Pihanjin

Later, even though it had been a long time, when Mu Fulan closed her eyes, such a scene would always appear in her mind:

The man seemed to be afraid that she would refuse, and before she could speak, he got off the carriage and turned around and left.

At that time, on the autumn night, the sky above Xiguan was like the water of Dongting where the lake was hanging upside down, high and deep. The Milky Way is glistening, the stars are sparse, and the moon is as white as frost. That back figure became smaller and smaller under the moonlight, until it turned into a black spot, completely merging into the depths of the blurred night.

He left Xiguan, and she returned to the palace.

As if nothing had happened, she assisted the prince in handling state affairs every day, deliberating and administering government affairs, perfectly fulfilling the responsibility of supervising the country. Just as the ministers were amazed at the swiftness and decisiveness of His Royal Highness, which did not match his age, the ministers also praised the Queen.

But no one knows that as the days go by, under her seemingly peaceful appearance, the lingering, dazed, and even panic in her heart is also increasing day by day, until this day, in the daytime, The court received another good news from Hexi: His Majesty the Emperor was on a personal expedition. Or soon, the northern border will be settled, and His Majesty the Emperor will return to the court.

On this day, half a year has passed since Mu Fulan and the man said goodbye to Xiguan, and the season has also entered the second year of Yuan'an.

Such a piece of good news has since sparked jubilation in the whole dynasty, and the whole world celebrates it together. But this night, Mu Fulan couldn't sleep again.

He is coming back.

However, she still didn't know how she should answer if he met again when he repeated the old words of that night in Xiguan.

She felt that she had figured it out very clearly, as early as that night, she had already figured it out.

She would tell him that she could let go of everything, including hatred, but she had no intention of reconnecting with him.

She was so sure about it. But as the days went on, when the news about his return became more and more frequent and clearer, for some reason, she seemed to be beginning to become confused and even uneasy.

And just today, this feeling of constantly tormenting her has reached its peak.

She screened off all the servants of the palace, did not light the lights, was alone, in the vast and deep bedroom of the Ziwei Palace, like a ghost, walking through and back incessantly.

When you are tired from walking, lie down and fall asleep naturally—this is a late-night habit that she has gradually developed in the past six months.

Even more so tonight. She wanted to go to bed earlier.

But unfortunately, this method suddenly failed.

She wandered for a long time in the dark night, still not the slightest sleepy. She was getting more and more restless. Finally, she stopped walking and sat down, sitting in the living room facing the south window, looking at the blurry shadow of the magnolia tree in the night outside the window, gradually becoming fascinated.

"Mother, what's wrong with you, but have something on your mind?"

At this moment, a soft voice of questioning came from behind her.

Mu Fulan turned her head and saw Xi'er holding a candle in her hand, walking slowly towards her.

Mu Fulan hurriedly got up and greeted him. He didn't answer him, but asked him, "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"

Xier stopped. "Mother, I look at you these days, as if you have something on your mind. I heard from the palace servants that you can't sleep well at night. What's wrong with you, mother?"

Mu Fulan looked at Xi'er in front of her.

His stature was rising rapidly, and his figure was contoured, with the characteristic thinness of a teenager.

Mu Fulan looked at him, and on his face, vaguely seemed to see the shadow of the young man in white who had held grudges for ten years and was full of anger, and finally drew his sword and killed himself.

Her heart was getting more and more chaotic.

She stood in front of the little boy, was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Xi'er, mother asked you something, okay?"

Xi'er nodded: "Mother, tell me."

"My mother will tell you a story first."

Mu Fulan took the boy's hand and sat down with him, mother and son side by side.

"A long time ago, there was a father who hurt his child. The child could not resolve his hatred for his father, and finally chose to kill himself in front of his father. Before he died, he swore to his father, Said that he hated him and would not want to be a father and son again in the next life."

Mu Fulan closed his eyes.

Xi'er listened quietly, without saying a word.

Mu Fulan reluctantly settled down and continued: "Later, this child was born again, but he has forgotten everything in the past. And his father, in this life, also loved this child very much, when he learned about the past After that, he was extremely regretful and tried his best to give the child everything he could, hoping to be forgiven."

"Xi'er, my mother asked you, if it were you, in such a situation, would you forgive this father?"

After she asked, her five fingers tightened slightly unconsciously, and she looked at the little boy who was sitting beside her.

Xi'er said: "Mother, if I were this child, it would be fine if I didn't know. If I knew about the past, I would not forgive him. The father who is a father will use his life to make up for it in this life. It can't offset his past mistakes. A mistake is a mistake, and he doesn't deserve to be forgiven."

His tone was firm.

Mu Fulan held his hand and slowly released his fingers.

"Xi'er, my mother asks you again, if this father is your royal father, wouldn't you forgive him?"

she asked in a low voice.

A gust of night wind suddenly poured in from the window and blew the wax torch out.

The hall fell into darkness again.

In the boundless darkness of the night, the little boy was silent, and finally, he slowly shook his head.

"Mother, even if this father is the father, I don't think I will forgive him."

Mu Fulan sat quietly in the dark for a long time, slowly, and clenched the hand of the young man beside him again.

"Mother got it. Let's go, Mother sent you to sleep."

she said. The voice is soft and calm.

"Mother, I will go back to sleep myself. Mother, you have worked hard, and my son will send you to rest."

He stood up, walked to the extinguished wax torch, lit the light again, held it, walked back, stretched out his other hand like an adult, held Mu Fulan's hand, She went inside.

Mu Fulan was sent back to the bedroom by the young boy.

"Mother, don't think about it, you sleep well."

The young boy's voice was extremely gentle, coaxing Mu Fulan.

Mu Fulan nodded with a smile, watching him turn and leave.

He walked a few steps, suddenly seemed to remember something, stopped, and turned around.

"Mother, my son wants to ask you one more thing, I hope my mother can agree."

"you say."

"Didn't you receive good news from Hexi during the day?" he said, his eyes flashing with joy.

"The father is the world's plan, and he has worked hard and made great achievements. When he returns to the court, the son wants to go out to the capital to meet him in person. I ask my mother for a promise."

Mu Fulan hesitated.

The little boy knelt down.

"The son really wants to personally welcome the return of the father. Please promise your mother!"

Mu Fulan looked at the expectant young man's face in front of her, pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "Alright, then, it will depend on the situation."

With a happy expression on his face, the little boy bowed his head to thank her, and then retreated.

He left the main hall of Ziwei Palace, but did not immediately return to the side hall where he lived. He stood on the palace steps outside the palace, and after a moment of ecstasy, he came to the palace gate, and the palace servant who was on duty at night opened the door.

He went out, wandering alone in the palace late at night. Behind him, several palace servants followed him, daring not to get too close, nor to stay away. They followed the prince, and finally came to the Royal Horse Supervisor, and saw him parked in front of a stable door.

In this stable, the prince's mount, the little dragon horse, is tied.

Xiaolongma is a Hexi horse, not a BMW with precious bloodlines and rare in the world. In the prince's stables, there are several other BMWs that are tribute from foreign countries, or travel thousands of miles a day, or run like a gallop. But the prince's favorite is still this Hexi horse. He often feeds it and washes its body with his own hands. Everyone in the palace knows it.

Seeing him staying up late at night, the palace servants came here, puzzled, but could only wait from a distance.

The little boy opened the door of the stable, walked in, took a handful of wheat in both hands, and brought it to Xiao Longma's mouth.

After feeding the horse, he took the brush again and carefully combed its mane.

Xiao Longma turned his head affectionately, stuck out his tongue, and licked his hand.

The little boy let out a low laugh.

He touched the little dragon's head affectionately, put it close to its ear, and said softly, "I tell you, my mother promised me. After a while, you will accompany me, and we will do things together. "

After he finished speaking, he straightened up slowly, turned his head, and looked at the night sky northwest of Shangjing.

His eyes seemed to pass through the boundless night, looking at thousands of miles away.

Thousands of miles away, Emperor Xie Changgeng of Dacheng was on a personal expedition. Half a year later, in the second year of Yuan'an, the northern border was pacified and the Hexi stabilized.

Conventionally, part of the army is still stationed here, and the rest will follow him back to the DPRK.

On the eve of his departure, the old leader of the natives held a banquet to see him off, and the emperor and the people had fun together.

Everything here is still the same as it used to be.

He stepped into the gate of the mansion that he was very familiar with, bypassed the screen wall, passed through the courtyard paved with blue stripes, and slept in the bedroom of the year.

That night, he clearly didn't drink a drop of alcohol, but he seemed to be drunk, and the time was reversed. He returned to the scene where she was still here many years ago, living in the same room with him.

It has been so many years, and this room seems to still have a fragrant scent left by her in the past.

He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. In a trance, I suddenly felt that I was in the mountains, the birds were singing, the waves were shining, the water was all around, and the island was like a leaf. Fang had an epiphany.

"Hey! You stop!"

He heard a delicate girl's voice behind him.

He turned his head and saw a cliff, an old cypress, a little girl, with a beautiful look on her temples, raised her skirt, and was running towards him.

He was stunned, his heart was beating wildly, he reacted, and immediately turned to meet her.

At this moment, there was a sudden fog in front of her. She was there, and he was here. No matter how much he chased, he couldn't find the way to her. Just as he looked around at a loss and was extremely anxious, the fog in front of him gradually dissipated.

He finally saw it clearly. It turned out that she was in the middle of the lake, like a fairy under the moon, and she was heading towards him, rowing a boat.

Desperate for everything, he waved his arms vigorously and swam towards her. She sat on the bow and smiled, as if she was laughing at his stupidity. He swam to her side, climbed the boat, and finally, lay beside her skirt.

The night wind in the heart of the lake was rippling, and the boat was gently ups and downs. She sat quietly beside him, her face was like a blush and her clothes were like clouds.

The moonlight is like running water, even the dream has been washed once, it is wet, but it is very clear.

Xie Changgeng knew what the man in the dream was thinking at this moment.

He was thinking, if he could be like this for the rest of his life, what more could he ask for when she was dumbfounded by her laughter?

His eyelashes moved slightly. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, turned his face, and looked at the figure standing in the room.

"Xi'er, are you here to pick up the royal father?" he asked.

"I'm here to tell you that the government has stabilized, I've been able to pro-govern, and you don't have to go back."

The little boy answered him. His tone was calm, as if he was saying something unusual.