Looking up, it was Qinggeltai who, at the instigation of a group of men, walked towards here while singing with wine.

The melody was melodious and desolate, and I was fascinated by it for a while, and then I still sat down.

Seeing this, he asked, "Can Zhaoxun understand?"

I nodded slightly and whispered:

"Thousands of miles of wind and sand and white clouds

Where the hell is my sweetheart?

A steed with a halter

You won't get lost in the dark

Spring goes to spring and comes bitter shandan tea

Where the hell is my sweetheart?

The cold piano rings people at the end of the world......"

Before he could finish speaking, one of them applauded. The fifth prince looked at me: "It turns out that Qu Zhaoxun understands the Turkic language. ”

In the past, Gu Fu had been given several Turkic prisoners of war, and his father had never allowed them to be treated harshly, and asked the steward to arrange for them to teach their elder brother to ride and shoot. When I was young, I was curious about their appearance and speech, and I mixed it up, but I learned some commonly used Turkic languages.

At this time, I accidentally read it out, but I didn't know how to explain it for a while, but fortunately, Qinggeltai had already arrived in front of Qing Zhuo, and laughed: "My sweetheart is here!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

I took the opportunity to retreat from the crowd.

Behind him was everyone's lively boos and cheers: Qinggeltai was dragging Qingzhuo to dance and sing.

Chifu was half a step behind me and said softly, "Mrs. Qingzhuo is gone, and I don't know whether she is happy or sad. ”

I didn't speak, I bowed my head and walked silently.

The toes of the shoes are adorned with velvet flowers, but they are indistinguishable on such a night, only a faint soft silhouette.

Recently, I have been worried in my heart: who knows what the future holds!

The wind blew, carrying the smell of grass, trees and earth in the countryside outside the village.

The lanterns hanging on the porch flickered, casting a blur of light and shadow.

I stopped abruptly—someone was watching me from the shadows on the corner steps.

When the man saw me stop, he took a few steps slowly, but stopped with some hesitation.

Yet he was already standing on the porch, the candle of the lantern shining in his face.

The eyebrows are high, it is Changruo.

The long body is jade, and the indigo robe on his body is slightly bulging by the wind.

Since the triumphant celebration banquet in the Northland a few years ago, I have not heard from him for a long time. He also asked Xiang Chuan to find Bao Pu for his brother's affairs, but Bao Pu avoided it.

I remembered what Shuangcheng said to An Ruo, the adults of the two families of Xie Lin had asked Tai Shi Ling to help them put together the eight characters, and the marriage between Chang Ruo and Lin Zhao had been decided.

In the end, my heart is not at peace: I have no fate with him. The love of childhood and the expectations of youth have changed after all.

But I am also glad that he can get a good match.

Smiling and moving forward. The ring was quiet, and the wind stopped.

Changruo's expression was still elegant and light, and he waved at me slightly.

I smiled and walked non-stop.

However, when he passed by, he whispered, "Ah Yan, I am married." ”

Seeing that I didn't answer, he sighed, "Do you blame me?"

At this time, the two of them were close, and I realized that he was dark and green now, and the number of people had decreased a lot.

I shook my head slightly: "Since I entered the palace, I know today." From then on, each cherished. Let's take the people in front of them. ”

Changruo suddenly grabbed my hand regardless of it, and the green tendons on his forehead were also faintly visible, "You like him?"

I was shocked. The hand was clenched and painful, and I couldn't break free.

This place is not far from the place of the banquet, and Chifu hurriedly came over and persuaded: "Second son, don't be like this!

Chang Ruo sneered, gritted his teeth and said, "Zhaoxun ......"

"Second brother, you are here! I didn't wait for me and my eldest brother, but told us to find it easy, and I thought that I left you outside the village, and I didn't want you to come in first. Xie An's voice like a silver bell came from afar.

I forced myself to laugh and said, "Sister An Ruo is here, you're late! Shuangcheng and Qingzhuo have been talking about you for a long time." ”

Xie Anruo, dressed in a dazzling red dress, turned around the corner.

Changruo frowned tightly and closed his eyes on his back.

But for a moment, when I opened my eyes again, it was a calm and breezy face.

Slowly let go of his hand.

I stepped back sideways and escorted An Ruo to the female guest's side. He also asked Chifu to summon the steward to welcome the two sons of the Xie family to King Xiao.

As soon as Qing Zhuo saw An Ruo, he hugged her and began to cry. In the end, it has been affectionate since childhood, and it is more intimate than Shuangcheng and me.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, I quietly lifted the sleeve of my left hand a little, and looked at the bonfire: there was indeed a red mark on my left wrist.

Changruo in his memory almost never loses his temper, but Shicai almost can't end the scene.

If King Xiao finds out and asks, I really don't know what reason to use to prevaricate this mark.

There was a sudden commotion on the men's side, and I looked up at the tent. The bonfire that was burning was burning and projected all the people at the main table: King Xiao, King Wei, the Five Princes, Qing Ge Tai, Xie Fu Rongruo, Chang Ruo, and Yao Huatang.

The staggered and the figures are longing, overlapping on the curtain like a storm.

Probably tonight's wine was a little strong, and I was drunk for a while.

On the third day after the banquet, Qing Zhuo set off with Qing Getai.

I reached out and took her hand, not knowing what to say. After a long silence, it was just a low whisper of "take care".

Qing Zhuo suddenly laughed, raised his white wrist and stood side by side with mine - the two bracelets were blue and blue, like a bright one: "Sister, relax, although my sister is far away, I have my sister who cares, and I should live happily every day." He was a stranger, but he treated me very well. I'm not going to get into the nitty-gritty, I'm going to take care of myself and I'm going to make myself better. ”

I smiled a little astringently and with some relief: "Our Qingzhuo is actually grown up." ”

However, thinking that she has been pampered in Beijing since she was a child, and now she is away from her homeland and travels far away with Qinggeltai, and her petite body is still burdened with the trust of her family and country, and she has never been able to bear it in her heart.

What's more, I know that she was originally in love with King Xiao.

It's just that now for her, King Xiao is finally the back of drifting away. No matter how much affection the girl had at the beginning of her life, no matter how much reluctance and fear she had, she had to bow her head to his resolute arrangement - leaving a silent and submissive figure in vain.

In the afternoon, Yao Huatang came to see King Xiao, and the two went to Zhuangwai. I was alone in the room, taking out the handwritten booklet of the calendar deduction and going through it again.

Chifu came to report and said, "Miss Fan is here." ”

Before the words fell, Shuangcheng had already entered the door.

I couldn't accept it, and the booklet in my hand was called for Shuangcheng to see, and said with a smile: "What is Zhaoxun looking at?"

Chifu hurriedly took the booklet and covered it up: "It's just the account book of our young lady's private money." ”

My inquiring gaze swept over Shuangcheng's face, and suddenly changed my mind. "Chifu, give me the booklet. You go and get refreshments. ”

Chifu immediately understood my plan, and shook her head slightly in disapproval to signal to me.

Picking it up in my hand, I smiled and bowed my head, "Go ahead." ”

Seeing Chifu guarding outside the door, Shuangcheng suddenly wondered, "What's the matter?"

I Shi Shiran smiled and said, "I have something to ask for." As he spoke, he handed over the booklet in his hand.

Shuangcheng took it, looked at me suspiciously, and opened the booklet.

However, the more she looked at her expression, the more solemn she became, and later, even her breathing was a little short, and she looked up and asked eagerly: "Where did this come from?

I reached over and closed the booklet, and my plain white index finger crossed the lower end of the cover: "Here, you can sign the name of Brother Yuru." ”