Emperor of the Dynasty + Spoiler

Everything that happened later took only one month, from Murong Xun's critical illness to Murong Cong's succession, things developed as everyone expected, except for Yan Wuwei.

In the first month of the 11th year of King Qin's death, King Qin was critically ill. He posted a list of kings to seek medical treatment, and the prince supervised the country.

In February of the 11th year of King Qin, King Qin passed away due to illness. He was named King Chengwen of Qin, and Prince Mu Congling succeeded to the throne with the name of Pingchang.

Since then, the era of Mu Containers that has lasted for more than [-] years has begun.

And Yan Wuwei, who was far away in the sand dunes in Suiyuan, never knew about this.

As Murong Yan said, Yan Wuwei believed her words, and after reading the letter, Yan Wuwei really calmed down, as if regaining his energy, and stopped saying that he wanted to go back to the capital. Even later on the road, Tangtang was asked when they would arrive in Suiyuan, Jiangbei.

Tangtang choked up tears and said quickly, anyone could hear the sadness in her words, but Yan Wuwei, who was always careful, seemed to have never noticed her abnormality, and only wanted to go to Suiyuan as soon as possible, Wait there for Murong Xun to come back.

The letter said March at the earliest, midsummer at the latest, Yan Wuwei counted the time, fruit wine is suitable for Qianzhou's climate, and I don't know if Suiyuan can make it, and Zhenzisu, she can't make it Pastry, I don't know how long it takes to learn to make it.

...I hope that when Murong Xun comes back, she can prepare everything.

But she waited and waited in Suiyuan, Jiangbei, in the house that Murong Yan built for her. She waited until spring came, midsummer, autumn solstice, and midwinter. woman returns.

As for the fruit wine she wanted, because the weather in Suiyuan was hot, it was different from the weather in Qianzhou. She tried many ways to make the wine. As for the Zhenzisu, she specially found someone to go to Jiangnan to invite a master. I came to teach her how to make it, and it took me a long time to learn it, but when she let it go moldy, no one came to make it.

In the home behind the sand dunes in Suiyuan, Yan Wuwei guarded their home, waiting day after day, year after year, waiting for someone from afar to knock on the door and call her "" Sincerely."

She waited, waited, waited for a long time, waited through spring and autumn, waited through winter and summer, until one day, someone came and told her that her Xuanshi had passed away more than two years ago.

"Sir, you don't have to wait for Auntie anymore." Two years later, Mu Congcong has turned [-], and the appearance is the same as when they first returned to the capital many years ago. Her door appeared before her eyes.

And the first sentence she said to her was like this, Mu Cong thought that Yan Wuwei would cry, hurt, and lose his composure after hearing this, but unexpectedly the other party just smiled at her and said "Long time no see".

Yan Wuwei was obviously looking at her, but there was another figure in his eyes.

Kneeling with her under the tree in the courtyard, she handed the spring tea to her and said:

"You came back too late."

Mu Congcong was startled, looking at Yan Wuwei's expression in a trance, as if he had returned to the time when she was not a prince more than ten years ago, watching Yan Wuwei get along with her aunt.

She regarded her... as her aunt Murong Yan.

"If you don't come back again, I'll go out to find you." Yan Wuwei curled the corner of her mouth, obviously complaining, but her voice was so gentle, a tenderness that Mu Congcong had never had.

"I... am not an aunt." After a while, Mu Congcong said to Yan Wuwei in a hoarse voice.

But the woman sitting in front of her seemed not to hear, and asked her with a smile:

"Do you want to eat Zhenzisu? I have learned."

Mu Congcong's confidence along the way was completely defeated by her words, and her face turned pale, she didn't want to believe that after waiting for so many years, the end result was like this.

She repeated: "I'm not an aunt."

"Look at me carefully, I'm not Murong Yan." She eagerly stretched out her hand to grab the hand of the woman opposite her who was on the desk, leaned forward and said coldly:

"Yan Wuwei, look at me and see who I am?"

After listening to her words, the woman looked at her carefully, her eyes seemed to grow tentacles, gently soothing her already cold heart.

She said softly, "Why don't you call me 'Jin'er'?"

"Jin'er...?" It was the first time Mu Congrong knew Yan Wuwei's words in so many years.

Strict and inaction, careful words, rigorous.

What a nice name, but she knew her name under such circumstances.

How ironic.

...

"I'm here." Hearing her calling her, the woman replied with a smile, and asked again, "Do you eat Zhenzisu? I have learned it."

Mu Congkong opened her mouth, and after a while, she said:

"eat…"

So she saw that Yan Wuwei's lifeless face was revived, like a dead tree that has been dry for a long time, and she got what she wanted most.

She got up, lifted the hem of her skirt, and walked out.

"You wait here for me," she said to her.

Then she just sat there obediently and waited for her, not at all like the resolute King Qin who calmed down inside and outside after two years in power.

She waited for a long time, about an hour, and finally waited for Yan Wuwei to come back. Her hair was tied up and she was wearing a light-colored long skirt, unlike the calm and calm Xiangguo in her memory who was wearing an official uniform.She came in front of her, carrying a plate, and put it on her desk like a precious treasure, with a somewhat apprehensive expression: