Full text of fireworks broken and falling flowers buried

The rain in the yard will run out after spring, and the flowers will fly. Fold branches alone, and you will know without words.

Painting hall lights warm curtain, and it is forbidden to leak tintin. It's cold when the rain stops, and the dream of going to the west window can't be realized overnight.

There is no reason to talk about emotional things. I am stupid, and I am doomed to fail. Indifferent to others.

He said that I may not be able to watch thrush with you every day like an ordinary person, and I may not be able to inherit the throne and give you the glory that all women in the world look forward to.

But I will try my best to be nice to you.

Because I have nothing but you.

Maybe it was these words that made me really fall in love with Duan.

It was just too late.

{Worried as drunk as a disease, incoherent. At dusk, Shuang Yan returned to the picture gallery. }

Today is the fifth day of September, an auspicious day for marriage in the yellow calendar. Dad rewarded me with 1200 gold and ordered me to buy a gorgeous dress and go to the moon building for drinking at night. It is said that a noble man from Beijing made a special trip to the Guo family in Jiangnan to propose to me.

I sat in front of the diamond-shaped makeup mirror and drew a makeup face up. Crimson lips, thick rouge, no thrush. Seeing that Xiaoxue, the maid, was gradually showing her shame, I was still not satisfied. I ordered someone to send rice and blacken it with ink, so that the matchmaker could stick a mole on my face.

Not-so-pretty faces are terrible. Choose a red and green satin dress embroidered with gold thread, with gold hair clips on her head. This should be a third-rate girl in Hongyi Hospital. When I looked back, I saw Xiaoxue's face was pale. She staggered and said, "Miss, if you go to the Mingyue Building dressed like this to meet your master, the handmaiden will be punished first ..."

I ignored her and swaggered out of the door, only to see Guo Wuji caught off guard in the shadow of a tree. It's early autumn, and it's been a year since I last saw him. Still wearing a blue shirt, his handsome face is clearly visible, a little more calm and profound than when I saw him last year.

He looked me up and down, hesitated slightly, and then called me "Sister" as usual.

I didn't want Wuji to see me like this, but when I heard him call me my sister, an unknown anger suddenly rose in my heart. My head snorted: "It's not my family's origin. Why do you call me so affectionately?"

At this time, Xiaoxue has chased it out. When I heard this sentence, my face was not stiff. Being humiliated in front of the next person, ordinary men will fly into a rage, but Guo Wuji still looks calm. His good temper has not changed for many years, and his smile is like the warm spring breeze in March. I only heard him say, "The guests in the Drinking Moon Building have been waiting for a long time, so Dad specially sent me to pick up my sister." With that, he turned and made a gesture to lead the way, and there was a romantic feeling between his sleeves. "Please."

In the face of Guo Wuji, who is elegant and good-tempered, I always have nothing to do, and finally I have to follow him disgruntled.

Silence all the way. Only the chaotic beads on my bun collide with the crisp sound. I looked up at his back, thin and handsome. I can't help thinking of this man, who became all my happiness and sadness seven years ago.

Promise. promise. At that time, I just called his name, and I felt very safe.

But does anyone remember these memories besides me?

That year, I first saw The Promise. He is just a new child bought by his father. He stood alone in the front hall of the painting gallery, but he had vague hopes. I cocked my head and stood behind him silently. After a long time, he finally turned around and suddenly saw me. All the ink in the jar was spilled on him.

However, when on earth did that weak boy grow into a deep person who could not show his face, and became strange and distant, beyond my sight?

The Drinking Moon Building is a newly-built pavilion in Guo Fu. Outside the courtyard, there is a circle of peony shipped from Luoyang, with golden walls and jade walls, which is extremely luxurious. Dad was going to give it to Guo Wuji, but I beat him to it. But after living for a few days, I hated the reflection of the golden wall and couldn't sleep well, so I gave it back to my father. At the moment, the peony garden outside the Drinking Moon Building is full of strange guards. The three of us walked in front with dazzling golden light, but all the guards looked at each other. From the nuances, we can see that it is unusual.

I was slightly surprised and asked, "Is this distinguished guest who came to propose marriage a general?"

Wuji nodded and looked at me seriously.

Officials are not easy to mess with. Although I am willful, I am not ignorant of the depth. Although the Guo family is the richest man in the world, it is extremely rich, but the people don't fight with the officials, and the generals holding the relieving power can't be settled by just gold. I don't want to give my father any trouble. If I had known this man was so big, I might not have dressed like this.

"No flowers." But it's too late. Just then, someone called me from behind. This is my father's voice.

I looked back, before my eyes came into contact with my father, I was attracted by a strange white boy. Oblique long phoenix eyes flew obliquely into the temples, and the face seemed to draw ink, with too many strokes and too few strokes. Such a beautiful appearance, it was difficult to associate with the general in a bloody battle, but the black iron sword around his waist silently revealed his origin. Dad saw me dressed so strangely, and he paused slightly with a hint of anger on his face.

The white boy just looked at me calmly, as if whether I was beautiful or ugly had nothing to do with him. My eyes slipped over the bright yellow dress on his waist, and I was surprised. He comes from Beijing. Is he a member of the royal family? Before I could think, my father's voice was ringing in my ear: "No flowers, come and meet your highness."

When sleeping, the wine cellar is warm, and the embroidered door is unintentional. The incense is printed in ashes, and the old eyebrow is in charge of the cold screen on the back.

I knelt down and looked at the white childe with new eyes. It turns out that he is Prince Mei Qing.

Mei Qing, the eldest son, died young. In recent years, the emperor favored Hua Fei, and gradually began to abandon the long and establish the young. Seeing that the position of the Prince was no longer stable, big prince, who was famous for his painting, abandoned literature and joined the army. Within two years, he built a brilliant army, marched north into Turkey, launched civil strife in Xiping, and fought bloody battles on the battlefield.

And his smile at this time, as if standing leisurely at the foot of Nanshan, amid hordes, as if just a smile, he saw his dashing charm on the battlefield. He came up to me, his voice as calm as if he were just a teacher next door, and gently helped me up. He said: "I have heard of Guo Wuhua's daughter, and I came to see her today. This is really famous, so you'd better meet her. "

I don't know why, but I don't like the cold smile on his handsome face. I withdrew my hands without trace and whispered, "In fact, prince, what you are thinking is that it is not as famous as meeting."

The name of Guo Wuhua, the only daughter of the Guo family, is more and more deeply rooted in people's hearts because of her rich family background. In fact, anyone who has seen me should know that flowers are as beautiful as water, but that's all.

But at the moment, he heard me dressed like a third-rate girl in a brothel, but there was no embarrassment on his face. He just said indifferently, "Miss Flower is too modest. There are many beautiful women in the world, and everyone has their own unique love. It is not necessarily bad to spend red, green and green. " There was a joke in his amber pupil, but it soon disappeared, and his eyes seemed to be full of serious colors.

Zheng, I didn't know how to answer at the moment. He is a master and knows how to say something against his will to achieve his goal. His eyes are bipolar and beautiful, but they seem to be inlaid with a thin layer of ice, which makes people feel cold and far away. Guo Wuji has a good temper and a deep mind, but he seems to be inferior to Duan Mei Qing. Look at his eyes, I'm afraid it's hard for anyone in this world to know what he really thinks.

I was in a panic for no reason. Is it really impossible for me and Wuji?

At this moment, he said bluntly, "If your highness comes to ask for relatives, I'm afraid he will be disappointed. I don't want to get married, let alone marry someone like you. "

Maybe I was too direct. Stunned, he still cocked his lips slightly and said, neither soft nor hard, "I'm afraid it's all up to the girl to decide the parents' lives and the words of the matchmaker." "

"You are a prince. Do you really want to marry a woman you don't love for money? " I gritted my teeth and said this tacitly in public. He paused slightly, and I smiled and said, "I won't marry even if you like." My smile turned cold and I turned to leave. A golden hairpin jingles, but I think his eyes are more interesting and firmly locked on my back.

That night, the moon was covered by dark clouds, and the west wind was cold and silent. I am independent of the window, and there are gold-plated wedding invitations and overwhelming engagement gifts on the table. Dad was just here. He said he only had a daughter like me, so naturally he didn't want to exchange my happiness for anything. But my Guo family is the richest man in the world, and I am also the target of public criticism. The Guo family had a grudge against the prime minister who assisted the third prince, and had already waded through the muddy water to accumulate strength. Now they can only rely on their eldest son, Mei Qing, to help him ascend to the throne.

My father spoiled me since I was a child and rarely asked me to do anything, so this time, I kept silent. When he left, he looked back at me deeply and said, "Wu Hua, I know what you want." But you should also know that you can't get the person you want. I won't let you succeed. You are my daughter, and only Duan's royal family deserves you. I want you to be the mother of the world, and I want you to bring eternal glory to my Guo family. That man, he doesn't deserve you. "

I don't know this, but my father knows my heart for Guo Wuji.

Maybe all the girls in the world fall in love with spring. I think it's a secret, but everyone already knows it.

One night is so long.

At dawn, a shallow crescent moon hangs on the horizon. I pushed the door and walked out of the room, which was filled with the fragrance of flowers and morning dew. There was a sudden melancholy in the corner of my eye. I looked up and saw Guo Wuji standing there looking at me. Zhang Jun's face is moist as jade, and there seems to be a trace of confusion in his eyes. His clothes have been wet with dew, but he has been standing there for a long time.

That tall figure, standing alone, is like a dream of going home, ethereal and illusory.

I was shocked, and a little bitterness welled up in my heart and asked him, "What are you doing here?"

He lowered his head, I couldn't see his expression clearly, but he whispered, "Dad has made up his mind. Tomorrow ... the prince will take you back to Beijing. "

Yes, I'm leaving tomorrow. I have so much to say to him, why should I be angry with him? I turned down the eldest prince, Mei Qing, because I already have someone I love in my heart. Promise, you are so smart, how can you not understand?

My voice softened and I murmured, "If you're here to convince me for my father, it's unnecessary. I am married. " I looked up, feeling a little sour, and said, "... Brother Wuji, take care. "

This is the first time I have called him brother for many years. Since my father accepted him as his adopted son that year, he didn't refuse, and I opposed him everywhere. Because once he becomes his father's adopted son, he will change his name, take charge of the family business and do what a son should do. People outside don't know. They always think we are brothers and sisters. It was when I was young, but I also knew that once he changed from a little boy to Guo Wuji, he would never be with me in his life.

When I called him brother, Wuji shook his body slightly and looked up at me deeply. I bit my lip and said, "Now I just want to ask you, have you ever been touched by me?"

The promise didn't answer, but looked at me fixedly. He doesn't care about me at all. I sighed and turned to leave, but at that moment, suddenly a pair of strong and warm hands hugged me from behind.

Guo Wuji's breath is so familiar and unfamiliar that his chin is on my shoulder. This kind of intimate action is unprecedented in recent years. He said in my ear, "Without flowers, you don't understand. When will you really understand me? " He held my head against me and wouldn't let me see him. He said, "Everything I do is for you and for the Guo family. You and I are born different. If I don't be the adopted son of the Guo family, I didn't even get a chance to dance with you, you know? However, as the eldest son of the Guo family, I want you to be a crown princess to consolidate the position of the Guo family. But as a man, I ... I just want you to stay with me. " His lips brushed my hair lightly, and my scalp was numb and my heart was in chaos, but he gently let me go, put his hands on my shoulders and said, "Wu Hua, promise me, do what you should do and strive for what you should strive for." I will always protect Guo Jia and you ... You trust me, okay? "

For the first time, my heart was inexplicably sweet and sour, and I was uncertain about sadness and joy. All the anger and disguise in the past seemed to disappear in Huasong, and suddenly I felt like flying. When he saw my tears, he seemed to be stung by something. Suddenly he let go of my shoulder and turned around.

{The west wind is cold in the middle of the night, and I dream of returning early, dreaming of golden leaves, and closing the branches in front of the window at night. }

I just looked at his back for a long time, and my heart was mixed with sadness and joy. I was about to turn around and go back to my room. Suddenly, my neck became cold. I looked down and found a shiny silver dagger against me. It's cold. The person holding me is wearing pajamas, and my figure is almost the same as his. It should be a woman. She looked at me with strong hatred. She patted me on the cheek with the tip of a knife and said, "I heard that Guo Wuhua is a world-famous beauty, but that's all." But everyone in the world speaks highly of you. " With that, she raised the dagger and stabbed me in the throat. I was surprised and closed my eyes subconsciously, but the pain I expected didn't come.

Her hand stopped in mid-air, and Duan Mei Qing stood behind her in a robe. In the dark, it looks like a white shirt, and there seems to be amber crushed ice in the pupil. The weather is very cold, and there is a feeling of sadness.

The woman stared at him, her eyes gradually filled with tears. As soon as her hand was released, the dagger fell to the ground. She got down on one knee and said, "I'm a handmaiden. See your highness."

Duan didn't speak, just looked at her coldly. By this time, I had taken off my so-called colorful and strange clothes during the day, but he didn't even look at me. In the seemingly calm eyes, there seems to be a fierce and unspeakable undercurrent shaking.

It turned out that she was coming for him. I looked at the way he looked at her, and my heart trembled inexplicably. I looked up and saw the deeper dew outside the window, the moonlight dancing, and I was inexplicably restless.

The flowers in front of the window will be closed at night.

Is this woman Mei Qing's favorite?

How much do you know about old worries and new enemies? I listened to music and drew a boat before I spent it alone. }

Later, in the same dream, I dreamed of Duan's handsome face many times, which was almost rude. His eyelashes are very long, as if stained with silver moonlight. Pupils are like broken thin ice, and there is a vague me inside.

I said Mei Qing, don't you hate me? Why didn't you kill me?

He looked down at me. He said hating someone doesn't necessarily mean wanting him to die.

Guo Fu is heavily guarded, and the woman named Ruan Zhiwei can break in without authorization, which is definitely not a simple person. It is said that she is the personal maid of His Royal Highness the Prince and has been guarding him since childhood. There was no one else that day. I heard her ask a question. She said, your highness, how did you know I would come? If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have got rid of Guo Wuhua. I know this is wrong, but I can't help it.

"Because I know you." Duan walked ahead, his voice sounded calm, and at this time, the first ray of dawn pulled his shadow for a long time. He suddenly turned around and looked at Zhiwei. His amber eyes revealed some emotions for the first time, but it was so cold. He said: "I know that if you lose me, you will be too lonely to survive." But I can't watch you destroy others and yourself. I may kill you. "

I'm Zheng. His eyes are like a lonely and bloodthirsty wolf. It looks scary, but it makes people feel sorry for him inexplicably.

Dad knew Ruan Zhiwei existed, so he refused to let her go. He said that she would eliminate this hidden danger for me while he was still alive. He sent someone to put Zhiwei in a dungeon in Guo Fu, but Duan didn't stop him. Dad is very satisfied with Duan's attitude. He said that Mei Muslim is a smart person and won't fall out with me because of a humble woman.

I remember the way Mei Qing looked at her that day. I glanced at Guo Wuji, sighed and said, "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Let her go ... "

This is, the promise came over and changed my topic. The cuff brushed my hand without trace and stuffed a note into my hand. I carried my father into the darkness, which read: Night, Meiyuan.

I kept my promise, but Wuji didn't come. There was his long sword on the stone table. I picked it up and touched it. Maybe in the future, like his people, I will never see this sword again. At this moment, I suddenly saw a shadow on the ground running towards me. My in the mind a surprised. Looking back, I saw Ruan Zhiwei running behind me and stabbing with a dagger. Almost subconsciously, I pulled out Guo Wuji's sword and turned to stab her in the chest.

The tip of the sword is poisonous! A lot of black blood gushed out and reached my hand, so hot and so cold. My hands are shaking and my mind is blank. I don't want to kill anyone. I drew my sword in a hurry, but her blood gushed out more violently. After a while, she collapsed on the ground in front of me, her eyes empty and unwilling. This is my first time to kill, my insides are intertwined, my consciousness begins to wander, and even my breathing begins to stagnate.

At this moment, suddenly someone called me softly. That is Guo Wuji's voice. He looked at the messy scene and comforted me softly: "There are no flowers, don't be afraid, it's not your fault." He came over and hugged me gently, and the temperature in his arms was strange and warm. I was trapped in this hug in shock, and my shoulders kept shaking.

But at this time, I saw a straight face. He looked at the dead Ruan Zhiwei motionless and suddenly turned to look at me.

When my hand trembled, the bloody sword fell to the ground.

Duan Meiqing looks transfixed at Guo Wuji who is in my arms, and there seems to be a broken ice flower embedded in the pupil.

The wedding will continue.

Duan took me back to Beijing, and I took the most luxurious painting boat ten miles away from Qinhuai with my father along the way. I like plum blossoms. They are transported by ice from the far north, and they are put on Qinhuai painting boats one by one, which has a peculiar beauty.

How much do you know about old worries and new enemies? I listened to music and drew a boat before I spent it alone.

My mood at this time is actually like this river, full of trembling ripples. I think in this life, I'm afraid no one will be so kind to me as my father. Including promises, including this husband who will accompany me all my life.

I killed the woman she loved.

{Chaoyang Temple has a new song, which is unknown. Stealing the sheng, I was trembling with fear. }

All the way back to Beijing. When we boarded the last original boat, Duan He didn't take anyone with him. The river is as far away as a mirror. At that time, only the two of us were drinking moonlight, and each had his own worries. I stepped on the air and almost fell down. Duan stretched out his hand to hold me, and my clothes had a faint smell. His hand is big and warm, and he hugs my waist, which has a strange warmth. I always felt a little guilty about him. I said, "Don't you hate me? Why didn't you kill me?

"If you let me fall into the river at this moment, no one in the world will doubt you."

He let me go, lowered his head and poured the wine without looking at me. He said, "hating someone doesn't necessarily mean wishing him to die." Maybe it was because of alcohol, maybe the moonlight that night made people sad. He talked more than usual. He gulped down the wine in the cup and said, "I know Zhiwei. So I knew she would come back to me, and I expected such an ending ... Maybe for her, living is pain. "

Liking a person because of understanding may be much happier than getting to know him after liking him. These words touched my heart. I took his wine: "In fact, I also know Guo Wuji. Because I know, I understand that if he is really good to me, he won't say such ambiguous words before I leave. He just wants me to let him go ... and Zhiwei, she ... "I'm not very good at drinking, but I still swallowed the latter words for my only reason. Duan quietly watched me drink one cup after another, as if there were finely broken ice flowers in my eyes.

He still hates me.

But how can I let him know that although Guo Wuhua is arrogant and willful, he is not stupid and unwilling to bear the pain of suicide all his life. I thought about everything again. I understand that this is actually a game set by Guo Wuji. He asked me to meet in Meiyuan, put his long sword on the stone table and let Ruan Zhiwei out of prison. In fact, there is only one purpose-he wants me to kill her myself. I don't know why he did it. I can't say anything about it. I'd rather believe that he has feelings for me than that a person I've liked for seven years would calculate me like this.

That night, I drank a lot of wine and tears filled my eyes. I put my head on Duan's shoulder and said, "Duan, I know you will hate me." Actually, I'm scared, too I'm afraid to live with people like you all my life. But who let me fail you? No matter how you treat me in the future, I won't blame you. "

In the dim light, I felt his hand touching my face, as unreal as the cold moonlight. In a trance, I heard him say in my ear, "Every man for himself, the devil takes the hindmost. Actually, I don't blame you. But I'm afraid I can't pretend that nothing happened. "

I fell asleep on his shoulder, and when I woke up, I was lying alone on the original boat in the morning.

What's more, I listened to music and drew boats. I was shocked by the cold.

I think I will have more and more profound experience of Zhaoyang Temple in Mei Qing in the future.

Vaguely lying in front of the lamp, wandering between the window and the moon. Meng Xiao came back first, and the east wind bloomed early at night. }

I have been in the palace for a year, and I live in Xiangyinzhai on the west side of Zhaoyang Hall. Duan seldom comes and doesn't talk much when he comes. Most of the time, he just reads books with me. He reads Sun Tzu's Art of War and I read my Book of Songs. Life is also very leisurely.

In fact, it is not a bad thing that I came to this palace with disappointment in Guo Wuji. At least I won't miss him any more, and I won't resent Duan Mei Qing any more. Love is congenial, but the meaning of these four words slowly comes to mind in the face of each other year after year.

I was reading by the window that day when Xiaoxue, the maid, rushed in with a surprised face and said, "Miss, your highness is here! I take people to step down, do you want to freshen up ... "

Duan has been busy recently. It's been a month since I last saw him. I looked at Xiaoxue's beaming appearance and had some expectations. Looking up, I saw Duan stumbling in wearing a bright yellow robe. The smell of Long Xianxiang mixed with alcohol on him reminds me of that night on the original ship for no reason.

I stood up to meet him, but he suddenly fell into my arms, his hot lips kissed my neck, and my skin trembled inch by inch. I tried to push him away, but he held me tighter and tighter, holding me in his arms with infinite loneliness, as if I were a lifeline, and I would break as soon as he let go. My heart instantly turned into water, just let him hold it and say, "Today is the anniversary of her death. Your heart hurts, doesn't it? "

He put his chin against my neck, and he said that emotional things were unreasonable. I am stupid, I am destined to be indifferent to others.

He said, I may not be able to watch the thrush with you every day like an ordinary man, and I may not be able to inherit the throne and give you the glory that all women in the world expect.

But I will try my best to be nice to you.

Because I have nothing but you.

My heart was inexplicably shocked. As soon as my nose is sour, tears gurgle out. This is not the first time I have shed tears for him. His movements are light, careful and intense. He picked me up, walked to the bed and untied the layers of gorgeous skirts with his hot hands, but he whispered in my ear: Zhiwei, Zhiwei. ...

I closed my eyes, and tears surged, dripping on his shoulders and my skin, and finally transpiration in the warm dream of hibiscus overnight.

When I opened the kit, his handwriting on the silk book said-

I have never loved you and I will never love you again.

I hope you are too.

{I lost my spring companion before the flowers, and I am looking for fragrance. My eyes are sad, even if I have a song, my heart will break. }

There is a courtyard similar to Guo Jiamei Garden. There is a plum in your name. I like plum since I was a child. This coincidence may also be another trick of fate.

Remember I said that liking someone because of understanding may be much happier than knowing it after liking it.

As you know Zhiwei, I know the infinite. It's like his expression is to let me continue to sink, and your secret love is to let me go.

Another spring, I was holding a crying baby, and your shadow loomed on my little face. It was windy in the afternoon, and the tip you left me was blown into the small pond in the yard. I bent down to pick it up, only to find that the ink on the silk was layered ... many words in the middle slowly disappeared, "never" and "nothing" ... the words of those businessmen were scattered all over the floor like flowers, leaving only a few words woven with ink and bronzing lines.

I ... love you.

Love you forever.

The breeze blew, and the petals of plum blossoms danced like snow.

I don't turn around, tears streaming down my face.