Sleeve the world, mourning melody

Yi Mo hastily defended: "How can it be, it is not an exaggeration to overwhelm the country and the city."

"It's said that everyone has a love for beauty. If I'm really as good as you said, why didn't I see you?" Shen Nian lowered his head, and the teasing words later were hard to say.

Yi Mo also blushed, and murmured: "There are beauties here, I will never forget them when I see them."

The beauty chuckled lightly, attracting the stupid man to turn his head to look.

"People in the world say that if you read too much, you become an idiot, but you, could it be that you have practiced too much martial arts?" Ms. Shen blamed, raised Yi Mo's slender wrist and turned it over, neatly writing the word "red bean" in her warm palm.

Red bean lovesickness, idiots will never know it, right?

Yi Mo didn't take back that hand. After observing the words and expressions, he carefully turned his hand back and shook hands with a pair of plain hands.

·

In the next six months, the years were stable, and the throbbing joy of a pair of young girls was carried silently.

However, the few rare opportunities to get along, the two who are not good at talking, cherish it very much.

But that lonely time, never willing to be stable and consistent, insisted on setting off làngcháo twists and turns to play willfully, and didn't care at all, those many people who were submerged in the lonely corner of the long river of time and were unwilling to be abandoned by others. In life' precious.

At the beginning of spring another year, the imperial court issued a conscription order.

Yue Lan, who slipped into the street, turned around in a hurry, and hurried back to the mansion to inform her young lady.

Shen Nian's heart sank, and after begging his mother, he went out and went straight to the back mountain.

The begonias that were in full bloom in the past are blooming again today, but the person who is reliable in memory is not there.

Then rushed to the door of Yi's house, and heard from the porter that the two 'young masters' had gone out and not returned.

Shen Nian sat in the carriage that had stayed in front of the Yifu gate for a long time, lifted a corner of the curtain, looked back and forth shyly and eagerly.

Until dusk, the sky is full of red clouds, and pedestrians return home.

Just when Shen Nian was disheartened, she heard Yue Lan shout, "Miss, you're back!"

Without thinking too much, he immediately got out of the car happily, and when he cast his aimless gaze across the street, he looked into a pair of affectionate eyes.

Each moved forward, looking at each other without words, full of nostalgia.

Taking advantage of no one coming and going, Yi Mo stuffed something into Shen Nian's hand, looked at her fixedly, and whispered softly: "This thing is the most lovesick."

Shen Nian smiled sweetly, gripped tightly with both hands and objects, and said firmly: "I hate my lover, the sound of rank and virtue."

This is clearly a verse in the "Book of Songs" describing how a wife misses her husband who went to war... Yimo stood on the spot blankly, before she could ask her a question, she heard her sweetheart dictate the next word with great reverence.

"The concubine will wait for your return." After Shen Nian finished speaking, she turned her head cruelly, with tears in her eyes, and ran towards the carriage.

Yi Mo stared at the place where Qianying passed by, right now, the place was empty, not even half a rut was left, but his scorching eyes and warm palms were still attached to his body.

The spring breeze is tender, and the chuī never disperses and directly expresses the nostalgia and obsession in the heart.

Yi Mo clenched his fist, tried his best to retain the warmth of his palm, stood outside the door, looked sideways, cast his eyes full of attachment to the empty long street, and engraved it on the heart of an exquisite daughter who was attracted by it.

The future is unknown, who would have expected that six years of spring and autumn will pass by in a hurry, and then looking back, the lover's heart will be chilled, and the old appearance will be changed.

·

I still remember that short period of staying together, the years were stable, and the time was quiet.

In the long winter, the two once snuggled up under the tree to listen to the wind and enjoy the snow.

"Nian'er, why do you only like Haitang?" Yi Mo suddenly turned his head and asked her.

Shen Nian closed her eyes and smiled, "Because of it——a smile like a bamboo fence, peaches and plums are always vulgar."

Yi Mo nodded kindly, "Then after we settle down, we will find a wild mountain, build a wooden house in the begonia forest, dance swords and paint under flowers... If we can't find begonias, we will plant them with our own hands, what do you think? "

*

The woman was deeply in a dream, staring blankly at that warm smiling face, tears fading away...

The word Qianqian falls gently in the silent night:

"it is good."

The author has something to say: Talking about Marriage in Mo Nian Small Theater:

Yi Mo gritted her teeth: "I can't marry Miss, please forgive me!"

Shen Nian dejectedly: "Why can't you marry me? You have a sweetheart?"

Immo shook his head.

Shen Nian was sad again: "Then, it's because I can't get into the eyes of the young master...?"

Emeritus shook his head.

Shen Nian's eyes dimmed: "Then why?"

Yi Mo said helplessly, "I am a woman."

The room is silent...

After half an hour,

Shen Nianyou said leisurely: "Then, since Miss Yi has never been married, and you and I are in love, let's be together! As for who will marry whom... It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

Yi Mo: "...!" The style of painting changes too fast, and I can't adapt to it.

☆, planning

On the second day just after Yinshi, the young monarch woke up as usual, changed his clothes and washed himself, and was more energetic than usual.Thinking about it, the fatigue from a sleepless night was not worth the joy of embracing a beautiful woman.

Hearing the movement, the woman lying on the couch narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, sat up lazily, and leaned against the head of the bed with the finely carved peony picture.

When the king was arranging his appearance in front of the mirror, he habitually glanced at it, smiled gently, and said softly: "It's still early, sleep later."

"Then the concubine will not be sent to His Majesty." The woman was not polite, she smiled lazily, and lay down on her side.

He was speechless, stared at parting, and stepped out of the palace door softly.

On the way to the Xuanzheng Palace, stepping on the cold jade slab, the young emperor felt a sense of loss: the vast palace, with many palaces, as the Ninth Five-Year King, standing above ten thousand people, there are many people who are courteous and courteous, but How many are sincerely waiting?He doesn't expect anything from other people, but he still can't get the heart of his beloved woman... Not only that, since she ascended the throne, she has become more and more estranged from him, and every time she gets along, she is not as comfortable and happy as she was when she was a child.

As a king, the power is concentrated, and the troubles are constantly cut one after another.

In the court hall, the Minister of the Ministry of War brought up the topic of military supplies, and since then the topic has spread even more uncontrollably, from Mobei Garrison to Yi Mo, the handsome general who had previously achieved the great victory at Yanmen Pass, and finally abducted him silently to a few days ago The news about the smashing of Chunyi Restaurant, which is known as the No. [-] restaurant in Beijing...

The name of Yimo echoed in the ears of the young emperor for a long time.

The emperor said quietly, "Ordinary street affairs are handled by Jing Zhaoyin, and the ministers are too worried."

The lower courtiers bowed down respectfully, no one dared to take a peek at the face of the sky, let alone explore the expression of the young king, but the courtiers who understood the king's heart had already figured out the holy will and started to lead the wind.

Marquis Cheng'an and General Yipin, the hereditary ancestral lord of meritorious service, took the lead, expressing hints and singing praises to the king.Afterwards, the eldest son of the chief minister of the cabinet, Shi Quan, and the only official son-in-law of the dynasty also came out to support him, saying that in recent years, the country has been prosperous and the people are safe, and that His Majesty will be blessed...Jing Zhaoyin followed closely and talked a lot of rhetoric Afterwards, the court issued a military order, vowing to clean up the law and order in the capital and severely punish the criminals... All of a sudden, the courtiers of the same faction agreed...

The emperor sat on the dragon chair, looked around, and knew the court situation clearly.

The old prime minister who ranked first in the hundred officials, closed his eyes and meditated like an old god.The loyal and good courtiers showed somewhat worried and helpless expressions, and even a few people from Yushitai retorted on the spot with a few words from the "talking school".

The king's face is calm, but his heart is sad - this is the world, even a noble emperor who is worshiped by thousands of people can't expect all the people to return to his heart, and even the monarch and his ministers are extremely rare.

Fortunately, Ming Jun never cared about the flattery of his subjects.The kings, who were not moved by those 'sincere' words, hurried back after the court, but were completely chilled by the empty bedroom.

The warmth last night has not dissipated, and she is no longer there.

·

The head of the General's Mansion, who was much discussed in the court, was still in a nightmare.

Yi Mo had constant nightmares and restless sleep. Since she fell asleep last night, she tossed and turned and woke up several times.

After several times of tossing, I was exhausted.Yimo simply sat up and chatted with Yuelan for a while. He just heard that she was ordered to take care of him. Before he could ask about the situation of the scholar's residence, he heard that the servant came to report that it was Mr. Shilang who came to visit.

Yimo is a warrior, he is not good at socializing in official career, besides, he has been stationed in the military camp all year round, and has little contact with the officials in the court.Since she returned to Beijing, very few people have visited the mansion.Among the people who have frequent contacts with her, the closest one is naturally her younger brother, Yi Yan, the official servant of the Ministry of Rites.

After confronting Yue Lan's eyes, Yi Mo gave up his plan to go out, "Tell him to come in."

Even if they are brothers and sisters, it is not polite to meet each other with such a disheveled appearance.Screening away the rest of the outsiders except someone who came uninvited, the siblings talked through the screen.

Yi Yan bowed respectfully at the other end, "Is the elder sister's injury better?"

Yi Mo ignored Yue Lan's pouted expression, and responded softly.

Yi Yan asked anxiously over there: "It sounds like Eldest Sister is not in good spirits, but the injury is not well? Can the doctor take a closer look?"