Qingchuan History

Chapter 252 Overnight at the Hall of Turning the Lanterns ([-])
Compared to Jidu city, Qi Gong woke up later.

The first ones to make noise were the patrol soldiers scattered around the outdoors.Slip away for various reasons, or simply walk with the whole team to the vicinity of the Lantern Palace, and take care of each other in a grand manner.

Then there is the night watchman.In each hall and pavilion, wake up those people alone for a long night.Among them, the people from Pishuang Palace, who was closest to Wanlan Palace, responded the fastest.

The little servant girl knocked on the bedroom door to wake up Heng'er, who was stunned by Zi Yeming's light, and hurriedly called Ji Wanling.

Ji Wanling was still in a dream, she was dazed when she first heard it, and then she woke up immediately, and she was not in a hurry to get out of bed, her almond eyes were rippling and she was facing the faint white light outside the window.

half an hour.

"She has come back?"

Heng'er was already shocked and speechless, and she was even more confused when she heard the words, so she asked, "Who?"

Ji Wanling sighed softly, filled with a thousand emotions, "Who else could be." She said to herself, without explaining to Heng'er, she got out of bed and walked out the door.

Heng'er hurriedly took the cloak and chased after him, and at least wrapped him up before going out.Ji Wanling stood silently under the porch outside the dormitory, wearing a green dorm skirt and a green cloak, making the snow in the courtyard feel like spring.But her porcelain white face is surprisingly white, whiter than the snow, so white that there is no blood, I don't know whether it is from the cold or the light of the sea.

"If His Highness the Crown Prince—" Heng'er fell silent in the middle of the sentence, and then changed his words, "The Crown Prince is still here, this lamp must be lit for the young lady."

Ji Wanling gave her a serious look, naturally warning her to speak cautiously, then suppressed her voice to the point where she could not hear, and said quietly: "If it is the first prince, this light may not be on."

Will it?She couldn't make up her mind, and her mind was in turmoil.She was 14 years old when Gu Xinglei's accident happened, and her relationship with him was one of admiration, love and care, a brother-sister intimacy and a love that surpassed that of a brother-sister.It is the sense of destiny of an unmarried couple.

But whether Gu Xinglei will light a lamp for her, she has passed away, and there will never be an answer to this question.

"I originally thought," Heng'er said in a lower voice, "Even if it's your majesty, if this light is going to be on, it must be for the young lady." She stared at the light, feeling quite disappointed, but even more shocked, "Who could it be?" Woolen cloth?"

Of course it was her.Ji Wanling answered heartily.She knew it when she stepped into the main hall of Phi Shuang in early summer.She didn't even see her face.Just heard the wheel turn.

The invisible roulette exists in everyone's sixth sense of people and things around them accumulated over the years.

But the Tingxue Lantern would light up because of this, and the century-old legend would continue. She didn't expect this.When she was a teenager, she asked her father about listening to Xuedeng. Ji Huan said that the cycle of this kind of story rotation is very long.The world rotates, and most things actually happen repeatedly in the long time, some once a year, some ten years, some hundred years, some thousand years.

Listening to the legend of Xuedeng lies in the game between love and rules in the temple, the compromise between freedom and oppression, and the conflict between dreams and reality——

And finally fell into the hearts of the people.Emotional, instant decision.And people are diverse and changeable, and the situation will be different in each dynasty, generation, and situation.Behind those instant decisions, there are dozens or even hundreds of factors intertwined and superimposed, and the results are very different if there is one less.

Such a result is nothing but a choice made by the monarch of the fourth dynasty of Daqi in his life so far. The ups and downs of the world in the past 20 years, and the inevitable superposition of all causes and effects.

History repeats itself for a century.

Ji Wanling stood on the porch, the lights were dim, and her ears and heart were full of what her father said when she was a teenager.Compared with Ji Ping and Ji Qi, she has learned very few practical skills. For 20 years, her father's teachings to her seem to revolve around only one thing——

Recognize the essence.the nature of time.the nature of things.the essence of man.

And Minda.And not get bogged down by everything.

She couldn't do it.A closed pavilion trapped her for seven years.She even invited herself to enter the palace for this purpose and decided to live her life.

What about the next few decades?Find out the truth about Fengting Pass, and then what?

After a rustle, the snow fell heavily.The Hall of Boiled Rain lights up, followed by the Hall of Cailu.Under the vast sky, the buildings in the Qi Palace spread out in circles, and gradually turned on the lights, each layer is bright, the structure is exquisite and completely irregular, overlooking the vast starry sky.

In the starry sky, there were sighs and praises one after another, including the ten-man patrol who got the news the first time.

"Didn't your lord also drink too much water? At this time and night, how can you live up to your luck if you don't drink more water?"

About a mile outside the main entrance of the Wanlan Hall, by the side of the flower terrace, ten people lined up neatly, looking at the bright and warm halo on the top of the hall.

The leader of the team didn't control his legs, and finally joined the army of going to the toilet. Now he knew he was in the wrong, so he had to give the talkative soldier a hard look.

Yunxi was told not to continue waiting, and to come back tomorrow morning.

But she didn't leave right away.

Heavy snow fell, lost the scenery of winter night.She stood under the inner porch of the gate, watching Diyan and a group of palace people standing in the courtyard from a distance, and heard that the snow lamp had been on for a while, but no one moved, no one turned their heads, and these people who were closest to the light seemed to be Received some kind of inspiration, he kept his gaze fixed on his back.

Too bad she can't paint.Such a picture should be recorded by someone.At least write it down in words.

She has served in front of Gu Xinglang in Wanlan Hall for more than five years.I went to Zhexue Palace at the beginning of the year and followed Ruan Xueyin for nearly a year.At the end of this year, Qi Gong lit a lamp.

Without warning and of course.

Many things happened this year, some she knew well, some were buried as secrets, and they were all past events.

Same tonight.

The story of Your Majesty and Madam will eventually become a thing of the past, a story that has already begun but does not know when it will end, perhaps from tonight, it should be recorded verbatim——

Become another set of unknown living notes. (Note)
Because no third person can see what she and Diyan saw and will see.They will be the real and only witnesses of this great love story.

Then they should, be the recorders.

The sound of snow rustled.Yunxi had never really paid attention to the sound of falling snow until tonight.She took another look at the bright and warm lights, and then turned her head to look at the snow-covered palaces outside the door. She felt that she was so impressed that she didn't need to look any further.

She turned around and went out with an umbrella, and walked slowly towards the Zhexue Palace.The footprints got stuck in the snow and were quickly covered without a trace.

Cangwu City was also covered in deep snow.

The winter in the northern country came early, and it was already the second snowfall, which lasted a day and a night.

Extremely rare, at this time of the month, Jing Tingge went to the Chenxiang Terrace, and it was approaching Zi Shi, but still did not leave.

When Murong Xun saw the lamps on the Chenxiang Table in the Imperial Palace, he felt strange, after thinking about it, he dragged himself exhausted and passed it.

It was windy and cold, and there were four or five charcoal basins around Jingtingge.Murong Xun joined and took a seat, the two of them didn't speak; one stared at the mountains and rivers, and the other picked up the military book on the case and began to flip through it.

"Sit here in the middle of the night blowing the cold wind. Who messed with you." After an incense stick of time passed, sleepiness struck, Murong Xun spoke heavily.

"Nobody. Can't sleep. Come out and sit."

Murong Xun raised his eyebrows, "It's not going well? Which one?"

"It's all okay." It's just that it's unreliable, inexplicably unreliable, and she can't analyze why, "Did you receive any news today?"

It had been six or seven days since she returned to Cangwu, but she had dealt with the matter of Auntie on the day of her return, but the new year was approaching, and Murong Xun was busy with military affairs, so he promised to sort it out with her after this period.

Obviously tonight is not the right time.When she entered the house, Murong Xun was sleepy, and she was upset for unknown reasons, and couldn't stay still.Hence this question.

Murong Xun didn't understand, so, "What news do you want to hear?"

Jing Tingge glared at him, "Do I still ask you if I know?"

"Your Majesty," at this moment, Huo Qi's voice sounded nearby.

"how?"

coming.Jingting song thinks.

"The news from Jidu has just come, and Qi Gong has lit the lamp."

really.After mentioning it all night, my heart fell.Whether the news is good or bad is not the priority. Whenever this kind of disturbed state appears inexplicably, the first thing she wants to make sure is if there is something wrong and what is the matter.

Obviously this is the news she subconsciously waited for all night.Obviously not good news.She sighed.

Murong Xun also sighed.

"Don't sigh. It's not a big deal." She said, but her heart turned.

"Although it's not a big deal," he replied, "I still can't help feeling that Gu Xinglang has always been able to get what he wanted after all these years. I thought that the suspicion of closing the pavilion would at least make his childhood sweetheart live longer." Suspicion, at least it made him feel uncomfortable." He sneered and shook his head, "It seems that His Majesty Qi Jun has embraced the beauty tonight. Isn't it rumored that Ji Wanling was at odds with him because of Gu Xinglei's death? alright?"

Jingting song heard the words——

I want to roll my eyes.He also felt that this person's stupidity was not even worthy of her rolling eyes.

She was speechless, turned her head for a while, and looked at him like a fool, "What do you mean, is this lamp lit for Ji Wanling?"

Murong Xun looked back at her as if he had heard a big joke, and also looked at her as if he was looking at a fool, "Why not?"

　[Note: Daily life note, records of the words and deeds of emperors in ancient my country.After the Han Dynasty, almost all emperors had daily life notes, but very few of them have been handed down, because they are not passed on to outsiders, and they are only used as basic materials for compiling national history. 】Thank you Shanhaibao, the liver emperor for health preservation, for the reward! ~
　　
　
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