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Qin Heng's slender hand gently and carefully caressed the gentle little statue, as if holding a fragile treasure, reluctant to put it down for a long time.

He looked at the woman in the painting carefully, and remembered her deep affection for calling him in his dream, and let out a hearty laugh: "Qingfeng, thank you for your tiredness. It's late tonight, go back and rest. You pass the word, tomorrow morning, let's hurry up and go straight to the Gusu Imperial City. ”

Qingfeng hadn't seen Qin Heng's eyes overflowing with joy for a long time, and he had countless doubts about this woman named Wen Wan. Knowing that this was not the time to interrogate, he suppressed the questions and withdrew.

Qin Heng didn't feel sleepy anymore, he walked to the window, stared at the direction of Xixia Palace from afar, and silently recited the name that seemed to have been called thousands of times over and over again in his heart, revealing a gentle and sentimental smile.

Like the moon is constant, like the sun rising. Although this trip to Xixia is a trek through mountains and rivers, Qin Heng is determined to win, since he has found the trace of the person in his dreams, he must marry her back to Jian'an and enter the East Palace of the Prince.

Qin Heng was not arrogant or impatient when he came, and marched slowly all the way, even if Kangnan's mission was far ahead of him, he did not see any fluctuations. The officials of the Ministry of Etiquette had the audacity to urge slightly, but Qin Heng still smiled.

The accompanying officials did not have his good self-cultivation, and they were anxious one by one. The first few came and were admonished by Emperor Jian'an one by one, and they must assist the prince to achieve the friendship of marriage between the two countries, seeing that Kang Nan was taking the lead, for fear that Gu Chenxiao would take the lead, but he didn't know what Qin Heng had in mind.

These people did not rest, and they were gathered in one place with sad faces. Hearing the words of the breeze, and the horses were whipped up from tomorrow, the group finally saw a smile on their faces.

Hurry up, Qin Heng entered the Gusu Imperial City on the fourth day of the ninth month, and still lived in the Ninghui Hall with Gu Chenxiao as last time.

The two are old acquaintances, and meeting is naturally a broad greeting and a parting friendship. There was Murong Peng by his side, which enlivened the atmosphere even more, and several people talked happily.

I don't know who first mentioned the heavy snow in the old year, Qin Heng revealed the topic to the interesting story of Murong Peng catching a golden chicken in the snow. Murong Peng's handsome face turned red with shame, and said with a smile: "After years of old things, it is worth recalling." At that time, Peng was really naughty, which made the two brothers laugh. ”

Gu Chenxiao loves the house and Wu, and has already saved the heart of maintenance, and said with a smile: "Which one is not from the young and frivolous all the way, the prince of Peng is younger, and he is naturally innocent." Chen Xiao recalls every time, to envy the infinite past, and even more envy your sister and brother. ”

Half-brothers and sisters, Gu Chenxiao is not close. When I was young, I lived in the palace with my mother for a long time, even though I had innocent moments, but I couldn't enjoy sibling affection. There was indeed some truth in Murong Peng's words of envy.

Qin Heng could hear that Gu Chenxiao and Murong Peng's words were close, and there was a lot of protection in his words, thinking that it was not groundless to say that Kang Nan intended to marry Xixia.

Since he has made up his mind to marry Wen Wan, he and Gu Chenxiao are not rivals in love, let alone the interests of the two countries. Thinking of these two in front of him, he will definitely be the pillars of the two countries in the future, and he can be best friends and allies.

Thinking of this, Qin Heng also smiled slightly, as if he was reminiscing and sad: "It's a shame to say that Heng saw that scene of snow fun that day, and he didn't feel stubborn in his heart at all, so he admired it." Heng has been raised by his father's side since he was a child, even though he is doting, what he lacks most is childlike fun, not to mention brotherhood. ”

Thinking about it, although Qin Heng became the prince early, his life experience was the most pitiful, and he had no mother's upbringing since he was a child. No matter how much Emperor Jian'an cherishes and loves him, he is involved in most of his energy by the government and politics, and the time he has to spend on him is limited.

It is also because of this that Qin Heng has developed a quiet temperament since he was a child. When Emperor Jian'an was not around, he sometimes hid in the room alone to read, and sometimes slipped to a place where no one was there and squatted on the grass to watch the ants move, and staying alone was most of the day's work.

Qin Heng mentioned his childhood with a little sadness, which made Gu Chenxiao and Murong Peng sigh.

Shedding the halo on each body, even though each has different experiences, they all have the most joyful and carefree childhood. A few words brought the relationship closer, adding a bit of friendship than the reunion in the lunar month last year.

A few people stopped the old thing, changed their tone, and mentioned the war in the border city.

There are still Hulu in the north of Jian'an, the frontier in the south of Kangnan is restless, and outside the border city of Xixia, there are even more barbarians eyeing the tiger, and there will be wars from time to time. Fortunately, Goryeo and Fuso are still peaceful, and the sea is calm.

Qin Heng and Gu Chenxiao are older, and they are naturally keen to see problems. When the two talked eloquently, Murong Peng listened and explored more, and occasionally made a little suggestion, which was pertinent and natural.

Looking at the joy, he said goodbye to the two of them, and when he came out of Ning Hui Palace, a trace of frustration appeared imperceptibly on Murong Peng's face.

The age gap is insurmountable, even though several Taifu have taught carefully, and Chen Rujun has mentioned it from time to time, Murong Peng feels that it is difficult to achieve a thousand miles in a day. Talking with the two highnesses today, Murong Peng immediately realized that his vision was not long-term enough, his vision was not comprehensive enough, and he lacked the courage to control the overall situation.

It's like a good general is easy to get, but a handsome one is hard to find. He can be the most courageous vanguard on the battlefield, but he lacks the calmness of the Chinese military tent.

Most of the half-year's experience is not short, Murong Peng usually tries to compare his own ideas with his father's decision, several times he thinks that he thinks about it perfectly, but Chongming will always point out small mistakes.

It seemed that he had reached a bottleneck, and Murong Peng felt that he had stopped moving. His growing silence was mixed with his own uncertainty and suspicion of himself, and he was obviously guilty of being a great taboo for a monarch.

Murong Peng suddenly didn't want to go back and face the endless general history and maps, he wanted a moment of indulgence.

Sent the people who followed him back to the palace first, and he only brought Xiao Chang with him, Murong Peng silently went to the imperial garden, sitting by the lake and leaning under a big willow tree.

At a young age, the expectations given to himself are too perfect, Murong Peng just wants to share the burden on his shoulders with his father, but he forgets that pulling out seedlings and helping them grow is itself a kind of extremism.

The rugged figure of the big willow tree made his back hurt, Murong Peng's slightly frowning eyebrows were tangled into a thin line, his lips were tightly pursed, and he was illuminated by the sunlight sifting between the trees, and his slightly immature little face was depressed and settled that did not match his age.

With a ding dong, accompanied by a light smile, a few small ripples rippled on the surface of the lake under Murong Peng's feet, and water splashed on his white little face, which also wet his lake-green brocade robe.