ca-book Chapter 25: The End
Chapter 25: The End
two months later
The winter snow melts, the flowing water is gurgling, the water is warm and the flowers are blooming. There are occasional new green shoots emerging from the corner of the wall. The Yuyu Qionglou, under the glazed tiles, reveals a golden flying dragon, reflecting the snow and sparkling. The front door of the Qingxiao Hall is closed. Begonias in the courtyard are in full swing, never dying.
A man in white clothes stood facing each other, holding a flute in plain hands, his thin lips were slightly parted, his slender fingers bounced on the hole of the flute, and an unknown tune overflowed lightly from the hole.The sound of the flute is flat, without waves, without any distracting thoughts.
After singing a song, the man stopped, still looking at the crabapple flower expressionlessly, with frozen silence in his eyes.
After that day, Xu Junmo and Shen Qian were also dispatched, the prime minister Du Yizhong retired and returned home, and all those involved in this matter were spared.
And he, he would not allow him to die just like that.
The door creaked and was pushed open, and a man in yellow came gently and hugged his waist from behind, buried his head in the hair scattered on his back, and kissed bit by bit, the person in his arms remained silent. Land, expressionless.
......
"Brother, let's go"
Spring goes and spring comes, and the flowers bloom and fade endlessly. Now, the frost has stopped, winter has gone, the sword has fallen, and the love has died.
Fang Wenqing tightened his arms around him tightly, lying on his ear full of tired questions.
"Tell me, this game should break up like this"
"..."
"It didn't break up before, it's impossible to break up now, and it won't break up in the future. You are mine, only mine."
Liu Yiran didn't answer, Fang Wenqing lowered his hand and took his hand holding the flute and said
"Use the flute I gave you to play a tune for me"
Liu Yiran nodded, and put the flute to his lips, the melody overflowed gently, refreshing.
Under the flowers, two figures, one white and one yellow, are tightly attached to each other, with the sky as the curtain, the ground as the mat, and the flowers as the dance.
After chanting, looking back, Liu Yiran looked at him, his eyes were clear and without any fluctuations, this was what Fang Wenqing didn't want to see the last, eyes without emotion, like a walking dead.Fang Wenqing hugged him tightly, pushed him against a tree, tore off his clothes, buried him in front of his chest, and said coldly
"Even if you die, you are mine"
Liu Yiran leaned against the tree, smiling miserably
"Hehe... I am yours, even death is yours, I am yours, I am yours, even death is yours, huh..."
Fang Wenqing let go of him sadly, Liu Yiran murmured one after another, and walked towards Qingxiao Hall step by step
"I am yours, even death is yours..."
You know, once, I was yours, once, I was sincere to you, once, I put down my manly body and wanted to accompany you to die in the palace, once...I was yours, even death is yours, not big brother, Not the emperor.Once, I gave you a chance, and I also gave myself a chance.
Fang Wenqing watched him step by step into the Qingxiao Hall, opening and closing the door.The decisive back, separated by a door, separated by two hearts.
Fang Wenqing approached step by step, approaching the closed rich door, then sat on the ground paralyzed, with his back pressed tightly against the door.
The evening is dark, and the new moon is like a crescent eyebrow, curved, thin, and vague, so ugly.
Fang Wenqing pressed his face against the door, and looked at the person in the room who was also leaning on the door through the crack of the door. He was clearly right in front of him, but why did he feel farther and farther away? Touching him, the coldness and firmness of the tentacles brought him back to his senses, and the man had never looked at him from the beginning to the end, Fang Wenqing pulled a wry smile from the corner of his lips, and looked back at the empty courtyard.
Yue gradually climbed up to Zhengkong, and then slowly climbed down from the top, the cold and evil invaded, Fang Wenqing remained motionless in the end, while the serving servant stood at the door of the front yard but dared not take half a step.
The two are close to each other, but there is a distance between heaven and earth.
The second night, the third night, the fourth night...
fifth night
The stars are all over the sky, the silver man is bright, the crescent moon is crescent, and there are a few wisps of wind.
Liu Yiran opened the door and came out, only to see Fang Wenqing who was sleeping soundly on one side. The man seemed to be in a restless sleep, and his brows were still tightly frowned in his sleep. Liu Yiran took a look, turned and walked into the room, not After a while, he came out again, but with an extra quilt in his hand, Liu Yiran leaned over and carefully covered Fang Wenqing's body with the quilt. He got up and was about to enter the room. Yiran knew that he stood there without looking back, Fang Wenqing didn't open his eyes either, and pulled Liu Yiran into his arms with all his strength, whispering softly in his ear, his voice was extremely tired.
"Don't go"
Liu Yiran broke free from his arms and sat up straight, sitting in front of the door with him, Fang Wenqing bent her head and rested her head on his lap, turned her face to his arms tightly, held his hand Wrapping his arms around his back to signal him to hug him, Fu pulled the quilt over the two of them, lying in his arms and falling asleep like a child, Liu Yiran lowered his head to look at the Fang Wenqing's hot and humid breath pierced through the thick clothes and attacked the most vulnerable place inch by inch, but it could not arouse the emotions in his heart.
Liu Yiran reached out and stroked his black hair, and hugged him to sleep.
Big brother, big brother... If there is an afterlife, I hope you and I will never know each other.
Waking up the next day, Fang Wenqing had already left. Liu Yiran was lying on the cold bed alone, opening his eyes calmly looking at the empty main hall, the jade hall brocade room, the heavy emerald curtains, the burning glass lamps, gorgeous emptiness.
Fang Wenqing came back to accompany him after morning court, the two of them did not talk to each other, they sat quietly until dark.
After the first month, the full moon is ushered in.
The buds on the wall have gradually produced hard leaves, and all kinds of new exotic flowers and plants in the palace garden are in bud. No matter what the day is, there is no such thing as a beautiful courtyard.
Today, the sun is warm and dizzy, and the sky is brilliant.
Fang Wenqing was busy with state affairs, so he didn't come to accompany him after the morning court, but Liu Yiran felt much more at ease, and the two of them would rather not see each other.
Looking at the spring scenery in the courtyard, Liu Yiran became interested. He put on a thin coat and stepped out, following the path in his memory. He still remembered that during the Chrysanthemum Banquet last year, he occasionally caught a glimpse of a tall pavilion not far from the Chrysanthemum Garden. It should be possible to see the entire palace from above.
It is still the pavilion, the white marble bench that I used to sit on, and I saw the sword dancer under the moon in a trance.
Just people, no longer the old home
Liu Yiran boarded the high pavilion and looked into the distance. He could see everything in the palace at a glance. There was a stabbing pain in the eyes of the figure, but it was just an act of dazzlement. He smiled at himself, turned around and walked down the jade steps step by step.
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