Ruolin

"Big brother...you are so beautiful..." Wei Xiang murmured with a blushing face.

When Bo Lin heard this familiar sentence, he was taken aback for a while, and couldn't help but smile.

With this smile, the world seemed to be overshadowed by it.

Wei Xiang spoke boldly, "You...what's your name..."

The eyes are shining like stars, Bo Lin thought.He smiled slightly, "I..."

In an instant, Bo Lin looked up at her, "Haochen, my name is Haochen."

Song Ruo, who was standing in front of the Mirror of Myriad Tribulations and Eight Desolations, could not help but slander, saying that he would really open his eyes and talk nonsense.

Wei Xiang nodded upon hearing this, and the silk flowers in her hair moved slightly with her movements.

Bo Lin was about to leave after finishing speaking, Wei Xiang hurriedly called him to stop.

"Hao...Haochen..." Seeing Bo Lin turned to look at her, Wei Xiang nodded with enthusiasm, lowered his head and stammered.

"Then I...can I still see you..."

After waiting for Bo Lin to speak for a long time, she raised her head again and found that the person in front of her had already left.

A few days later, it began to rain in the sky of the capital, and the accumulated rain on the Qingshiban road was splashed by the galloping horseshoes.

It is the good news of the war ahead. Emperor Liang led his army to conquer, and Yue State was included in the territory of Liang State.

The candlelight was flickering, Princess Su Luofu was sitting on the edge of the bed, bowing her head and sewing clothes for her husband. The faint light shone on the corners of her eyes and brows, which was beautiful, gentle and tender.

Wei Xiang was sitting on the small bed next to her, holding his chin and looking up at his mother.Years seem to take special care of her mother, and 13 years have not aged her face.

After Love finished the last stitch, she looked down and saw her daughter's silly eyes, and couldn't help laughing, just like the so-called youthful smile, that's all.

Wei Xiang leaned his head gently on his mother's knee, "Mother, do you miss your father?"

She slowly stroked Wei Xiang's loose hair, "I look forward to your father's safe return day and night."

"I don't care how much he has done, I just hope that His Highness will be safe and sound."

Not long after, the army that conquered Yue returned.

Luo Fu took her children and waited for King Su to go home in front of the palace. Because Wei Huan had to go back to the palace to see the queen first, Wei Xiang and the others waited for a long time before seeing Wei Huan.

But behind Wei Huan, there were eunuchs and a girl in purple who were holding the imperial decree.

When the angel arrived, everyone in Su Wang's mansion bowed and kowtowed to accept the order.

"King Su's meritorious service, I know that she suffered in the war. Zhao Xuan, the patriarch's daughter of Yue, has a long face and a gentle personality. Therefore, Zhao Xuan and the county lord of Qingyang are recorded in the book, and King Su is given as a side concubine. The concubine can have more children with Su Wang's mansion. After Fan Yan."

After announcing the decree, Wei Xiang finally got a clear look at the Qingyang county lord.

The thick black hair is twisted sideways into a bun with clouds, and there are some pearl hairpins in the middle of the bun. The eyebrows are delicate and pretty, and a mole on the bridge of the straight nose is dotted on it, making it even more graceful and soft.

Song Ruo knew that Wei Xiang's happiness came to an abrupt end here.

The scene in the Mirror of Ten Thousand Tribulations and Eight Desolations suddenly changed rapidly, Wei Huan was canonized as the prince, and soon after Emperor Liang died, Wei Huan quickly ascended the throne.

Luo Fu was registered as the Queen of the Central Palace, and Zhao Xuan was the Noble Concubine.

Song Ruo saw Wei Xiang's sincere happiness for the last time.

The author says:

I'm back bubbling hehehe

I have to end Wei Xiang's life quickly before writing Ah Chi, otherwise I will almost forget about Song Ruo's progress.