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Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th.

Goryeo has been the first foreign country for a long time. The cultures of the two countries blend together, and Goryeo naturally has a tradition of celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The day Qing Yuanjun arrived in Korea happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival in the Central Plains.

The palace had already made preparations for the banquet tonight, and with the arrival of Lord Qing Yuan, this banquet had an added meaning of cleaning up for him.

dorm.

The table is full of delicacies, the color and aroma are excellent, and the taste should be good, but it is a pity that no one cares about it.

Wang recently lost his appetite. Facing the table full of delicacies, he only took a few mouthfuls before stopping his chopsticks.

"Your Highness, eat as much as you want."

There will be a banquet in the evening, when there will be a lot of wine and wine, and there will be a lot of people's voices, the king must not be able to eat, and he eats so little lunch, his long-term illness may not be able to bear it.Hong Lin was worried and couldn't help persuading him.

"I don't have any appetite, so withdraw the food."

"Your Highness..."

Hong Lin wanted to persuade him again, but was interrupted by Wang.

Wang showed a helpless smile, "Gu really has no appetite, so don't force others to make things difficult for you. Come and tie your hair for Gu."

……

Sitting in front of the mirror stand, Wang looked at Hong Lin behind him reflected in the bronze mirror, his eyes were gentle and almost sad.

With his eyes lowered, Hong Lin held on to the hairbrush in his hand, gently brushing the long black satin-like hair for the king, and a pleasant and gentle smile was outlined on his thin lips.

The comb is made of high-quality white jade, which is pure white and moist without any impurities. When passing through the thick ink-dyed hair, the contrast between extremely black and extremely white gives people a very impactful aesthetic feeling.

At this moment, Hong Lin's heart was full of tenderness. They seemed to travel through time and returned to the sweet and warm days before.

It's a pity that someone has to come to break this rare warmth.

Suddenly, the eunuch's shrill voice came from outside the hall, "Your Highness, the female officer next to the nave just came to report that the empress of the nave is unwell and cannot attend tonight's banquet."

"Understood, let's go down."

Hearing the word "middle hall" again, Hong Lin's body stiffened for a moment, and then he returned to normal, but he was still noticed by Wang.

Wang smiled wryly in his heart, as expected, all the good things were just flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, which would shatter at the touch of a finger.

There was an oppressive silence in the room.

After a long while, Wang Shen said, "The middle hall is unwell, and I hope you can visit her. You don't need to be an attendant at today's dinner, and go to accompany her on behalf of Gu."

Hong Lin lowered his eyes and said nothing, tied the king's long hair with a purple gold crown, and then said: "Your Highness, please forgive me for being unable to obey. Hong Lin just wants to guard His Highness now."

Hong Lin felt so bitter in his heart that since he knew what he loved, he shouldn't get too entangled with others. Even if he felt ashamed of the queen, he couldn't make His Royal Highness sad anymore.He knew very well that the relationship between him and His Highness was no longer affected by the slightest blow, and it was hard for him to stay by His Highness's side, and he couldn't take the risk of losing him any longer.

My Highness, what should I do to make you trust me again.

The full moon is in the sky.

Fireworks of various colors bloomed in the night, and the colors were dazzling, making the night as bright as day.

The feast has begun.

Sitting on a high platform, Wang Duan was wearing a dark purple embroidered gold-pattern court dress, with a purple gold crown and hair tied up. He was handsome and elegant, and he had the grace of a superior person.

The ministers sat in order of official rank, and the one on the lower right of the king was the focus of the banquet—Jun Qingyuan.

People in the royal family have always had outstanding looks, and Lord Qing Yuan was no exception.With sculpted eyebrows and phoenix eyes, he has a strong figure and can be called handsome, but his eyes are too sharp, and there is a lingering sense of prey between his brows.

During the banquet, Lord Qingyuan toasted the king and said, "Thank you for hosting the banquet, Your Highness. It is a great honor for me."

Wang Hui smiled, "You have lived in Yuanting for a long time, and now you are back in Korea, can you get used to everything?"

"Everything is fine, thank you for your concern."

……

Hong Lin changed into his bodyguard uniform, and stood under the jade steps with the Jianlong guards. Away from a group of graceful dancers, he looked up at his highness.

When he saw Lord Qing Yuan toasting to the king, he frowned slightly, and was worried in his heart. His Highness was still ill, and it was really not suitable for drinking.

"Big brother."

Hearing a familiar voice, he turned his head and found that Han Bai was looking at him with a hesitant expression.

"what's up?"

"... Baode asked me to tell you that the empress is waiting for you in the Library Pavilion..."

Han Bai lowered his head, not daring to look into his eyes, his voice became smaller and smaller...

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Bai felt the aura around Hong Lin's body cool down instantly.

These days, Hong Lin has been deliberately avoiding the queen and the people around her, but she never thought that she would use Baode's relationship with Han Bai to force Han Bai to speak for her.

Hong Lin said in a deep voice, "If you still think of me as the eldest brother, then don't do this kind of thing again."

"yes, Sir."

Han Bai replied with an embarrassed expression.

After a while, Hong Lin saw His Highness sitting on the high platform, covering his lips with his sleeves, coughing softly uncontrollably, his face was pale, but was covered by the loud dance and music, and attracted the attention of the officials.

Hong Lin frowned, turned and left the crowd, but the direction he was going was not the library, but the dining room.

The night wind was cold, and Wang couldn't help but began to cough in a low voice.

Seeing his pale complexion, Lord Qing Yuan said, "It's cold in the autumn night, Your Highness should take care of your body, I send your Highness back to the bedroom to rest."

The look is sincere, not fake.

"Alright."

The eunuch Wang Zhaolai ordered a few words, then got up and left with Lord Qingyuan.

dorm.

It was cold outside at night, but inside the hall it was as warm as spring.

The red wax burning in the palace lantern flickered orange candlelight, and the king's face against the background was a little more bloody, not as pale as before.

Lord Qing Yuan was concerned: "Just now I saw that His Highness is coughing continuously, but he is not feeling well?"

"It's just an occasional cold, and the imperial medicine medicine has been swallowed warmly, so it hasn't recovered all the time, so it's not a problem."

"This time, when I return to the country, I will be accompanied by a doctor whom I met in the Central Plains. He has superb medical skills and will definitely be able to cure His Highness. If His Highness is willing, he can enter the palace to treat you."

Wang had already seen through life and death, but he couldn't refuse his kindness, so he said, "That's fine."

Afterwards, Wang handed a scroll to Lord Qing Yuan, and said with a smile, "This is a gift I prepared for you, to welcome you home... I wonder if you like it..."

Lord Qing Yuan took it with both hands, with a respectful expression, "Since it is a gift from His Highness, how can I not be pleased?"

"There are no outsiders here, you don't have to stick to etiquette, just call me uncle."

Lord Qingyuan raised his head in surprise, only to see Wang's warm eyes, shallow smile, and charming appearance.

"Open it and see."

Qing Yuanjun opened it as he said.

The picture scroll unfolded slowly, and what finally appeared in front of his eyes was a map of mountains, rivers and community.

The mountains and rivers are picturesque, dotted with pen and ink, and magnificent.

"Uncle, this..."

He looked down at the picture scroll, surprised in his heart, and didn't know how to organize the words for a moment.

The king gave him the map of the mountains and rivers and the country. Could it be that he wanted to entrust the country and the country? !

But he probably didn't want to pass it on to him...

"Ahem... this beautiful river and mountain of Goryeo will be entrusted to you from now on... I hope you can protect it..."

Don't be like me, indulging in personal affairs, almost misleading the country...

"My nephew doesn't understand, you should have a better choice."

"Now you are the best choice... I did worry that you were too close to Yuan Ting...but..."

Wang looked straight into his eyes and said, "I believe that you will not be willing to be just a puppet of Yuanting, so you will try your best to protect your country, right?"

A person with eyes full of ambition will never be willing to be someone else's marionette.

Lord Qing Yuan moistened his eyes, and said to Wang Zhengse: "Please rest assured, uncle, my nephew will definitely guard this great river and mountain!"

Having lived in a foreign country for many years, he has already tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships. He is afraid that everyone in the world will think that he is a lackey of Yuan court, but he never expects that there are people in this world who understand what he thinks and wishes in his heart.