for a long time before slowly retreating.
She turned her cheek away, pulled another handful of the fleece blanket that was about to fall off, and sat under the lintel to admire the moon.
"Qingya..." he called her.
He sat down next to her and followed her gaze to the full moon.
"Your Majesty, what do you want?" This was the only thing she said to him.
He felt uncomfortable looking at her clear profile, full red lips and her never-ending gaze.
"I still remember that when you were a child, you also liked to sit in the pavilion and admire the moon like this, and sometimes you would nestle in my arms." He suddenly laughed, then looked at her motionless look, and gradually stopped smiling.
"I sometimes want to ask, why did you change?"
Finally, her eyes turned around and she looked at him. Those thousand-year-old eyes made him tremble in his heart. Soon, she lowered her bead-like pupils.
"Hey! In fact, I haven't changed. I have always treated the king as my brother. But you have changed and want me, your cousin, to be your concubine."
"I have never regarded you as my sister from the beginning. Ever since my uncle promised you to me, I have regarded you as someone I like. We are going to be husband and wife in the future. Is it because my feelings have deviated? "
He said, asking her some questions that he had no answer for.
"Yes, the king is wrong!" she said.
"Am I wrong?" he asked.
After hearing this, she did not answer, but retracted her feet into her skirt, and then looked at the moon among the stacked clouds. In the courtyard, the pavilion and pool stones are all covered with silver light. In the distance, deep in the flower brocade, the square stone path has an oily luster under the moonlight. Suddenly, the winter wind passes, and there seems to be a blush coming through the window. Suddenly, when I look up, I see I saw that there were only a few clusters of flowers left on the branches of the plum tree.
When she looked at this lonely scene, she suddenly remembered that today is the twenty-eighth of the twelfth lunar month...
"My King, do you know what helplessness is? My father has been dedicated to you since I was born. For more than ten years, my father has been telling me all the time that I should learn this and that, because I want to marry you!"
"Dad said that you loved listening to Pipa, so he asked me to learn it day and night. He said that you loved girls who were knowledgeable and sensible, so he asked me to memorize and practice calligraphy all day long. If I made a mistake, I would be beaten. The whip was whipped on my hand, and my blood flowed. I don’t dare cry even if I’m bleeding.”
"And now, in order to control me, he forcefully sent me to the palace, thinking that I would have no way to retreat! But my king, you have a girl, and you are willing to force her to marry a Is she someone she doesn’t love? Are you willing to tie her up like this?"
There was a hint of resentment in her words, but gradually she calmed down and sighed deeply.
He was also silent and dropped his hands.
"Your Majesty, please let me go! From now on, we will still be brothers and sisters," she said calmly.
"Let's go!" He stood up quietly, straightened his gown, and stood under the door with his hands behind his back.
"Li Qingya, one day, you will come back to me. At that time, you can't even think of leaving me for an inch."
He had his hands behind his back, and with his eight-foot body, it was difficult to lift his head. He nodded, tears flashing in his eyes.
"One day you will know how much I love you!"
After saying that, he waved his sleeves and left, saying goodbye. His majestic and heroic figure passed by the bouquet of flowers outside the golden gate. In an instant, the petals fluttered and fell quietly on the wooden board, and then disappeared with the wind without a trace.
She was still curled up on the wooden chair by the fire, watching the red flowers fall one after another.
On the second day, Wanyanyong received the news that King Qi was coming early, so he waited in the main hall. When he saw him arriving in Confucian attire, he immediately stepped forward to greet him.
"Brother Wang, why are you here in such a hurry!" He invited him to sit down and said.
"Oh, Gu Wang, let's see if you're feeling better?" He looked stern, but after a while he raised his head and suddenly smiled.
Wanyanyong lowered his head: "My brother is much better..."
"Oh, that's good, um..." He hesitated for a while.
"King Gu was a little reckless that day, Wulu, don't take it personally."
"Oh, it doesn't matter. My brother is thinking about brother Yu Wang, Yu Kuike, and brother Yu. In fact, we are all brothers, so we must not live apart!"
"Yes, what you said is true, the lonely king will remember it." He quietly picked up a cup of tea on the table and brought it to the corner of his lips, then stopped in the air.
"Wulu!" He turned his head and looked into his eyes.
"The lonely king wants to discuss something with you!"
"Brother Wang, please speak!"
"Actually, the lonely king wants to accept Qingya. How about you give her up?" He said bluntly.
As soon as the words came out, Wan Yanyong held his breath, lowered his eyes and thought deeply.
"Let her go back to the Li family. How about if you want any beauty, the lonely king can find it for you?" He put his big hands on his knees.
Wan Yanyong had a calm temperament and did not have any conflict with him. He just smiled and said: "I have many concubines, and a peerless beauty will naturally accompany Brother Wang. It is better for Brother Wang to keep it to himself!"
"Then you won't give in?" he asked.
After hearing this, he still smiled quietly.
"Brother Chen actually has a plan. He will send his cousin back to the Li family tomorrow!"
"Oh? Is this true?"
He looked at him for a long time, and without even a trace of evasion, he calmed down a little and said, "Wulu is indeed a gentleman, so the lonely king will be relieved."
"Brother Wang, you can rest assured. Brother Wang is the number one person in Daijin. Wulu must act accordingly."
Wan Yanyong's eyes were firm and his expression did not change. Wan Yanliang stared at him closely, trying to test the truth of his words. After a moment, he turned back: "Haha, okay, okay."
In Hui Wan Garden, Qing Ya was sleepy. She had not eaten properly for several days and could only eat a bowl of porridge and steamed buns for one meal a day. When she was hungry, she would sleep to relieve her hunger.
She looked a little thin, and her face had lost its former rosiness. She was dressed in white obscene clothes, her long wavy hair was a little messy, there were vermilion beads hanging between her eyebrows, and she still wore the Wan Yan Liang gift on her neck. love object.
She just got up and saw Mingxuan beside the bed.
"Sister-in-law, when did you come?"
She struggled to get up, leaned against the bed, and gently raised the thin curtain.
"Qingya, I watched you sleep, so I didn't disturb you. I made chicken soup myself. You drink some. Look, you've lost a lot of weight these days due to hunger."
As she spoke, she hurriedly opened the lunch box on the table next to her, filled some chicken, mixed with white radish and soup, and handed it to Qingya. Vaguely, he could see a few scratches on her slender jade fingers, with some blood stains on them.
When Qingya took the bowl, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the blood stain. She quickly snatched the bowl of soup and placed it on the low table next to her, pulling back her flinching hand.
She saw the scratches on the noble concubine's slender jade fingers glowing with blood, and her eyes became moist.
For her, she had grown up under oppression and had never felt much warmth from her family. Looking at the blood stains on her crisp hands, she suddenly blushed on the tip of her nose.
"Wulin Mingxuan, what are you doing? You have a body, who asked you to cook? Look at your hands!"
She shouted her name very loudly. Mingxuan lowered her eyebrows like a child who had made a mistake. After a moment, she raised her head and spoke: "On weekdays, my sister-in-law is used to being pampered and pampered. She didn't learn anything when she was a girl." As for cooking skills, I saw that the nanny in the kitchen made good soup, so I asked her to teach me some!"
"If you don't know how, you won't learn. Look at your hands!" Qingya lowered her tone.
She smiled, her elegant eyes blurred with tears, and she threw herself into her arms with red eyes, just like she used to throw herself into her mother's arms.
Mingxuan patted her thin back with her hand and comforted her: "It doesn't matter, it's just a minor injury. Those wives of common people are not like this! I am thinking that you refuse to eat. If my sister-in-law cooks in person, what do you think? Maybe I’ll take a few bites.”
"Would you like some food?"
"Eat, eat, Qingya, eat immediately!" She held the bowl of soup in both hands and drank it in big gulps.
"Does it taste good?" Qing Ya nodded with red eyes.
"Sister-in-law, although Qingya is a girl, Qingya is willing to protect her as a pampas grass for the rest of her life."
"Yeah, okay, okay!" She nodded quickly.
Only after Qingya drank all the chicken soup in the earthen pot did she catch a glimpse of a maid entering:
"Your Majesty, your Majesty has sent a message saying that His Highness King Qi has arrived and invites my cousin to come to the main hall."
Mingxuan paused, then quickly held her hands tightly, and looked into her eyes: "Qingya, are you going?"
The eyes that looked at her were full of fear and discomfort, and her little eyebrows, which were like a heavy mountain, had been frowning for a long time.
"Sister-in-law, Qingya, go! Qingya puts on her makeup and goes!"
She looked at her expression and averted her eyes.
"Qingya, it's better not to go. Wan Yanliang is really someone not to be trifled with. If you have anything to do with her, others will gossip," she said seriously.
"Sister-in-law, I have to go!" she said firmly.
"Okay! Sister-in-law, I'll leave first," Mingxuan was a little reluctant and waited for a long time before replying.
She originally wanted to stop Qing Ya, but after hearing what she said, she couldn't change her mind, so she gently wiped her skirt, looked at the steaming soup on the small case, and then looked at her eyes, reluctant to leave.
Arriving at the main hall, Qing Ya wore a light dark blue skirt, tied up in braids, covered with white fluff hair accessories, leaving a thin braid hanging down at the back, a crystal wipe on her forehead hanging between her eyebrows, and a pair of plain earrings casually on her ears.
She didn't know why, but she wanted to dress more modestly today, so she wore a red and white undershirt as a lining. She wore a pair of pink brocade shoes with a few pearls on her feet, and she always had two rings of pearls around her waist. The bell rang every time, and its clear and sweet sound aroused the thoughts of the two people in the main hall from afar.
