After leaving Wutong Palace, Feng Lingyan, wearing a veil on his head, wandered aimlessly throughout the vast imperial palace. His steps seemed hesitant and confused, as if he had lost his sense of direction.
However, surprisingly, wherever Feng Lingyan went, the surrounding palace servants would panic and move away. They seemed filled with awe for this mysterious figure, not daring to show any slight, and no one dared to block his path.
Just like that, Feng Lingyan walked further and further into the palace, unknowingly arriving before a magnificent palace—Bixia Palace. He stopped and looked up at the plaque hanging high above the palace gate. Inscribed on it were three large, golden characters: "Bixia Palace."
The vermilion gate was tightly closed, shutting out the clamor of the outside world. But through the crack in the door, Feng Lingyan could still glimpse the luxurious scene within. Gazing at this familiar yet unfamiliar palace, Feng Lingyan's heart was filled with endless emotion.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, seventeen years have passed. Despite the passage of time, the Bixia Palace remains resplendent and majestic. Like a dazzling pearl, it sits within the imperial palace, radiating the glory and splendor of its past.
"I ride on the radiant morning sun, the red clouds are magnificent and charming. Purple mist lingers from the east, and the blue sky hides the clamor of dust."
"Yunzhi is the ruler of a country, the emperor of Laifeng. Since your bedroom is called Zichen Palace, Lingyan's bedroom will be called Bixia Palace from now on."
This is what he said to Nalan Yunzhi when Feng Lingyan first entered the palace.
Feng Lingyan quietly gazed at everything before her, recalling every detail of the past. This place had witnessed countless joys and sorrows, but now, only silence and loneliness remained.
Just as Feng Lingyan was lost in thought, the two guards at the door noticed his arrival. They immediately bowed respectfully and took the initiative to open the door to Bixia Palace, as if they had already known that Feng Lingyan's identity was extraordinary.
Feng Lingyan took a long step, stepped through the gate, and stepped into the front courtyard of Bixia Palace. Bixia Palace was located in the center of the imperial palace's backyard, and the surrounding environment was peaceful and solemn. The garden in the front courtyard was like a fairyland, beautiful beyond words.
Upon entering the garden, one is greeted by a dazzling display of vibrant flowers, vying for beauty in the sunlight and emitting captivating fragrance. Bees diligently gather nectar among the blossoms, while butterflies dance gracefully, creating a vibrant and vibrant scene that adds a touch of life and energy to this tranquil garden.
Feng Lingyan strolled along a path bordering a lush green meadow. In the center of the garden stood an exquisite fountain, its water flowing with a clear, melodious sound. Surrounding the fountain were white marble railings, intricately carved with patterns, showcasing the royal nobility and elegance.
In a corner of the garden stood a charming pavilion, its surroundings covered in wisteria, its purple spikes drooping like a dream. Feng Lingyan couldn't help but recall the days when he'd played the zither, written, and painted here, as well as the heartwarming moments he'd shared with Nalan Yunzhi.
Scenes from the past flashed before his eyes. Feng Lingyan suppressed her loneliness and walked through the garden to the chamber where he had once resided. Although time had left its mark, the chamber remained spotless, evidently meticulously maintained over a long period of time. Stepping inside, the chamber was filled with exquisitely carved beams and painted buildings, and the murals, each depicting a scene of dragons and phoenixes, all served to highlight the noble status of its owner.
Passing through the front hall and drawing aside the pearl curtains, one enters the bedroom. The ornate bed and brocade quilt remain neatly arranged, as if awaiting its owner's return. A faint fragrance emanates from the incense burner, allowing one to sense the elegant and regal aura of the Phoenix Empress.
The sunlight from outside the window shines through the exquisite window lattices onto the ground, casting mottled light and shadow, adding a touch of mystery to the entire hall. Everything here tells of the glory of the past, which makes people think about it.
Feng Lingyan walked over to the dressing table beside the couch, gently lifting her bare hands and slowly picking up the delicate horn comb on the table. His eyes were empty and hazy, and he unconsciously ran the comb through his silky hair again and again. Feng Lingyan's thoughts gradually drifted away, and her mind uncontrollably recalled the scene of Nalan Yunzhi gently combing his hair and drawing his eyebrows at this dressing table.
Back then, they had been so loving and affectionate, as if time had stood still for them. Yet now, he was left alone, reminiscing about the past. Endless sadness and sorrow welled up in Feng Lingyan's heart, causing her to whisper, "The past is full of tenderness, but now I am filled with sorrow. Drawing a sword cannot cut the water, and the memories are etched in my mind."
Feng Lingyan muttered to himself as he reached out and gently touched every object in the hall, as if trying to reconnect with the warmth he and Nalan Yunzhi had once shared through these familiar touches. Silent tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto the ox-horn comb in his hands, creating tiny splashes. Everything before him blurred, but those beautiful memories emerged more and more clearly, following him like a shadow, lingering.
Feng Lingyan's thoughts drifted away, and memories of the wonderful times she had spent with Nalan Yunzhi kept resurfacing in her mind. Those warm moments came flooding back like a tide: the time they embraced under the moonlight, whispering their love to each other; Nalan Yunzhi's soft whispered sweet words, which seemed to still linger in her ears; and the ups and downs they had gone through together. Every memory was so precious...
But now, all of this had been shattered, leaving only endless bitterness and unspeakable sorrow. Especially in this palace, he had lost his beloved daughter, knowing full well that the child had been taken away, yet he was powerless to do anything about it. And the woman who had claimed to love him so deeply had ignored his desperate pleas, treating him like a lunatic in postpartum madness, abandoning him without hesitation to attend to so-called matters of state...
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