frightfiction Chapter 228
Chapter 228
With a "bang", the Golden Palace returned to silence.
The dark red liquid gurgled down from the jade pillar of Panlong and dripped on the pure white wat board, like blossoming red plums in the snow.They are blooming in the wind, the branches are smiling in spring, dyed with the rosy glow of the sky, and the golden wings folded down. This is a very lively scene, but it seems quite lonely at this time.
Even if the body and name are destroyed, the eternal flow of rivers and rivers will not be abandoned.
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At the gate of the palace were parked carriages with gorgeous roofs, and the drivers who drove the carriages sat on the pedestals boredly waiting for their adults to come down.Because the time of going down is not fixed every day, they can only finish breakfast before going up, and spend the whole morning here anxiously.But today, it's not too boring.
Standing beside a carriage with dark purple curtains was a young girl in a concubine-colored brocade dress who was looking anxiously into the palace gate, her gaze was so anxious that it seemed that it could burn two holes out of the two vermilion lacquered gates , cross the Jinshui Bridge and directly arrive at the Jinluan Temple.She didn't comb her hair in a bun, and there were some fluffy bangs on her forehead. She seemed to be the daughter or sister brought by some official from home.A group of coachmen couldn't help gathering together in twos and threes, asking in a low voice which family's daughter this was.
Where did Ling Xueji notice this? Her heart has been hanging there since Qu Quan entered. She always feels that something is wrong with Qu Quan today, but she really can't tell what is wrong.The sun was almost at noon, and although she didn't know what time the morning would fall, she knew that at this time on weekdays, she was already sitting at the dining table under the arrangement of Jiji and waiting for Qu Quan to have lunch together.There was a faint voice in her heart telling her: Qu Quan, something may have happened.
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"Xiaguan's mansion is very close to here. Mr. Qu's injury may not be able to withstand the bumping of the carriage. Why don't you go to Xiaguan's place first?"
"That's right, Mr. Qu's injury has just been bandaged, so you need to be careful..."
"..."
Qu Quan stood a few steps in front of the Jinluan Hall with a pale face, surrounded by more than a dozen civil and military ministers, all with concerned expressions on his face.
"It's just a minor injury, don't trouble your lords." After saying that, Qu Quan made a salute, with a weak but polite expression on his face.
"Okay then, Master Qu, take care."
"We'll go back first, Mr. Qu, take care."
"Take care ah."
Qu Quan nodded, and the perfunctory expression on his face gradually faded away when the officials stepped down the imperial steps with their backs to her.She looked coldly at those figures in court clothes going away, and sneered in her heart.Obviously he doesn't even want to act like that, but he still cares about it for the sake of looking good, and he doesn't know whether he is disgusting others or himself.
The bustling feasts of the world of mortals have been to one after another, but the wine has entered the throat, how much has it entered the belly?How much is it in your heart?
Ziyu's smeared forehead has been removed, replaced by a white cloth band wrapped around her by the imperial doctor.The location of the wound is hot and hot, and you can tell it without touching it, and blood is still oozing out there.After this collision, she was cured by the imperial doctor, and her life was saved, but the status and sacred favor that she had worked hard for for four years had disappeared.
Since ancient times, Wen died to remonstrate, and Wu died to fight.Unexpectedly, in her life, Qu Quan would also be a loyal minister.
Qu Quan suddenly wanted to laugh, but just raised the corner of her mouth, and the wound felt a tearing pain, which forced her to hold back the smile.The sun was in the sky, and when she raised her head, her eyes were pierced with burning pain, but she did not hide or close them, but instead opened her eyes wide and looked at the sunlight without blinking.The self-protection mechanism of the eyes was directly inspired by the strong sunlight, sour tears frantically gathered in the eye sockets, and then slid down the cheeks one by one, and the places they passed were like boiling water.
When the thick shadows covered her vision, Qu Quan had already burst into tears. She lost her strength and knelt on the hot ground under the sun. The shaking of her chest and abdomen made her feel suffocated. It took a long time to realize that she was actually laughing.
She straightened up slowly, suddenly feeling very tired, her whole body was weak as if her body had been emptied.She felt that she was a ray of soul that could swim in the sunlight, and she went all the way to the white marble steps.Some officials were still coming out of the Golden Temple behind him. Qu Quan watched them rush past him, but none of them stopped, like a revolving lantern projected in front of his eyes before his oil was exhausted. It's so lively, but I'm not in it.
Looking around, the 39th step imperial steps are pure white and dazzling, just like the bright moon and frosty sky on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival.Xingyue is in the sky and the way home is vast, with only a candle in hand, walking alone.
Qu Quan's foot was light and his foot was heavy, finally got down the imperial steps, and then dàng arrived at the gate of the palace in a daze, there was no one on the way, presumably they all went home.When she came to the gate of the palace, she looked back at the road she had walked for four years. She had never felt so strongly at this moment that the road was really long and lonely, and walking here seemed like a lifetime.
As soon as he left the palace gate, he heard a commotion.
"Brother guard, please help me go in and take a look!" I saw the girl in the concubine-colored brocade dress holding a gold bracelet and stuffing it into the guard's hand, begging mournfully, eagerly She was about to cry, "My lord is still sick these few days, if she faints in it, no one will know..."