Chapter 3 Bitter memories

Li Luo answered and found a vacant seat at will. Soon after sitting down, the song "Ma Gu's Birthday" on the stage continued to sing. The voices of the actors on the stage were sonorous and soft, and their steps were light and vigorous. However, Li Luo did not really listen carefully. He quietly looked around with his eyes and found that It turned out that there were also more than a dozen plum blossoms in the hall. The dark fragrance was strong and pleasant to the eyes.

Li Luo sighed slightly in his heart. In the palace, everyone knew that Liang Guifei was the daughter of Wei Zhen, the prime minister of the current dynasty. Her father was high in power in the court and was very influential. More importantly, in this world, how many women can be loved by the emperor? It is said that most of the emperor's love is cold, but it seems that this noble concubine has done it and gets his strong affection.

I have also heard that the noble concubine Liang is so favored that the queen's seat must be in her bag. However, it is unclear that it has been five years since the new emperor ascended the throne, but the emperor in front of him refused to stand for a long time, which puzzled everyone. Even Li Luo felt that there must be some hidden in it, which made this The outstanding emperor refused to be canonized for a long time.

Li Luo's eyes wandered, but he saw that the person in the hall was very close to his beloved concubine.

He added vegetables for her, and she served wine for him.

His face was full of smiles, and her eyebrows were gentle.

Regardless of others, the two also look at each other warmly, as if there are only two people left in the world. From afar, it can really be said that they are a pair of beautiful people. Respect is like a guest, and there is love. In this situation, I don't know how many others are envious, and even Li Luo will be infected by their love. There was an inexplicable emotion in my heart, which seemed to be lost and a little sad. At the moment, there was a convulsion in my heart. My chest was tight, I couldn't breathe, and there was a faint pain in my heart, but it was only for a moment. After a moment, there was nothing left. This kind of mood makes Li Luo unclear and unclear, but he only feels particularly irritable.

Just halfway through the banquet, Li Luo found an excuse to say that he was not feeling well and returned to his garden with A Lian.

She knows that she is just a passer-by, a passer-by in his life, and only one of his many concubines. He has the favorite woman, who is the gentle and virtuous Liang noble concubine just now. They love each other so much and they are happy. In this case, why bother to stay here? Since she and he has nothing If the law is intersect, it's better to leave the table quietly.

Back to my garden, the pear blossoms were covered with snow and fell scattered and elegantly beside the falling. In the winter in the afternoon, it was particularly fresh. The pear garden was also wrapped in silver rope. I stretched out my hand and took over a slowly falling pear flower. There was a smile on my lips. Looking at the crystal snow-white pear in my hand, I fell from the heart, but There was a slight bit of bitterness.

When she left the banquet just now, the cold-faced man in the hall didn't say anything. She just quietly glanced at the pale blue shadow with his gloomy and cold eyes. Her eyes did not dare to have much contact with him. It seemed that as a contact, there would be a coldness. She couldn't understand his eyes and couldn't guess what it meant, but only faintly. That pair of eyes, as long as you look at them, will make her uneasy, make her anxious, and make her sink.

She didn't want to think too much and didn't want to guess. Li Luo slowly closed her eyes. Suddenly, a cold wind came, blowing away her hair and blowing off the pear blossoms in her hand.

As soon as she stepped into the hall, she smelled the fragrant plum blossom fragrance. After entering the table, when she looked around, she found that there were also more than a dozen plum blossoms in the hall, standing proudly in it, which was pleasing to the eyes. Li Luo lowered her eyes and laughed at herself secretly. She remembered that when she first came, she saw that the garden was empty and lifeless, so she ordered A Lian and other little maids who served her and ordered them to go out of the palace and go to the market to help her buy hundreds of pear seeds. Among so many flowers, Li Luo especially loved pear blossoms, because it was as white as snow, quiet and elegant. Showing that elegant demeanor, she loved it deeply. After buying the seeds back, she sprinkled seeds in her garden and must be watered and fertilized every day.

In the past, when Li Luo was too busy, there were often maids in her palace, and A Lian. Li Luo and they planted these seeds together, watered and fertilized, weededed and insects. Everything was carefully taken care of by his own hands. Finally, in the spring of the following year, it gradually grew into a pear tree, and then the flowers and leaves gradually appeared. New buds come out and bloom.

That spring, looking at these achievements, there was a burst of excitement and excitement. She shed tears unconsciously. It should be tears of joy, the tears of harvest, and a kind of relief for her here. Now, looking at these plum blossoms, an unknown emotion suddenly appeared in her heart. In silence, even she was a little confused. He suddenly became irritable, but Li Luo clearly knew that he loved his noble concubine Liang.

At the wedding ceremony two years ago, there were several bumps on the way. After a lot of hard work, Li Luo finally came from Yueshi to Minyue, thousands of miles away.

Finally, when she waited for that day, she sat quietly in the wedding room, wearing gorgeous wedding clothes. Like all the new brides in the world, she was looking forward to her husband in the middle of her heart, imagining the tenderness after he uncovering the ippa, imagining them drinking wine together, imagining that he smiled and holding her hand, and his eyes were affectionate. His calm and firm voice told her that he could always take care of her, be with her forever, and never be separated again. What she wants is such a life promise of 'to hold a son's hand and grow old with her son'.

However, the world was not satisfactory. On that night, she stayed alone in the empty room. Moment after moment, time passed like this. She waited for her husband and waited for a tear to carry it from the back of her hand to her whole body. It was boneless cold, as if she had fallen into the ice cellar. It was so cold that she shivered, and her whole body was unconscious. Trembling, she grasped her dress tightly, and her heart gradually surged up with loss, despair, and endless sadness.

That night, she didn't wait for his arrival, so she took off her handkerchief by herself. Two lines of tears had already come out of her eyes, wet her cheeks, wet her face, and her eyes slowly swept through the wedding room. She only felt a burst of sadness in her heart. There was a festive color in the room, a hundred quilts, a hundred quilts, all sprinkled with peanuts, longan, lotus seeds. , red dates, which means 'early birth to a noble son'. Looking at these, Li Luo suddenly smiled, with a cold smile, with endless coolness.

Ha ha, it's ridiculous. It's really ironic. On the wedding night, the bride is left alone in the boudoir and silently bears all this. Such a wedding banquet has no happy word at all. How can there be a festive atmosphere?

His eyes slowly swept through the wedding room, and finally fixed the two glasses of wine placed in the golden tray. He was good at shaking his hands and carefully raised one of the cups in front of him. After being half stunned, he did not hesitate to drink it all. Two glasses of wine, but drank one cup alone. Originally, this was to ask the husband and wife to drink up at the same time, which means that the husband and wife will share joys and sorrows, share difficulties, and never be separated.

Li Luo put down the wine glass with tears in his eyes, pulled the phoenix crown with a smile, and threw it to the ground fiercely. Suddenly, the dazzling golden phoenix crown shattered all over the ground. Several bright pearls inlaid on the phoenix crown immediately rolled down to the ground as if they had broken the line, accompanied by the tinkling sound. In the quiet night, it looked special. It's harsh and particularly unpleasant.

Li Luo looked at the broken beads and phoenix crowns on the ground expressionlessly, and tears were like these broken beads, all of which came out. That night, Li Luo hugged himself tightly and curled up tightly. He squatted in a quiet corner and couldn't help shaking. In this quiet night, only the wind and cranes outside the window creaked. The cold wind hit her slowly, cold. And she, that night, only trembled silently and cried silently.

After that, Luo Mingyue, her husband, completely abandoned her and forgot her after that night.

In fact, she really wants to ask him in person, do you still remember the promises that Yue promised her?

And she, from the initial anger and resentment, gradually changed to calm with the running-in of time, calmly doing her own things, calmly reading and learning words, calmly taking care of the pear garden, and living peacefully. This calmness is so quiet that she almost forgets herself. Despite this, she still can't cross that hurdle. As long as she brushed his shadow in her heart, she will be palpitated.

She knows that she is here, but it is just a decoration, like a decoration, and Luo Mingyue, but it is just a nameless. He has already had his beloved woman. I'm afraid others can't get into his eyes.

At this point of thought, my heart was not very depressed. The snow had already stopped, but the thick snow refused to melt. Li Luo only felt cold, and his whole body was extremely cold. For two years, he had been a thorn in her heart, which was really stuck in the bottom of her heart. As long as she touched it, her heart would faintly hurt. However, she couldn't get rid of this thorn. She just hid it deeply and tightly in the bottom of her heart and refused to let anyone know.

So, she, the noble concubine Liang, who spoils the six palaces, should be a lucky woman. As long as she wants something, he can give her anything. I'm afraid no one in the palace can do such doting and preferential treatment.

The sudden mood subverted the original sunshine in Li Luo's heart.

It was just a burst of irritability. Suddenly, it was also the most uncomfortable for her. Maybe she had been disturbed by a nightmare recently. She was already in a trance and sighed slightly in her heart, so she turned around and walked into the room.

On a sunny afternoon, the snow gradually began to melt.

Li Luo sat by the window and put the four treasures of the study on the desk as usual. He spread the rice paper, picked up the pen, and was stained with ink. He was about to lift the pen and practice writing, but his hand froze in the air. For a moment of pause, a drop of ink on the pen slowly dripped on the snow-white rice paper, so eye-catching, so conspicuous and clear. He was shocked, and his eyes blinked slightly, seemed to smile self-deprecatingly, and finally put the pen in his hand lightly on the case.

On this day, she was distracted.

This day, her mood turned upside down.

On this day, she finally wrote down nothing.

Li Luo raised his head gently and looked at the white snow pear flowers outside the window. The wind brushed his cheeks, and also slightly blew a corner of the rice paper dripping with ink on the desk. Finally, only the drop of ink was left on the rice paper, without a word.

As dusk approached, the sun shone in obliquely. Li Luo felt a little warm and tired, so he quietly lay on the desk, closed his eyes gently, and slowly fell asleep.