Phoenix Shadow Coming From the Sky: Twelve, a line between sorrow and joy 1

In the middle of April in the fifth year of Yuan Ding, Xu time.

After summer, the days get longer, so at this time, there is still a hazy sky.

Xiang Yi walks slowly with a palace lantern. She needs to go to Wenyin Pavilion to stay on duty tonight. Wenyin Pavilion is the place where musicians in the palace practice their skills. During the day, the sound of silk and bamboo is very lively, but at night it is quiet. Sending people on duty at night is just to be careful with the candles. Anyway, this palace is heavily guarded. It is impossible for thieves to come in here, so Xiangyi is not in a hurry.

Xiangyi was only fifteen at the beginning of the year. Although Xiang's family was not rich and powerful, they opened a rice shop and were considered a well-to-do family with no worries about food and clothing. He is the person with the highest status in Qingzhou, so what joy is there in being a slave. It's a pity that her parents don't agree with her idea, they think it's a great honor for their family to enter the palace, and they can also get close to the most noble queen of Qingzhou, which is really a beautiful job that only the ancestors have accumulated, so She was sent in when the palace was recruiting maids this spring.

Xiang Yi's family background is clean and her appearance is beautiful, so naturally she passed. Now she has been in the palace for more than a month. She is assigned to the Wenyin Pavilion and manages those musical instruments. It's just that it's boring, and I hope that three years will pass soon, and she will be able to leave the palace and go home.

When passing by Zhanghua Garden, there was a sudden cracking sound of "Bang!", which was especially loud in the silence, which made Xiangyi tremble in fright, and almost lost the palace lantern in her hand. The shock was still undecided, and suddenly there was a scent of wine in his nose, obviously it must be the wine jar that was smashed just now, so he wondered which palace official was so bold as to steal the wine, and accidentally smashed the wine jar, Thinking about it this way, I planned to pass without knowing it.

"Lonely geese don't drink and peck, but sing and sing. Who cares for a shadow, lost in the clouds? Seeing everything seems to be seen, mourning is as much as hearing. Wild crows have no mood, and they sing and make noise." [ Note ○1]

Suddenly there is a singing sound, like the quiet sound of a guqin, containing a kind of inexplicable sadness, which makes people feel heartache and eye corners, but they don't know why it hurts, but they have no tears to pour out. Xiangyi was overwhelmed by the sadness and desolation in the singing for a moment, so she couldn't help but stay where she was, unable to move her feet.

"Who is pity for a shadow, lost in thousands of clouds... Seeing everything is like seeing... Sorrow is as much as hearing..."

Singing these few lines over and over again, the singing voice is full of grief, indignation and desolation, and at the end of the singing, the song has turned into crying, and the depressive howling makes people feel desolate.

Xiang Yi has completely forgotten about the night watch at this moment, and can't help but follow the voice, just want to know who is singing such a sad song.

Passing through the Zhanghua Garden, one can see a person lying crookedly in the pavilion by the lake ahead. In the dim twilight, one can vaguely discern that person's clothes are azure, and his long black hair is untied. The bundles hang down like this, some are scattered outside the railing, some are winding down to the ground, there are broken porcelain altars on the ground outside the pavilion, and the strong aroma of wine drifts with the wind, obviously it is this person who just sang the tragic song.

Xiangyi became more and more curious, so she quietly moved over with the palace lantern, walked across the wooden bridge, and stepped up the steps. The people in the pavilion remained silent, half leaning and half lying on the railing in the pavilion, as if they had already passed away. Fell asleep. She approached step by step, stepped into the pavilion, and finally walked up to the man, and when she lit the lamp, she immediately stayed on the spot.

The face under the lamp is uniquely loved by God, every minute and every centimeter is extravagant and beautiful, which makes people hold their breath at a glance, there is such a flawless face in the world.

Looking at this peacefully sleeping face, Xiangyi felt as if there were seven or eight small deer bumping against her chest, which drove her into a daze. Looking at this face and looking at this person, you can go back and forth forever. Unknowingly, she couldn't help stretching out her hand, wanting to touch that face, wondering if this was her hallucination, or if there really was such a man in the world who was as beautiful as a god.

The hand moved closer inch by inch, and just when she could feel the warmth of his skin at her fingertips, the cold wind came from behind her, and then one hand grabbed her hand.

"..." When the incident happened suddenly, Xiangyi was so frightened that she opened her mouth to scream, but in an instant, a hand was placed on her neck, choking her screams that rushed to her throat, and then she felt dizzy, only felt The body flitted back for a while.

When she could see clearly again, she saw a woman in white clothes standing in front of her. She had long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and her face was like a cold moon. He didn't dare to raise his head again at a glance, his knees softened, and he fell to the ground, "Slaves pay homage to King Feng." Although he has never seen it before, he doesn't need to ask at all, he knows that in this world and in the Palace of Fengwang, only the one with such aura is One person——Qingzhou Fengwang Feng Duying!

"Send him back."

Hearing this order, Xiangyi couldn't help raising her head, only to find that there was a man standing beside Fengwang, tall and handsome, with an expressionless face, it was Fengwang's guard Du Kang, a man in the palace Often quietly jokingly refer to it as "the shadow of the wind king". Seeing Du Kang carrying the sleeping man in the pavilion on his back, she realized that this sentence was not meant for her, and she couldn't help but feel shocked and disappointed.

"Get up." Feng Duying left without even looking at Xiangyi kneeling on the ground.

Kneeling Xiangyi in the pavilion didn't get up until they were gone, she only felt pain in her knees when she stood up, but it was her hands that hurt even more. When I woke up at this moment, I only felt that my fingers were numb and painful. Looking back at the balcony where the man had been lying in the pavilion, he suddenly understood his identity—Jun Hui of Qing Dynasty—the husband-in-law of King Feng.

Sending Jiuyao back to Yingshou Palace, watching the palace servants serve him to sleep while intoxicated, Feng Duying returned to his own Fengying Palace.

Along the way, she was silent, and Du Kang just followed behind quietly.

When I arrived at Fengying Palace, I lay down on the soft couch by the window, closed my eyes, and felt exhausted all over the sky.

Du Kang quietly poured a cup of hot tea for her and put it on the low table within reach of her, and then removed the bright palace lantern nearby, leaving only a candlestick ten feet away, a little dim yellow, unclear, Just right for a relaxing break.

"Du Kang, should I kill him on Jiuluo Mountain?" After a long time, Feng Duying on the couch made a deep voice.

Although he left the imperial capital, but when he arrived in Qingzhou, Jiuyao never felt happy. The pain of the death of the family and the hatred of killing relatives lingered in his heart all the time. I can't extricate myself from it, so in the past, I really have to respond to the saying "life is better than death".

Du Kang was silent for a while, and then said: "You have treated him with the utmost benevolence, if he wants to sink into grief, that is his business."

Feng Duying opened his eyes and looked at Du Kang standing beside the couch, sat up for a while, shook his head and smiled helplessly. In Du Kang's eyes, if the whole world was against her, it would be the whole world's fault. My heart warmed slightly, and the fatigue all over my body disappeared, "How is the construction of the other courtyard on Qianbi Mountain?"

"Half a month ago, it was said that it was almost finished." Du Kang replied, "It should be completed by now, and it is estimated that a letter will arrive within two days."

"Oh." Feng Duying frowned slightly, "Then tell him to pack it up as soon as possible, and then send him there, so that he won't stay at the enemy's side every day and feel uneasy."

Du Kang nodded, "Your subordinates know, I will instruct over there to prepare as soon as possible." After he finished speaking, he turned around, "You are also tired today, I will order them to bring water, you can go to rest earlier after washing. "

"Not for the time being." Feng Duying stood up and pressed his neck. He felt a little stiff and sore after sitting too many desks recently. "There are still a lot of books I haven't read, how can I sleep now. You can ask the dining room to prepare some food for me when I am hungry at night."

Du Kang glanced at her, took back the advice that was on his lips, and just nodded and went out.

"Well, it's better than before. With the third brother and the fourth brother here, there's no need to worry about so many things." I just feel a headache, I can't wait to carry these back to the imperial capital, and then throw them to my brothers. But... now I can no longer rely on them, no matter how hard or difficult it is, I can only bear it by myself, because she is the king of Qingzhou and the people of Qingzhou rely on her.

That night, the lights of Fengying Palace didn't go out until midnight.