Gu Chenxiao stopped writing and meditated, feeling a little heartache for his mother. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Since leaving her hometown, twenty years have passed, and the mother concubine has never stepped out of the palace of Kangnan Kingdom, and the golden and brilliant deep palace compound with carved railings and jade buildings has given her unsurpassed honor and robbed her of her precious freedom.

Gu Chenxiao was lucky, fortunately, he was still good at Danqing.

Along the way, whether it is the old courtyard covered with vines and flowers on the windowsill in the homeland of the mother concubine in southern Xinjiang, the mysterious 100,000 mountains, or the grass and trees where she passed, Gu Chenxiao painted the mountains and rivers on the long scroll, ready to bring it to the mother concubine.

It's a bit far to take Xixia, calculate the time, and you should be able to reunite with your mother before the year. Gu Chenxiao remembered that the concubine had mentioned more than once that the ancient tree in the Chengyuan of the Xixia Imperial City could be blessed, and finally chose to deliberately detour to add to this beautiful scene.

Gu Chenxiao lifted the pen and slowly put it down, he couldn't calm down.

The feeling that the girl gave him was too strange. The wind lifted the green veil covering her face, and when he saw her face suddenly become pale in an instant, he actually felt a sharp distress, like being pierced into the heart by a sharp needle, and being violently stirred by someone.

He took a deep breath and allowed the wound to spread, trying to evoke memories in vain.

The old banyan tree in the pen has lush branches, as if it has quietly passed through a thousand years, and then thinking about the mother concubine waiting in the palace, Gu Chenxiao collected his thoughts and silently picked up the pen again.

He didn't realize that he had added the figure of the girl under the tree, hazy and distant, like smudged ink, rippling a little bit.

Seeing that the master put down the paintbrush, Qingquan put away the umbrella, carefully rolled up the scroll, put it in the brocade box on the side, and asked him if he would leave immediately.

Gu Chenxiao looked at the brocade box, and remembered the concubine who was far away in the deep palace, he was not around, and the concubine must be lonely.

At this moment, I was like an arrow, and I wanted to give the order to set off, but I was a little stunned.

He walked a few steps and bent down in front of a clump of bamboo branches, the girl left in such a hurry that she didn't know that she had scratched her skirt.

Gu Chenxiao looked at the low bamboo branches, where there was a wisp of light purple brocade with a light fragrance, and he couldn't help but gently pick it off and wrap it around his fingers.

Murong Wei fled in a hurry, and turned along the path to the other side of Chenghu, where she stood in front of a large verandah with pink walls.

Looking at the tassels that followed her for unknown reasons, Murong Wei's eyes were dark, just like the wind and frost sword, she took a big breath, trying to calm her emotions.

Although the horizontal tassel glance was short, it was sharp and sharp, and the tassel suddenly raised its head and sweated in shock. When she looked at it again, Murong Wei's eyes were clear, her hand was holding the vermilion railing, and she was as calm as a breeze, so that she thought the tassel was in a trance for a moment.

At the end of the verandah is a wooden octagonal pavilion, which is simple but quite clean. The railing is painted vermilion, and the word Yiran on the plaque is ancient and simple, and it looks like it has been some years.

Murong Wei saw that there were tables and chairs inside, and it was convenient to arrive, so she ordered to take a break inside. Tassels and red beans and others hurriedly laid out the brocade mattress cushion, helped her sit down, and then poured a cup of ginger jujube tea from the warm teapot and held it to her.

In such weather, Tassel doesn't know where Murong Wei is interested. She was wrapped in a thick gray squirrel cloak, and her body was not cold, but a pair of new Suzhou embroidered pink satin palace shoes were soaked by the snow, uncomfortable and distressed.

After serving Murong Wei with tassels, she drank ginger jujube tea, observed her words, and saw that Murong Wei was not as interested as Fang Cai, so she smiled and bowed, and said softly: "Princess, the sky is cloudy again, I'm afraid it will snow, let's go back early, don't let Niangniang worry." ”

Seeing Murong Wei nodding, Tassel was happy to chant Buddha in his heart. She gently stomped her numb feet, and saluted and said goodbye: "The princess will sit down for a while, and the slave will go to pass the warm sedan chair over." ”

Murong Wei agreed casually, and had no intention of looking for the Su character engraved on the ancient banyan tree, and the man in white flashed over and over again in front of her eyes.

Gu Chenxiao, the third prince of Kang Nanguo, loved to cover his face with gold armor on the battlefield, and was good at using a spear to sweep thousands of troops and horses.

There are many rumors about Gu Chenxiao, which are often derogatory to praise more than praise. Some people say that he is as cold as ice and his heart is as hard as iron, while others say that he is cruel and irritable.

It is difficult to distinguish between true and false rumors, but Murong Wei has never seen such an unbearable Gu Chenxiao in the rumors.

He is always warm and cheerful in front of her, and he is as smooth as spring, which makes it difficult for her to match the rumored god of war Shura.

The last time I saw Gu Chenxiao was the day Murong Wei was repatriated. In front of the door of Jingyang Palace, the capital of Kangnan, under the dazzling sun, she passed by Gu Chenxiao, who was wearing a shackle and a tattoo on her face.

Gu Chenxiao still gave her a warm smile, and her tears flowed down her face, surging involuntarily. She wanted to touch the tattoo on his face and ask him if he was in pain, but someone behind her pushed her hard, urging her to leave.

Later, she thought more than once that maybe at some time she didn't know, Gu Chenxiao's figure had already stayed in her heart forever.

In that life, Gu Chenxiao was Murong Wei's only friend in Kang Nanguo, and it was her only piece of driftwood in those almost suffocating days. He gave her so much help, but he was also ruined by her.

In the tenth year of Chongming, his father's illness was good and bad, and the queen mother was suspicious of the imperial doctor who diagnosed his father's illness, and after careful investigation, he realized that his father was actually poisoned. The third brother is still young and unable to take on the big responsibility, and the queen mother finally came to the front of the stage from behind the scenes and officially supervised the country.

Internal and external troubles followed, and the Jian'an country, which had only been married to Xixia for only one year, began to show its hideousness, and had the intention of tearing up the contract and fighting back, and several border emergencies overnight, and at the most critical time, Su Duhan, who was guarding the border pass, and his 100,000 army evaporated without a trace.

Kang Nanguo has always been eyeing the five counties in the south of Xixia, and took the opportunity to press the border with large soldiers, proposing that Xixia use the five counties as a supplement and marry Gu Zhengnuo, the imperial brother of Gu Chenxiao and Emperor Kangnan, as a concubine.

The life and death of the father and the emperor are unpredictable, and the queen mother has gray hair overnight, and all the children's private affairs have become a joke when the country is in crisis.

The queen mother did not believe that the 100,000-strong army was annihilated, she was worried, but she could only comfort her aunt on the one hand, and on the other hand, she pinned her hopes on Li Zhifang, the left general who went south to find Su Duhan's army.

The queen mother speculated that Su Duhan must have encountered an emergency, and in order to preserve her strength, she chose to take refuge somewhere temporarily.

A full 100,000 Xixia elites, with Su Duhan's proficiency in the art of war, there will be inevitable losses, but it is impossible to live without seeing people and dead bodies. The queen mother secretly ordered Li Zhifang to leave contact marks along the way, waiting for Su Duhan's rendezvous.