Qin Heng looked up again, and saw that although Wen Wan was closed, his sad expression was clearly visible, and his heart ached uncontrollably. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The people who can follow Murong Wei to the royal enclosure today are probably all nobles in Beijing, I don't know what grievances this one has suffered, so she avoided everyone and lay here crying.

In the grass, Wen Wan's rose-purple riding costume fluttered in the wind, lined with the snow-like pale face, and the tears hanging on her eyelashes, all made Qin Heng want to take care of this weak woman even more.

Although Xixia belongs to the boundary of the south of the Yangtze River, it is much warmer than Jian'an, but it is still cold in spring. Qin Heng thought about it for a while, but he was still afraid that the people on the ground would catch a cold, so he coughed lightly and called, "Girl." ”

Wen Wan came back from her contemplation, heard someone open her mouth, hurriedly raised her hand to wipe her eyes, wiped away the tears, and in the afterglow, she could vaguely see the other party's concerned gaze.

This is a foreign man, otherwise he wouldn't have recognized her, but only called her a girl.

Wen Wan got up in a hurry, although she was anxious, she still had a dignified demeanor, and she dressed calmly and quickly. Although I didn't know it, I saw the bright yellow dragon pattern on the corner of the other party's dark blue clothes, and I knew who it was.

Wen Wan blessed her body lightly, and called: "Slaves and maids see His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

actually called herself a slave, Qin Heng couldn't guess her identity more and more, and frowned slightly. Could it be that Murong Wei's palace people were angry with her, so they wanted to hide here alone and cry?

It's just that the dress and demeanor are not the same. Qin Heng felt more and more pity in his heart, turned over and dismounted, walked to Wen Wan's side, and asked with concern, "What is your name, why are you hiding here alone?"

Why, there is a familiar atmosphere, Wen Wan wants to speak, but the sadness in her heart is like a rushing sea, not under her control, tears fall for no reason, and she can't hold it.

She wiped her eyes in a panic, and did not forget to bend her knees and salute: "Don't work for His Royal Highness the Prince to care." The slave maid is Shang Yi and gentle of Fengluan Palace, and it is only because of her accidental emotional life experience that she is alone and cried, not wanting to alarm His Royal Highness the Prince. If the slave or maid loses his honor, he deserves death, and he will retire. ”

Crying in the palace is indeed a sin. Qin Heng wanted to explain a few words, and he also wanted to say that he was not a person in Xixia Palace, so he would not talk nonsense. Wen Wan didn't wait for him to answer, hurriedly untied the reins, and flew on the horse.

The foot was urgent, and the horse ran as fast as he could, so frightened that Wen Wan's face turned pale and his body staggered.

Qin Heng saw the danger, turned over and got on the horse, caught up with Wen Wan, firmly held her reins, and shouted angrily: "Don't you want to die?"

Wen Wan gasped for breath, calming her crazy heartbeat, unable to reply to Qin Heng's words for a while. After resting for a long time, Fang summoned a sentence: "Thank you, Your Highness Heng."

The gentle words are extremely light, the Heng word seems to have the afterglow of the spring rain in March, a little melodious and tactful, somehow, Qin Heng actually feels that this Heng word is extremely similar to the mournful voice of the woman in the dream.

He leaned forward and grabbed Wen Wan's wrist: "Have I seen you before?"

A lot of lines, if Fang just had a good impression of Qin Heng, his impression was greatly reduced now, and he shook his head with a wry smile.

She broke free of Qin Heng's wrist, leaned forward slightly on the horse, and bowed dignifiedly, revealing a sarcastic smile: "His Royal Highness Heng probably recognized the wrong person, the slave has never been out of this Gusu Imperial City, how dare you climb the nobles." ”

Qin Heng knew that he had said the wrong thing and caused the other party to misunderstand, and he couldn't talk about it if he wanted to defend himself. It's just that he didn't feel at ease, so he quietly followed, and watched the other party slowly drive the horses and drive in the direction of Zhaobo Tower.

Wen Wan was extremely slow this time, she tried her best to adjust her emotions, for fear that Murong Wei and the others would see the clues, so she gently wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, revealing her usual gentle smile.

Xia Lanxin returned from the last royal horse, her face was ruddy and excited, she ran the farthest, but she was calm and relaxed, and there was no trace of sweat.

Walking to the front of the Zhaobo Building, he turned over and dismounted, threw the reins in his hand into the hands of the waiting Xia Mansion servant, Xia Lanxin went upstairs and ordered the little snail to clean the water.

Murong Wei had already gone to the next room to change her clothes, and Wen Wan was laughing with the Chen sisters. Seeing Xia Lanxin walking upstairs, Chen Yinghua showed admiring eyes, and eagerly pulled Xia Lanxin's hand: "The lord of Xiying is so handsome, today Yinghua is an eye-opener." ”

She responded to Chen Yinghua's eagerness, smiled at each other closely, took the tea that was cold on the high table and drank it all, and didn't care much about those praises.

There are no rules, a few girls are chattering, and they completely let go of their nobility in the palace. After lunch in the royal enclosure, and a lively discussion of tomorrow's poetry meeting, they each got into a carriage and returned to the imperial city.

The second day is the Shangyuan Festival, and the palace is full of lights. From the early morning, there was a constant flow of traffic in front of the Hanyi Gate on the west side of the palace, and people entered the palace with posts one after another.

Wen Wan is the closest to the Four Seasons, and she said that she would take care of it first when the hour was right, and Murong Wei and Chen Zhihua could be later, and the hour would pass later.

Murong Wei didn't want Wen Wan to be tired alone, so she also got up early in the morning. After a simple breakfast served by tassels, Yingluo took the Luo skirt prepared on the smoked cage and changed her clothes.

Changed into a tulip skirt with apricot yellow color embroidered moon white roses that showed the royal status, a hairpin with sandblasted gold thread and silk beads, and a golden-winged phoenix with peonies and hanging beads.

Turning Tao Ran Pavilion, at the end of the corridor, next to the Shanzi Stone standing against the tree, Murong Wei saw Su Duhan, who was lightly furrowed, wearing a cloak with a light green quadruple water wave pattern, standing with her back against the big tree, seeing her steps, revealing a soft smile.

Murong Wei sighed in her heart, still fateful, stepped forward with a smile, raised the corners of her lips slightly and asked with a smile: "How did my cousin enter the palace today, do you want to participate in today's poetry meeting?"

Su Duhan is young and talented, handsome, and has such a good family background, he was a romantic figure at the poetry meeting in the past, and I don't know how many noble girls in Xixia have been touched.

In the face of the envious eyes of many imperial relatives and Houmen's daughters, Su Duhan never pretended. In the eyes of outsiders, his gentle smile was always only at Murong Wei alone.

I especially remember last year's Mochizuki Xiaozhu, Murong Wei walked in from the outside, the handsome man got up to greet him, and in an instant, the smile that opened at the beginning of the clouds was as bright as glass, and he was jealous of how many pairs of admiring eyes, and even the shining night pearl on the phoenix platform lost its color.

Ignoring others, how many noble women were like broken flowers in the mud in Su Duhan's eyes, and they were trampled into the dust by Su Duhan.

Murong Wei was happy to enjoy the vanity given by Su Duhan in front of people, whether he had it intentionally or unintentionally, and no matter how many enemies he secretly erected for himself.

Su Duhan in front of her smiled softly and answered her question: "Mother has a cough disease, and I am afraid that I will give it to the imperial grandmother after I am sick." Today, on the fifteenth day, I entered the palace on behalf of my mother to greet the imperial grandmother." (To be continued.) )