He ​​looked at me in surprise, paused, and then said softly: "Mrs. Qingying?"

"You're in a good mood, sir." I said as I turned to look out the window. The third floor of February Red is very high and has the best geographical location. It can have a panoramic view of most of Yangzhou, including the sky.

Going down to this prosperous city, you can see the bustling crowds, everyone is living seriously, and you can see the lively streets, including the quiet Liudi. The scenery is as beautiful as a deliberately created painting.

I smiled and said: "There is indeed a good scenery here."

He looked at me with a bit of caution in his eyes: "Why is Madam here?"

"I have nothing to do, so I went to Yangzhou for a stroll. I happened to be tired from shopping, so I came here to have a rest."

"Oh, then, what a chance encounter."

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

"Please take a seat. Boss, please serve tea."

Seeing that he seemed to want to go to the stairs to call someone, I smiled and said, "Master Liu, this wine is quite good, do you mind?"

He looked back at me, paused, then turned to the boss and said, "Bring me another cup."

The boss nodded, hurriedly turned around and went out. After a while, the waiter came up and brought a wine glass and a small stove to warm the wine, and then left.

For a time, he and I were the only ones left on the third floor of Ererhong.

He came back and sat down, without speaking. Instead, he put the jug in the hot water on the stove to warm for a while, and then poured wine into my cup. I watched him lower his head,

The long eyelashes cast long shadows on the cold mask, as if the eyelashes were frozen by the cold air and could not even move.

After filling half the glass of wine, he raised his head and looked at me: "Madam comes out alone, I won't let her come out alone, you can do whatever you want."

Looking into his bright eyes, I smiled, picked up the cup and took a sip.

The wine is shochu infused with albizia flowers. It should be a newly brewed wine. It tastes a bit spicy, but after drinking it, there is a faint sweetness that melts back to the tip of the tongue. One moment is sweet, and the other is spicy. It is hard to tell which one is which.

This taste is the real thing.

I raised my head and looked at him. He also brought the cup to his mouth and took a shallow sip.

The smell of the wine seemed to make him feel better. Although it did not take away the coolness, it still brought a little warmth. He took a long breath and turned to look at the scenery outside.
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The right side of his face is intact. When he turns his face sideways, you can see the smooth curve from forehead to chin, showing a bit of handsomeness. His eyes are very clear, although they reflect the hazy weather outside.

There is an unexpected clarity.

He was as clean as he was when he was sitting by the wheat field learning poetry from me.

He looked outside in a daze, and then slowly turned around for a while and met my eyes.

At that moment, he frowned subconsciously, and I, without being exposed to the embarrassment of "staring at others", just smiled at him and picked up the wine glass.

As soon as I took a sip, I heard him say hesitantly: "Mrs. Qingying, why do I think you came to me specially?"

"Oh?"

"Isn't it?"

I raised my eyes from the smoky smell of alcohol to look at him, and said with a smile: "Your Excellency and I have known each other before, but when we met again these days, I saw that you were injured like this. I don't know what kind of changes you have gone through, so I wanted to come and see you.

Meeting the Lord is also a visit to an old friend. Sir, do you mind?"

Since I met him again, he was either tit-for-tat or inscrutable. This was the first time that he spoke so sincerely. He was stunned for a moment, and after a long while, he said softly: "Madam——"

I looked at his face, and it seemed that I finally had the opportunity to look at him without any scruples. I couldn't get enough of him, but I couldn't understand him no matter how I looked.

"My lord, was your face burned by fire?"

"Yes."

"Why is this happening?"

"...When I was in the capital, there was a fire in the Jixian Hall, and I was burned in that fire."

"Does it hurt?"

When he heard the two words I said in a strange voice, he frowned slightly and said softly: "I don't feel it."

"..."

"When I was burned, I had already passed out, so I didn't know the pain. When I woke up, the fire had been extinguished. Fortunately, I was crushed by a pillar at the far end of the hall, so I didn't really die in the sea of ​​​​fire."
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……

Of course I know where he was crushed.

It was on that terrace, surrounded by water on three sides, and the fire couldn't burn, but there was no way for him to escape this disaster.

I took a sip of wine and swallowed the sourness in my throat. "There was a fire in Jixian Palace. Why were you there, sir?"

He also frowned and said: "I - when I woke up, I had forgotten what happened in the past. I don't know why I was there. Some people in the court mentioned it, saying that I was afraid that the fire was caused by someone

I lit it. Humph, it’s really ridiculous. I am a direct bachelor of Jixian Palace. Besides, the classics in the hall are the most precious ancient books, which are hard to find. How can I light a fire there? It’s ridiculous.”

"..."

"Not to mention me, no one with any knowledge would be willing to burn those classics."

Seeing his angry look, I smiled softly.

He asked in surprise: "What are you laughing at, madam?"

I looked at him and said with a faint smile: "Perhaps the person who lit the fire was doing it for something more precious than classics in his opinion?"

"Huh?"

"Isn't there such a person in your heart?"

He was stunned for a moment.

I chuckled softly and said: "I forgot that the emperor has already arranged the marriage between you and the eldest princess. The eldest princess is naturally protected by the guards in the palace, so there is no need for you to set fire to the Jixian Palace."

He listened to my words, pondered for a while, and then said slowly: "You are right, Yuanzhen -" He paused, looked at me again, and then changed his words as if he was a little embarrassed:

"The eldest princess is a rich person and has always been well protected. I can't even think of setting fire to the Jixian Hall for her."

I still smiled, but I didn't know if it was because the name "Pei Yuanzhen" was a bit sharp. The moment I heard it, my chest felt a twinge of pain.

"But," he looked down at the wine glass in his hand. The wine was rippling slightly, and the faint light reflected swept over his eyebrows. The clear eyebrows also showed a bit of depth due to the cold light passing by, and his voice

Same, with a heaviness as thick as a rock: "No matter how many guards she has around her, a man should protect his wife's house. If she is really in trouble, even if she really wants to set Jixian Hall on fire, I will not

So soft-handed."

"..."

As he said that, he raised his head and looked at me and said with a smile: "The madam and the young master have a deep love for each other. I believe I can understand that."

I looked at him with a smile: "Yes, I understand..."

Of course I understand.

I know better than anyone in the world.

A rare hint of embarrassment flashed across his face, but it only flashed past. He smiled and raised his glass to me, drank the rest of the wine, then poured another glass of wine and filled it for me.

Wine glass.

I kept smiling, but maybe the wine in the glass was too spicy. When I smiled, the corners of my eyes became slightly hot, and my vision became blurred.

But in his blurry vision, he was extremely clear.

I can see clearly, maybe it's not that I can see clearly, but he has always been engraved in my heart and in my eyes, so no matter how his appearance changes or his identity changes, I will still remember him.

I remember him at his best.

Even now, he is in a high position and has even reached a level that is difficult for many people to reach, but he still retains the simplicity from the beginning. No matter how the people around him change or how he changes, he is still the one who will fight for the one he loves.

A man who doesn’t care about others is also a man who will hold up the sky for the one he loves.

I am not ashamed to say that I once wanted to spend my life with such a man.

I am also lucky to have received his sincerity for half my life.

It’s just that neither he nor I can go back.

Pei Yuanhao, Pei Yuanzhen, Pei Yuanxiu... there are too many people and things between us. Up to now, my relationship with him is no longer just a matter of two people, and I have no way to pray to God anymore.

, let us go back to the past, let him think of me, and let me get rid of all the shackles.

All I can think of is that the best ending for us is——

I raised my glass to him and said with a smile: "To Mr. Liu's words, I drink to you, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, I raised my head and drank the glass of wine in one gulp.

Liu Qinghan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't quite understand why I suddenly became so proud, but he immediately raised the cup and drank another full cup.

This time both of us drank a little too fast. Even he choked on the spicy wine and coughed. When he raised his head again, the corners of his eyes were slightly red. I also coughed and my eyes were red and even hotter.

It became brighter and brighter, and he said with a smile: "Actually, when I come today, I have one more thing to trouble Mr. Liu."

"What happened?"

"I heard that Mr. Liu has become a disciple of Mr. Fu Badai, a sage from Shu. I am afraid that he will be more diligent, so I wanted to come and meet Mr. Liu for a while."

He looked at me with some surprise, and immediately said with an awkward smile: "I'm afraid this will disappoint Madam."

"Oh? Why?"

"Although I have become a disciple of Mr. Wang, due to my dull qualifications, I have not made any achievements in my knowledge so far."

"It's too humble for adults to say that."

"I'm really not being humble."

I thought about it and then smiled and said: "Since you have said this, I don't want to embarrass you. How about I write a poem? This is not going to embarrass you, right?"

He hesitated for a moment, but this time he did not immediately shirk the blame, but his half-intact face was still vaguely embarrassed.

Speaking of which, he is considered a monk on the way, and his knowledge is indeed not very good. Fu Badai is good at teaching students according to their aptitude. If you meet a student like him, you will never teach a little worm who only knows how to write and excerpt, but - he

After all, I have been with Fu Badai for so many years and I have read some books. As the saying goes, "If you are familiar with 300 Tang poems, you can also steal them if you don't know how to compose them." With my insistent request, he couldn't refuse anymore.<

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So, he asked: "What would you like to use as a topic, madam?"

I thought about it and said with a smile: "Why not, let's use the theme of ruthlessness."

"Heartless?" This time he was really surprised. He stared at me with wide eyes and didn't say anything for a long time. After a while, he forced a smile and said, "Madam, this topic is quite fresh."

"Really?"

"In two days it will be a happy day for the lady and the young master. It would be fine if I were asked to inscribe a congratulatory poem. Why should I inscribe a heartless poem next to you?"

"..."

"Even if it is not a wedding congratulations, this heartless poem is still a bit of a loss."

I still looked at him with a smile, but I couldn't hold it back, and my vision gradually became blurred: "Master Liu, what you said is wrong. Of course, there are many lovers in this world who eventually got married, and they became good stories and were praised by many people.

, I don’t want to do this icing on the cake, cooking oil in the fire.”

"Oh..."

"What I think is that there are many lovers in this world who failed to get married. Naturally, no one has the leisure and leisure to leave much writing for them. But in fact, their stories are also very touching, and their feelings are also

Just as sincere."

"..."

"If God can give them a little chance, even a little chance, they can be very happy, even happier than those who finally get married."

"..."

"What they lack may be just a little bit - an opportunity at the right time and place."

"..."

"Sir, do you think so?"

He looked at me blankly, not knowing whether he felt something or thought of something. He didn't say anything for a while, but just looked at me silently.

After saying these words, I smiled at him and then gently lowered my head.

Tears almost burst out of my eyes.

However, it was finally swallowed back abruptly.

He looked at me silently for a while, then hesitantly said: "What Madam said is true, but——"

I raised my head and looked at him and said with a smile: "You have forgotten, I am your creditor. It is not too much to ask you for a heartless poem."

He was startled, looked at me who kept smiling, and couldn't help but frowned: "Madam?"

I couldn't help but stood up, walked quickly to the stairs, stretched out my hand to hold the railing, and said down: "Send me some pen and ink."

Naturally, there was a waiter waiting downstairs. As soon as he heard my instructions, he hurriedly agreed and ran away. But I stood at the top of the stairs, but I didn't look back immediately. I just grabbed the railing hard and tried my best to support myself.

The man behind me didn’t speak, but I felt his gaze staring at my back.

After a while, the waiter brought pen and ink, moved the heater and wine bottle on the table, and was about to spread out the rice paper, when I suddenly said: "There is no need for paper."

As I said that, I took out the handkerchief I had embroidered today from my sleeve and put it on the table: "Write it here."

This handkerchief is not delicate, and it can be considered inferior in terms of my status and his status. However, a cluster of maple leaves is delicately embroidered on one corner of the handkerchief. The stitching is delicate and the color is bright. The lifelike maple leaves make this handkerchief even more beautiful.

A lot of color.

Even when he saw it, he couldn't help but praise: "What a delicate work."

I said: "Then, I beg you to keep the calligraphy treasure."

He glanced at me and said nothing. After a while, he reached for the brush. I had already picked up the inkstone next to me, poured some wine into it, and grinded the ink for him.

When she turned to look at him, he was standing by the table, frowning slightly, holding a brush to his lips.

I can hardly help laughing.

Recalling that in Jixian Hall, Fu Badai asked him to recite the couplets, and he also looked deadly. Of course, I know that it was partly because he was afraid of being beaten. He and I were both so old, and we secretly passed on the secret code. In the end, he actually

He was also punished to stand at the door. He was really humiliated in front of Nian Shen and his group of children. But I didn't expect that after several years, he had not made any progress, and he was still like this.

Only this time, no one gave him the password.

I thought, lowered my head with a smile and continued to grind the ink, but a drop of hot water fell down with a splash, and soon merged into the thick black ink, and disappeared quickly.

It seems that it never existed at all.

He had been frowning in thought, but hearing this voice seemed to give him a little insight.
Chapter completed!