My queen does not compete for favor

Chapter 88

"Qin Song... I won't kill him." After a while, Qin Xian stared at Wan Qixiao stubbornly and said this sentence.

Wan Qixiao sneered: "The state owns the state law, the family has the family rules, and those who covet the great cause of the world will die! The emperor himself climbed out of the dead, how can you not understand this truth! Since you love the country, how many such What is Lao Shizi's love for! Qin Song's left and right are just a cheap life, why bother..."

"Shut up!" Qin Xian shouted to stop.With a gloomy face and cold eyes, he said in a cold voice like a poisonous snake, "I don't need you to meddle in my family affairs!" After finishing speaking, he slammed the door and left.

The cold wind blew up, messing up Wan Qixiao's long hair.Wan Chengxiao's heart gradually sank.

Wan Qixiao's mood can be described as abysmal after being angry with the holy driver.With a dark face, she waved her hands away Yunxia who was trying to follow, put on a cloak and walked out of the central palace to relax.

The whole palace was decorated with lights because of Qin Xian's return. Colorful palace lanterns were hung on the corridors. Occasionally, there would be a sound of firecrackers in the distance. Everyone was beaming, and the maids and eunuchs walked with wind.Wan Chengxiao came along the way, and many people were so frightened that they immediately knelt down to salute when they saw her, but Wan Chengxiao waved them away silently.

Wan Chengxiao didn't want to see or hear these festive expressions at this time. She didn't want to be part of the festivities, and wished she could stay far away.Only in this way can the pain in her heart be relieved.

Wan Qixiao simply walked all the way to a remote place.Abandoning all those prosperous and red things far away, Wan Qixiao's heart became more and more peaceful.

Winter is a bleak season, even in the imperial palace, everything cannot escape the fate of withering in winter.

It was only when people really went to a remote place that people realized that the bustling and beautiful scene in the palace was just a perfect play, where everyone staged all kinds of joys, sorrows, sorrows, loves and hatreds.It wasn't until one day that I walked out of the stage that I suddenly realized: Ah, it's really winter, such a bitterly cold winter.

The surrounding trees have lost all their leaves, and the bare branches have no sense of beauty, only endless bleakness and loneliness.Don't be flowers and plants, except for the grayish yellow of dead branches and leaves, there is almost no second color in the world.

Wan Qixiao continued to walk west.The imperial palace is the place where the power is most concentrated, forming a small microcosm of society.Where there is prosperity, there will naturally be ruins.The West Palace here is considered one.

A place even more desolate than the Prince's East Palace.

The East Palace can be said to be a man-made barrenness. Qin Xian deliberately created the coldness and ruin of the East Palace in order to hide the existence of Qin Baobao, but at least there are occasional secret attention there, so it is cold but not desolate.But here, it is desolate and desolate.

It seems that this place has been forgotten since birth. No one remembers this place, and no one wants to come here. Everything here has been abandoned by the Creator, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Wan Qixiao stood still, and no longer planned to go inside.Withered and desolate, this is enough.Going further inside, it's hard to say whether a big bug will suddenly jump out.

Wan Qixiao turned his head and wanted to leave, but suddenly there was a melodious jingle sound in his ears.

Silk strings and zither.It's a seven-string... no, it's a five-string guqin!

Wan Qixiao stopped curiously.

Not everyone can afford to play the five-string guqin, at least in Daqin, it was just a noble instrument.The real so-called nobility does not mean that you can be called nobility if you have money or power.Aristocrats are at least raised by a family of more than three generations. This is a traditional family temperament and behavior handed down in the grand development of a family. This kind of inner mental state is demanding. Even a look or a smile has a specific The requirement of angle strength is not something that an outsider can learn in three to five years.At least you can't learn the essence of noble innate elegance.

The guqin itself is a melodious and desolate instrument, but listening to the sound of the qin at this time, it is as calm as water, and there is even a trace of tranquility. Wonderful.

Wan Chengxiao unconsciously wanted to meet this piano player.What kind of person would this be?Hiding in such a place and playing the piano, but maintaining such a peaceful mind in the palace, could it be a concubine in the harem?

Wan Chengxiao followed the sound of the piano and walked in, and finally found a dilapidated courtyard.

The yard is very broken, even the door is broken.So Wan Qixiao didn't call the door, and walked in directly.For such a beautiful piano sound, calling the door to interrupt the master will only make people feel more abrupt and impolite.

Wan Chengxiao walked into the backyard, and as soon as he entered, he saw a person sitting on the edge of the flower bed.

The crown of long hair hangs down, dragging from the back and shoulders all the way to the ground, matching with the gorgeous and clean blue-purple and white clothes that reach the ground, it outlines a spotless and proud character.His red lips are full, which is a typical begging lip shape. His fair skin is almost transparent, his long eyelashes are curled up, and his straight nose looks more gentle and elegant, beautiful and clear from the side.

This is a clean, gentle man.

A gentleman is like jade.

Wan Chengxiao was standing at the gate of the small courtyard, watching the man in the courtyard bow his head and play the piano with a gentle and bright smile on his face. The five-stringed guqin danced beautiful notes between his white fingers. Even the rare treasures that are rare in winter The exotic birds didn't realize they were attracted, they flapped their wings and landed on both sides of his piano body, chirping, and tilted their heads to look at the man playing the piano.

For some reason, this scene made Wan Chengxiao startled and trembled for a moment.

The memory seems to be pulled far away at once.

In the endless light and dimness, she seemed to be running, running, running with her skirt up.

Running all the way to the end of the beam of light, she stretched out her short hand, panting, and pushed the door hard.

At that moment, the dust was flying, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.

Under the bright sunshine, the whole garden is immersed in peace and tranquility.The flowers are full of flowers, the bees and butterflies are busy, the vegetation is verdant, and the birds are busy.

As for her, the moment she stepped into the garden, she was attracted by the melancholy sound of the flute. The familiar sound of the flute made her heart tremble. Running, ran all the way through the brocade flowers, bypassing the green hills and fake rocks, and the vision suddenly opened up.

It was him!
The 16-year-old Qin Xian played alone among the flowers with a flute in his hand.The sun was shining brightly, and large swaths of cherry blossoms fell, making him look so beautiful that he couldn't be real.

The spring breeze blew his hair, he seemed to be aware of her gaze, raised his head to see her, and smiled slightly.At that moment, the cherry blossoms danced, and the whole world was overshadowed.

(End of this chapter)