Bird Reimu Dance · Returning Night

Nangong Jue took several guards to escort me back to the palace.

Along the way, I hung my head sullenly and remained silent.

Although I also understand that the love in my heart is insignificant and can never be mentioned, but the fact that Murong Ying left me and left with others again without saying anything will make people feel sour and bitter.

After entering the palace, Nangong Jue insisted on personally escorting me to the Changyang Hall.

When the little maids in the Changyang Palace saw him, they were more excited than seeing my master who had been missing for a whole day, and several of them got together and talked about him secretly with blushing faces.

He looked around the crowd, bowed his hands to me respectfully, "Since Your Highness has returned to the palace safely, please allow me to take my leave first."

I nodded silently and looked up at him. This was the first time I looked at this man so closely.

Under the moonlight, there was a serene smile on his lips. He was obviously a general of the imperial army, but at this moment, his robe was fluttering and elegant.

This person is really like the black-clothed boy from aristocratic family that is often mentioned in the book.

It's no wonder that Murong Ying once liked him, and many women in Beijing also admired him. If it wasn't for the fact that they overheard the conversation between Murong Ying and him last time, and learned a little about his unknown side, maybe even I will also be dazzled by his elegant and noble demeanor.

In the next two days, I didn't expect him to come to Changyang Hall again, bringing Jinchuang medicine to visit me.

I'm very uncomfortable, and I don't know why he is so interested in me, the idle prince, all of a sudden.

On Murong Ying's side, Liang Jiu would bring the decoction back intact every day.

"The princess said that her body is fine, so you don't have to send her away anymore, my lord." Liang Jiu said to me with a bitter face.

"This is a slow-conditioning medicine. She has only taken it for a few days. How could it be all good?" I went to deliver it myself, but unexpectedly, she didn't even see me. .

I don't know what happened, but I always feel that after I return to the palace this time, the atmosphere in the palace has become even weirder.

Even Wei Xinyue and I haven't seen her for two days. I went to her Yuehua Palace to look for her, but I didn't meet her. I don't know where I went.

And the Empress Dowager, who has always been most worried about my safety, never summoned me to see her after knowing that I returned to the palace.

I had no choice but to contemplate who those men in black who assassinated Murong Ying and me were while recuperating from my wounds.

No clue at all, tossing and turning all night.

On the third night, I was in a light sleep when someone slapped me on the cheek and woke me up.

I opened my eyes in a daze, and saw a vague figure, and then almost shouted, "Who..."

"It's me." She quickly covered my lips, "Hold down."

"Xinyue..." I recognized her, "Why haven't you been in the palace these two days?"

"Well, Master is injured." She said softly.

Only then did I see her red eyes clearly, and asked quickly, "Is Master alright?"

"She..." She paused and asked me back, "Do you want to meet her?"

Thinking that I haven't seen Master since the farewell to Lianyun Temple, and now that I have heard so many stories about her, I do have a lot of things I want to say to her, so I nodded vigorously.

"Follow me." She took my hand and left quietly.

"Huh? Don't you want to see Master?" We came to a palace, and she and I hid in a corner, and I asked in surprise, "Isn't sister Ling's... Zhaolan Palace here?"

She grabbed my shoulders and took me up to the top of the hall, then flipped over a piece of Zhuwa and motioned for me to look down.

I narrowed my eyes and followed her gestures.

The first time I saw Lingmei sleeping soundly, she was sleeping very well, curled up peacefully in the bed, like a beautiful and lovely porcelain doll.

Then I suddenly saw a black figure standing quietly beside her bed curtain.

I took a closer look and recognized her identity from the silver mask on that person's face.

"Is...Master...?" I asked in an inaudible voice.

Wei Xinyue nodded, lowered her eyebrows, and continued to stare at Master.

I don't know how long the master had been standing before he raised the curtain silently, and then slowly knelt down in front of the bed.

She stretched out her hand cautiously, and approached Murong Ling's peaceful sleeping face inch by inch, but stopped only a few feet away from her.

Although I was separated by a layer of cold mask, I could clearly see layers of mist in Master's eyes.

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In a person's life, he may tell more or less lies and do more or less things against his will.

And her life seemed to be living in endless lies, doing things against her will all over the world.

Murong Yan often asks herself.

At what moment is your true self?And what do you really want?

Sometimes, when she touched the bright yellow dragon robe she was wearing, and heard people call herself 'Emperor', she would feel that it was so unreal.She really didn't like her days as emperor at all.

If I had to say, what happiness did those seven years bring her.

There is only one.

After retreating from the imperial court every day, she would quickly change her dragon robe, stride through the long corridors, and walk from the center of the imperial city to her childhood hall - Zhaolan Hall.

Because there, there was a little girl waiting for her.

In all fairness, I am indeed a bit biased.

Her love for this little girl has far surpassed that girl who can call her 'Father Emperor'.

If possible, she even wanted to take that little girl to court, and wanted to accompany her all the time.

Yes, it seems that nothing in this world is more important than being with her, that little girl is more important than all national affairs.

That little girl is her salvation, her morning sun, her morning light.

As long as she caressed the cute face of the little girl with pink make-up and jade, she felt that her hands could finally not be stained with blood.

Those unbearable pasts are all over.

Sometimes Murongyan would also think, is it because she is Leng Lange's daughter that she dotes on the little girl so much?

It is undeniable that there are indeed some reasons.

However, even if she is not her daughter, she thinks she will love her as well.

The little girl is very sensible, kind and bright, always giggling at her and throwing herself into her arms, letting her hug and kiss her.

When I was four years old, I would learn how to make pear cake with my nanny and give it to her.

She likes little girls to smile very much. When she smiles, her eyes will bend into cute little crescent moons, with bright stars shining inside.

She loves her so much, regards her as a supreme treasure, and can't bear to let her suffer a little bit of harm.

When the little girl was six years old, she accidentally cut her finger in the imperial dining room, although it was only a shallow cut.

But she still punished all the palace people in the imperial dining room, and many of them were even expelled from the palace gate.

If it wasn't for the little girl's hard pleading, she would even have murderous intentions.

For a long time, there was not even an embroidery needle around the little girl.

But now...

But someone took away the light from her little girl's eyes.

With trembling hands, she finally slowly stroked the center of the little girl's eyebrows, gently rubbing away the slight wrinkles there.

Her little girl shouldn't be so sad.

With tears in her eyes, Murong Yan touched her like a rare treasure, from her cheeks to her soft hair.

Suddenly, the little girl suddenly grabbed her hand.

She was startled, and just about to pull out her hand, the little girl murmured, "Who are you? Am I dreaming?"

She silently watched the little girl open her empty eyes. God knows that her heart would be broken at that moment, and her eyes were full of mourning and grief.

"Why don't you talk? Am I really dreaming?" The little girl slowly raised a hand and twisted her cheek, "It hurts... this is not a dream..."

The little girl seemed to have finally come to her senses, she flung Murong Yan's hand away, and quickly leaned her body against the corner, helplessly and frightened, "Who the hell are you?! Why didn't you speak?!"

She clenched her fists tightly, with bitterness in her throat, it was hard to say a word.

"Come here! Is there anyone?" The little girl shouted like a frightened bird.

But the few palace people outside had already had their sleeping points pressed by Murong Yan, so naturally no one responded.

"Sister Ling, don't be afraid."

I was pushed by Xinyue, and I staggered to Master's side.

After I stood still, I first glanced at the heartbroken Master, then stepped forward and held Lingmei's hand, "It's me."

"Brother Gui...you...why did you appear in my bedroom so late?" She blushed slightly, groping for the brocade quilt, trying to block herself in front of the thin clothes.

"Actually...it's already dawn... I'm here to see your eyes... I had an accident these days, I'm really sorry, I haven't come to see your eyes for a long time." I lied openly, In fact, it will take at least another hour before it will light up.

"Really...it's dawn..." She muttered to herself a little melancholy, and then she still didn't forget to care about me, "Brother Gui, what happened to you, is it okay?"

"I'm fine, you lie down quickly, let me look into your eyes again." I took her hand and led her to lie down again.

Then I let go of my hand, and quietly pouted at Master, indicating that she could examine Lingmei's eyes for me.

That was the first time I saw gratitude in Master's eyes.

When I came out from Lingmei, it was the darkness before dawn.

Master didn't say a word, his face was very serious, unprecedentedly serious.

Her eyes were red, and she looked at me and Wei Xinyue deeply.

"I..I couldn't find out the cause of the disease..So the medicine has been ineffective.." I lowered my head and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Master...It's because I'm not good at learning...I can't cure Lingmei..."

She was still silent, but her fists were tightly clenched, and her veins burst out.

"Master... Didn't you say that you went to Kunlun Snow Mountain to find herbs to cure eye diseases... Maybe you can try it..."

"useless."

She suddenly revealed the deepest sorrow in her eyes, looked at the pear tree in the courtyard precariously, and murmured in pain, "Concubine mother...how could Ling'er...how could she have fallen for someone like you..."

"Master." Wei Xinyue nervously supported her, "There must be other ways."

"Yes. There is another way." She suddenly said quietly.

"What is it?" I asked quickly.

She didn't answer, but slowly shifted her gaze to me.

Then he stepped forward and grabbed my skirt, his eyes were fixed.

"Lin Mu, you have to help me."

"I want...how..help?"

"No! Master!" Wei Xinyue rushed forward and grabbed Master's arm, desperately shaking her head, "Absolutely not!"

This is the first time I have seen Xin Yue look so panicked.

I looked back and forth between Master and Wei Xinyue, and finally met the light-colored eyes of Master who were just a few feet away, and suddenly a kind of unreasonable fear arose in my heart.