Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

Standing alone in this small Buddhist temple, for some reason, there is a feeling of being more lonely than standing alone in the wilderness.

Maybe it's because I have nowhere to ask for help.

Slowly turned back and turned, looking at this small Buddhist temple, the Buddha was sitting high, the compassionate and cold glasses were hanging down, as if looking at me, as if not looking at me. I looked at the Buddha, and the countless oil lamps flickered around. The green smoke was dangling in the light of the Buddha, and my heart was shaking as I watched the swaying candlelight.

Huang Tianba wants me to choose, but-how do I choose?

At first sight of those words of Yang Yunhui, it was not without joy, nor was the heart unmoved. That man, after all, was special to me. It was more profound than anyone's imprint on my life, Anyone, in a deeper place, touched my heart. But I never forget what kind of person I am Yue Qingying, what I want, if I go back to Pei Yuanzhang, what will I face.

Over the years, everything from the Cabinet to the Shangyang Palace has been engraved in my eyes. In Ning Yan, Yao Yingxue, and Yang Jinqiao, I have already seen the answer.

But that's it.

What I want is totally different from what he can give, and ...

He may not give.

There are too many women by his side, colorful and beautiful, how can it stop for a long time in a bland color?

go back?

not going back?

I slowly walked to the statue of Buddha, looked at the dignified treasure, and finally folded my hands, closed my eyes, and fell down on the futon gently.

Buddha, please guide me.

When I worshiped for a while and just got up and stood up, I suddenly heard a very light voice. Looking down, it turned out that I had been hanging the red orchid rope around my neck. The child broke, the button fell to the ground, and grunted and rolled behind the statue.

I hurried to the front and saw a small door behind the statue leading to the backstage. The back of the statue was covered with dust. I looked around for a long time before I found the orchid buckle in a small corner.

The back of this dust pupa has probably not been cleaned for some time. It is full of dust. When I got out from the back, I was soaked with gray dust and looked so embarrassed that I hurriedly wiped it with my sleeve. I heard a footstep from the door of the lobby.

Someone entered this Buddhist temple.

I looked down to see how embarrassed I was. It wasn't easy to go out to meet people. I stood quietly behind the statue of Buddha, waited for that person to worship the Buddha, and then went out.

But after standing for a while, I felt something wrong.

The strange thing was that the person who came in neither bowed nor prayed. I looked at the slender shadow cast on the wall, and he was standing alone on the Buddhist temple, motionless.

He is--

Time passed slowly, he was still standing there, could not hear his breath, but there was an inexplicable breath slowly spreading in the lobby, and my fingertips holding the orchid button suddenly started shaking.

The shadow on the wall is still as stable as if it was standing there, without any shake.

The entire Buddhist temple was so quiet.

I don't know how long, in such quietness, I heard a heavy, long sigh.