The sky was getting dark, and the girl had a lamp in her hand, and Murong Ling ordered the night banquet to be held in the two flower halls that had been opened, and the screens that were separated were removed, and they were also wide. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In a hurry, the family banquet was a little simple. It's just that the family is sitting around, and there is the eldest son Huanshan's child around his knees, and now the eldest daughter-in-law is pregnant again, and will add Ding in the coming year.

In the old mansion of the Shilang Mansion, the Chen family happily held a night banquet, and waited until they returned to the room late at night, Chen Rujun and Murong Ling had a long talk, and Murong Ling felt cold all over his body.

Looking at her husband, who had always respected and cared for her, Murong Ling wanted to say something but couldn't speak, but Chen Rujun in turn gently held her hand and said with relief: "Madam, there is no need to say more, the Chen family has long been tied to the Murong family. ”

That shocking secret overwhelmed Emperor Chongming, as his sister and brother-in-law, how could he not help him turn the tide.

Chen Rujun knew that as the emperor's wife and brother in the past few years, he must have had unspeakable hardships, but he never thought it would be so heavy. On that day, he needed to withdraw from the officialdom by himself, he had no complaints, and today he needed to make a comeback, and he was still willing to be a bright blade in the hands of his wife and brother.

Afraid that his wife would be worried, Chen Rujun patted his wife's hand comfortingly and gave her a reassuring smile.

In King An's mansion, at the moment of Shen, Mrs. Anguo's wife Chu Zhaohui had already packed up and brought her son and two side concubines into the palace to attend today's Chinese New Year's Eve night banquet.

Looking at the majestic palace, the deep corridor, and the sky surrounded by four corners, Chu Zhaohui silently suppressed the bitterness in his heart.

Because it was a family banquet, Chu Zhaohui did not dress according to the grade, and when he heard that the queen was still taking a nap, he first went to Hanzhang Palace when he was not married to bathe and change clothes.

Her husband is newly mourned, no matter how she can't wear the red that she loves to wear on Chinese New Year's Eve in previous years, she wants to play a play for her mother, and she is not willing to aggrieved Su Rui, who sleeps underground.

The hot water was mixed with milk, Chu Zhaohui half sat in the wooden barrel, let the warm water cover his eyes, and unconsciously burst into tears.

From the day I knew my husband's bad news on the day of Laba, to today, I have been counting every day, every day, every minute and every second is like a year.

"General", Chu Zhaohui silently called in his heart, at this time in previous years, she loved to call him like this, no matter if he was far away at the border or close to her.

Drinking a glass of New Year's wine together is a wish shared by her husband and her.

She went to the border city once and lived in Su Rui's big tent.

In September, the cold wind was already howling, blowing the cowhide tent and whining.

Su Rui wrapped her in a thick cloak and led her to a tall poplar tree in front of the tent. The moon rose, and according to the humble bronze table under the tree, Su Rui took out a wine jug and poured two more glasses of wine.

The moon of the side plug is as big as a silver platter. Under the watery moonlight, Su Rui's smile was clear and cheerful, and a little moonlight sprinkled on his eyebrows, like a fine piece of mercury.

Su Rui's voice was low, but there was irrepressible excitement. He gently wrapped his arms around Chu Zhaohui's thin waist and said to her: "Zhaohui, I respect you, every year in mid-autumn and Chinese New Year's Eve, if you don't return to the capital, I will be here to think about the moon." ”

Chu Zhaohui remembered that she was afraid that the soldiers who were patrolling in the past would see it, and by hiding her shyness with thin anger, she broke free from her husband's arms and said angrily: "Nonsense, where did the bright moon come from on Chinese New Year's Eve?"

Su Rui held her hand, so affectionate, his word by word confession was especially in his ears: "Sijun is like a full moon, and the night is lightened."

Afraid that he would cry, Chu Zhaohui raised his head slightly by looking at the moon, but Su Rui took her head into his arms. For a long time, cold tears fell on his neck.

It was so cold outside, and hot tears flowed down her neck, and turned into cold.

"Go back to Beijing, after many years of guarding, why do you have to suffer like this?" Chu Zhaohui remembered that he had persuaded him like this, not because the emperor was ruthless, but because his brother-in-law had repeatedly persuaded him to return to Beijing.

Su Rui promised his father-in-law that he would guard the door for him. Su Rui raised his head and pointed to the round full moon, "Zhaohui, you see, how round the moon is outside." The same moonlight shines on you in the capital, and also on me outside the fortress. Every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, if I am not by your side, you go north, I go south, in the land of Xixia, let's drink a glass of reunion wine, okay?"

Chu Zhaohui nodded desperately, and quickly raised his face. Afraid that her tears would attract Su Rui, she could only keep looking up at the moon, tears still flowed down her cheeks, as cold as Fang Cai, Su Rui kissed her cheek gently, and sucked her tears dry drop by drop.

"Madam, is this dress good?" Seeing that Chu Zhaohui had not spoken for a long time, Mingzhu was not at ease, so he came in to take a look at the clothes by holding them to her.

Chu Zhaohui raised the plain face of Qing Shui Hibiscus and looked at Mingzhu's beautiful palace clothes.

The newly made moon-white cloud brocade silk robe, with a few blooming eightfold flowers scattered embroidered in light pink, was colorful to the extreme, but in Chu Zhaohui's eyes, it looked like a remnant flower that had not fallen.

The waist is also a knot of the same color, and the corners of the eastern beads hang down, like two lines of clear tears meandering.

The twelve-colored Hunan skirt was embroidered with a large piece of moon-white hibiscus, and the skirt dragged over the purple lichen, and the usual luxury like water made her feel bleak.

In the end, it was too plain, and Mingzhu chose a vermilion phoenix wearing a peony for her, and a white jade buckle with hibiscus flowers on the neckline echoed the white jade hibiscus hairpin on the sideburns.

Is it good, or is it not good? Chu Zhaohui looked at his calm and indifferent face from the bronze mirror, and couldn't find an answer. She didn't want to wear vermilion, and she couldn't wear plain white, every color caressed her skin, like a needle piercing straight into it.

Everyone tacitly concealed her husband's death from the queen mother, and she agreed. I heard that the queen mother changed the doctor a few days ago, and I don't know what the queen mother's situation is now.

Every step she took, the dark vermilion on her body was tormenting, burning her gradually withering heart, drying up into a piece of scorched wood, and she clearly remembered Su Rui's affectionate words that night: "Sijun is like a full moon, and the night is lightened."

"Wen a pot of strong mare's milk wine, come back at night to keep the New Year", Chu Zhaohui heard himself calmly order his subordinates. It was brought back by Su Rui the year before last, and she couldn't get used to drinking it, so she could keep it until today and keep it to drink with him.

Mingzhu agreed, instructed the little palace maid to go down and prepare, and gently grabbed Chu Zhaohui's arm and walked out.

Su Duhan had already changed his clothes, sat in the main hall and waited, and when he saw his mother come out, he held his mother's other arm.

The young man was dressed in a silk brocade robe with five blessings holding clouds and flowers in the green of the lake, and a white hairpin from Hetian jade, with three points of grace in his warm temperament, and his shallow smile seemed to be the warm sun of the rising sun.