Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

Fortunately, when the song finally ended, the moment the piano sound stopped, I finally grabbed one of Jing Nian's arms.

With his other hand, he pushed open the locked door at the end of the stairs.

The harsh winter air hit my face, and the lyre fish was alarmed. Their exquisitely carved scales danced lightly in the beam of light, like snow floating in a vacuum. I subconsciously thought that I had returned home.

After the eyes got used to the light, it became clear that it was just an ordinary room in front of him. It was in line with Jing Nian's taste. It was extremely simple and 90% of the space was used for light transmission.

The source of the light is the painting hanging on the wall. The painting has two sides, and the clouds and mist surround it like a fairyland.

However, the black satin covering the eyes was removed from the painting on the back. Presumably, after he was promoted to a prophet, this painting was left in order to prevent the royal family in Chungdu from forgetting his face.

Jing Nian stared at the face of the person in the painting, his gaze was tangled, and he finally believed with difficulty that there were people in this world whose face was exactly the same as his own.

He raised his hand, flicked his fingertips in the air, touched fish scales, and issued fragmented notes, which perfectly connected with the piano music that had just ended, like a born composer.

But Jing Nian didn't care to appreciate it, he just asked, "Where's the piano?"

Indeed, the sound of the qin could be heard clearly outside the door just now, but when we approached, there was only a spotless qin table, which seemed to have been wiped not long ago, and the guqin and No. 3 that guided us were gone.

I was at a loss, "It's my first time here too."

"Really." He looked at me and spit out these two words without any tone, making it impossible for me to judge whether it was a statement or a question.

The knuckles of Jing Nian's fingers holding the scroll turned white, and he squeezed through the back of the paper, and continued: "But this piece was composed for my senior brother, and I only played it in front of my senior brother."

I couldn't explain it, he became more and more disappointed, and turned his eyes back to the painting, saying: "As the senior brother said, there are really two identical faces in the world, so is this identical song also a coincidence? Or is it that the senior brother gave me as a gift?" Your song was randomly handed over to Chungdu Guoshi?"

"Jingnian is the first and only time to compose a piece of music and give it to others. Naturally, he cherishes it very much. I thought the senior brother was the same, but I didn't expect to overestimate my weight in the senior brother's eyes."

"No, I didn't pass it on to others... I stopped dreaming a long time ago... I have nothing to do with the national teacher..." I have never felt that the words of the facts are so weak, I can only take a few steps forward in a hurry, hold his hand.

The snow-white rice paper on the table suddenly rose without wind and landed between Jing Nian and me.

It also completely cut off my hope of justification.

It was a set of vertical subtraction notation used to record Guqin repertoire, and the ink hadn't completely dried up. Although it wasn't as clear as the modern staff notation, there was no need to think about it, it was the culprit's melody written on it.

I hurriedly tried to snatch the sheet music, but it was too late. Under my eyes, on the blank column on the side, stroke by stroke, four words appeared: I have not read for many years.

Thus, this untitled piece has a name.

Long time no see.

Rather than saying hello implicitly, it is better to say it is a blatant provocation.

Jing Nian's palms are cold, and my constant temperature system can't keep them warm.

"I guessed right, it really is an old acquaintance. Brother, is this why you are running away from me? What is the relationship between you?"

What kind of relationship... I can't define it exactly, but No. 3 has already said that we are Taoist companions.

Naturally, this answer cannot be given to Jing Nian, especially Jing Nian who is currently in an extremely unstable state.

He withdrew his hand from my palm, and in the next second, the portrait of the national teacher was torn apart, the light source was in turmoil, and the falling snow on the scales went up one after another. The picture was quiet and depressing, so cramped that I could barely breathe.

The heartbeat also stopped suddenly, and the system prompted that the target's killing intent was detected, and it may have an attack tendency, the probability is unknown.

The brain starts high-frequency calculations and gives solutions.

[There is a huge difference in force value, so there is no head-on conflict. 】

[It is recommended to properly fabricate false information in words to delay the outbreak of the target. 】

In other words, only lying can calm things down.

Do you really want to do this?Not long ago I swore not to lie to Jing Nian, if I lied now, would the trust between us be saved?

While hesitating, he heard the eunuch's shrill voice outside Yongshou Palace.

"Congratulations, ladies and gentlemen!"

I woke up like a dream, only to remember the infiltration plan originally planned for tonight.

When one thing bothers you, switch to another.

This is the instinct of a multi-threaded computing machine.

Although I was very sorry for Jing Nian, I had no choice but to turn around and run down the stairs.

Compared with the process of entering here, leaving seemed smooth and unimpeded, even Jing Nian didn't follow, but his cold eyes still seemed to stick to me.

It wasn't until I returned to Jing Nian's dorm and put on the outer shirt that had been taken off that I didn't feel so cold anymore.The front skirt of the skirt was a little low, and I was afraid that the traces left by Jing Nian would be seen, so I had to hunched over with my chest in my chest and ran quickly to Yongshou Palace.

According to Qin Simu's report, the emperor vomited blood this morning, which shocked all the ministers. The general summoned several imperial physicians, Elder Xue and other medical practitioners, surrounded the emperor's bed tightly, and specially invited Concubine Chu back to her My own Yong'an Palace, saying that it needs to be clean for medical treatment, is actually avoiding her.

Qin Sanchu didn't argue with him any more, anyway, all the concubines in the harem could inform her.

After a while, the imperial physicians came out of Yongshou Palace exhaustedly, seeing that they were trembling and worried about the appearance of the head on their necks, it was extremely difficult to imagine, the concubines also had sad faces, and gathered together anxiously whispering something , did not mean to disperse the various residences, but walked to the Yong'an Palace of Qin Sanchu in unison, more than a hundred people were mighty.

Probably have to plan the so-called continuation of life again.

Taking advantage of the dark night and the large number of people, I sneaked into the tail of the team when they passed a lush garden.

In Qin Sanchu's huge bedroom, only a bean-sized candle was lit, and when the concubines rushed in, she had already taken off all her fine clothes and was dressed in plain white. Looking at the things in her hands, she sighed inaudibly when she heard the movement, and put the things in the big box on the table, which was already full of various objects, ranging from clothing to daily necessities.This posture inevitably makes people think of saying goodbye.

I have good night vision, and I can see that what she just put into the box is a pair of longevity locks that are tightly fastened together on the back, which means nothing more than safety and prosperity, and will be removed when she is old.

Both locks are very old, the gold-plated surface is very dull, the upper one can be vaguely seen, the center is engraved with a Chu character, which is incompatible with the rest of the luxurious and bright ornaments, as for the lower one, what is engraved on it cannot be seen.

The concubine who came in noticed her actions, looked at each other a few times, and spoke with some difficulty.

"Sister Chu, the emperor is dying soon."

"There's nothing you can do about it. Your Majesty has been ill for ten years. At the beginning, it still happened every six months. Now it's only every other day..."

"As soon as the emperor dies, the general will inevitably launch a mutiny, and he will not let go of every Yanshi."

"So we have to send a few people to renew his life tonight, otherwise all Yanshi will die."

I thought this group of people was here to let Concubine Chu decide who would go tonight. After all, my intuition was that life extension would end in bad luck, but what they said next was unexpected.

"Sister Chu, let me go."

"And I."

"I'll go as well."

All of a sudden, the voices came one after another. Everyone knew that there was a dead end ahead, but they still took the initiative to ask for a job. Thinking back to the concubines they met the night before, their eyes were so firm, it was a sense of faith that put life and death aside.

No one forced it, it was all voluntary.

On the one hand, they lived in the deep palace for a long time, like canaries pampered; on the other hand, they sacrificed their lives just to survive.

It sounds ridiculous and contradictory, but it is their real situation.

Why not just escape from the palace and avoid death?

I guess, maybe it has something to do with their reversed gender.

And this guess was partly confirmed by Qin Sanchu's words.

"You don't have to argue, 13 years ago, from the day when we asked the national teacher to reverse the yin and yang, we agreed that renewing the life of the emperor is the price of reversing, and renewing life must be sorted by age. I am older than you. Today Naturally, Bengong will take the lead."

Qin Sanchu waved his hand to signal for the concubines to be quiet, and said earnestly, "Although the Yanshi clan is not bound by blood, they love each other better than close relatives. We will bid farewell today. You only need to take good care of my belongings like other departed sisters. I will live my unfinished years."

The concubines shook their heads and refused.

"No, sister Chu, you can't die."

"You are the backbone of everyone. If you are gone, we...we really don't know what to do."

"Yeah, we all grew up together, and our hearts are together, so whoever lives is not alive."

"As long as my sister is here, one day, the throne will be in our clan's pocket, and then we won't have to suffer like this."

I could only listen silently as they told each other what Qin Sanchu said to Qin Simu yesterday: everything I did was not for myself, but for the entire Yanshi clan.

But it's only superficial. To get a glimpse of a complete iceberg underwater, you must fully know what happened 13 years ago.

But now is obviously not the occasion for me to find out the old things. There was a lot of crying in the hall, so I had to take off the scarf on my wrist and pretend to wipe my tears.

Qin Sanchu, who was persuaded by the concubines to compromise, picked up the longevity lock in the box again, and said sadly: "No matter how I make excuses, I can't cover up the fact that my sisters have left one by one, but I have survived. Maybe Xiaochao was right back then, we who stayed in the palace all took the wrong path."

She turned her wrist and turned the lock to the back, and I could see it through the veil.

On the other side of the longevity lock, the words engraved are: Chao.

Come to think of it, Brother Yu, that is, Qin Sanchao was expelled from the palace, also 13 years ago.

Why is it all 13 years ago? Even the emperor was infected with autumn plague 13 years ago.

All in one place in time.

I didn't have time to sort out the information, so I saw Qin Sanchu close the box and said softly: "In this case, except for those who are going to Yongshou Palace today, let the others pack their things for them."

The concubines got up and went to work in an orderly manner.

Without their cover, Qin Sanchu raised his eyes for an instant, met my gaze, lowered his head quickly, and heard her call me: "Sister, can you help me move this box inside?"

"Chu...Sister Chu, I'm going to Yongshou Palace." My voice was like a mosquito.

She seemed to be a little puzzled, narrowed her eyes, and scanned my flat chest with a slightly scrutinizing gaze, and her tone became more friendly. "My sister is still so young, there is no need to go."

Immediately, I, who was originally inconspicuous, became the focus of the crowd, and the other concubines also persuaded me to stay.

I was pushed and pushed by them, all kinds of fragrance powder made me dizzy, so I turned around and ran out the door in a hurry.

"I, I send my sisters off."

Qin Sanchu's voice suddenly rose, and he shouted: "Slow down! Stop."

Anyone can hear her bad tone.

I was stunned, not daring to move, wondering in my heart, did she suddenly see something wrong?