12dz Chapter 234 A happy event is approaching
Chapter 234 A happy event is approaching
The night was dark. Although it was a crescent moon, the moonlight still shone faintly. The yard was very quiet. The branches and leaves of the bushes swayed slightly in the night breeze, shedding a few water droplets that splashed on the small stone path, making the bluestone path immediately filled with a little moisture. The moisture was hazy and emitted a faint glow under the moonlight.
Murong Yanhui stood in front of the window, his eyes seemed to be fixed on the void. He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing for a long time at a wisp of ivy hanging from the courtyard wall outside the window. He watched its branches and leaves stretching out under the moonlight. Its soft and graceful posture, full of vitality, inexplicably reminded him of a figure. He thought of the day they first met, her face slightly raised in the sunlight, and her misty but still calm eyes.
At that time, he was leaning over, and when he looked down, her posture was as flexible and charming as that indomitable lychee.
He was vaguely thinking about all the good things that happened at that time and wanted to recall everything that had happened along the way. However, the troubled emotions were like a wild horse rushing around in his chest, making trouble and making it impossible for him to calm down.
The night wind was blowing coolly, brushing against Murong Yanhui's face. The originally cool wind seemed to bring a hint of restlessness as it passed by his face. Murong Yanhui felt inexplicably irritated. The poetic and picturesque scene in front of him still could not soothe the irritability in Murong Yanhui's heart, and heavy clouds of haze rose in his eyes.
Tomorrow is Yu Qingli's wedding day. When Murong Yanhui thought of Yu Qingli's attitude in recent days, his anger became more and more fierce.
Was he really that annoying? Why didn't Yu Qingli even give him a chance to talk face to face?
Is she really that anxious to become Murong Feng's wife? Or is she really that anxious to get rid of herself?
The more Murong Yanhui thought about it, the more confused he became. He suddenly stretched out his right hand and punched the window frame hard. The finely carved rosewood window frame shattered into pieces, and tiny fragments embedded themselves in the back of Murong Yanhui's hand, oozing out a little blood.
"Yu Qingli, I won't let you get married like this!" Murong Yanhui's eyes were burning, still staring at the beautifully blooming lychee on the courtyard wall, muttering to himself. However, before he finished speaking, his figure had already passed through the window like a wisp of green smoke, floated lightly onto the courtyard wall, and then disappeared into the night in a flash.
Now, everything should still be in time. Yu Qingli will be returning home soon. If you want to talk to her, now is the last chance.
The night wind blew in Murong Yanhui's face, blowing his robe. He ran very fast on the eaves, almost running madly to vent his anger, but it did not achieve the expected effect. Murong Yanhui only felt that his heart was like the blowing robe, filled with all kinds of emotions.
Sadness, pain, disappointment, and even the desolation of heartbreak, all the negative emotions seemed to have gathered together and wreaked havoc on his already broken heart, trying to tear him apart.
The pain was so deep that it penetrated into his bones. Murong Yanhui could only use mad running to relieve the pain in his heart.
Murong Yanhui ran to Yu Qingli's residence in one breath and stopped. He hid in the shadow of a big tree in the yard, looking down at everything in the yard.
The corridor winds around nine bends, and red lanterns sway in the night wind, reflecting the red-painted columns and the red cloth hanging on them. It is a blood-red color that can be seen straight into people's hearts.
Double happiness characters have been pasted on the lanterns, and cloth of the same color has been hung on the gilded pillars. The cloth is decorated with peanuts, longans, lotus seeds...all of which tell the world that the owner of the house is about to have a happy event.
Murong Yan looked back at the scene in front of him, his eyes suddenly darkened, and a self-deprecating arc appeared at the corner of his lips.
At this moment, the sound of rings and bells rang out, which was extremely clear in the night. Murong Yan looked back and saw two maids leading the way with lanterns, and behind them followed the person she had been thinking about - Yu Qingli.
Yu Qingli was still wearing her usual clothes, with a clear face and eyes as bright as water as she stared at the road ahead.
With just this one glance, Murong Yanhui's heart calmed down a lot. He moved carefully, hiding himself further in the darkness, but his burning eyes followed Yu Qingli's figure. He accompanied her through the corridor, across the lotus pond, and into the courtyard that belonged to her.
There were albizzia julibrissin in full bloom in the yard. What made Murong Yan happy was that there were no glaring red cloths and annoying double happiness red characters in the yard belonging to Yu Qingli.
Yu Qingli stood at the entrance of the courtyard, looked up at the sky, and ordered: "You all should leave and pack up your things. The carriage should be here soon. According to the rules, I should leave the mansion and get married tomorrow."
The two maids couldn't help but look at each other, and one of them looked very happy. "Don't worry, my lady, everything has been prepared. Now we are just waiting for the carriage to arrive. Then you can go back home. Tomorrow is finally your wedding day with the eldest prince. It makes me happy just thinking about it."
Yu Qingli responded calmly, "Really? If you're alright, you should go and get some rest. We still have a lot to do tomorrow morning."
"I am not tired. I will serve the young lady for a while longer."
"I said no, and that means no. Bring me a bowl of Tremella soup later, and you can have a good rest. I'm afraid we still have a lot of things to do tomorrow." Yu Qingli's voice was gentle, but with an unchangeable determination. Upon hearing this, the two maids had to bow and retreat.
As soon as the two maids left, the yard became unusually quiet. However, Yu Qingli did not rush into the house. Instead, she pulled the corner of her cloak and walked further into the yard.
Xiluo was still following behind her closely, with a look of regret on her face. It was such a waste for such a beautiful lady to marry Murong Feng. Obviously, only the prince was the most suitable one for the lady, so why was she so stubborn?
"Xiluo, you should go down too. Tomorrow is the main day."
Xiluo also wanted to say something, but in the end she just opened her mouth and didn't say a word. Compared with the excitement of the two maids, her worry was more obvious. After bowing respectfully, Xiluo turned around and left the yard. Judging from the direction she left, she was probably going to see if the carriage had arrived.
Yu Qingli looked up at the cold crescent moon, neither sad nor happy. Her eyes, which were always clear, were now a little hazy, and it was hard to tell whether it was the moonlight or the mist.
Murong Yanhui stared at Yu Qingli for a while, and unconsciously recalled that day in front of Jiying Palace. Her silver skirt brushed lightly across the moonlight on the ground. With a turn, her skirt spun out a graceful arc, like a brilliant pear blossom. She smiled faintly, holding the pillar in the shadows of flowers on the ground and looking back with a smile.
Why are you hesitating tonight?
Murong Yanhui was thinking, but his body flew down from the tree before his reasoning.
He landed lightly three steps away from Yu Qingli, like a light feather falling on the lake, without causing any ripples.
Yu Qingli saw the slender figure on the ground, but she didn't turn around. She just stared at the shadow and said, "You are here after all..."
As she spoke, Yu Qingli slowly turned her head, her eyes no longer hazy and calm as before, but bright as stars.
Murong Yanhui saw Yu Qingli suddenly looking at her with a fierce look, and she slightly opened her crimson lips and called out the four words that she had heard thousands of times.
"Mu, Rong, Yan, come back!"
In an instant, Murong Yanhui felt as if an invisible hand pushed him several miles away from Yu Qingli, and he could no longer get close to Yu Qingli. This feeling was very bad, and Murong Yanhui's face couldn't help but darken.
"What? The one who is going to get married tomorrow is here alone, looking at the moon in loneliness?" Murong Yan collected his thoughts, forcibly suppressed the urge to hug Yu Qingli in his arms, and sneered coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Yanhui felt a little regretful. His long eyelashes fluttered and his eyes swept across Yu Qingli's face vaguely, fearing that his words would make Yu Qingli unhappy.
Yu Qingli's face remained calm. She looked at Murong Yanhui, who was pretending to be indifferent, and smiled faintly, "Whether I am alone or lonely, it seems that I have nothing to do with His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan."
Murong Yanhui was immediately furious when he heard this. "Whether it matters or not, I know it by heart. I don't need you to remind me."
Yu Qingli's smile softened upon hearing this. "It's me who's meddling. In this case, Your Highness the Prince of Yan, please return."
After Yu Qingli finished speaking, she was about to turn around and go back to her room. Murong Yanhui became anxious and passed by Yu Qingli with a whoosh, standing in front of Yu Qingli.
"What? Are you feeling guilty? You want to leave before you've even finished talking?" Murong Yan replied with a mocking smile. "Based on your manners, I'm really worried about how you'll live after you get married."
Yu Qingli took a step back, creating some distance between herself and Murong Yanhui, before slowly saying, "Your Highness Prince Yan seems to be worrying too much."
"Really? How many women have sought my favor but could not get it. Lili, do you know how many women envy you?" Murong Yan asked back, his smile becoming more and more deliberately casual. However, sadness was surging in his deep eyes.
Yu Qingli was so polite, so polite that she felt distant, and he really didn't like it.
Your Highness, Your Highness, how could I ever treat her as the King of Yan? Why did she treat me so coldly and heartlessly? Could it be that in all these long days, she really had never had a single trace of affection for me?
At this moment, Murong Yanhui suddenly wanted to break up with Yu Qingli. He still hoped to see Yu Qingli who would glare at him. He hoped that she would roar and call "Murong Yanhui" instead of being respectful to him like now.
"Your Highness the Prince of Yan is well-known for his fame, and naturally thousands of women adore him. However, now in the eternal night, it is inappropriate for you and I to be alone. I hope Your Highness the Prince of Yan will consider this and go back."
"So what if we're alone? Scrupulous? These two words never appear in my dictionary." Murong Yanhui took a step towards Yu Qingli aggressively, and finally lowered his voice and asked, "Lili, are you really going to marry Murong Feng?"