Biganchun

After the rain, the wind is light, and when the sky is late, the smoke between the streets and alleys gradually dissipates, and the voices of people gradually die down.

In the kitchen of Zhuque Lane House, the stove is hot and smoking, and the dishes are intertwined.Aman wore an apron and was busy, raising his hand from time to time to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Zhang Long arrived in the afternoon and told Aman that the Kaifeng Seven Sons Club would meet at Zhuque Lane for a small banquet in the evening.Aman was quite caught off guard, and was busy buying poultry and vegetables, buying brewed tea and drinks, and after two hours, he didn't rest for a while.Seeing that it was the eve of the night, but the people from the Kaifeng mansion hadn't arrived yet, although she was a little impatient, she was glad that she could spend more time preparing food.

A clay stove was set up in the open space of the courtyard, and a soup pot was stewing on it, and the water was about to boil like beads.Two figures stood side by side in court, standing before the fireside case.

Qingcheng raised his hand to take a piece of glutinous rice dough from the table, scooped some lotus paste on it, then closed the dough, formed a ball the size of a longan, and gently placed it on the table.

The glutinous rice balls are translucent and as clean as snow. Although they have not been cooked in the pot, they have already revealed a faint sweet fragrance.

Ding Yuehua raised his hands and sprinkled the glutinous flour evenly between the glutinous rice balls on the table: "Princess, you go out in the afternoon and return at night. You should go to rest for a while. I will take care of these homemade snacks."

Qingcheng lowered her eyebrows and smiled quietly: "Efforts with little effort, for me, it is considered a rest... But if it is said that this is not the season for eating gnocchi, how did Miss San think of making these gnocchi tonight?"

While busy, Ding Yuehua replied: "The princess doesn't know something. Although everyone in the mansion doesn't say anything, everyone from Mr. Bao actually likes these soft and glutinous sweets. Back then, I went to Beijing with my two elder brothers and stayed here. When we were together, I also prepared a banquet for everyone, and I knew about it at that time. You see, these different tastes are for the purpose of classifying them and harmonizing everyone..."

Looking at the small dishes on the table, there are indeed various kinds of fillings. Looking closely, there are as many as seven or eight kinds.

She raised her head and smiled at Qingcheng: "The princess may wish to guess, which flavor is the third brother's favorite?"

Qingcheng shook her head and smiled wryly: "I have known him for several years, but it seems that I have never seen him eat sweets. Your question really stumps me."

Ding Yuehua smiled faintly, and picked up the glutinous rice dumpling that Qingcheng had just wrapped: "The one that the princess just wrapped is the third brother's favorite."

Qingcheng was stunned, and murmured: "Fine powdered lotus seed paste... I never thought of it..."

Ding Yuehua smiled softly: "Forgive me, princess, I was just joking just now... The third brother is originally from Changzhou Prefecture. He has tasted sesame seeds and ginkgo fruits since he was a child."

Qingcheng shook his head and sighed: "It's ashamed to say that I returned home with him by boat. Every meal was just cooking some porridge and small dishes, and then three taels of fish and shrimp to fill up the meal. During the several months along the journey, there was never a meal. I thought about asking him what he wanted to eat. Now that I think about it, although he never complained to his face, he must be secretly slandering..."

Ding Yuehua smiled and said: "Princess, why are you doing this? In fact, as long as you do it for the third brother, whether it is tonight's dumpling or that day's porridge, he will be happy...Looking at each other affectionately, eating together, even It is simple tea and light food, and it is better than delicious delicacies."

Qingcheng started slowly, and after a moment of silence, said slowly: "In this way, the person who should have dinner with him should not be me."

Ding Yuehua raised his head and frowned slightly: "Why did the princess say that?"

Qingcheng took a deep breath, raised her eyes and looked at Jasmine in front of her: "In terms of the depth of affection, the third lady is really better... The cold ice sowing the seeds, and the late night bathing of the seedlings, untold hardships, never a little Hesitating...every year there is a flower event, and every year I come back, but I don't see the flower planter sending words and expressing his heart..."

She turned around and looked into Ding Yuehua's eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Every inch of blue hair is full of worries. The same is deeply affectionate, why is lovesickness silent?"

Ding Yuehua's eyes trembled, he bowed his head and remained silent for a while, and suddenly saw that the water in the pot was boiling, so he turned around and gently put all the dumplings on the table into the pot.

As the gnocchi slowly sank and the boiling water gradually calmed down, she slowly stirred the wooden spoon and said quietly: "I am an ordinary woman, all I want is to spend the fleeting years quietly in Mohua Village and keep my obsession. The third brother treats me with kindness and righteousness like a brother. I didn't dare to go to Beijing to see him before, because I was afraid that he would tell me in person that he wanted me to show affection to others. I have no hesitation in everything he wants me to do, but this is the only thing I can do. But you won't listen to what he says."

Qingcheng sighed softly: "But you have been holding back all this time, how did he know this profound meaning?"

Ding Yuehua smiled faintly: "Third brother is an extremely astute person. I'm afraid he would have noticed what I was thinking in the morning. These years, he has never caused me to think about it, nor has he told me the truth. Presumably he is afraid that my face will be damaged. , also want to make me retreat...Although I am an ordinary person, I also know that in life, one should have an unyielding ambition and an unshakable heart. I have all the silver that the third brother entrusted to me on weekdays. Accept it to make him feel at ease, but I haven't moved a penny, and I just wait for one day to return it to him. I can look at him from a distance, each in a safe place, and my wish is enough. What's more, now he is looking for it. , I finally got the one I love so much, I can finally let go of all my concerns about him before..."

She paused for a moment and looked at Qingcheng: "This time, the princess invited me to get together in Bianjing, and Yuehua has fulfilled her wish in this life. Thousands of words, I can't do what I want, I only hope that Jasmine in this courtyard can represent me." Xin, I will always be with you and third brother in the future."

Qingcheng shook her head slowly, and said in a low voice: "Miss San, I really don't know how to bear your kindness..."

Ding Yuehua smiled and said: "Why should the princess be so worried? You and the third brother are destined to meet and stay together. It is also the luck of the third brother to meet the princess in this life."

Qingcheng raised her head and said with a wry smile: "Lucky or unfortunate, I'm afraid it's too early to say...Third Miss, my fate is over now, and the name of princess has no meaning to me. You and I knew each other at first sight, You are older than me, from now on, please use the word Suguang to address you."

Ding Yuehua nodded slowly: "Okay, if that's the case, Yuehua would rather be respectful than obedient..." She suddenly smiled faintly: "Actually, the names of you and me, after thinking about it carefully, seem to have a predestined relationship..."

Qingcheng smiled, and said slowly: "Suguang...Yuehua...It sounds like they have the same origin, but it's just a coincidence...Miss San doesn't know, Suguang is originally an ancient Wusun language, and it was translated into Chinese, so it was called Suguang Er Character."

There was a faint flash in Ding Yuehua's eyes: "Yuehua would like to hear the details."

Qingcheng sighed softly, and said slowly: "During the Western Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty married Princess Jieyou to Wusun Wang Xumi, and gave birth to three sons and two daughters. He and Wusun Ruohu Xihou were his wives. Suguang and Ruohu Xihou were in harmony with each other, and the husband and wife were deeply affectionate. Who knew that it happened to coincide with Wusun’s civil strife, and Ruohu Xihou died before the battle. Suguang was pregnant at that time , she retreated forbearance, gave birth to Ruohu Xihou's posthumous son, and worked with her old department for ten years, and finally helped King Wusun lead the army to defeat the rebels and restore the country. On the day of success, she entrusted her youngest son to a loyal minister under the tent, He committed suicide by falling from the top of a building in Chigu City, the capital of Sun State, and followed his late husband Ruohu..."

Ding Yuehua's eyes trembled, and he murmured: "So it's like this... I never thought that the word "Suguang" would imply such a strong character and unrequited infatuation."

Qingcheng's eyes were quiet, and he said slowly: "I was born in the flames of war, and grew up in a dangerous city. My parents named Suguang as me, and hoped that I could be like Suguang back then, no matter what the situation around me was. Life and death can all be controlled by one’s own heart.”

Ding Yuehua's mood was ups and downs, she meditated for a while, nodded and said: "So it's like this...Advance and retreat, life and death are all determined by the heart, if you can have this state, it's worth being a human being...It seems that what I originally thought was unavoidable."

Qingcheng sighed softly, then turned her head suddenly, and looked into Ding Yuehua's eyes: "Rolling Hongchen, all the way to this point, the original source has already been completely changed. What the third lady just said may be just right for you and me at this time..."

The tandoor makes a slight sound, and the water boils and the soup thickens.The glutinous balls are turned and floated in the boiling soup, and the jade is moist and pearly.

Qingcheng raised her head slightly to look at the night sky, the invisible radiance fell on her face.

"Everything in the world is impermanent, and it has its own ideas... The blue sky is far away, and the shadow is like frost... The plain light is the moonlight... The moonlight is also the plain light."

Banquet among the flowers, let's break up happily.

All the people in Kaifeng Mansion have left, and Zhan Zhao also went with them.After returning home after a long time, the old man reunites. It is hard to say goodbye to each other for a while, so we have to have a long talk by candlelight.

The first courtyard is light and quiet, returning to tranquility.Aman and Ding Yuehua took a rest in the warm pavilions on the left and right of the main room.

Outside the curtain of the west chamber, the wind blows the moon, and the clouds are filled with silver.A candle in the room is faint, sending streamer light in the dark.

Qingcheng sat quietly at the table, looking at the shadow in the mirror.

The moon between the curtains and the flowers in the mirror are silent.

After the dinner, Ah Man helped her to take a bath and change clothes, originally to relieve her from fatigue, but when she got out of the bath, she felt sore and weak.Aman left a small candle, urging her to go to bed as soon as possible.After Aman left, she lay down quietly for a while, she was obviously extremely tired, but she didn't feel sleepy at all, her thoughts and thoughts were like clouds in the sky, she couldn't let go, she simply pushed the pillow up and sat under the window.

A head of black hair hung down from her shoulders, covering the ivory light shirt, slightly moistening the thin strands, and sticking to her skin, the coldness pierced her bones, making her shiver faintly.

Several years in the northwest, on the way home, I can't remember how long I haven't looked at myself in the mirror.Looking at it at this moment, it seems a little strange.She sat silently and alone, for some reason, suddenly remembered Bai Yutang's joking words in her heart.

... Calculated with your fingers, you are already 24 to [-] years old. Apart from that cat, who else in the world is willing to marry you? ...

There was a slight smile on his lips, but his eyes were slightly moist.She quietly stood up and looked at the neatly stacked wedding dress in front of the bed.

Thousands of strands of red thread, white head and one heart, isn't this what women in the world want in their hearts?

Qingcheng walked forward silently, leaned over and picked up the wedding dress in her hand, hesitated for a while, and finally unfolded it.

Red clouds are hanging down on the ground, and the bright colors are shining in the windows.

The sleeves are spread out to even the shoulders, and the long placket brushes the ground, just matching the waist.

She sat back in front of the mirror again, and slowly tied up her collar.

The stalks form a pair, with their stalks tied together and tied tightly, it seems that it is difficult to untie them.

She held her breath and sat for a while, lowered her eyebrows and raised her hands, quietly removing the dowry.Picking up a piece of emerald tin, one end was stained with a little rouge, trembling fingers, lightly touched the brow.

The imprint is painted, showing five bright red pistils, quietly clustered in front of the forehead.

...Grandma, why did Sister Ulan paint those rouge marks on the center of her eyebrows? ...

...Suguang, when we Uyghur women get married, we have to put five red marks on their foreheads. This is called Wutongzhuang...

... We will be together in this life, but we only hope that we will be the same... We will live together in the same quilt, die in the same tomb, and then we will share joys and sorrows, and we will always be of the same heart...

...When Su Guang gets married in the future, grandma will also order these five makeups for you, okay...

The red clothes are like brocade, the blue silk is like satin, and the eyebrow makeup is like cherry blossoms. She is absolutely gorgeous all her life, and she is here quietly in front of her.

Qingcheng looked at the face in the mirror obsessively, and murmured: "Grandma, you are in the sky, can you see this moment..."

After an unknown amount of time, she shook her head and sighed, then slowly unwrapped and took off the wedding gown, still folded it neatly, put it in the package, and put it in front of the case.

She leaned over to blow out the candle, but she heard a soft knock on the door, and someone pushed it away from the outside.

Qingcheng was startled slightly, turned her head to look, but it was Zhan Zhao who pushed the door and entered.He was dressed in a tight crimson robe and had a calm expression. When he saw her standing leaning against the desk, he was slightly taken aback and stopped in his tracks.

Returning late at night, she saw that there was still candlelight in her room, and she entered the door, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

I am used to seeing her plain face and clean face, her beauty is already stunning, but now she has light clothes and black hair, she is very weak, her lips have no pink powder, her eyebrows have no blue daisy, but there are some red makeup on her forehead, and the silver candle is shining brightly. She is charming all her life , which has never been seen before.

There was a moment of silence, and it was hard to tell who was more surprised.

Qingcheng woke up instantly, frowned, turned and walked to the bed, and put on a long coat.

She calmed down slightly, and turned around: "Didn't you go back to Kaifeng Mansion? Why did you come back again?"

Zhan Zhao withdrew his thoughts, approached him, and said with a smile, "I just sent Lord Bao back to the mansion, and I came back when I saw that everything was in order. It has been a long day since I left the mansion in the morning, but I haven't gotten it yet." Sora will have a few words with you alone."

Qingcheng sat down in front of the case, raised his hand and poured two cups of tea from the pot: "I came back here, but first I tidied up with Aman, and chatted with Miss San for a while, and when I was free in the afternoon, I went to the photoshop. to visit Miss Fourth. But you seem to have been busy for a whole day, and you don't know what you are busy with?"

Zhan Zhao sat down opposite her: "I'm back in the mansion for the first time today, and there are many opportunities to deal with, so I have to discuss with Lord Bao and Mr. Gongsun one by one."

Qingcheng pushed the teacup in front of Zhan Zhao: "Among all the opportunities, is there any major event?"

Zhan Zhao took the cup in his hand and said quietly: "There is indeed something related to you."

Qingcheng's heart trembled, and she looked up at each other, but saw Zhan Zhao said: "Tomorrow Xia Wei will start a department, and I will be ordered by Mr. Bao to enter the Palace Supervision Department. I'm afraid I will have to go for a while. Just leaving you here alone, I can't help but feel a little worried."

The candle flame before the case burns slowly, the soft glow is calm, and there is no light.

Qingcheng was silent for a while, then said lightly: "So that's how it is. To be able to live with talented scholars from Kyushu day and night, just a few days, is better than ten years in the cold window. Not to mention that everyone in the world will be tempted by your job, even I can't help being a little bit envious. "

Zhan Zhao shook his head and smiled: "You are destined to miss this grand event, no matter how envious you are, it's useless..."

Qingcheng frowned slightly: "Oh, how do you say that?"

Zhan Zhao stretched out his hand and grasped Qingcheng's left wrist.A layer of silk sleeves separated the old deep marks, which were still faintly visible.

He said slowly: "I have made up my mind that from now on, I will not allow you to take another step into the imperial city."

It was a lifelong regret not being able to protect her well that day, even though everything was in place at this time, one must be careful and never make any more negligence.

Qingcheng lowered her eyelashes for a while, and said in a low voice: "Since that's the case, I promise you. The Nine Layers and Three Palaces will never be seen again."

Seeing her sincerity, Zhan Zhao spoke solemnly, felt relieved, and said with a smile, "If the commanders in front of the palace heard what you just said, they would be relieved."

Qingcheng smiled lightly, and gently withdrew his wrist: "Speaking of which, you and Miss Ding San have been together for a long time, why did you treat her so coldly tonight? She is alone and lives here as a guest. As the host, you should Just take care of her."

Zhan Zhao drank half a cup of tea and said quietly, "Although Yuehua and I didn't have time to talk in detail, we did chat for a while. After my two righteous brothers passed away, she asked the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple to serve They have done meritorious deeds, and this time they went to Beijing to fulfill their vows for the meritorious deeds they made back then, but they did not want to meet us back in Beijing by chance. She has not fulfilled her vows yet, and she will stay here for a while... During the banquet tonight, we It's already too much for you to drink for you, and you want me to pay more attention to Yuehua, but it will be difficult for me."

Qingcheng shook his head and said: "Actually, I'm not suitable for drinking now, I just need to tell everyone. Why do you have to be strong? It's embarrassing for me to be under the watchful eyes of everyone."

Zhan Zhao raised his hand and refilled the teacup: "Tonight's banquet, Mr. Bao also made an exception, even Yuehua and Aman barely drank a few cups, how can I spoil everyone's interest? Drinking like the wind, I just It's been more than half of the way back to the house, and now it's completely fine..."

He pondered for a while, and then said: "Speaking of Yuehua, since I'm not here these days, you may take care of her for me?...Maybe when the weather is fine, you can take her for a walk around the city..."

Qingcheng smiled wryly and said: "I lived in seclusion here back then, and the only places I traveled were the residence of Yan Xiangfu and the vicinity of Zhuque Lane. However, Miss San spent several months in Beijing in the old year, and she should be much more familiar with places of interest than I am. You This arrangement, I'm afraid it will trouble the third young lady to take care of me."

Zhan Zhao smiled faintly: "Although Yuehua has no martial arts skills, she is calm and stable. With her by your side, I feel more at ease. Otherwise, if I return from the supervisory department, this house will already be empty." .”

Qingcheng knew what he meant, but didn't know how to answer for a while, so she shook her head and smiled.Suddenly, the shadow of the lamp dimmed. It turned out that the candle was about to be exhausted.She stood up, went to the window, took a new candle, lit it with the fire, and replaced the old wax.

When he looked up again, he saw that Zhan Zhao had stood up and walked to the bedside.He took some time off, took off his official robe and put it aside, leaned over to sit on the couch, took off his official boots, raised his hands and let his hair hang down behind him.

Qingcheng was startled: "You...you are..."

Zhan Zhao stretched his shoulders, seemingly at ease: "I've been tired all day, and I have to enter the palace early tomorrow, so it's time to rest."

The rosy glow on Qingcheng's face faded, she walked up to Zhan Zhao, and said in a low voice, "It's all right in Zhouzhong, but now that you're back in Beijing, why are you still like this?"

Zhan Zhao raised his eyes and looked at each other: "What's wrong?"

Qingcheng avoided his gaze, frowned and said: "You came late at night, you are already in the melon field, how can you go beyond the rules? A gentleman is not in the midst of suspicion, and the words of the mountain overlap. Mr. Zhan, please come out."

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "What a powerful expulsion order... Do you really want me to go?"

Qingcheng flicked his sleeves, and stood sideways: "Aman has tidied up the east chamber in the afternoon, if you don't go back to Kaifeng mansion, go to the east chamber now, don't wait for me to turn my face."

Her face was full of anger, Zhan Zhao looked at her quietly, and said with a smile: "Over the years, I haven't had the chance to tell you that your expression changes all the time, but you look the most beautiful when you are angry."

Qingcheng shook her head helplessly, sighed, and said in a low voice: "Okay, if you don't go, I'll go."

She was still in shape, but Zhan Zhao stretched out his hand and grabbed her sleeve. Turning around, Zhan Zhao's smile gradually faded, he looked into her eyes, and said slowly, "This is your home and mine. Go, but where are you going?"

Qingcheng's eyes trembled heavily, and she was in a trance for a while, only feeling sore in her heart, no matter how hard she was.

Zhan Zhao gently pulled her into his arms and made her sit on his lap. Seeing her misty eyes and sad face, he also felt deep bitterness in his heart.

He slowly raised his hand, stroked her forehead, and asked in a low voice, "I've never seen you dress up before, why did you think of doing this eyebrow makeup tonight?"

Qingcheng sighed softly, and lowered his head: "It's Aman who has many things, and I bought a new dowry for me. When I was talking with her at night, I accidentally talked about the time when Emperor Wu of Song Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty. You can't get rid of the forehead, and the maids followed suit, calling her Luomei makeup. After hearing this, the girl Aman had a whim and forced me to try it. I can't stop her, but I have to do this, but I don't want to be caught by you. "

Zhan Zhao smiled and said: "So that's how it is... If I don't come back tonight and miss this rare moment, I'm afraid I will regret it..."

He ran his fingers down her cheeks, gently lifted her chin, looked at each other intently, and said slowly: "It really is Qingcheng."

Qingcheng's shoulders trembled, she raised her eyes, and saw her brows and eyebrows meeting the promise, reflected in his bright pupils.

The past is like smoke, the beauty is like a dream, all in the city.

Up to now, he is the only one in this world who still calls her by this name, and he is the only one who knows how much pain and suffering has been borne behind this name.

...After tonight, should I call you Qingcheng, or Suguang? ...

... Whether it is Qingcheng... Suguang... this life... May the wind and snow blow like Helan...

Yesterday was a difficult journey, and the way to go in the Ming Dynasty will eventually disappear, and there will be no more hesitation.

While thinking about it, I heard Zhan Zhao asking in my ear: "What did you think about what I asked for that night?"

Qingcheng was silent for a while, lowered her eyelashes: "Let me think about the important things in life."

Zhan Zhao paused slightly: "Okay. I'm not in a hurry for this matter right now. But the day I return will be the time for you to reply, how about it?"

Qingcheng nodded and said: "Okay. That's it."

Hearing her calm acceptance, Zhan Zhao felt a little uneasy for some reason.He frowned slightly, and sighed deeply.

With a sigh, I know what's on my mind.

Qingcheng raised her head and said in a low voice: "If you don't believe me, you might as well lock me in the prison of Kaifeng Mansion and come to pick me up until the day you return, how about that?"

Zhan Zhao stared at her for a while, and finally smiled: "Okay. I believe you are."

Qingcheng's heart trembled, she hadn't fully recovered her thoughts, but suddenly felt his embrace tightening.She struggled slightly, and said in a low voice: "Miss San and Aman are nearby, you...you are so unscrupulous, where are you going to put me?"

Zhan Zhao said with a faint smile, "If you continue to chatter like this, I'm afraid Aman will be woken up by you, so come over to check."

She avoided his gaze and said in a low voice: "Have you forgotten the sentence that you are willing to bet and admit defeat?"

Zhan Zhao held back the smile on his lips, and said slowly: "For the rest of the night in the boat, there should be a clear distinction...but the moment we abandon the boat and go ashore, the statute of limitations for the bet has expired."

He saw her faint and buoyant, breathing lightly, slightly loosening her arms: "You went to Yan Xiang's residence today, how are Miss Fourth and Bai Yutang doing?"

Qingcheng only felt a little looseness around her body, a little slackening in her heart, paused for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Miss Si is all well, and now I just wait for Lin'er to be born. Bai Yutang, on the other hand, is careful in his actions, lest Miss Si make a mistake , I don't see half of the suave appearance of Bai Wuye back then..."

Zhan Zhao sighed: "The cat-mouse battle lasted for half a lifetime. Unexpectedly, in the end, I still lost to him."

Qingcheng's eyes turned back, and he frowned and said: "Why is this? Could it be that he has been working for you for four years, and his reputation and achievements are better than yours?"

Zhan Zhao's lips curled up into a faint smile: "That's not true, but now that he's a father, I'm still here waiting for your agreement. The difference between them is like a world of difference. It can be seen that you also have intentions in your heart." Help him, not on my side at all."

Qingcheng glanced at him, shook his head and said: "If you want to commit a crime, why do you have nothing to say? That day, you were also involved in the night fight against the dragon and crossbow in the prime minister's mansion, but why did it all fall on me?"

Zhan Zhao didn't argue with her, but just smiled and said, "Fortunately, it's not too late to catch up... I tried my best that night, but it seems that I haven't finished my work. If God appreciates my sincerity, I will live up to me tonight... "

The teasing words made her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.Qingcheng frowned, struggling to get up, but couldn't get away from his arms.

The long gown is loose and faded, and the black hair hangs down the body, revealing the faint silk under it.

Her eyebrows were deeply drawn, and her eyelashes were drooping. She felt the deep light in his eyes, which was always concentrated on her body. She couldn't avoid it for a moment, and her thoughts were intertwined. She slowly let go of her shoulders and turned into a low sigh.

She had already decided not to be so close to him anymore, but now locked in his arms, she could no longer restrain her body and her heart.

Under the cold moon in Yanzhou, I pray for the morning clouds, only for the rest of my life to remember.

Among the floating boats on the Shuangxi River, I would like to gamble and admit defeat, but I hope that I will be of the same heart for the rest of my life.

All the way to the destination, I have gone through all kinds of things, how many disappointments and expectations during the journey, it seems that they all come here.

...If God's will appreciates my sincerity, I will live up to me this evening...

...it depends on man's effort... why be afraid of God's will...

Finally, tears welled up in her eyes, she raised her head and touched his deep pupils.

Yan Ran rose, and her cheeks fainted from between her eyebrows.The front of the forehead is lightly dyed with red, like a vermilion flower, proud of the snow and frost, after wind and rain, it finally blooms at this moment, wholeheartedly, without reservation.

This feeling is like a pen, and this scene is like a painting, deeply painted in his heart, which will never fade in his life.

The soft words whispered back, lingering around him, seeming to be pleading, or confiding indifferently, inadvertently bringing tears into his eyes.

"This evening...Mo Yan's will...here...only you and me... okay..."

He lowered his eyebrows and stared, nodded slowly, smiled with tears in his eyes, and said nothing.

The sky is late at night, and the eternal night is far away.

The cigarettes in Ruisi Temple were all gone, and there was no sound.

Yan Shiliang quietly walked into the hall, looked at the lonely figure sitting behind the desk, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, it's time to settle down."

Zhao Zhen raised his head, his lonely body under his clothes trembled slightly, his eyes wandered, but he didn't say a word.

Yan Shiliang stood with his head down, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, you have been sitting here from dusk to now. Your Majesty's dragon system is where the well-being of all people lies. Please rest your Majesty."

Zhao Zhen said in a low voice: "I sat alone for so long, just to think clearly, when did my mistake come from?"

Tears suddenly appeared in Yan Shiliang's eyes, he gritted his teeth, raised his head, and walked to Zhao Zhen's side.

On the Chenxiang book table, a half old brocade handkerchief was quietly placed, on which a pair of five-color waterfowl, colorful in pastel colors, played leisurely among the lotus leaves.

Yan Shiliang's heart trembled, but he heard Zhao Zhen slowly say: "You must still remember that this brocade handkerchief was once beside Queen Guo... It was a lifelong mistake for me not to keep her by my side... ...And what I have done today, the regrets in it, compared with those in the past...Why do I have to endure such pain in this world for the word love..."

The past is full of smoke, and only the place of great suffering remains.

Sigh his love, mistake his love for infatuation, fall his love barrier, hurt his love to the end.

Love comes and goes, only in a moment, but it's exhausting for a lifetime.

Tears welled up in Zhao Zhen's eyes, and he said in a mournful voice: "The loss of morality comes first, and the second is the loss of trust... One mistake after another, there is no chance to make up for it... He is obviously the one he loves, but he is completely powerless to protect him... Family, have you ever seen a king who is as helpless and incompetent as me..."

Yan Shiliang knelt beside Zhao Zhen with tears in his eyes: "Your Majesty, there are thousands of mistakes, all of which are the faults of the servants that day. Your majesty's punishment today is actually seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence, and grievances and resentments are mixed. It is God's will, it is difficult to have both. Boldly, please Your Majesty forget all the previous feelings. If Your Majesty criticizes himself again, this servant would rather die for His Majesty's forgiveness."

Tears of hate came out of his eyes silently, Zhao Zhen suddenly closed his eyes, shook his head and remained silent.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, got up and walked out, and when he was about to step out of the palace gate, his figure finally slowed down.

He turned around, looked across the hall, and cast his eyes on the piano platform under the window.

...If you see the caller again, you must be registered in the class of hundreds of officials before you can...

...My heart is full of chords at this moment, would Your Majesty be willing to listen...

The front edge is gone, and the bosom friend is forever.Si Tong was silent, not hearing any further sound.

Zhao Zhen stood there in a daze, whispering with tears in his eyes, feeling exhausted and having no energy left.

"Yuhu Wangsi, Bingxin's long farewell... Since Fan Zhongyan sent this Qin back to the palace, you can send it to Fan Zhongyan again... I will never see this Qin in the remaining years of my life..."

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