Adore Trick of Beauty

Nie Wu paused for a moment while holding the wine glass in her hands. Some of the wine spilled out. She stiffened all over. After a long time, she turned to look at the door of the palace.

It was like a gust of early summer wind blowing through the hall, bringing the cool breath of the grass and trees. Dressed in snow-white clothes, he walked slowly. The courtiers who had just made a noisy toast stopped what they were doing and looked at the man walking slowly.

Nie Wushuang sat on the imperial steps, all the sounds in her ears faded away, she watched Gu Qinghong approach step by step, her white hands quickly clenched in her sleeves. After not seeing him for more than half a year, his temples were already gray, and his face had a bit of weathered color, but his clear eyebrows were as before, elegant and graceful, and the bright moon was not as bright as the brilliance in his clear eyes. Wearing a snow-white Confucian scholar's uniform and wearing a silk scarf, he seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

"Gu Qinghong, the envoy of Qi State, pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor of Ying State. Long live your Majesty, long live, long live your Majesty!" Gu Qinghong paid his respects, and the courtiers in the palace suddenly came to their senses.

Xiao Fengming said with a smile: "Lord Gu Xiangguo is safe. If it weren't for Gu Xiangguo's great help, my army would not be able to repel the Qin State's tiger and wolf army."

When Gu Qinghong heard this, he said with neither humility nor arrogance: "Your Majesty is ridiculous. This is the land of Qi State. Naturally, Qinghong will do his best to drive away the invaders."

Xiao Fengming smiled, raised his glass, and drank first as a token of respect. Gu Qinghong took the drink from the courtesy officer again, drank it all in one gulp, and then stood up. The moment he raised his head, he suddenly saw the stunning beauty beside the throne, and his heart suffocated.

The drink he had just swallowed flowed down his throat. It was obviously a light and refreshing drink, but it was like a knife cutting into his heart. He looked at her and was fascinated by Feng for a moment.

On the high imperial steps, she was wearing eight palace dresses, with the long skirt spread out behind her. She was sitting in this gleaming brocade, as beautiful as a fairy. Her hair is combed into a flowing bun with a golden golden bow. She moves slightly and is extremely dazzling. There is a red plum blossom between her eyebrows, which is unparalleled in enchantment. Her eyebrows were cold, and her eyes were filled with endless coquettishness. She was so beautiful that you couldn't stop looking at her.

After not seeing each other for only half a year, she went one step further and became one of the four concubines of Emperor Ying.

Nie Wushuang looked at Gu Qinghong, smiled suddenly, raised his glass, gestured slightly, and drank in one gulp. Something shrank in Gu Qinghong's eyes, and he sat aside silently.

The singing and dancing continued, the Sheng songs started playing again, and the radiant shadows all over the palace disappeared into the noise. Nie Wushuang drank the wine in the glass one by one. She could not hear clearly who came to toast or who said the eternal praises. , but the wine in the glass is empty one by one, and the glass is full again. It was extremely cold on the high imperial steps, and the slight warmth brought by the wine was dissipated by the wind.

She sneered in her heart, and the celebrations in the palace sounded so harsh. Beside the throne, Xiao Fengqing and Xiao Fengming's loud chatter and laughter flowed past her ears, but they could not enter her heart.

She looked at Gu Qinghong with pity. She wanted to step down the imperial steps and say to him: "It's useless, Gu Qinghong. The Qi country you are loyal to is destined to be defeated. What are you doing in Yingjing again? You clearly know that you are here. Why do you come here after you have humiliated yourself? Why do you want to be loyal to the emperor of Qi? Why..."

She stood up unsteadily, and was about to obey the voice in her heart and walk down the steps. Yang Zhi behind her supported her in time and whispered: "Mother, you have drunk too much."

Nie Wushuang suddenly turned around and saw the pity in Yang Zhi's eyes. He suddenly came back to his senses and chuckled: "Yes, I drank too much. Let's break up. Let's break up..."

Yang Zhi helped her retreat. The noise gradually faded away. She staggered and leaned against Yang Zhi. She walked and laughed all the way. When she stepped down the steps of "Qingde Hall", she finally stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Empress!" Yang Zhi was shocked and quickly helped her up. The flickering palace lantern outside the palace illuminated half of her face, and he was shocked to realize that her face was covered with tears.

Nie Wushuang leaned on the ground, the cold and flat stone pressed against her face, taking away the heat on her face, but it could not calm the boiling heat in her heart.

"Mother, did you fall?" Yang Zhi helped her get up.

Nie Wushuang stared blankly at the palace standing behind him in the darkness. There was endless singing and dancing, and the noise was loud and non-stop all night long. In this prosperous and prosperous time, she could see with her eyes the displaced refugees and hungry people along the way. , full of desolation, this was a premeditated war, and with his resourcefulness, he had already guessed half of it, but why could he survive it? In this foreign court, his Qi country could not get any share of the fruits of victory. But he still came here alone and foolishly served the fatuous emperor of Qi. Why didn't he wake up?

Nie Wushuang waved his hand and suddenly sneered: "Help me return to the palace, return to the palace..."

Yang Zhi sighed: "Slave, please go and fetch me. Your Majesty, please wait for a moment." He helped her sit down beside the corridor, gave several instructions to the maid beside him, and then hurriedly left.

Nie Wushuang leaned against the pillar, like a fragile butterfly constricting its wings in the dark. The smell of alcohol surged in her heart, and the past whizzed past her. The pain was so painful that she couldn't make a sound, but she seemed to be possessed by a demon and couldn't move. The darkness crowded in, and her tears fell more quickly. The wind blew through the corridor, just like that night when she lost all her innocence and turned into a devil overnight. In the wind and rain, she surrendered all her soul to the darkness.

But why was she still unhappy? She was clearly watching him get into trouble step by step, getting into trouble step by step, with his face covered in dust and his temples gray. She knew that he was exhausted and exhausted. She should have been gloating and happy, but why was she Still not happy at all.

"You..." Someone beside her helped her up, the voice was hesitant and sad.

Nie Wushuang raised her head in panic, and through the blur of tears, she saw a face as bright as the moon. Suddenly all the darkness seemed to fade away, and in a daze, she seemed to see the peach blossoms in March.

Under the tree, he came with a smile. That was the most beautiful and gentle scene she had ever seen in her life.

"Gu... Lang..." She murmured and stretched out her hand.

At the familiar call, the handsome face in front of him suddenly burst into tears. He held her hand and pressed it on her thin heart: "Wushuang..."

His hand held her cold hand. Nie Wushuang stared at the tearful Gu Qinghong in front of him, and touched his temples with trembling hands: "Why are you so... old?"

"Wushuang..." His tears fell on her hands, burning hot. She stared at him blankly, wondering if she was in a dream.

"Your Majesty..." The palace maid not far away reminded him hesitantly.

She suddenly came to her senses, and she retracted her hand suddenly, but that hand was firmly fixed on his heart, refusing to let go.

Her tears rolled down and merged with his. She gritted her teeth and said angrily: "Get out! Gu Qinghong, get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of the palace, get out of Yingjing! Get out of your home!" country!"

She pushed him away like crazy and cried: "Get out of here! Get out of here..."

Her force was too strong and she stumbled to the ground. The pain spread rapidly from her ankles. The smell of alcohol surged up again. She cried hoarsely: "Get out! I hate you! Gu Qinghong! I hate you!..."

Gu Qinghong stood in the darkness, looking at her crying as she fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face. He knew that he shouldn't come, and he knew that there was no room for Qi in this negotiation, but he came, and he was obsessed with wanting to come to Ying's court again, even to see her once.

During the battles and killings, every time he dreamed about it at midnight, he could no longer see that charming smile smiling sincerely at him. When she was hungry or thirsty, she stretched out her hand, but she never reached out in time. Until that moment, he didn't know where he went wrong. Hatred blinded all his tenderness. He raised the sword of revenge, but what he cut off was the warmest thing in his life.

He convinced himself over and over again that there was nothing wrong, nothing wrong... But every time he saw her hateful eyes, he was at a loss. The ten years of firm belief fell apart in her eyes and collapsed.

Until just now, he watched her look at him with pity and drink one cup after another. He watched her stumble back. He saw her holding on to the pillars in the dark and crying. It turns out that on this prosperous road, under all the splendor, she was also suffering in the same way.

She fell on the ground and cried bitterly. Her shrill cries made the palace ladies dare not come forward. There was a sudden sound of wind around her, and a pair of strong and firm arms picked her up.

The familiar fragrance of Du Ruo hit him. Nie Wushuang looked up and saw that charming and handsome face in the darkness. With pity in his eyes, he held her in his arms and looked up at the thin figure not far away: "Gu Mr. Xiangguo, the adults in the hall are still waiting for you to have a drink."

Gu Qinghong only stared at the sobbing Nie Wushuang in his arms. After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Where are you sending her?"

Xiao Fengqing's thin lips curled up: "You don't have to worry about it anymore, she has nothing to do with you anymore."

Gu Qinghong was shocked, and suddenly smiled coldly: "She has nothing to do with His Highness Prince Rui anymore."

After saying this, his long sleeves shook and he left.

The fists in Xiao Fengqing's sleeves were clenched tightly, and Nie Wushuang in her arms was so exhausted from crying that she could only choke intermittently. He brushed her closed eyes, tears rolled down from her eyes again, Xiao Fengqing took off his cloak with a livid face, wrapped her tightly, and slowly walked into the darkness.

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The road under her feet was so long, and she didn't know where he was going to take her. The drunkenness was raging in her mind, and many fragments flashed through her mind like lightning. After a long time, he put her down, lifted up his cloak, and revealed her bright red face.

"Look here." Xiao Fengqing patted her cheek to wake her up.

Nie Wushuang opened his eyes and realized that he was sitting on the "Looking into the Sky" in the palace. The strong wind whistled past her feet, and the cool wind blew away the lingering drunkenness in her mind. She gathered up her cloak and stared at the majestic palace towers in front of her.

She had been crying for too long, and now she was so tired that she didn't want to say another word.

"In the past, when I was a child, every time I was unhappy, I would come here and look at the stars and the palace below, and my heart would slowly become happy." He spoke slowly, and the wind blew his ink He was standing on the balcony of the rooftop, as if he might fall down if he wasn't careful.

In such a dangerous situation, he looked indescribably relaxed and comfortable.

Nie Wushuang looked at his back in silence for a long time before speaking: "Wushuang has not yet congratulated His Royal Highness Prince Rui. Now he has achieved what he wanted. He has gained the trust of the emperor and has a lot of military power in his hands. Congratulations!"

She looked coldly at the "Qingde Hall" where the noise of singing and dancing floated from that part of the palace, and smiled wantonly: "I wonder if His Royal Highness Prince Rui, my dearest brother, your third brother, and your emperor, knew about your After becoming so ambitious, will we be as brothers and sisters as we are today?!"

The wind blew and dried the tears on her face long ago. She looked at Xiao Fengqing's face that suddenly turned around, still smiling wildly, but the smile made people feel chilly and indescribably uncomfortable: "You are all acting, I watched you set up a show The trap, leading Qin State into the trap step by step, leading Qi State into the trap, makes me feel sick! Indescribably disgusting!"

"Especially you! Xiao Fengqing!"

Xiao Fengqing walked up to her, her handsome face unmoved. He looked into her eyes and suddenly asked: "Disgusting?! Do you really feel disgusting, or do you feel sorry for your Qi Guo? Or do you feel sorry for your Gu Lang?" "

"That cry from Gu Lang was so affectionate that even this king was moved when he heard it. Tsk tsk... Nie Wushuang, you have lost everything and you are still so unclear.

Are you awake? "

Nie Wu's eyes suddenly tightened, and he looked at him coldly without saying a word.

Xiao Fengqing grinned, grabbed her neck fiercely, pulled her to the balcony, and pushed her out little by little without stopping. Nie Wushuang felt as if her throat was being pressed by an iron vice. Her upper body had already left the railing, and hundreds of feet of sky were flying beneath her.

The wind blew through her temples, and a golden walking stick suddenly fell into the darkness, but his hand did not stop. Nie Wushuang's feet were almost off the ground, and her upper body was hanging outside the railing.

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