This was Lingchan's last night before entering the palace.
There is no need to face the endless instructions from Grandma Xi, no longer need to read the dowry list brought into the palace, and send away Mrs. Fu, Lin Jingshu and other people who are worried about her coming to express condolences.
Lingchan hugged her knees and sat in front of the window, finally able to breathe.
Tuk Tuk——
There was a knock on the window in front of me.
Lingchan stretched out her hand and pushed open the window in front of her. The rosewood window was extremely cold under the night wind, but Lingchan seemed not to feel anything. She held on to the wooden frame of the window and said with a smile, "Why are you two brothers here?" ?”
The visitors were none other than brothers Fu Wenzhang and Fu Wenci.
The two grown-up young men crowded together in front of Lingchan's window, blocking out the moonlight and cold wind.
Fu Wenci smiled and said, "Of course I'm here to say goodbye to you! It's not okay if you haven't drank the good wine that my brother brewed for you!"
liquor?
Lingchan thought of the ten-mile peach forest and Jinglang Waterfall that Fu Wenci once described to her in the deep mountains in spring. She couldn't help laughing. She made a little joke, "I thought the two brothers were here to kidnap me again." !”
"..."
It was different from Lingchan's gentle smile and nostalgic eyes.
The twins' eyes darkened for a moment, and extremely complex emotions were entangled in their eyes.
Fu Wenzhang, with complicated thoughts, pinched out a shallow pit in the wooden frame.
After Fu heard the words, he bit the tip of his tongue, licked the smell of blood, and suddenly smiled: "How do you know it's not the case?"
Fu Wenzhang, who was standing aside, stretched out his hand to Lingchan.
The tall young general put his arm around Ling Chan's thin shoulders, put his other hand through the crook of her knee, and put Ling Chan in his arms with a little force.
"……Eh?"
Lingchan grabbed the lapel of Fu Wenzhang's clothes, fixed her body, and smiled happily, "Brother, where are you taking me to play?"
"..." Fu Wenci straightened out Lingchan's messy black hair one by one and said with a smile, "Aren't you afraid?"
Lingchan held his cold hand and put it on her face, smiling and saying, "Brother will not hurt me!"
"What do you want to do?" Fu Wenzhang raised his arm slightly and rubbed his chin against Lingchan's black hair, which had just been trimmed. "It's all up to you."
Lingchan narrowed her smile, remained calm for a while, and said softly: "I want... to get closer to the moon in the sky."
"It's such a rare opportunity, why don't you go out and play?"
"...No. Thank you, brother."
Fu Wenzhang counted on his toes, his long sleeves fluttered open in the wind, and he was on the roof of Lingchan's house in a few seconds.
Fu Wenci looked left and right, moved a ladder, held the wine in his arms, and climbed up slowly.
"It seems like you shouldn't be lazy in martial arts classes when you were a kid."
He looked at Lingchan with a smile, shook his head and sighed, "I am now embarrassed in front of my sister."
Lingchan smiled and waved to him, "Brother, come quickly!"
The moonlight is especially bright tonight.
The girl smiled, her eyes sparkling, her long eyelashes trembling, shaking off thousands of stars.
Fu Wenci felt that the melancholy in his heart was swept away by the girl's smile, and his heart became clear.
He walked up to the eaves, and the tiles under his feet made a slight creaking sound. The two people sitting side by side in front of him were his closest half, and the other was his favorite girl.
His brother and sister.
They were all waiting for him.
Fu Wenci divided the wine in his arms between the two of them, and introduced in a brisk voice: "This is the wine I buried in the yard the year my sister came to our house. It was originally given to my sister as a wedding gift, but now I take it It’s not bad to go out and drink.”
According to the custom of the Yong Dynasty, when a girl is born, several jars of female red flowers will be buried in the yard for her, and when she gets married, they will be used to entertain guests at the wedding banquet. Of course, Marquis Xuanwei would not prepare these things for his adopted daughter who became a monk on her way to becoming a monk, but Fu Wenci did not allow others to have things that his own sister did not have.
Not only must it exist, it must also be the best!
He went to learn winemaking specifically, but he didn't like the lingering touch of Ner Hong. What he prepared for Lingchan was sweet and soft peach blossom wine.
Countless times, I have proudly fantasized about my sister’s sweet thanks and the guests’ endless compliments.
It's no longer useful now.
When the emperor accepts his concubine, where is the wedding banquet? Where did the guests come from?
Lingchan picked up the jar and took a big sip of wine. A soft red color immediately appeared on Fu Rong's face, "Brother is so awesome!"
Fu Wenci smiled and thanked him.
Maybe it was because of drinking that Chan talked a lot tonight, chirping, and her smile was as bright as the March sun, bright and lively.
The twins were just the opposite. They were busy drinking as if they were competing, and responded to Lingchan's words from time to time. They were different from their usual liveliness.
Lingchan frowned and pretended to be dissatisfied: "Brothers, aren't you happy being with me? You are so indifferent!"
"I just think you don't have to smile if you're unhappy," Fu Wenzhang said.
Fu Wenci's voice was flat, and there was no hint of emotion or anger. He answered, "You can show your weak side in front of me."
Lingchan was stunned for a moment, then she put away her smile and frowned: "Brother, what are you talking about? How can I be unhappy if you come to accompany me?"
On Lingchan's left side, Fu Wenci held her hand. His fingers, which were a whole circle larger than hers, squeezed forcefully between her fingers, interlocking with hers and sticking tightly together.
To Lingchan's right, Fu Wenzhang suddenly reached out and hugged Lingchan, burying his head in the crook of her neck. His hot breath sprayed on the white collarbone, causing tiny goosebumps.
"sorry."
Two voices, one from the left and one from the right, sounded at the same time.
Lingchan didn't hesitate.
She turned her head and imitated Fu Wenzhang's behavior just now, rubbed the top of his hair affectionately, and said softly: "It's okay, brother."
She didn't ask why, she knew it in her heart.
"It was my own choice to enter the palace, and I don't want to cry anymore. From the crown prince to Prince An, they have all failed me. I don't want to be left in the same place stupidly with enthusiasm... I don't You will never be weak again.”
"It's good to enter the palace. The highest power in the world that I covet is there."
"...I failed to protect you." That's why you need to work so hard.
Lingchan's collarbone felt hot.
She took her hand out of Fu Wenci's palm and pushed Fu Wenzhang's head away.
She stood up, turned around, bent down, and held Fu Wenzhang's face.
The ends of his flying eyes were now pitifully red.
Lingchan's thumb gently brushed the red color, and she said calmly: "I will protect myself."
She won't be dependent on anyone else anymore.
Fu Wenci sat aside. After the girl's warm palm was taken away, his hand was quickly blown cold by the night wind.
He watched Fu Wenzhang hugging Lingchan like a wounded beast and burying his head in her thin and soft clothes.
He looked at his cold palms.
My heart felt like a swarm of ants had suddenly crawled up, gnawing at the fragile soft flesh.
His sister used to be his favorite.
When shopping, she would hold his sleeve and follow him. She would be the first to share the delicious food with him when she bought something delicious. When talking, she would always turn half of her face in his direction.
These preferential treatment are now for another person.
He thought she had forgiven him. But the wrong things they had done in the past were like a crack that could not be ignored between the two of them.
It's a scar that hurts when touched.
