Qie Shi Tian Xia

December 30.

Today's Qinghua Palace is the busiest in the entire palace.

The main hall was obviously retouched. The glazed palace lamp was hung high above the top of the hall, and the inside of the hall was as bright as the day. The bright red veil hung down the pillar. When it was lifted, it was light and smokey. Neat and orderly listed in the hall, the jade seat directly in front of the hall is shining brightly under the lamp, the palace people shuttle lightly, the waiter hurriedly ran, preparing for the upcoming annual feast.

And Feng Wei was the most busy, but when he saw him shouting at the palace, don’t break the coral bonsai, he commanded the waiter to straighten the pot of purple jade bamboo for a while, and said that the screen was too plain to change the Bihu red Mei Shaping, after a while, said that the green leaves of Lansheng must be matched with the Yunmeng jade cup of the foggy mountain... ... called yelling, busy, until the end of the unitary time, everything was finally busy.

"Yong Wang and Qing Wang are here!"

When the waiters outside the hall sang, the soldiers and generals waiting in the hall turned around and bowed to meet.

Outside the hall, the two kings walked slowly side by side. On such a big day, both of them were wearing formal dresses, and they wore seven crowns of crowns on their heads, and the jade towers fell. With the pace of the two, they were like flowing water. Shake gently.

"Secretaries see King Yong and King Qing!"

"Flat body!"

The princes took their seats and the Chinese banquet began. They toasted together and celebrated. The dishes were like treasure, the wine was like dew, the silk was like lacy, and the dancers were like flowers.

On the last day of Jingyan's 27th year, the Qing King, Yong King and the ministers of the two prefectures and the imperial capital will have a feast in Qinghua Palace.

In the future, some courtiers recalled the annual banquet, which looked like flowers in the fog. They could not remember all the scenes of the day clearly, but they were even more memorable because of their confusion.

What was the difference at that banquet?

The banquet is not so luxurious. Any royal banquet in the past is more than it is, and it is not too lively. It is only a palace, but it is not indifferent. The two kings on the jade are kind and easy-going. The courtiers talked and drank, everything was so harmonious... If there must be something special, it is-calm!

The royal banquet was not extravagant or solemn, nor solemn and solemn, but calm as water, without a trace of waves, without a trace of ups and downs, a just calm.

From the beginning to the end of the banquet, everything is spent peacefully and naturally, tasting the delicacies made by the master chef, the wines that have respected each other for centuries, listening to the wonderful music of the court musicians, and enjoying the graceful dances of the palace ladies... As we approached, Junchen went to Donghua Building to spend the last moment of the year with the people and celebrate the New Year with the people.

The square in front of Donghua Building is already crowded with people, and almost all the people of the imperial capital have gathered here. The biting cold wind is waiting for them, just to see the Qing King and Yong King, just like the legendary king. .

Finally, when the two kings crowded by the hundred officials boarded the tower, at that moment, the originally noisy people on the square all calmed down and looked up. The two kings of grace and nobility in the city smiled and waved to the people with a smile. Wan Min bowed down, congratulations sounded like a mountain tsunami.

This worship incorporates all the respect and gratitude of the people of the imperial capital. Thank Qing Qing and Yong Wang for rescuing them from the North Army, helping them heal their wounds, helping them rebuild their homes, helping them find their lost relatives... they are grateful and adoring... they express with the simplest actions.

When the gentle comfort, encouragement and blessings of the two kings were gently and clearly introduced into everyone's ears, at that moment, the cold wind suddenly changed into the spring breeze, and all the coldness was removed, and the body and mind were warm. At that moment, Wanmin worshipped, and at that moment, "Long live" echoed through nine days. That was not just grateful, it was complete obedience! Obey the foot of the king who has both integrity and good looks!

When the fireworks rose, everyone looked up and watched the blossoming sparks bloom in the night sky, brightly lit up the entire night sky, and then turned into a bright star rain.

All the subjects were happy all the time, and the whole city was uplifted. It was Ren Daiyu and Jiuwei. At the moment, it was also a smile to touch the forehead, a rare grand ceremony in this chaotic world.

Feng Qiwu's gaze moved from the gorgeous fireworks to the two kings in front of the tower.

On the tower, the courtiers stood behind or around them at a certain distance, and then there were inner attendants, maidens, and guards, and there were thousands of people under the city. So many people crowded them, but they seemed to be separated. crowd.

They stood side by side, looking up at the flowers and flowers on the sky, and their faces were all smiles with grace. Although there were countless bright fireworks in the sky, they could not hide the light of the two people. The elegant but supreme elegance.

The courtiers, the people, the noise, and the laughter all disappeared. Only the two people were left above the tower, lined with the fireworks behind them. The two people were so invisible, so detached... They were so matched. , But why are they so alienated? Although there are hundreds of officials surrounded by people and all people are happy, why did these two people show such a lonely atmosphere?

Feng Qiwu watched silently.

In the fireworks like the sea, in the cheers like boiling, at that moment the abundance of the blue sky above, the wind cherishing the clouds, but at the same time, my heart was filled with the feeling of loneliness and loneliness.

No matter how many people there are or how lively the surrounding atmosphere is, they are far beyond this.

Looking sideways, I just saw the other person's vague smile.

They stand side by side, they are only one punch away, they are so close, they are so far away, as if through a transparent mirror wall, you can clearly see the person on the opposite side, but the tentacles are insurmountable Icy!

"Today is actually the birthday of the Lord, but the Lord has never celebrated."

Suddenly, Duanmu Wensheng murmured behind him, and Feng Qiwu's whole body was shocked, and his heart was filled with indescribable sourness.

At the time of the son, the lights in the palace went out one by one, the celebration was over, and everyone went to sleep.

In the dormitory of Jitian Palace, Zhong Li and Zhong Yuan waited for Feng Lanxi to wash their feet, then quietly stepped back. When they closed the door, they saw their Lord leaning on the long couch by the window, in the snow-colored jade cup in their hands. The wine was like a red wine, the window and door opened slightly, the cold night wind blew in, brushed the hair of the ink color, fluttered and fluttered, and covered his face.

Ugh! The two of them sighed softly at the same time. Every year tonight, the Lord is sleepless all night. It seems that this year will be the same.

They turned away, but they saw a domestic servant hurriedly ran.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Li asked aloud and gestured to relax, not to disturb the Lord.

The inner waiter hurriedly stopped and replied softly: "Girl Feng asked for help."

"Huh?" Zhong Li and Zhong Yuan looked at each other, and the two identical faces showed the same confused expression: What is she doing here so late?

Then Zhong Yuan replied: "The Lord has already taken a break. If there is something wrong with Girl Feng, ask her to come back tomorrow."

"Slaughter-maid answered the same, but... it's just girl Feng..." Neiwai was a little bit curious, looking carefully at the exact face in front of him. Until now, he still can't tell the two people apart, only knowing that this is the closest trust to Yong Wang. People, can’t offend, "Girl Feng... must see King Yong, so..."

Zhong Li and Zhong Yuan heard each other's words and looked at each other, then walked back to the door together. Zhong Li knocked gently on the door, "Lord, girl Feng asks for advice."

In the dormitory, Feng Lanxi was staring at the bright red wine in the glass, and he was startled, pondering for a moment, and a little laugh, "Please ask the girl to wait for the warm Lan Pavilion."

"Yes."

Zhong Li went to tell him, and Zhong Yuan pushed the door in and waited for Feng Lanxi to dress. When he was going to bundle his hair, Feng Lanxi waved his hand and walked out like this.

In the Nuanlan Pavilion, Feng Qiwu quietly looked at a picture of Xuelan on the wall. In the snow-like petals, there was a little bit of red, as if accidentally dripping blood. She knew that it was Feng Lanxi's painting this morning.

With a creak, the door of the cabinet was pushed open, and cold wind penetrated.

Feng Qiwu turned around and saw a figure walking almost into the dark night sky behind her. She stood up and saluted silently.

"What's the matter with Miss Feng so late?" Feng Lan asked with a smile.

Zhong Li and Zhong Yuan closed the door and retreated.

Feng Qiwu raised his head and stared at the person in front of him.

It was still the beautiful and elegant appearance that she used to know, but tonight, when she looked at the black eyes as usual, she felt a heartache. Those eyes are so dark, so deep, like a whirlpool of endlessness, hiding all his joys and sorrows.

She moved towards the round table in the room and said in a plain tone: "Qiwu has done something and wants to invite King Yong to try it."

"Oh?" Feng Lan raised his eyebrows and looked at Fengqiwu, who was under the lights, in amazement. In the middle of the night, would he please taste her cooking?

Feng Qiwu untied the tightly packed cotton cloth on the table and opened the lid to reveal a bowl of noodles.

Seeing that bowl of noodles, Feng Lanxi's Yong Rong smiled slowly back.

"Although it is late, this is the first time Qiwu made it. Can King Yong appreciate the face and taste it?" Feng Qiwu put out noodles and laid them gently on the table.

Fenglan stared at the noodles on the table with a staring gaze.

"It's still hot." Feng Qiwu put the chopsticks on the bowl and raised his eyes to see Feng Lanxi.

Feng Lan stunned for a moment, then moved slowly, approached the table, and looked at the bowl of noodles.

The noodles are very ordinary, and just by looking at them, the taste can never be "delicious." The noodles were obviously cooked too long, all sticky together, covered with a layer of greens, but because the stuffing was too long, the leaves had turned yellow, and two boiled eggs were placed on the greens, but the person who peeled the egg shell The level is not good, and the surface is pothole. The only thing that can be determined is that it is really hot. On the cold night when the water drops into ice, there is a swell of heat on the porcelain bowl.

Seeing Feng Lanxi looking at the noodles, Feng Qi Wu felt a little guilty. "That... um, because this is the first time, so... it doesn't look good, it's just..." She was trying to explain, but she said more and more The deeper the bottom, the tight fingers were twisted tightly, looking at Feng Lanxi, and then looking at the noodles. Red clouds rose from the snow-white face, and his head dropped, the voice was low and unspeakable, "should... can I eat?" It was even her own uncertainty.

Feng Lanxi stared blankly at the bowl of noodles, and suddenly remembered a long time ago, a gentle voice once said to him: "Xi'er, you must remember that on the day of everyone's birthday, our Dadong's The custom is that both the mother and the child will cook a bowl of noodles for each other to eat by themselves. Xi'er is now too small, so first eat the mother and then cook. When the child grows up, you can cook a few more bowls to compensate the mother." The soft hand will gently stroke the top of his head, with a warm and safe feeling.

Birthday...noodles...

After the death of her mother, no one has cooked noodles for herself, which is the birthday. Since that **** year, no one has mentioned it, and no one is allowed to mention it.

Forget what day is every year today, remember what happened every year today, long days, all the warmth is far away, only the cold pain sinks into the bone marrow, but...

Feng Lan's eyes shifted and his eyes fell on Feng Qiwu.

People who are so cold and lonely at this time are red-faced and uneasy for a bowl of noodles. On this cold winter night, on the night when all the people who brought Yu Huan to the dream fell asleep, she made a bowl of homemade noodles alone, no congratulations, no wishes, only asked him to try her life to do First bowl of noodles.

A trace of warmth so quietly came to my mind. The warmth I hadn't seen in more than 20 years, I felt it again at this moment, so Feng Lan breathed a light smile, his smile was real and shallow, gentle as water.

"It's edible."

He sat down at the table, picked up chopsticks, and began to eat the hot bowl of noodles.

Feng Qiwu's twisted hands finally let go, and he sat down at the table, quietly watching Feng Lan Xi eat noodles, watching him finish eating vegetables, watching him finish eating eggs, and watching him finish noodle soup ...... At this moment, the Nuanlan Pavilion is so warm and fragrant, and this moment is so quiet and long, as if time can stop there, at this moment of slight happiness and sourness.

Ding! Chopsticks resting on the bowl made a crisp sound, and the noodles were finally finished.

Feng Qiwu reached out and silently packed.

Feng Lanxi watched her movement quietly, watched the chopsticks put into the box, watched the lid gently cover, he closed his eyes slightly, said with a sigh: "In these years, except from the hands of Zhongli and Zhongyuan He has almost never eaten anything." He smiled slightly on his lips, rather than ridicule, but rather desolate.

Feng Qiwu shook his hand when he heard the words, and looked at him with a smile, and a smile looked into his eyes, as if a silver needle pierced his heart, slightly, but for a long time, it hurt.

"Before... many of the people who tried the food were dead, and later they only ate Zhongli and Zhongyuan, so that no one died." The bland, almost unwarm tone, and the cold, almost ruthless look, and the rich side For the first time, his eyes fell on the Xuelan on the wall. "After the mother's death, there will be no rest or sleep."

Feng Qiwu only felt that her eyes were suddenly blurred, something was flowing from her face, and it was cold. She quickly lowered her head and wrapped the cotton cloth layer by layer back into the food box. What dripped on the cloth, fainted in circles. Watermark.

"Dark Arrow Zhouzang, struggling." Feng Lanxi leaned his hands on his cheeks, leaning his head to look at the little red in Xuelan, the black hair falling down his shoulders, covering his face, unable to see the expression, blurring the voice, " Every year today reminds me that it’s just that this noodle was eaten for the first time.” He moved his eyes and looked softly at the beautiful woman who hung across, “Qiwu, this is after my mother’s death The first bowl of noodles."

Feng Qiwu raised his head, his face was like snow, but his eyes flashed warm water, and there was a very shallow and gorgeous smile on his lips. "Xiwu is very lucky."

"Qiwu," Feng Lanxi sighed for a long time, reached out, and touched the people in front of her eyes, her fingertips wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, and it was hot like a fire in the cold night, "Qiwu..." He gently called her, infinite Call her with emotion.

He knew that she had feelings for him, but he didn't know that she had sentiments so far. This cold-looking woman with extreme self-esteem in her bones is willing to follow him. When summoning, play a pipa and sing a clear song for him; without summoning, he stood quietly in her corner without any request and no remorse...... This is the first time in this life For his people, that's not true.

At this moment, I am deeply moved even if there is no emotion like Feng Lanxi. In the dark and bottomless eyes, there is really tenderness at this time, and the soft light of such pity has never been seen before.

Feng Qiwu looked at those black eyes with black eyes, and he was instantly satisfied. No need for cause and effect, no need for fore and affirmation, just now, it is enough!

"Qiwu..." Feng Lanxi looked at the expression on Feng Qiwu's face, and his heart suddenly was soft and soft. He reached out and gently held her hand, and the thought that had never been seen before so softly, "Qi Wu willing to become..."

When that word was about to blurt out, a whistle of piano sound came faintly, causing the two of the people in the cabinet to startle, Feng Lan breathed up, walked quickly to the window, pushed the window open, and the piano sound came in clearly.

When listening to the piano music clearly, Feng Lanxi's eyes suddenly widened, and the black eyes suddenly waved, and his eyes were staring at the night sky as if crossing the vast dark night to the other end of the piano sound.

"It's...clear tone!" His voice trembled slightly, as if afraid of frightening the piano, so cautiously, so hesitantly.

Qingping? What kind of music is that? Can he react this way?

Feng Qiwu looked at Feng Lanxi standing by the window, and looked at the complex and inexplicable expression flashing on his face. He had mixed tastes in his heart. Who played the piano late at night? Who can touch his emotions so much?

"Qing Ping Tiao... It turned out... She didn't forget!" Feng Lanxi's sigh seemed to spit out from the bottom of her heart. The night breeze overflowed the window and drifted away into the distance.

At that moment, Feng Qiwu suddenly understood. Who can make him such a person in this world, besides Qing Wang Feng Xi Yun?

Looking at Feng Lanxi's various emotions flashing on his face, confused, sad, happy, helpless... that complicated, but how could he ever see him like that. At this moment, sourness and happiness are tied together, half for himself and half for him.

She lifted the food container and left silently.

Feng Lanxi by the window turned around and looked at her. The eyes that were always dark were clear like a lake at the moment, and the light flowing inside could be clearly seen, "Qiwu, this bowl of noodles, Lan Xi Never forget for life."

"Well." Feng Qiwu nodded with a smile, gently opened the door, and walked out without any hesitation, then closed it gently.

Inside and outside, two worlds.

The door is bright and warm as spring; the door is dark and cold.

Outside the door, two people.

The people inside the door were excited, joyful, and even happy; the people outside the door were sour, sad, but gratified.

The tone of the piano is still going on, low back tactfully, clear and gentle.

Feng Qiwu outside the door looked up at the night sky, Han Xing glowed with a shimmer of light, she held the warm food box to her chest, and smiled slightly, but slightly astringent but relieved, "May heaven bless you."

Feng Lanxi in the door raised his hand to cover his eyes, but he relaxed with all his heart, a smile spread on his lips, warm and sad, "Have the sky not given up?"

"What kind of music do you play? It's pretty good."

"Qing Ping Tiao, the former mother... Mother played me every year today."

"Before? She doesn't play now?"

"She... is gone."

"Uh? It doesn't matter, you will blow it anyway, otherwise, you give me your roast chicken, I will play it for you later."

...

The people standing in front of the window of Jitian Palace and the people sitting by the piano in Fengying Palace suddenly had such a conversation in their minds, and the original pictures in their memories floated before their eyes.

The cold night at the end of the year when I was young, under the old peach tree, next to the bonfire, the handsome and quiet teenager, the clear and smiling girl, that night they relied on each other to warm, that night they talked very happy...

At that time, they were young and innocent, and they were strangers who met each other for the first time. He was knowledgeable and gentle, and he was true and free from bullying. At that time, they did not have differences in the future, no gains and losses today, they were sympathetic, and their hearts were close...

The song is over, the piano is over, the deep palace is back to silence, the people by the window are still infatuated, and the people near the piano are lost.

Why do you remember? Why does it pop up tonight? Don’t know each other, or know each other but don’t want to admit it?

Falling down on the piano, burying his head in the arms and hiding it deeply, he could not hold the sorrow pouring out from the bottom of his heart.

No matter how good it used to be, it is impossible to go back. No matter how hard it is, it is impossible to synchronize in the future. Those are the memorable memories. Today, you and I can no longer have it. We can only bury or... discard!

At the same night and at the same moment, there are people who are sleepless all night long in Yancheng across the mountains, rivers and waters, and the city armor.

despair! The pen rests lightly on the pen holder, and the hand falls back to the tabletop covered with jade paper. The hand is carefully carved from the best white jade, slender and clean, exuding a soft and gentle jade, perfect but not true.

"Finally completed." Yu Wuyuan took a breath. Get up and walk to the window, push the window open, a cold wind blows into the warm interior, but also inject fresh air.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath of cool and refreshing air, your thoughts are refreshing, lift your head and open your eyes, the dark sky is like the finest black silk, stars are like chess, competing against each other, reflecting the earth, mountains and forests, shadows .

"The stars are approaching, the destined meeting is about to begin." His tone was long and his eyes were clear as a mirror, "Or is it the end of everything?" A smirk floated on his lips, and he stood like a hand A white jade statue standing still, looking at the changing stars in the sky.

"No chance." A low, steady voice sounded and turned around, but saw the dynasty approaching.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Yu Wuyuan asked him.

"Sleep, just can't sleep." The dynasty pushed the door in. He only wore a robe over his robe, and apparently only got up from bed.

"The injury recurred?" Yu Wuyuan frowned. The arrow wound that hurt my heart and lungs should have been taken care of well, but the dynasty was so busy fighting, that the injury was repeated, and it has not been completely healed.

"No." The dynasty replied, approaching the table, his eyes attracted by the ink rolls on the table.

"The dynasty, outside Jiangshan occasionally have to think about his body." Yu Wuyuan looked at him worriedly.

But apparently, his advice to the dynasty had never been heard, and his mind was completely sinking into the ink roll.

Jade sighed silently and moved his eyes to Tianyu. The Mohai stars, vast and immense, the world is changing. In it, everything in the world can only follow the path of fate? No matter what kind of efforts, no one can conquer the sky?

The emperor star has been born in the sky, and the stars have also come together. Are the rise and fall of the stars only for the game on the top of the vast mountain? What is their role as the jade family of Heaven and Man? What role do they play in this turbulent world? Shura with bloodless hands? The benefactor of lifesaving creation? Are these just destined?

Destiny?

Thinking of these two words, a wry, slightly bitter smile appeared on Yu Wuyuan's waveless face. Eyes closed weakly, letting the body and mind sink into the boundless void. Didn’t all of this be solved by the Yu people? And the Yu family is known as the heavenly man, that is the one who knows all these things best, only, destiny...but they hate the Yu family most!

"Perhaps you are the real master of the world!" The quiet voice of the dynasty suddenly sounded in the quiet room, and the bright golden eyes were staring at the people in front of the window at this time, "'The jade family in the world 'Sure enough, the world is so brilliant, if the people of the Yu family want this world, it is as easy as searching for things!"

Yu Wuyuan looked back at him, and in the hands of the dynasty were the scrolls he had just finished writing.

"This'first dynasty' can be announced to the world on the day you ascend the throne." He spoke lightly, turned around and walked back to the table, took the scroll and carefully collected it, "When the new dynasty is established, you can follow the classics. OK..." He spoke slightly, and then continued, "Perhaps... you can just use it as a reference."

"I don't think there will be anything more perfect than what you wrote in this world, even the Green King and Yong King are impossible." The imperial dynasty took over Yu Wuyuan and handed over his scroll with emotion.

Jade Wuyuan was unheard of. He walked back to the window and looked through the vast night sky. "The new year has begun. I wonder when the snow on the top of the vast mountain will melt?"

"Climb the vast mountains will be known." The dynasty walked to the window and stood side by side with him.

"Cang Mang Mountain... Cang Chess game?" Yu Wuyuan's voice whispered into the wind, "Perhaps it is better to stay for the end game."