That day, Xianrou didn't like to go out very much, she was always stuffy in the room, and it was useless to persuade her.

The Yan Palace is still in order, but the world is about to be chaotic. It may be an exaggeration to say that the world is a bit exaggerated, after all, Jin Guo did not dare to publicize the matter of losing the princess, but now that it has been more than two months, there is no news at all, Ji Ziqian has long suspected that Xian Rou was taken away by Yuan Jing, but he sent Xia Yi to investigate, but there was no clue, which was very bad Ji Ziqian, who has always been calm and calm.

Although the floods on the Chu side have subsided, the post-disaster reconstruction has hindered the heart of the Chu State to attack the Jin State, so he can only quietly put pressure on Ji Ziqian.

Ji Ziqian couldn't control this game, not to mention his heavy losses, if this Baili Xianrou really couldn't come back, then the Chu State would definitely raise troops to go north, at that time, it was not the Jin State that could easily resist it.

On this day, Xian Rou sat on a soft collapse in the room, the weather has been cold in recent days, and the wind outside is blowing very loudly.

There is no doubt that the last shock of Xian Rou not only did not worsen the condition, but made Xian Rou's memory recover little by little, or in a dream, or in her leisure time, a sudden headache.

What's more undoubted is that the recovered memory makes Xian Rou unable to face it, so she can't go out, Yuan Jing just thinks that she is frightened and needs time to ease, but she didn't expect that in these days when Xian Rou didn't go out, everything has quietly changed.

She remembered that she was born again, and although she could never remember what happened in her previous life, the things of this life returned to her original place.

Xianrou got up slowly, went to the side of the Konghou, and knelt on her knees again, she touched the strings with her fingers, and the clear sound started, she remembered that in the Si Le Si of the Chu Palace, there was the phoenix head of the princess Zhaode of the previous dynasty, and that kind of Konghou, than the one in front of her, and exquisite, and magnificent.

Envy gently swept the strings, and sang in harmony:

The cicada is poignant. On the long pavilion late, the showers first rested.

The capital tent has no clue, and the nostalgia and the blue boat are urging.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times. Even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival.

Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

This past year should be a good day and a good time.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who to say.

This is Liu Yong's words, word by word, but with envy and tenderness.

Somehow, I cried again. At the end of the song, Xian Rou suddenly realized that she was going to lose it, and she would lose such a person as Yuan Jing who could be relied on.

Just thinking about it, Yuan Jing pushed the door in, there were some complicated emotions in his eyes, he looked at Xian Rou, and felt that the ominous premonition was about to come true.

"Envy..."Yuan Jing opened his mouth with some hesitation. What Xianrou sang and played, why is it so poignant. ”

Xianrou closed the voice, raised her eyes to look at him, suppressed the urge to pounce, and said coldly: "You are here." ”

Seeing this, Yuan Jing was a little flustered, and suddenly remembered the purpose.

"In a few days, it will be the Naadam meeting, and I will take you there."

Xian Rou shook her head, pointed to the seat next to her, and said softly, "You come and sit." ”

Yuan Jing was stunned in his heart, but he also sat down according to his words, Xian Rou turned to look at Yuan Jing sideways, looked at it for a long time, opened his mouth several times, but he didn't know how to phrase it, and finally his eyes were moist again, and the big tears fell on the back of Yuan Jing's hand on his lap.

"I've got it all figured out, Yuanjing."

When Xian Rou spoke, her voice trembled a little, she didn't indulge in crying, but let the tears fall.

"The person I want to marry is not you, it's Ji Ziqian."

Her voice was full and steady, and her eyes were looking directly at Yuan Jing.

"Let me go, Yuanjing, the world should be in chaos."

When the words fell, Xian Rou looked at Yuan Jing directly, but she didn't speak anymore.

Yuan Jing pursed his lips slightly, not much, but he raised a smile, and smiled as usual, full of vitality, if it weren't for the mixed bitterness: "Okay." ”

Xian Rou nodded, Yuan Jing paused slightly, but finally didn't say anything, he got up and stood upright, turned his back, turned his back slightly, and came over slightly, the cold light hit his face, and the contours were clear: "If you want, I can tell the world immediately." ”

Xianrou opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, she just sat there, hanging her head.

Yuan Jing waited for a few seconds, but there was no response, so he left without looking back.

To this day, Yuan Jing has probably only penetrated his heart, how much he hopes that Xian Rou can stay, in addition to the Chu State behind her, what he wants more is her company. Although he became the Great Khan not long ago, he was still alone when the other brothers were married and took concubines, and he was used to being alone, and he had no other thoughts at all.

Xianrou also didn't understand what kind of thoughts Yuan Jing was based on for treating him.

It was only when the wooden door was slightly closed that Xian Rou said a sentence in a low voice: "I have been getting along for months day and night, and I have also shared the same bed, although I am innocent, how can there be no ripples on my heart." It's just Yuanjing, probably because I don't deserve your tenderness, no matter what you think so far. ”

This farewell, but this time it will be missed, and there will be no regrets.

On the day Xian Rou left, Yan Gong was unexpectedly quiet, Yuan Yao pulled Xian Rou with red eyes and refused to let her go, and said that she had deceived her and felt that she was unhappy in her heart.

Naturally, everything Yuan Jing has been arranged, he stood in front of the main hall, looked at Xian Rou and said: "I have sent someone to take care of the small village farmers outside Kaifeng City, Kaifeng belongs to the territory of Chu State, smart as you, know what to do." ”

The voice was as clear as ever, and the eyes were clear, and there was nothing unusual to see.

Xian Rou stared at him for a few seconds, and then gave a salute: "Thank you, Great Khan." ”

A resounding sentence, but cut off all the implications between the two. "In the past three months, I was rescued by the farmers and taken care of them, and now my memory has recovered, and I sent someone to deliver a letter to the Jin Palace."

Yuan Jing raised his chin and smiled as usual, "Cherish." ”

Xian Rou also smiled back, turned around and prepared to leave, but in the end she left a trace of attachment, she walked a few steps and turned back, hugging Yuan Jing tightly.

It turned out that she was still greedy for such a hug, such warmth, and such a heartbeat.

Yuan Jing was stunned for a moment, but did not put his hand on her waist and hugged it back, but just quietly let her hold it until Xian Rou let go of his hand.

Xianrou sniffed and said, "Thank you." Then he turned around and walked away without looking back. Xian Rou rode the carriage and quietly drove out of the Yan Palace through the side door.

The yellow sand was swept in the air by the wind, and Yuan Jing stared at the direction of the carriage that had long disappeared, and his eyes were somewhat affectionate.

The envy that regained her memory returned to the softness, maturity, and even dullness she had at the beginning, and she was carefree and innocent without losing her memory. I don't know why, Yuan Jing's heart is like being scratched by a thin needle, distressed, really distressed, such envy. It was as if she was carrying too much of a burden, and she had lost her truest self.

What did a teenage girl go through to be so unsuitable for her age, Yuan Jing thought like this, he almost had an impulse to protect this woman's innocence for a lifetime, but God didn't give him a chance after all.

No matter what, after many years, we will meet again, and I don't know what a beautiful person should look like.