The fragrance of tea stretches in the cup, turns faintly, lingers on the tip of the nose, elegant and delicate, like the fruity fragrance of peach. Romance debuts

Murong Qian's brows gradually relaxed in the tea gas, he picked up the cup, put it to his thin lips and took a sip, and cooled it a little before handing it to the slightly dry lips that Hu Qingchen was pursing.

Looking at the amber color of the heat dissipating, he stretched out his hand to touch the warm cup, and suddenly stretched out. Even if Ah Qian is angry with her, he takes care of her like this, in the end she is too willful. A tear rolled out defenselessly, and a "click" splashed into the cup, causing a few ripples.

"It's so decent, why are you still crying?" Murong Qian was shocked by this sound, leaned down, and apologized in a soft tone, "Okay, it's me who is wrong, isn't it okay for me to compensate you?" ”

Hu Qingchen raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes: "You don't have to pay for it, it's me who is wrong, I shouldn't ...... Make a little character—"

Murong Qian looked at Hun Qingchen's aggrieved appearance, and felt distressed, so he stretched out his hand and pulled Hun Qingchen up and took him into his arms. Hu Qingchen did not resist, her head leaned weakly on Murong Qian's chest. The cloud dragon pattern woven with gold thread on Murong Qian's chest rubbed her peach blossom face, and there was a slight pain.

Murong Qian's embrace melted into spring, and his soft voice melted into snow, faintly apologizing: "I'm sorry, Qingchen, I didn't know you cared so much, if I knew, I wouldn't have done it!" ”

The light dust covered his lips and stopped Murong Qian's words, what is the point of arguing about right and wrong? Aqian's intentions, she has never doubted it, but this deep palace like the sea makes her uneasy, and this supreme royal power makes her panic. She was powerless to resist fate, and she didn't want to resist, she just wanted to quietly listen to Murong Qian's real and calm heartbeat and rest peacefully.

I don't know how long it took before she slowly opened her eyes, got up from Murong Qian's arms, and looked at him earnestly: "Ah Qian, can I ask you for a reward?" ”

"I said, whatever you want, I will give it to you!" Murong Qian clasped Hun Qingchen's shoulder and looked into her eyes, "What you want, you just say!" ”

"I want Zhong Xuan to be raised in Yaoguang Hall all the time, under my knees." Hu Qingchen grabbed Murong Qian's arm, "You...... Can you rely on me? ”

According to the laws of the Southern Tang Dynasty, when the prince is full moon, he must leave his biological mother and be raised by a nurse, and he is only allowed to meet on specific festivals. This is, the rule. However, the mother and son are connected, Murong Qian has already made Hun Qingchen lose Li Zhongyu's closeness, how can she be sad again? Although the Southern Tang Dynasty is large, he can be His Royal Highness the Prince, and only one person is required to bear the responsibility of the country. It is, reasonable.

Murong Qian gently stroked the green silk of the light dust: "I am according to you!" ”

Xun Qingchen smiled from the bottom of her heart, she thought she was happy, in addition to the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, she was also Ah Qian's wife, and she was also a mother. Murong Qian is the lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and he has his own difficulties, but in the end he broke the rules and followed her wishes.

Perhaps, even if Murong Qian is not by her side in the future, she will not have to worry about the long days in the palace, not to mention, Ah Qian, has always been.

"After the first time Xiao makeup, Shen Tan took a little note.

Slightly revealing the cloves to people, a song, temporarily leading the cherry to break.

Luo sleeves can be remnant, and the cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash.

The embroidery bed is oblique and delicate, chewing red mushrooms, and smiling at Tan Lang. ”

Concubine Mei's "Yi Hu Zhu" is resentful and satirical, breaking people's liver and intestines; And Murong Qian's rework of "A Pearl" is warm and gorgeous, and it is heart-wrenching!

Hun Qingchen was intoxicated by the lyrics, and she thought that there would be no two pearls in the world that would not have the same love.

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