Sad song

The hot liquid was poured into the stomach cup by cup, and gradually formed an inexplicable hotness that rushed to the cheeks, dyeing the clean white layer into a bright red color that was about to drip.

The bright eyes were covered with water mist, and the field of vision was full of mist, which made Chu Qiao know that she was not lightly drunk.

He forced himself to leave the table, and was blown by the night wind when he went out, his mind became more like a paste and dizzy.

Avoiding the palace people and walking aimlessly, when she stopped, she found that she was already in the empty imperial garden.

Leaning against the tree trunk and slipping to the ground, Chu Qiao raised her head and closed her sore eyes.

Are you drunk?

Probably not.

She could clearly hear footsteps approaching.

"You came."

Familiar with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus rushing into her nostrils, even without opening her eyes, she knew who was standing in front of her.

There was a rustling sound as the cloth rubbed against each other, and then cold fingers brushed across the face, gently covering the closed eyelashes.

"Chu Qiao," the familiar voice seemed a bit ethereal in the darkness, so light that you could hardly feel its weight, "I regret it."

The clear lips touched the corners of the mouth, just touching the water, just right.

Chu Qiao suddenly wanted to laugh.

It was as if he had entered an absurd dream, in the dry desert, drinking poison to quench his thirst.

"But again, you'd still do it, wouldn't you?"

"Correct."

She didn't even give her the chance to drink poisoned wine.

"So what are you doing now?"

Chu Qiao sat up abruptly, avoiding the touch of the person in front of her, and even the confusion outlined by the alcohol in her expression disappeared.

Yuan Chun was silent for a while, sighing softly.

"Leave me, Chu Qiao," she looked at her with eyes rubbing the tiny stars, her vermilion lips slightly raised, outlining a faint self-mockery, "I owe you this."

"What can you owe me?" Chu Qiao said sarcastically, her slender fingers clenched into fists, "It's my fault."

Her eyes were filled with pain and suffering, but they still carried a strong and desolate affection.

For a person with deep love, all the games will be lost.

"I will not accompany you."

She turned around, and drifted away without nostalgia.

Yuan Chun stood where he was, smiling silently, but two tears slowly rolled down the corners of his eyes.

There always seems to be an invisible wall between them.

For Chu Qiao, all she wanted was an explanation, a word of love.

But for Yuan Chun, that almost broke her last pride.

So she would rather stay by her side in other ways.

It's a pity that Chu Qiao is too serious about love and can't tolerate that.

For several days after that, Chu Qiao never saw Yuan Chun again.She was left in the palace to receive Li Ce, and was exhausted by him every day.Although this person usually looks like a fool, but when it comes to important matters related to the country, he is always overly cautious, trying to trick her by beating around the bush.

But Chu Qiao was not a very easy person to get along with, and Ji Lingyue who always used four or two to make a fortune, did not let the fox-like man get any advantage.

Soon, Li Ce, who had negotiated the terms, was about to go home.

Before leaving, he looked at Chu Qiao who came to see him off, put away the cynical smirk on his face, and stared at the tough girl seriously.

"Chu Qiao, if you want, I can still take you away."

Chu Qiao refused.

"Take care," she said.

The red color gradually faded out of sight.

Just this farewell, I don't know when I will see you again.

Going back on horseback, concealing the unspeakable sadness in my heart.

The days that followed became dull, and the plan to clean up the aristocratic family was carried out in an orderly and orderly manner in the dark.

The reward for the campaign and the imperial edict for taking office were issued together, and Chu Qiao gained a firm foothold in the army under the name of the general who ruled the country.

In June, Yan Xun proclaimed himself emperor, and Da Xia sued for peace.

The old emperor has no ambitions left, and has nothing left to plan.He transferred Yuan Che and Yu Wenyue from the front line back on the charge of being unfavorable to the army.

After hearing the news, Chu Qiao silently raised his wine glass in the direction of Yan Bei only on the moonlit night.

Even if we don't see each other again, I still hope that that person is well.

Time is like water, and in a blink of an eye it will be the day when the Great Xia envoy will visit.

According to the rules of etiquette, even though Chu Qiao was reluctant, she showed up at the end and met her old friend whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

Yu Wenyue still looks so unpredictable, just like after so many years, she still doesn't understand him, and doesn't know what he wants.

In fact, he looks very similar to Ji Lingyue, the only difference is that Chu Qiao can occasionally glimpse his emotions.

Just like now, his deep eyes were full of suppressed and strong emotions.

"Long time no see," Chu Qiao looked at him quietly.

"Long time no see," Yu Wenyue said indifferently, "You should know the purpose of my trip."

She was noncommittal, lowered her eyes and fiddled with the exquisite porcelain cup in her hand, but did not speak.

"It's good that you are here," he suddenly smiled softly, "at least we don't have to draw our swords at each other."

"But each is his own master."

Chu Qiaoyan's voice was light, but there was an inexplicable coldness.

"Xing'er, you really haven't changed," Yu Wenyue calmly withdrew her redundant expression and became calm, "You just want to draw a line with me."

"Because it's good," she looked sideways out of the window, her unconcealed loneliness made the man opposite her breathless.

"Xing'er," he couldn't help but soften his tone, "if you..."

"No need, Yu Wenyue," she interrupted him, "I don't want to owe you any more."

"Forget it," Yu Wenyue was not a stalker after all, "as you wish."

He is the same as Chu Qiao, he doesn't make do with it, and he doesn't force it.

He kept his last demeanor and left with a flick of his sleeves.