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The palace palm lamp, the pale yellow halo enveloped the sweet white dark flower entwined branch lotus pattern bottle in front of the bookcase, and the bouquet of plum inserted in it emitted a golden delicate yellow with a halo, as bright as broken gold.

On the wall on the right side of the bookcase, there is a silk nine-fold plum blossom chilling picture, and Murong Wei carefully filled in the heavy petals of a black plum on the cold elimination diagram with the ink polished by Xiangxue, and slowly put the pen down.

The plum branches trembled on the cold map, two of them were full, and the third one was hooked by her with two shallow petals, one petal from the previous life, and one petal hooked in this life, the ink color is similar, where can you see the interval of several years.

Murong Rong sighed in her heart, looking out the window at the cold and snow, the desolation of that state of mind arose spontaneously, and lingered.

The palace maid Hongdou came in at the right time with a gold-painted mahogany lacquer tray, bowed her knees respectfully, and two sweet dimples rose from her lips: "Princess, it's still early to eat at this time, but do you want to use some snacks first?"

In the tray, there was a small bowl of snow-white steamed sugar cheese, a plate of purple rose cake, a delicate octagonal box, with various colors of candied dried fruits, and a pot of freshly soaked Zhengshan seeds, all of which were Murong Wei's favorite things on weekdays.

Murong Wei took the cheese and picked it up with a silver spoon, the sweetness of the cheese was appropriate, it melted in her mouth, and she tasted it as soon as she took a bite.

Mama Luo is skillful, especially good at steaming cheese, using all kinds of seasonal flowers all year round, endless patterns, and it is difficult for people in the palace to compare with her. Murong Wei has gone from a snack to a big one, and this taste is still unfinished after many years.

After using up the bowl of cheese like a treasure one by one, Murong Wei sighed with satisfaction and instructed the red beans, "This tastes good, please ask Mama Luo to stew another bowl in the evening, and present it to my father for supper in the evening." ”

Her father also likes sweets, and Murong Wei has many pictures about her childhood, such as late spring, she and her father sat under a tree of blooming roses, she climbed on her father's lap, and her father fed her soft hibiscus cake with his own hands, and the soft laughter blended with the shadow of the flowers;

Those memories became blurred after my father became emperor.

At that time, the third brother A Peng had not yet been born, and her father would often take time to accompany her to have a meal with her mother and sister, or come to her Bright Wei Palace to sit in a certain evening, but there was no longer those picturesque leisure time.

The father and the emperor had too many shoulders, and the emperor's grandfather handed over a heavy secret to him along with the whole Xixia, and he may not have no regrets in his heart, but he had no choice at that time.

If the emperor's grandmother is healthy, the father will not have to suffer this kind of suffering, let alone have a heart knot with the queen mother. In this life, let all this pass, there are some secrets, with the death of Su Rui, at least the queen mother should know, and let the queen mother understand the hard work of her father.

Thinking of the loneliness between the eyebrows of the queen mother in the morning, Murong Wei secretly made up her mind.

In the Qianqing Palace, through the carved wooden window pasted with clear paper, Emperor Murong Qing of Chongming looked up at the window, a touch of scorching dryness stained between his eyebrows, and was deeply enlarged by a few letters on the desk. He sighed silently, put down the thick ink pen, and pushed open the window.

Under the eaves of the corridor, a row of purple spike wood six-edged thin silk palace lamps hung high, the bright yellow ears swayed in the snowy night, the red candles reflected the snow-blue silk, and the pattern of longevity drawn on it was deeply imprinted into Murong Qing's eyelids.

The snow did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and was blown by the howling cold wind, and a few points hovered and flew on his hair and face, bringing a trace of coolness, he stood silently like this, thinking of the night when his father-in-law died, and thinking about what the situation of Xixia who lost his brother-in-law Su Rui should be.

Murong Qing has spent most of his time in his palace in the past few years.

His wife was dissatisfied with his lack of achievements, and stretched out her hand directly to the front court, which he had always connived at.

Through the twists and turns of the Chu Empress Zhu Bi Yuphi, he has actually seen it, and it can be said that every word is beautiful, but his wife gave birth to a daughter.

The daughter of the Chu family does not lose to a man, in fact, it is the helpless words of her father-in-law, and in the end, the country will be handed over to a man. The mother-in-law thought more carefully, and after having the intention of letting him ascend the throne, she directly gave Xu and Meng two to enter the princess's mansion first, waiting to enrich the harem.

Murong Qing also resigned, he and his wife fell in love at first sight, how could there have been others in their eyes, but the mother-in-law said word by word: "Today's helpless move of Xixia Zen position, will he repeat it in the new year?"

The husband and wife were stunned. At that time, they only had two daughters under their knees, and Chu Yaoguang was not pregnant for a few years after giving birth to her next daughter, Ah Hui, who would dare to say that she would definitely give birth to Lin'er in the future. The heavenly family is rich and rich, and there are still manpower helpless things, he should go down these two, and his brother-in-law should go down to the two side concubines, Zeng Gui is the princess's wife and sister-in-law can only look at each other without saying a word.

Seven years have passed in a flash, and the oath that Murong Qing and his brother-in-law made in front of his father-in-law's bed that night are still in his ears. Now that Su Rui has brought the secret down to Jiuquan, Murong Qing doesn't have to keep the contract, but he hesitated several times to tell his wife everything. I have the heart to say, but I am afraid that my wife will know the truth, and I will inevitably have no mustard with my sister. Or do you continue to misunderstand your wife and live a simpler life?

Murong Qing thought about it and was undecided, but he heard a gentle knock on the door of the imperial study, and a deep and clear voice came from the chief eunuch Xuanshu through the curtain: "Your Majesty, the eldest princess is here." ”

"Call her in", Murong Qing turned around as soon as the window was closed, and his face changed to a smile like a spring breeze.

No matter how heavy Xixia's burden is, there will always be him, and he would rather be overwhelmed, and privately hope that the smiles of Yaoguang and the children can always be so bright.

The Qianqing Palace was not far away, and Murong Wei did not pass on the warm sedan chair, so she led people through the path. She wore a rose and purple makeup satin fox stump pleat, wore a Zhaojun hat, breathed the breath of winter sunset and snow happily, and walked all the way to the outside of the Qianqing Palace.

Seeing that the Marquis of Xuanshu was outside the palace, knowing that his father knew that he was coming, his heart was stirred, even more than seeing his mother.

Master Xuan has always been loyal to his father in his last life, and Murong Wei respects him as a person and politely calls Manager Xuan.

Xuanshu didn't dare to do it, so he respectfully saluted Murong Wei, and then took the food box in the hand of the little palace maid, and then smiled: "Your Majesty invites the princess in." ”

The imperial study is heavy, and idlers are not allowed to enter, so Murong Wei naturally knows this rule. She nodded, didn't wait for the tassel to move, took off the big curtain outside, and threw it into the tassel's arms casually, revealing the wide-sleeved silk cotton skirt with a large wooden hibiscus pattern embroidered with light purple inside, and walked inside with a long skirt.

With the curtain raised by Xuanshu, she slowly stepped over the high threshold, turned the nine rosewood floor-to-ceiling dragon screens, and saw her father standing in front of the desk and smiling warmly at her.