It was getting late, and Qi Mu stood alone on the top of the Nine Palaces with his hands behind his back. The wind blew through the palace, blowing through his long hair, stirring Qi Mu's black and gold clothes, flying fiercely, just like stirring people's thoughts.
, the delicate air of heaven and earth seems to be filled with a soulful song.【】
He quietly raised his head, his wide sleeves were blown by the wind, and his black hair was messy and wildly dancing, forming a wild contrast with the shining golden crown on his head. In the distance, there were large tracts of shining golden roofs.
Go, almost to the edge. The sky is still burning with the afterglow of fire, dragging long golden cloud ribbons, shining the golden light dazzlingly.
The setting sun has not completely faded, and a crescent moon has passed through the exquisite turret from the other corner, casting a hazy yellow light in the high red wall. The Forbidden City seems mysterious and quiet, and the occasional small footsteps are like
Occasional ripples on a calm lake.
"Your Majesty." The old man's hoarse voice came from behind, with a sophisticated and smooth tone that was smeared by age. A man in his fifties stood behind him and said cautiously: "It's windy here, please."
Take care of your dragon body."
Qi Mu smiled slightly, raised his lips in a thrilling arc, and said without looking back: "Fu Yan, how many years have you been with me?"
The young man who was called Fu Yan smiled slightly, bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Back to the emperor, this old slave has been in the palace since he was a child and has been serving the emperor for eighteen years."
"Eighteen years..." Qi Mu's voice trailed off like a sigh, but his tone was light, as if there were no waves: "In the blink of an eye, it has been eighteen years. Time is really running like water.
Generally difficult to catch.”
Fu Yan stood quietly behind the emperor. His gray hair and beard were blown in all directions by the wind, blurring his face. His face, which had been finely carved with lines by the years, showed a kind of laziness unique to the old man, revealing his sophistication.
of elegance.
After a moment of silence, Qi Mu suddenly said: "Come forward."
Fu Yan stepped forward, stood a foot behind Qi Mo, and bowed slightly: "Your Majesty."
"Fu Yan, you." The young emperor pointed with one finger at the dimming golden palace in front of him. His tone was still indifferent, but for some reason there was a touch of contemplation like an old man's.
"Going from here, the palace is calm, like a quiet green lake, without any waves. But no one knows how many things are hidden under this tranquility. Are there reefs? Are there undercurrents? Are there whirlpools? Everything.
The unknown traps are all covered up by the tranquility and prosperity on the surface, and no one can spy on them."
Fu Yan's eyes followed his movements, and his face was shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun. The originally fine wrinkles seemed to suddenly become deeper, as if someone had scratched them with a sharp carving knife, and every inch was full of heart-wrenching blood.
dripping.
After a long time, the old man smiled slightly, and his face was covered with a dense mist-like color: "However, all mortals in this world can only achieve prosperity on the surface. Even if they know that the depth is unfathomable, they will still be attracted by that golden light.
Year after year, many people come forward one after another and never stop."
Qi Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, with an expression as if he was wearing a stiff mask. He climbed up and looked far away, seeing the gorgeous pavilions of Longxiang Hall surrounded by clear green water, with duckweeds all over the ground, green and bright.
The two dragons on the cornices, with golden scales and golden armor, are vividly alive, as if they want to fly into the sky.
"Yes, how many people have hoped to enter this gorgeous city all their lives, and how many people have been united in their hearts to be able to stand in my position one day. All living beings are stupid, and I am not equally stupid. After so many years of caring for each other,
He is actually a person who will never come back."
Qi Mu smiled sarcastically and abandoned the noble title. It was as if he had lost his usual brilliance, and for a moment he actually felt decadent.
Fu Yansheng sighed, gently shook out the long cloak that had been hanging in his arms, and carefully covered the young emperor's shoulders. The long wind was thrilling.
"Six years, exactly six years." Fu Yan's turbid eyeballs glowed with the same turbid light, just like the desolation of the remaining light when a person is about to die: "Old slave, I have been with you every day. In the past six years,
On this day every year, apart from going to court and reviewing memorials, you just stand here all day long, feeling dejected. Why are you doing this...?"
Qi Mu smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to gather the edges of his cloak, and did not answer.
Fu Yan stared at him for a long time, but shook his head and sighed: "The girl has been gone for six years, but you still haven't forgotten her. When will you think about the past..."
"Fu Yan, you are wrong." The young emperor turned his head slightly and said with a chuckle: "She once said that she and I are a community of destiny. She is me and I am her. She has not left, and she will always be there.
In my heart. And the story between me and her exists all the time. I never have to think about it and I will never forget it."
Fu Yan looked at him sadly, not knowing what reaction he could do other than shaking his head and sighing. Qi Mu's unusually gentle smile was not a fox's evil smile, not an emperor's sneer, not a superficial smile, but a deep smile.
All the warmth of the sun, at a glance, seems to be overflowing with light and thrilling.
Fu Yan let out a long sigh: "In that case, why are you always reluctant to go to her? Every year on this day, the old slave will prepare the girl's favorite snacks and go out of the palace to worship her. The girl's grave is obviously outside the palace.
Far away, why have you never visited her in the past six years? She... also misses the emperor very much..."
"She won't miss me." Qi Mu was silent for a while and laughed loudly.
"That girl has never cared about my identity. Others tried their best to get in, but she spent her whole life thinking about how to escape from this place that was just a cage for her. I broke it with my own hands.
I took her under my wings, imprisoned her in this gorgeous palace for her whole life, and forced her to finally be desperate. How could she miss me who is so cruel?"
"No!" Fu Yan interrupted Qi Mu in a hurry, even forgetting whether Qi Mu's supreme status could tolerate his rebuttal.
"The emperor loves her too much! The girl must also know in her heart that the reason why you lost control and did those things is because you are too afraid of losing the girl. All of that is because the emperor loves the girl too much! Girl
I must understand the emperor's thoughts. You love her so much. This is the girl's honor. How could she not miss you?"
The old slave tried hard to prove something. Having witnessed everything from beginning to end, he still loyally defended his master and did not allow any doubt to appear. Even Qi Mu still had to refute with a blushing face.
glory?
Qi Mu smiled sarcastically. If she were an ordinary woman, she might really feel extremely honored.
But, that person is her...
Even though women all over the world were proud to be favored by the king, she would never have such thoughts.
Qi Mu quietly raised his head. The sunset gradually faded, and the light faded layer by layer. The darkness was like thick pen and ink, using the sky and the earth as a painting paper, smearing the suffocating darkness layer by layer.
At this time, the pictures that have long been in the memory will be particularly clear. Inch by inch, scene by scene, it is like replaying in front of you. The prosperity and joy you once had, the happiness and desire you once held, bit by bit, last forever.
It has existed in my heart for a long time, but forever, it has become an avoidable bitterness.
Qi Mu will always remember the first time they met in a boat by the river. The girl had a pair of cunning and smart eyes like a cat, her face was delicate and delicate, her skin was like fine porcelain, her sweet smile sounded like a crisp bell, and she sounded like a ringing bell in an instant.
All his thoughts.
That day, at the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the sky was pure and the sunshine was just right. He came out of the palace by chance and met his destined opponent. The girl's smiling face shone brightly in the sun, like a lazy cat, holding her arms.
Standing on the boat with the cuff poles on, she asked him sweetly.
"Sir, where are you from?"
Behind her, lotus leaves touched the green sky, and the girl's rolled-up sleeves revealed her snow-colored skin. The spring was about to end, but his heart was in full bloom at that moment.
Born in the palace and raised in the palace, what kind of women have I never seen? What kind of charm have I never experienced? But those charming and charming people are like exquisite puppets, beautiful enough but lacking in soul. And the girl with a sweet smile on the boat,
In an instant, all the holes in his heart were filled.
Qi Mu, the fox master who was on par with Qi Mo in government affairs and was invincible, lost his heart at that moment.
That year, he was nineteen years old, and she was just around the age of hairpins.
He wants to give her the honor, wants to rule the world with her company, and wants everyone to know that she is his only queen of Qi Mu. As long as she smiles, he can't wait to give the world to her.
However, she never cares about these things. What she loves is Qi Mu who can accompany her to listen to the rain and sun, go boating and pick lotus flowers, but she has never been the Qi Mu who is ruthless in the court and hides a knife in his smile.
Therefore, he cut off her wings with his own hands and imprisoned this smart girl beside him for a whole life, letting her scream every night without being affected at all. Finally, he got the end he deserved, that seemingly gentle girl, burning
She lost all her strength and turned into a butterfly and flew away.
The person who wanted to give his country to her lost her because of his country. What a travesty.
She cried over and over again, questioning with tears in her eyes
"Qi Mu...is love an excuse that can be used to cause harm?"
Qi Mu thought about this question for six full years, but he knew that he would never get close to the answer in his life.