In the 36th year of Qingyuan, the new emperor ascended the throne and changed the country's name to Qingfeng, which was recorded as the first year of Qingfeng.

This year, the King of Yue initiated a palace revolution, and countless casualties were killed or injured. Fortunately, the new emperor quelled the rebellion. However, at this point, the fewer people served in the palace, so he chose a palace maid.

It was winter at that time, and snow fell from the sky, and it fell silently. The next morning, it covered the ground.

The snow on the wide palace road has been cleaned up, but the glazed tiles are covered with a layer of white. Under the warm sun, it looks like crystal clear printed on them.

The vermilion palace gate opened and closed heavily.

The group lowered their heads, and hundreds of people stepped on the clean palace road, without feeling crowded at all, without hearing any sound while walking, making the huge Forbidden City seem too quiet.

The woman walking at the last quietly looked back at the closed palace gate. She looked for a long time before she retracted her gaze, followed the team lightly and shallowly.

It was the first year of Qingfeng, November 6th.

Ayu once thought that she would never forget that year, let alone the sound of the vermilion door behind her that day.

A few months ago, she was still a rich lady in the family. She was pampered and had a poor father, and she favored her concubines and killed her wife. But she had a mother who loved her to the core and never caused her any grievances.

She also has a brother who once said that she would protect her health for life.

But a few months later, she became a palace servant, which was the best result she had ever achieved.

From the moment she stepped into the palace gate, she had never thought of going out again.

She still remembers that year's father-in-law asked her: "Where is the home, name, age..."

The little girl was shaking her hands, and the stains on her face were finally wiped away with a veil. She shook her voice:

"Home, live in Jiangnan, this year's twelve..."

She got stuck and didn't know how to report her name. The father-in-law was a little impatient: "What's the name?"

"Call, Ayu..."

In the end, she abandoned the surname Jiang, only remembering the voice of "Ayu" that her mother gently called her.

Back then, my mother wrapped her in her arms and smiled at her gently, with every word in her expectation:

"Ayu, Ayu, Mom hopes for your health and hopes for you to be free of worries..."

In a trance, she looked back, but couldn't see the direction she came. After her mother left, she no longer had home.

...

"Master, be careful!" Zhou Qi pulled the person into the umbrella in fear and hurriedly wiped the rain on her face.

Ayu suddenly came back to her senses. She breathed rapidly, her nose was sore, and her throat was blocked and painful. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't speak.

She has been in the palace for many years and never dared to remember the past.

How would she accept that the mother who loved her died tragically in front of her, while the person who regarded her as her elder brother stood by and watched?

Suddenly my eyes were wet, which was hatred, resentment, and anger. All kinds of emotions were surging, but in the end they all turned into virtual existence.

Her trembling body gradually calmed down, and the footsteps behind her suddenly stopped, but she knew that the man was not far behind her.

Ayu didn't want to turn around, didn't want to see that person.

After so many years, she no longer blamed him, but she no longer wanted to see him again.

She turned her back to him and said, "Han Yuyang, I don't want to see you."

She looked at the blue rain in front of her and suddenly remembered that the same was true that day. The sharp weapon cut across her neck, like the sound of broken brocade silk, and it was harsh and profound. The blood splashed out was washed away by the rain, as if nothing had happened.

Han Yuyang held an umbrella and his finger joints turned white.

The delicate and gentleness on his body faded away little by little, and the decadent intention burst out.

There are many rain festivals in Jiangnan. He once held an umbrella for her and walked through countless long alleys with her on her back just to avoid wetting her shoes and socks.

But never once did she turn her back to him and say she doesn't want to see him.

That year, he fell on the side of the road, passing by the carriage, but never looked at him. Only the man in front of him jumped off the carriage, full of vitality, and she "picked" him home.

He said that he would protect her for life, and this idea has never changed from beginning to end.

But Han Yuyang knew that she would not believe it anymore.

After a long time, until the rain splashed his clothes, he spoke and called her:

"Jiang Yu."

Since he was young, he has rubbed all the fine tenderness into these two words. In the past five years, he has read it countless times, but has never shouted it out again.

He and her had the name of brother and sister, but he knew very well that the two were not like this.

He treated her gentle, but he was also restrained.

He dared not exceed the rule by one point. He called the word "Jiang Yu" for three years. He thought there would be a chance to go further, but he did not expect that five years ago, this person never appeared again.

Han Yuyang looked at the person in front of him. He thought that when he met again, maybe she was blamed by him or she hated him.

But she never thought that she would rather not mention that matter than have any entanglement between the two.

The name was particularly harsh. Ayu pursed her lips and clenched Zhou Qi's hand beside her.

In this palace, she only believes in Zhou Qi.

In this world, she only believes in Zhou Qi.

She protected her lower abdomen and turned around suddenly. All her emotions were suppressed by her, leaving only coldness in her eyes, she said:

"Mr. Han, who are you calling?"

In the place where no one saw it, she pinched Zhou Qi's hand. Han Yuyang was about to speak, but Zhou Qi frowned and blocked her in front of her, and said with slight surprise:

"Mr. Han, our master is a fourth-rank beauty. Even if you are an important official in the court, is it a bit rude?"

This dynasty has always been like this. No matter how low the concubines in the harem are, they are still the masters. Unless the royal bloodline is in the eyes of the rest, they will be polite.

The cold wind was blowing and the shadows of the trees were swaying. Han Yuyang stood there. After looking at the man for a long time, he held the umbrella in his hand and loosened, loosened and held it. The man held his eyes and protected his lower abdomen. He only looked at him at the first time and did not want to look at him any more.

His eyes fell on her lower abdomen for a long time. Finally, he bent down little by little, lowered his head, and the oil-paper umbrella fell in response to the sound. He bowed and said word by word:

"I'm sorry, pay homage to the beautiful master."

There seemed to be a gust of wind around him, with a little coldness, and hurriedly walked away from him.

Han Yuyang closed his eyes, and the water dripped on the ground, bursting and bursting, and there was no one in front of him. He bent down at Huting until his whole body was wet.

Apart from the sound of rain, there was silence around him. After a long time, he stood up and looked at the dim lights behind him.

He held his clear eyebrows and eyes, held his lips slightly, as if he had said something, the breeze moved slightly, and with a low and shallow voice, he felt a little gentle.

——

Ayu walked very fast, and she was almost trotting, so Zhou Qi was almost unable to keep up with her.

Outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, she suddenly stopped, covered her chest and gasped. She stood on the corridor, lowered her head and opened her eyes, and stared at the long red wood on the ground in a daze.

Tears fell silently.

She raised her head and looked at Zhou Qi with a worried face. She smiled naturally and asked with a crisp voice: "Do I look ugly like this?"

Zhou Qi shook her head desperately: "It's not ugly, my master is the most beautiful."

Ayu took a deep breath, untied her cloak and handed it to Zhou Qi. Due to that change, the cloak was half wet and could not be worn anymore. She pinched Zhou Qi's cheek and comforted her with a smile:

"Okay, we'll collect our expressions soon, it's time for us to go in."

The hall was still lively. She came in quietly and sat silently without disturbing anyone.

Only Zhou Meiren looked at her eyes without squinting, but said softly: "The Queen Gang specially gave me a plate of mooncakes on each table. When she saw that you were not here, she even asked about it."

She glanced out of the light and frowned:

"What's wrong with you?"

The moment Ayu fell out of the umbrella, her black hair was first wet. Fortunately, she did not apply makeup, but her face was still white. She was gently wiping her hair with a veil. Upon hearing this, she did not answer, but complained softly:

"This rainy day is so annoying."

Meiren Zhou bent her eyes and laughed, shook her head slightly, and gave her handkerchief, but did not ask again.

Ayu closed her eyes and for a while, the smile on the corner of her lips faded.

On the high platform, Feng Yu's gaze swept down lightly, and when he saw someone in the empty seat, he withdrew his gaze.

He paused slightly, and he frowned again and looked over.

He called Yang De and asked lightly: "What's wrong with Mei Mei?"

Yang De was stunned. He swept over and saw that Mei Mei was rubbing her wet hair, and she was shocked.

What's wrong with this person? Why did he make himself so embarrassed?

With the priest's gaze, Yang De wanted to wipe his sweat a little, but he didn't stare at him all the time. How could he answer this question?

Yang De was anxious and hurriedly lowered his head and said, "I'm going to ask me, right?"

Feng Yu turned his head, squinted at him, and scolded him softly: "Silly, why don't you send a silk towel over?"

"Let the palace servants burn the charcoal fire nearby. If she is uncomfortable, let her go back first."
To be continued...