Li Yi thought about it and decided to close the drawer.
If this was Zui Mo's, with their current relationship, he might really open it secretly to see if she had scolded him in the diary or if she had any little secrets. But Ruoqing was different. She was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to do anything sinful.
The moment he closed the drawer, his eyes inadvertently swept over the yellowed paper at the bottom, and his hands paused again.
The paper was a little old and wrinkled, and he could vaguely see some lines and handwriting on it. It was very familiar.
Li Yi hesitated for a moment, took out the thick book with a blank cover, put it on the table, and carefully took out the paper below.
The doubt on his face deepened, because the familiar feeling also deepened.
The paper was very old. He opened it carefully, and the lines and handwriting were clearer. The first thing he saw was a poem written on it.
To be exact, it was a word.
"Delicate clouds play tricks, flying stars spread hatred, the silver river crosses in the dark …"
It was "Immortal Magpie Bridge".
When he completely unfolded the paper, the lines gradually took shape.
It was a woman in a palace dress, with colorful ribbons flying behind her. Opposite the woman was a man in coarse clothes. In the middle was the Milky Way outlined by a few strokes, and under the feet of the two were countless birds drawn by two strokes …
It was a meeting on the Magpie Bridge drawn by simple strokes.
The words were very ugly, and the simple strokes seemed extremely childish to him now, but the words were written by him, and the painting was also drawn by him.
This was the sky lamp that he and his little maid had personally released on the Double Seventh Day of the first year of Jinghe.
Later, the sky lamp was picked up by Wan Ruoqing, and this "Immortal Magpie Bridge" also spread out. The interaction between him and Wan Ruoqing probably began from this sky lamp.
It was just that he didn't expect that this thing, which Li Yi himself had long forgotten, would be brought to the capital city by her and kept until now.
Li Yi stared at the lines on the paper in a daze for a long time before he folded it again and put it back in its original state.
He picked up the book again. When he was about to put it back, he opened it and took a look.
It was the first day of the seventh month in the first year of Jinghe.
After flipping another page, it was already the seventh of July, and then the thirteenth of July.
This was obviously a diary, and it was not the kind that was recorded every day. As for why it started in July, it might be because she had just finished her previous diary, or maybe she had just developed the habit of writing a diary at that time. This was not important. What was important was that this was her diary.
Li Yi only glanced at it and didn't look at it again. He closed it and carefully put it back.
If it was some other kind of book, it wouldn't be a big deal to look at it. However, it was somewhat immoral to read someone else's diary after knowing it was someone else's.
The few articles that she had accidentally glanced through were nothing more than things that happened in the brothel, or a talented man or woman who had written a good poem at a poetry meet, and she copied it down. There was also a prayer lantern that fell from the sky at a certain poetry meet, and it happened to land at her feet with a good poem written on it, and something like that …
The diary was a very private thing. If there was a woman's worries written in it, it would be inappropriate for him to peek at it again.
However, what worries could Ruoqing have? Just thinking about it made his heart itch …
Should I look at it again …
Just one look?
His hand pressed on the diary, and his heart was hesitant.
Just when Li Yi's mind was a little confused, there were footsteps coming from the door again.
Wan Ruoqing gently pushed the door open, and there was a trace of panic on her pretty face. When she saw Li Yi sitting in front of the table and writing something, she finally felt relieved.
Li Yi turned around and glanced at her. He pointed to a book on the table. "The page that you just read, I helped you fold it. Next time, just find the page with the corner."
Wan Ruoqing came over and nodded. "It is a script written by someone. Old Sun thought it was good, so he brought it to me yesterday for me to review."
Her eyes inadvertently glanced at the drawer next to the table, and then quickly moved away.
Li Yi pretended not to notice her gaze. He pointed to the bedside and gestured for her to sit down. Then he said, "How many states are there now that we haven't explored?"
"There are five." Wan Ruoqing did not think too much and gave the answer. "These five states are all barren lands. We have sent people there before, but in the end, they did not succeed …"
"It doesn't matter. In that case, we can just abandon these five places." Li Yi shook his head and said, "What do you think, if we go to the Qi Kingdom …"
Wan Ruoqing said in surprise, "You mean, bring our brothel to the Qi Kingdom?"
Li Yi nodded.
Wan Ruoqing frowned slightly. She thought for a moment and said, "The Qi Kingdom is different from the Jing Kingdom. If our people go there, they will definitely encounter unimaginable obstacles. It's fine if it's just for show, but if it's for gathering information …"
When it came to the brothel, she became serious. She seriously analyzed the pros and cons of developing the brothel in the Qi Kingdom, and how they should go about it if they really had the idea …
Li Yi listened to her while thinking about other things.
Since she entered the room, she had glanced at the table three times, intentionally or not. Each time, her eyes would sweep over the drawer, which meant that there was something important inside. It made her, who had always been steady, panic.
Li Yi looked at the blank diary on the bookshelf in his mind. After a long time, he let out a long sigh of relief. At the same time, his mind moved.
The book slowly turned to a page.
Two pages.
Countless pages.
The seventh day of the seventh month in the first year of Jing He.
"Poems can fall from the sky. I wonder who Li, the one who wrote 'If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night', is …"
The fifteenth day of the eighth month in the first year of Jing He.
"May we live together for a long time … So he is Li Yi. I should have thought of it. I should have thought of it …"
Jing He …
"He's actually our neighbor. But he's so talented. Why does he act like a businessman …"
"Oh no, he offended so many people tonight. Will it affect his career? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gone tonight …"
"He's injured. I don't know if it's serious or not …"
"Thanks to him today, Elder Sun and the others don't have to leave. The sisters also have food to eat. It seems that we owe him too much …"
"His wife is so beautiful. She's a good match for him … Is he going to the capital? When will he come back …"
…
"He's finally back. He wrote so many poems for Zui Mo. Even Zui Mo herself was shocked … Zui Mo, so Zui Mo is also …"
"The capital is really big. Can the brothel really open all over the capital and all over the Jing Kingdom in the future?"
"Zui Mo is also here. That's great. She should be very lonely in Qing 'an Prefecture. I wonder if he will come today. He should be very happy to see Zui Mo."
…
…
The expression on Li Yi's face changed. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes annoyed, and sometimes worried. The reason why he didn't like to put the handwritten books into his mind was that when he received the information, he could clearly feel the emotions of the writer at that time.
There was no real empathy in the world, but for Li Yi, there was.
Although he had never experienced anything like this before, the emotions that were revealed between the lines would be experienced by him in the process.
When reading engraved books, such a situation would not occur at all.
Therefore, he almost completely experienced the emotional journey of Wan Ruoqing in the past two years. Of course, he also experienced the emotions hidden between the lines.
"You … What's wrong with you?" Wan Ruoqing looked at him in a daze. Seeing the change of expression on his face, she asked nervously, "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, no." Li Yi closed his eyes. After opening them again, he shook his head and said, "I thought of something myself."
The feelings of a young girl were always poems, but the process of writing poems was very difficult to bear. The feeling of having two kinds of emotions mixed together was not a good feeling. If he were to read page by page and experience all these emotions again, it would be as if he had experienced a new life. He might even have a split personality.
With another thought, the book in his mind turned into spots of light and completely dissipated.
At the same time, countless pieces of information surged into his mind.
He looked at Wan Ruoqing. Just as he was about to speak, his body suddenly shook. His heart seemed to be clenched tightly with a fist and filled with some kind of emotion.
He clutched his chest and gasped for breath. His body trembled and tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably …
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