Acaciadou

Su Nianwei didn't know when Dongling Xuehan and Dongling Xiu left. When she came to her senses, the study was empty and the door was tightly covered. She suddenly got up and walked out from behind the ancient shelf. Looking at the puppet in her hand, she smiled coldly, her eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain, and then put it in its original position.

Back in the wing arranged for her by Dongling Xuehan, her mind was full of the conversation between the two.

has been discussed how to use her approach Dongling Chutian. Will it really be implemented? No, this is not the scene she wants to see.

The door was suddenly pushed open. Su Nianwei raised his head reflexively and was shocked. Did he come? Is it so soon that a decision will be made?

"Girl, it's meal time. Tell me what you want to eat, and I can ask the cook to do it!"

Finding that the person who came was the girl who had served her for many days, not Dongling Xuehan, Su Nianwei breathed a little relieved; "No, I'm not hungry now!"

"Well, let me know what the girl wants to eat at that time!"

"Good!"

After the maid retreated, Su Nianwei has been restless. This emotion lasted until the next morning, and what she was afraid of still came.

On this day, she had nothing to do in the courtyard, looking at the large areas of acacia beans planted in the front yard, and the fiery red fruits were like burning flames. The acacia beans written in the book are very large in size and 8--9 mm in diameter. They are as strong as diamonds, as bright as blood, and shaped like a beating heart. They are red and shiny, not decaying, and their crystal color and never fade. Its shape and lines are in the shape of "heart". It's really a big heart to be careful and heart to heart. Legend has it that people with the pain of lovesickness are difficult to resolve under the tear tree and finally condensed. Li Qingzhao, a female lyricist of the Southern Song Dynasty, once wrote the poem "Acacia Bean" of the same name.

Can this kind of bean really rely on lovesickness? Thinking of this, Su Nianwei couldn't help but feel sad and thought of the song "Red Bean" sung by Wang Fei.

Just like she sings; I will believe that everything has an end

Sometimes we get together and leave

Nothing will be immortal

But sometimes

I would rather choose nostalgia than let go

Wait until the scenery can be seen through

Maybe you will accompany me to watch the long stream

I haven't put red beans for you yet

Binking into a lingering wound

Then share it together

I will better understand the sorrow of lovesickness

I haven't felt it yet

The gentleness of kissing when waking

Maybe around me

You pursue the freedom of loneliness

Sometimes

I will believe that everything has an end

Sometimes we get together and leave

Nothing will be immortal

But sometimes

I would rather choose nostalgia than let go

Wait until the scenery can be seen through

Maybe you will accompany me to watch the long stream

Sometimes

I will believe that everything has an end

Sometimes we get together and leave

Nothing will be immortal

But sometimes

I would rather choose nostalgia than let go

Wait until the scenery can be seen through

Maybe you will accompany me to watch the long flow of water...............

Singing, her tears fell down and we got together and left. Sometimes, nothing will be immortal, but sometimes I would rather choose to nostalgic than let go. Can you do it without letting go? No, she must let go, no matter how nostalgic she is, she must let go. After all, she doesn't belong here.

Wishes away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and when she raised her eyes, she found that the clouds in the distance floated far away. The acacia beans in front of her shook with the wind, like a sea of ups and downs of fire, the blazing flames in front of her were so clear and strong. The black figure coming out of the "sea of fire" looked at her with a deep look that she couldn't understand.

His expression is very strange, an expression of sadness and struggle.

She didn't know that he was hiding behind the red bean tree. Seeing him suddenly appear, she got up in a panic and then a few steps away from him; "Why did the prince come here!"

After his conversation with Dong Lingxiu that day, Su Nianwei had a reflex to guard against his heart, because from that moment on, she knew that he was no longer the kind kid she knew. He has changed, and his rights have made him lose himself.

Looking at her defense, a trace of loneliness and confusion flashed in his eyes, and then said seriously, "Your voice is beautiful, and it is too sad and sad. I haven't heard you play since I returned to the imperial city. Did you make this song yourself? It's beautiful!"

For a moment, Su Nianwei didn't know how to answer, so he could only nod his head and said, "Thank you for your praise. In the house, I am an idle person, and I can only rely on these to pass my life. If the prince doesn't dislike it, I can often use this song to relieve the prince's fatigue in the future!"

"Are you trying to repay me?" His eyes were full of self-deprecation and gly.

Su Nianwei's expression was still the same, and the answer was more indifferent; "Yes!" At least it's better than staying with him than using himself to get close to the emperor.

He raised his head, his chest was undulating, and his face became more and more serious; "If I asked you to play a song for the current emperor, would you agree?"

She looked up in shock, with a strong pain in her eyes; "Just playing?"

Facing her slightly questioning eyes, he was slightly stunned, then turned his head, hung his hands on both sides, clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles said; "Maybe... He will like you! Maybe... you will stay with him!"

"Did the prince take me all the way into the palace just to give me to others?" She stared at him with hatred in her eyes. Finally, he finally said these words and could finally give himself to others as goods for the sake of power. The kindness to her at the beginning was all false. After all, he can't beat the country, fame and fortune, and he can't give up these floating clouds...

He turned his head and his tone became slightly stiff; "With your cleverness, you should know the king's purpose!"

With the crystal in her eyes, she smiled bitterly, "Yes, of course I understand. You want me to take the opportunity to kill him, right? As long as today's saint dies, you, Dongling Xuehan, today's King Han, and Dongling Xiu, today's regent, are the most likely to become the emperor.

He suddenly turned around, his black pupils tightened, and a sharp light bloomed; "How do you know?"

Su Nianwei looked at him indifferently and did not answer directly, but said disdainfully, "Well, I know your wolf ambitions. You want to kill the emperor, and you want to seize the world, which is known to all the people of Eastern Qin. It's just that with your current strength, you can't do the opposite. Moreover, you don't have a good reason to kill him, which will be despised by the world.

After listening to his words, he was a little short of breath. For a moment, he tried to calm himself down and said, "You are very smart and analytically, as smart as she was back then. If she is still there, maybe I won't say these words to you today! The world will not become what it is today.

"The world has not become like this because of her, but you, just to satisfy your selfish desires. You are always so arrogant and domineering. If you can't develop everything according to your wishes, you will be extremely destroyed. In the end, you will only put this crown of guilt on others.

"What on earth do you know?" At this moment, he was told that he was in a heartache and became irritable and angry in an instant.

Su Nianwei turned around and looked at his heroic eyebrows, clear outline, thin red lips, and sighed; "I don't know anything. All I know is that you are brothers. You shouldn't do this!"

Hearing the word "brother", his expression was instantly dull, and then he was shrouded in hatred. He waved his broad sleeves and his face was cold; "It's brother. It's because of my brother that I let him go to everything and destroyed everything at the same time."

"Isn't you good now?"

"This is not what I want!" He roared, and then coldly said to her; "He is the emperor. He can give me instructions to marry a woman I don't love, or easily take away the woman I like. I can't blame him for all this, but why didn't he cherish her? Let her marry far away from other countries and let her be burned to death. Yes, if it weren't for him, she wouldn't have died. If the original throne was mine, I would definitely let her live her life perfectly, instead of dying with regret!"

Hearing his words, Su Nianwei's heart ached slightly. His eyes in front of him were like crazy beasts, and there was a flame of anger on the corners of his lips. It could be seen that his blood was boiling rapidly. He is serious. Did he really like himself? And is the "she" in his mouth also himself? If so, then everything has evolved into today's situation because of myself.

Yes, he hated the most respected royal brother like a sworn enemy because of himself. He must not know that getting married and escaping from Dongqin was all his own request, but he thought it was the order of Dongling Chutian. Therefore, he hated his royal brother, his summons, and his inability to ascend the throne and change all this.

It turns out that the hatred between them is all because of themselves. But she can't explain to him at this moment.

She squatted down in pain and said with a guilty face, "Have you ever thought that this is not his real intention, maybe the woman wants to marry herself?"

"No, she won't. She can't like that bastard like a stupid pig. If it weren't for his decree, she wouldn't have married far away!"

"But, you..."

"You don't need to say more. You just need to answer me, whether you go or not."

"Do I have a choice?" She sneered. In his hands, she was just a slave, and it seemed that the choice was not in her hands.

"Don't worry, as long as you do this for me, I will not treat you badly and give you what you want!"

Listening to his trading words, Su Nianwei's heart was very heavy and painful. She wanted to cry for all the changes, but she couldn't shed tears; "I don't know what does the prince think I want?"

He raised his chin and said, "Women are nothing more than vanity, fame and wealth..."

"So in your mind, women are all like this?"

"No, except for her!"

He looked at her firmly, as if he was extremely sure of his heart. Except for that woman, no one in the world could match her.

Su Nianwei felt sad and ridiculous for a moment. He didn't know that the person he was talking about was the disdainful self in front of him.

"Why do you look like this?" His sharp eyes have a look of frustration.

"No, I'm just laughing. Fate is very teasing people. However, the person who is teased doesn't know anything, otherwise he will feel that it is a great sadness to be alive.

"What do you want to say?" He took a step forward and was a little angry by her careless smile.

Su Nianwei stopped laughing and said calmly, "I can tell you clearly that you are wrong again, my lord. What you just said is not what I want!"

"I should have guessed that you won't like those things. After all, you are an ordinary woman."

"Oh, since the prince thinks I am, I don't know if the prince knows what I want?"

"I don't know what you want, but I can give you the throne of princess after everything is done. I think this condition must exceed everything you want in your heart, right?" He looked at her with full of ** eyes, and she smiled without any doubt.

"Wrong, I don't want it!"

"What do you want?" For the woman in front of him who denied her guess and rejected the title of Princess Mo, Dongling Xuehan's face couldn't hang for a moment, and his black pupils couldn't help flashing a trace of anger.

"I want something from the prince!"

"What?"

"Dust beads!"

I thought that she didn't want a false status, fame, and should please his heart or love like a secular woman.

And her answer, like her answer many years ago, is just a trivial bead.

Once again, losing to Feng Chenzhu's self, Dongling Xuehan had a fierce loss and unwillingness. He glared at her and said, "Why, why..." It seems that this sentence is not aimed at her, but at the feelings placed on Su Nianwei many years ago. He wants to know an answer, wants to know a result, why he is unwilling to accept his sincerity and bothers for a bead.

"Because I need it!"

"What's the use of it for you?"

"You don't need to know that since you regard me as a tool to fulfill your wishes, I can also regard you as the master who can meet my conditions. From now on, you and I are just a mutually beneficial relationship, and there is nothing else!"

"Don't you have anything else for me?"

She smiled coldly and looked coldly; "No, from now on, never again!"

He raised his hand angrily, and when his palm roared in the wind, he suddenly remembered the sad expression when she sang just now. His heart was instantly stared at by those autumn water-like eyes. His hand wanted to take it back, but he was unable to return to the sky. It seems that the overall situation has been completed and cannot be changed.

A slap in the face clearly fell on her face.

Suddenly, Su Nianwei, who was stunned, was caught off guard. She opened her sour eyes strongly, raised her slender hand and raised her instantly swollen right cheek. She looked at him for a few seconds before she came to her senses.

Dongling Xuehan, which gradually calmed down from the initial anger, was quickly replaced by calmness and reason. He looked at her, whose eyes were a little empty, and he remembered the absurd behavior just now. For a moment, he was stared at by her. He wanted to save it, but he didn't know what to say.

The estranged eyes of the two confronted each other. It was not until the dark clouds were dense, the sky was dark, and there was a cool drizzle. He saw her turn around and leave, and before leaving, she muttered a poem; "Red beans came to the southern spring to send a few wishes for you to pick this thing the most..."

In her ear, the poem she recited seemed to have a spell and kept responding. Her voice is like this rain, cold, spleen and intoxicating.

He carefully recalled the red beans born in the southern country, and sent a few branches in spring. May you pick more. This thing is the most lovesick... In this poem, the vague face appeared in his mind, a white veil covering his face, a charming face, slowly intertwined, overlapping, and finally left him. He stretched out his hand blankly and wanted to grab something, but it was just suddenly.

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On the day she entered the palace, Su Nianwei suddenly remembered that many years ago, Donglingxiu also made a deal with her and went to the palace, lurking beside Dongling Chutian as a detailed work. Now, she has made the same mistake again and embarked on this road again. However, this time the person was changed to Dongling Xuehan, and everything seems to be different.

On the days when he entered the palace, Su Nianwei did not say a word to Dongling Xuehan. He thought she hated him, but in fact, he couldn't break his arm when he slapped him. He shouldn't have beaten her, he shouldn't have seen her empty eyes, and he shouldn't have destroyed the friendship that was finally established between them. Yes, when she handed over her sewn clothes in front of him, he understood the feeling of happiness for the first time. For the first time, he understood what it means to envy only mandarin ducks but not immortals. But such a beautiful and short-lived happiness was torn apart by his own hands.

While he regretted the beginning, nothing could save those who had been there. When she resolutely stepped into the palace, he seemed to feel that he had lost something again and something very important to him.

She left, and she ran to her brother's side again. She is not her, but invisibly, he has completely integrated her with her. Is it right to do this? He is as confused as a child.

When she arrived at the palace, on the Wende Hall, the eyes of all the ministers gathered on her.

The amazing, intoxicated, greedy and obsessed in their eyes... Just like when she first entered the palace.

At that time, I was a clown who was tortured and bullied by Dongling Xiu. At that time, he was ridiculed and scolded by those ladies and daughter. Today, she changed her face to show that she had to look up in front of everyone. She is no longer the former Su Nianwei.

The Kowloon chair is no longer the naive young man who used to be naughty and playful, but a calm and restrained wise emperor.

The moment she knelt down, she felt that his burning eyes never left her.

The excitement and panic in his eyes seemed to jump out. Yes, once again, he recognized himself. In the world, only he can find himself at a glance under his ever-changing changes. Even she, who was about to be lost, instantly saw the appearance of the past from the dark and deep black pupils.

She knelt on the ground indifferently, but he stood up gly.

She said, "Su Wangchen, a daughter of the people, see the emperor!"

He waved his trembling sleeves; "Settling down!" Short words contain all complex emotions.

She said, "Thank you, emperor!"

He shouted more and more excitedly, "You're still here, my tail!"

She turned the beginning and said coldly, "Your Majesty, the little girl is the slave of Han's mansion. She has played a good song since she was a child. Today, she came here to offer art for the emperor!"

"I know!" He walked down the golden steps and came to her with an affectionate face.

She looked at all the officials of Her Royal Highness, turned her gently and walked towards the hall where musical instruments were stacked. Dongling Chutian, please forgive her deception. Here, she can't tell him all the truth. Even if she is recognized by him, she can only deal with it indifferently with the identity in front of her.

She stroked the guqin with her slender fingers and saluted the officials slightly before she played it lightly.

However, Dongling's eyes, which had been watching this good play, gradually withdrew from Su Nianwei. He proudly turned his head to Dongling Xuehan on the left side and said, "It seems that he completely regards this woman as her. Although they are similar, they are not the same person.

Dongling Xuehan listened and put down the wine cup in his hand. His eyes kept staring at the quiet man and said in a low voice, "Maybe, don't you think they will be the same person?" Yes, she is almost exactly similar to her except for her appearance and age. Moreover, he already knew that day that she hid in his study and took the puppet he carved himself. If she is not "her", how could she be interested in the puppet with her name? Moreover, does she know everything between him and the emperor? As he became more aware of the truth of the matter, his face gradually darkened.

"It's impossible. She was once destroyed by the king's own hands. Now this woman has a shy face. How can she be the same person!" After Dongling firmly denied this fact, he couldn't help looking at the woman named Wangchen with the eyes that had looked at her.

"Did you ruin her face?" He asked in a light tone without a trace.

"I also have no intention!" When answering this sentence, Dongling Xiu took a sip of wine, as if to apologize.

Dongling Xuehan didn't say anything, but stared at him coldly, and then turned his eyes to Su Nianwei.

At this time, the man was as quiet as a light chrysanthemum. His jade hand gently picked up the silver string and his hands plucked on the guqin. The sound was smooth and rhythmic, like the sound of nature.

The scene was silent, and everyone listened attentively. At the same time, the amazing eyes fell on her body.

She has long black hair, elegantly on her shoulders, slightly soft. In front of the white and crystal forehead, a few loose long hair drooped slightly, and the breeze stroked, showing a different charming demeanor. That suddenly changed from elegant to naughty and cute, which made people suddenly love pity. The beautiful and beautiful silk appearance is as seductive as a fairy, and the sadness added by the curved willow eyebrows is even more charming.

If her piano sound is intoxicating, then her singing is like a lonely autumn rain, slightly cold, but it makes people unable to extricate themselves.

She sings; "Wolf-tooth Moon is haggard

I raised my glass and drank all the wind and snow

Who overturned the cabinet in the previous life and caused the dust

A few reincarnations

You lock your eyebrows and cry, but you can't call back

Even if history has become ashes, I will not die

Prosperous as flowing water

I only take a ladle of love to understand the butterfly that only loves you

You are as sad and beautiful as the snow

Who did I touch by burning incense

Invite the bright moon to make memories bright

Love is perfect in the moonlight

You shed tears like snow

I'm waiting for someone to get old

The drunken years

I love you forever with no regret..."

That year, the moonlight was smeared with a slightly mottled beige like the color of wolf teeth, shrouded in the night.

That year, she joined hands with him under the moon and vowed to the infinite beauty.

That year, when you turned around and left, silky hair floated on your shoulders. Under the moonlight, it flowed down like snow-white frost and snow like a waterfall. In that dreamlike atmosphere, it actually beautified our painful parting. At that time, the voice of praying for you in my heart did not expect anyone to hear or deliberately touch anyone. It was just that I was doing what I wanted to do now...

That year, what kind of vicious curse did your silky hair receive? It turned white and aging so unbearable overnight. I was shocked and saddened by this sudden sudden change, and tears fell down like winter snow. At this time, I can't help asking whether the crazy waiting of my life has wasted your young years or delayed my years. In this world where everyone is not drunk, sober and without regret, I carved the inscription of "love you forever" for you.

That year, the dazzling bronze mirror that was wiped clearly reflected the simplicity and innocence of your youth. I still remember the green appearance of your ponytail at that time.

Yes, if she can go back to that year, she hopes that they can always pursue secular rights like a child. If she could go back to that year, she hoped to see them still play together, capricious and wild to her. If it can really be like that, she would rather never wake up in her life. She would like to be intoxicated in half a dream and half awake, look at her dream hometown with hungover eyes, and return to the lingering year. In the dream, she will gently wade across the stream with the memory of her previous life, slowly walk through the bamboo forest, then push open the door with pine fragrance, smile and kiss your face - her unforgettable face. That is a face full of childishness, greenness and ignorance.

(Because of the word, the previous paragraph imitates the translation of "Fa Ru Xue", but the plot is consistent, and relatives can completely understand her as the content of this book)