Emperor of the Dynasty + Spoiler

Before entering the palace, she stood calmly and calmly in front of the mirror for more than half an hour. She tried her best not to show any worry on her face. As usual, she just went into the palace to have a look at Murong Yan. .But no matter how much she pretended, her eyes were still red the moment she saw Murong Xun.

Her Xuanshi has lost a lot of weight, but she still has a smile on her face.

She understood that Murong Xun didn't want to worry herself.

...

Seeing her coming, Murong Xun was really happy.This was the first time she had seen her look so good in the past six months.

"I knew you would come." In the backyard of Qingquan Hall, Murong Xun retreated from the palace attendants. He was wearing a black fleece coat with blue hair scattered all over his shoulders, and he sat on a stone bench and smiled softly at her.

Yan Wuwei walked towards her step by step, trying hard to put a smile on her face, but seeing her wife so thin and weak, she couldn't laugh at all.

She already knew that Murong Yan was lying to her, but she never thought that this would be the last time the two of them would see each other.

For this meeting, Murong Xun tried his best to show his best state, and stopped talking about state affairs with her, only talking about the past or not.

"I dreamed of you after returning from the ancestor worship yesterday."

Yan Wuwei stood in front of her, slowly squatted down, his eyes were at the same level as hers, he stretched out his hand to hold her cold hands, and said softly:

"What did you dream about me?"

"I dreamed that I took you to the seaside, where there were many flowers and white clouds. You said you would sing me a song to make me happy."

"and then?"

Murong Xun looked at her red eyes and haggard face, paused for a moment, and said:

"Then I said I was going on a long trip and asked you to sing to me when I came back."

Hearing this, the half-kneeling body of the woman trembled violently, she understood the meaning of her words, but she still insisted:

"It's okay, I will wait for you to come back, I will wait for you..."

Murong Yan's smile was shallow, and after hearing Yan Wuwei's words, he just sighed softly: "You..."

Her Jin'er is always so stubborn in her own affairs.

As if he was afraid that she would say something to make him sad, Yan Wuwei quickly took out a jadeite hairpin that was not very good-looking from his arms.

She put the hairpin in her palm, and said in a tight voice: "The gift you want, take a look, do you like it?"

But Murong Xun only took one look and laughed out loud:

"You did it yourself?"

The woman nods.

"It's so beautiful." She gave the hairpin to Yan Wuwei, and said coquettishly to him, "Help me put it on."

The woman put it on lightly for her as she said, let's look at each other.

Accompanying each other for many years without changing their hearts, it is a time that many people can't envy.

"is it beautiful?"

The woman looked at her with a smile, her eyes were like torches, full of deep affection hidden for twenty years:

"pretty."

Murong Xun couldn't help laughing and rolled her eyes when she heard this, she held the woman's hand, leaned forward, leaned on the other's shoulder, and said in a low voice:

"Before I go far away, how about...you can sing it to me right now?"

"...Okay." She raised her hand to sway her face, and asked softly, "What do you want to hear?"

After a while, Murong Yan closed his eyes and murmured:

"Tang Feng·Ge Sheng, let's listen to Yingjing."

It is said that the woman almost shed a tear, is that the case after all...

"Okay... I'll sing it to you."

The woman's voice is like mountains and waters, like jade and rings, fluttering and miaomiao, lingling pearls and jade.

She sang a mourning poem for her, and after today, they will meet again on the bridge of Naihe after many years.

At that time, do you remember me?

"The corner pillow is bright, and the brocade quilt is rotten.

Yumei dies here, who will be with her?Dudan!

Summer day, winter night.

After a hundred years, return to its home...

Winter night, summer day.

After a hundred years, return to his room..."

——Remember, no matter how many years, I will remember you.

...

That year's New Year's Eve dinner, Murong Xun did not attend, the reason was that he occasionally felt cold, and the dinner was hosted by the prince.

Yan Wuwei, who was sitting among the officials, was not surprised when he heard the message from the palace man.

Occasionally feeling the wind and cold... She half-cast her eyes and laughed mockingly.

Murong Xun, Murong Xun, is this the only reason for you?

She raised her eyes and saw that the ministers at the dinner party were pushing glasses and changing glasses, smiling happily, celebrating the power and status she had gained in the past year.

So many people were laughing, only she sat quietly in the crowd with lowered eyebrows, thinking about something.

In the past, as the prime minister of a country, she always sat at the head of the courtiers, and the courtiers all looked up to her, but since she was demoted to Daliang, Murong Yan no longer treated her in the court. When people love her like they used to, avoiding her is like avoiding disasters... It is no longer like before, always surrounded by people, like stars holding the moon.

If it was someone else, there would definitely be a gap in her heart, but Yan Wuwei didn't feel uncomfortable at all, on the contrary, she still enjoyed this state very much.

But even though her power is no longer what it used to be, she is still the most dazzling person among the crowd. If anyone accidentally takes a look at her, they will never be able to look away.

The world is like this, and so is Mu Container.

As the prince, Mu Congcong can now stand alone in the court situation. If so, those fools would like to come to her side, Mu Congcong doesn't like it.Because of Ah Xian's young age, Jian did not participate in this year's banquet in the future, and it was just like this, so when her eyes fell on Yan Wuwei who was in the crowd, she became more eager.