Jiang Xuerong and Yaoling took the same car, and when they got into Yaoling's car, she took off the veil and gloves on her face after dividing it by two, revealing her face covered with large red spots and her hands were long and said: "It's much more comfortable, what kind of medicine is in your bell, so that I have to be wrapped in a suffocating veil for the past few days." ”

Hearing him say this, Yaoling was happy, "It's not a **, it's just to make your skin uncomfortable for a few days, if you don't come to me, it will be fine after a while." ”

"That's not going to work, I can't bear to be like this for a day. Lying on the chaise longue behind the car, she really didn't think of herself as an outsider, "You are so comfortable here, such a beautiful carriage." ”

Wu Yu and Lan Cao in the car looked at Jiang Xuerong a little unhappily, and Yao Ling shook her head at the two of them. In her heart, Yaoling still likes Jiang Xuerong a lot, and she had the intention of making friends during the fight between the two the day before yesterday. When we met again today, I could see that she was an extremely straightforward woman.

"You're just out of school?" asked Yaoling.

"Well, I heard about you when I got out of the teacher and heard about you, so I had the heart to compete with you. Lying on the chaise longue, he continued with a slurred mouth: "Your bell is really weird, but I'm not bad, forcing you to can't get close." ”

"I can really boast about it. Yaoling pursed her lips, and then asked, "Aren't you going home?"

Hearing this question, a trace of sadness appeared on Jiang Xuerong's face, and after a moment of silence, she said softly: "There is no one at home. ”

Glancing at the woman in red behind the lilac veil, Yaoling didn't ask anything, it seems that this Jiang Xuerong is similar to herself. I couldn't help but feel some sympathy for her again.

After a while, there was an even sound of sound sleeping, and there was a smile in Yaoling's eyes, she was really sad these days.

"That bowfoot weighs fifty or sixty pounds. Fengzhao in the moonlight car paced slowly, and said softly.

Yueming held a chess book in one hand and a chess piece in the other, looking at the chessboard with a attentive face.

"A fifteen or sixteen-year-old woman can hold such a heavy bow with one hand, and her strength can be imagined. Feng Zhao continued.

"It was a special golden bow. Yueming, who was playing chess alone, said lightly.

Fengzhao stopped, and his eyes looked deeply at the moonlight.

"How do you know?"

Raised his clear eyes and glanced at Fengzhao, and then looked at the chessboard: "Fifty or sixty catties of iron made of a bow, the bow body must be much thicker, how can a woman's slender hand hold it." The words are still so light.

Feng Zhao was silent for a long time, then picked up the feather arrow on the table and said softly: "Even the golden bow uses such an ordinary feather arrow." ”

Hearing this, a glimmer of light crossed Yueming's eyes. looked at the wind and suddenly said, "What do you think of the Iron Iron Arrow's Iron Iron Arrow with this bow?"

Suddenly, the eyes of the wind brightened, yes, such a heavy bow with a dark iron arrow, you can imagine how powerful it is.

The two didn't speak again for a long time, and after a long silence in the car, Fengzhao said softly: "I don't know what the purpose is? Is it you? Is it me? Is it Yaoling?"

Yueming put down the chess pieces in his hand, looked out the car window for a long time, and said softly: "I will know." ”

The next day, Jiang Xuerong looked at the face in the mirror and smiled with a smile on her face: "Your antidote really works," Yaoling looked at the gorgeous face in the mirror, and said proudly: "Of course, I can still make you live longer." ”

A hand was on her arm, "Are you telling the truth?"

Yaoling had the feeling of wanting to pick her mouth, why did she speak so quickly. He smiled dryly and said, "That's nonsense." ”

Jiang Xuerong let go of the hand holding Yaoling with a disappointed face. Leaning on the car window and looking at it for a while, he turned around and looked at Yaoling, thought about it and said, "Can you let me follow you." I also want to go to the Imperial Palace. ”

Yaoling looked at her with a pair of bright eyes, and said after a while, "This is for the expressionless Prince Yanlong." He was the head of the legacy. ”

Jiang Xuerong's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment when she heard this, and it didn't take long for her to say hopefully: "Tell your future county king that you can't say no?"

Yaoling laughed when she heard her say this, "He's just a county king, and his words don't carry weight." After speaking, a pair of sparkling eyes seemed to inadvertently sweep over Jiang Xuerong's face. The woman did not know why she repeatedly wanted to stay in the legations, which had to arouse her suspicions.

At this time, Yueming and Fengzhao also discussed this matter again.

Feng Zhao said to Yueming: "This woman named Jiang Xuerong is not an ordinary person, if she has any intentions, she will definitely find a way to stay here." “

Yueming also groaned slightly in his heart. From yesterday's refusal to leave, it was evident that she had the intention of approaching the envoys, and that her bow was indeed not used by ordinary people. After thinking for a long time, he said softly: "Only by leaving her can you see her purpose." ”

In the evening, they didn't say anything to let Jiang Xuerong leave, and Jiang Xuerong didn't dare to get out of Yaoling's car, hoping that everyone would forget that she was the best in Yaoling's car.

Today is August 15, the envoys entered the ancient capital of Mingyang of the Great Dragon Dynasty in the twilight, this is an ancient city with a history of hundreds of years, because it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so there are not many people on the street. But the lights of every household are on, looking at the lights of the city, the wind shines in the heart of some warmth, remembering that in the palace of the king, every Mid-Autumn Festival, parents will set up a table to worship the moon. Then the family sat together and ate and laughed.

A slender figure leaned against him, stretched out his hand and put it in his broad chest, but his eyes were looking at the rising full moon, and he said softly: "It won't be long before I reach the imperial capital." ”

The person in his arms just snuggled quietly, and his shining eyes also looked at the round of clear light, and he didn't know what to think again.

A flute sound floated in the quiet and clear night sky, with a long charm, echoing the bright moon, with a faint loneliness and loneliness.

Jiang Xuerong in Yaoling's car sat silently by the window, looking at the bright moon in the distant sky through the window, with a touch of melancholy on her beautiful face, and her fingers gently drew on the window without paying attention. Wu Yu on the side also had a touch of longing on her face, this trip, she asked to come with her, originally Yueming and Yaoling wanted her and her father to stay in Yanlong, but she stubbornly followed. Thinking of the old father who stayed in the prince's mansion, his heart is also full of thoughts.

In the flute, a beautiful male voice sounded softly under the bright moon: "Promise me that you will accompany me every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival in the future." ”

The autumn wind blew a woman's low "um" word.

In front of a carriage at the front, a white dress stood quietly in the moonlit night, holding a warm jade flute in his hand, and his white figure was as cold and soft as the bright moon in the distant sky. The world seemed far away from him, and it seemed so close.

At the same time, Yaoling, who left Fengzhao, returned to her car, and saw that Jiang Xuerong was still sitting in the car and did not enter the post house to rest, there were no lights and candles in the car, and the moonlight scattered a piece of silver frost on the carriage. Through the hazy moonlight, I saw that she was no longer as flamboyant and gorgeous as yesterday, and there was deep sadness in her beautiful face. She froze slightly.

"They said you could stay and go to the imperial capital with the envoys. Yaoling looked at Jiang Xuerong and said to her.

There was no reaction on his face, his head still resting on the window, and his eyes still looking out of the car.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Jiang Xuerong didn't mean to answer, Yaoling lay in the depths of the car and stepped on the concubine, she felt that the house in the post house was not as comfortable as the car, and she couldn't help but think of her father who gave her carriage.

"Do you love him?" Yaoling sat up from the chaise longue abruptly, looking at Jiang Xuerong who asked her through the hanging lilac veil.

Still like that, leaning her head against the window and looking out of the car, the moonlight through the window cast a faint hazy beauty on her face.

Yaoling walked across from her and sat down, silently watching her. After a while, he asked her, "Are you missing your loved one?"

Jiang Xuerong turned her head, and a pair of dark and bright eyes looked at Yaoling on a moonlit night, where there was a touch of sadness and an elusive resentment. After a long time, she leaned her head against the car window and gently asked Yaoling, "Does it feel good to be loved?"

Yaoling's face turned slightly red, but she didn't say anything.

"I really envy you, that King Ning Jun really loves you. The voice was quiet, and then it sounded lowly again: "If he can give me a little love, I am willing to die for him." ”

Yaoling stood up abruptly and looked at Jiang Xuerong in astonishment, the luster in her eyes flowing rapidly.

Jiang Xuerong felt the change in Yaoling, raised her eyes to look at Yaoling standing in front of her, and smiled, smiling a little sad and a little bleak: "I said that I am not your King of Ningjun" and then a tear gently slipped from her eyes.

Yaoling understood a little, and after a long time, asked in a low voice, "Doesn't he love you?"

Jiang Xuerong looked at Yao Ling, and a small flame ignited under her eyes reflected by the moonlight, and for some reason, Yao Ling felt as if the flame was going to burn her. It didn't take long for the flame to fade away. "It doesn't matter if he loves me or not, I just know that I love him. At this moment, Jiang Xuerong has regained her flamboyance and glamour yesterday.