Story of Yanxi Palace

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　　 The prison door opened, and an **** walked in from the outside, three times and two times, to remove the chain on Wei Yingluo's body: "You can go."

　　 "What?" Grandma Liu, who was opposite her, yelled, grasping the iron fence with both hands and shaking, "How can she go out, me?"

　　 Wei Yingluo turned his sore and red wrist and walked out without a word.

　　 She didn't ask much. If the other party didn't want her to know the answer, it would be useless to ask. If the other party wanted her to know the answer, she would know the answer soon.

　　 This is indeed the case.

　　Wei Yingluo returned to Yongxiang and found that someone had been waiting for her there.

　　 "Fucha Fuheng." Wei Yingluo stopped and looked at the other party, "What did you do?"

　　The emperor will not let go for no reason, she can come out, it must be because someone paid enough.

　　 "Ying Luo." Fu Heng said very softly, "I'm going to marry Er Qing."

　　 The sun had not yet set, the sunset was slanting on Wei Yingluo's shoulders, but Wei Yingluo felt cold all over his body, as if it was not the sunset on the shoulders, but red snow, heavy on her shoulders, and the cold that had penetrated into the bone marrow.

　　 "Is it..." She suddenly turned around and murmured dreamily, "You are going to marry Erqing."

　　 "Ying Luo!" Fu Heng stepped forward and took her hand, but she was forced to throw it away.

　　 Fu Heng's eyes flashed a bit of pain, and he stopped talking for a while. Finally, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a sachet from his arms, saying, "I'm here to pay you back."

　　Wei Yingluo slowly turned his head and looked at the sachet expressionlessly.

　　The day of Qixi, the thing that fixes love.

　　 "You don't want it?" Wei Yingluo smirked, "Then lose it!"

　　She raised her hand and flicked the sachet out of his hand. Next to the two was a ditch. The sachet fell into the stinky ditch. Several bubbles swelled on the surface of the water.

"The sweet words you said to me in the past, I have listened a lot and I accidentally believed." The sachet was sinking to the end, and Wei Yingluo's heart was sinking to the end. "So, when the emperor asked me, I would not explain it because That is a fact. Even if it is severely punished, I am willing to bear it. I thought...you would be like me..."

　　 "Yingluo..." Fu Heng's expression was even more painful. He stepped forward and seemed to want to grab the other party again.

　　 "Do you want to say that you are suffering?" Wei Yingluo stepped back and shook his head. "There are thousands of reasons, but there is only one result-you want to marry Erqing, right?"

　　 People always have mixed feelings.

　　 She said something calm enough, but she was crying in her heart, praying silently: "Explain, explain to me quickly, no matter what kind of hardship you have, I can understand..."

　　 But waiting to come and go, but he only waited for a heavy one: "...Yes."

　　Wei Yingluo hurriedly raised his head, and only in this position would the tears not fall in his face.

　　 "Okay, I know." She smiled, "From today, you should stop coming to me."

　　 She turned away and seemed to be determined, but the pace of leaving was very slow.

　　 Slow down like waiting on purpose, waiting for him to repent, waiting for him to catch up.

　　 But he didn't.

　　Fu Heng has been standing behind her and silently watched her leave until her back disappeared completely, slowly

　　 walked slowly to the ditch, his clean fingers stretched into the stinky ditch without hesitation, took out the sachet from a pile of muddy dirt, and then attached it to his heart without disappointment, with a very sad expression.

　　 In the sunset, inside the palace of the female court of Xinzhoku.

　　 "How about Wei Yingluo?" Yuan Chunwang pushed the door in and gazed around in the circle.

The maidens in 　　 froze, and Jinxiu hurriedly asked, "Wei Yingluo? Isn't she imprisoned in the Division of Prisons? Why, let it go again?"

　　Yuan Chun looked at the other person quietly, without explanation, and left.

　　With his knowledge of her, if he did not return to the palace, there must be only one place to go.

　　 Yuan Chunwang soon came to the warehouse.

　　 Mildew, dust, darkness, rushed to the face, Yuan Chunwang walked to the innermost side of the warehouse, said to the man nestled in the corner of the wall: "Afraid of being seen crying like you?"

　　Wei Yingluo turned his back to him: "...I didn't cry!"

　　Yuan Chunwang didn't expose her. He lit a copper candlestick on the table. The candlelight lit his fingers, his slender sideways, and the redwood food container he was carrying in his other hand.

　　 Open the food box, the uppermost layer is plum roasted meat, the second layer is stir-fried agaric, the third layer is Gongmi porridge with grains like pearls, and the fourth layer is a plate of snowflake cake covered with frost sugar.

　　 "The Division of Prudential Penalty is not a good place. You have been detained all day. Have you eaten nothing?" Yuan Chunwang said lightly, and took a piece of snowflake cake and passed it.

　　Wei Yingluo looked away and ignored.

　　 "How?" Yuan Chunwang's voice brought a trace of sarcasm, "Abandoned by Fucha Fu Heng, angered at me, angered at yourself, Wei Yingluo, you are just at this point!"

　　Fucha Fuheng is like a needle, and Wei Yingluo jumped up. She looked at Yuan Chunwang, and her eyes were covered with cobweb-like bloodshot: "What do you say?"

　　 "Don't you like to listen?" Yuan Chunwang said coldly, "I still want to say that you refuse Fucha Fuheng time and time again, but it is just a pretense gesture, actually like what he likes to die!"

"shut up!"

"And Fucha Fu Heng treats you? He is a famous son, he has nothing since childhood, but only you, always rejecting people for thousands of miles, so the more you back down, the more he loves you! But how about that? "Yuan Chunwang chuckled, "In the end he is not going to marry someone? The so-called true feelings are just a joke!"

　　 "Enough!" Wei Yingluo couldn't help covering his ears, "I don't listen!"

Yuan Chunwang, however, cruelly pulled her hands off and put her lips against her ears, and said softly: "Wei Yingluo, you have always been arrogant and self-righteous. The first time you were frustrated in a man, was it heartache, very Sad? I tell you, God is so unfair, no matter how you fall in love, your background is destined not to marry into Fucha's house, never can!"

　　 "Shut up!" Wei Yingluo broke free with his hand and raised his palms high.

"Are you going to hit me?" Yuan Chunwang didn't hide, just looked at her quietly, "It's Qianlong who broke up you, and Fucha Fuheng took the initiative to give up, and me! I have always stood by you, everywhere You think about it, you might be hurt a little, but would you treat me like this?"

　　 Wei YingluoLengLeng looked at him.

"I am your righteous brother, your protector, and the person who cares most about you in the world." Yuan Chunwang touched her cheek with a very gentle voice, even with a touch of distress, "Do you really want to slap this slap? "

　　 This slap did not fall in the end, and it fell...only her tears.

　　 "Okay, okay." Yuan Chunwang embraced her into her arms and comforted, "Yingluo, don't cry for the people who abandoned you, this will only make others laugh, it won't help."

　　 "But..." Wei Yingluo sobbed in his arms, "I am uncomfortable, I am really uncomfortable..."

"That's just a moment." Yuan Chunwang stroked her hair, as comforting as a warning, "Ying Luo, your biggest mistake is that you have a cold appearance, but you don't have the same cold heart. Such you are easy to cause misunderstandings. And hurt yourself. It’s really stupid, stupid..."

　　Wei Yingluo cried for a long time before stopping, the night was deep, cicadas sounded outside the house, and Wei Yingluo's stomach sounded inside the house, making her blush.

　　Yuan Chunwang did not cancel her this time, but picked up the clear porridge in person and fed her spoon by spoon. Wei Yingluo took a few bites and suddenly said: "Brother, you are so good."

　　 "Now that I know brother's better?" Yuan Chunwang laughed.

　　Wei Yingluo nodded and said softly: "Brother, I have never asked you, a person like you... how could you get into the palace?"

　　 Yuan Chunwang froze. It took a long time to say lightly: "I forgot. I entered the palace when I was very young. I have forgotten almost everything before."

　　 "Is it..." Wei Yingluo glanced at him, not knowing whether to believe or not.

　　After eating, Wei Yingluo put his head on his knee and murmured, "I want to sleep for a while."

　　 "Sleep." Yuan Chunwang took off his coat and covered her, "Brother is here."

　　Wei Yingluo snorted and slowly closed his eyes.

　　 Not only did she not eat well in the jail, she didn't seem to sleep well either, and she was so relieved that she can now rest her eyes together.

　　 In the dark, Yuan Chunwang sat against the wall, and slowly stroked her hair with her right hand. Until a small snoring sounded, he gently said: "I haven't forgotten, I remember everything..."