The sky is as clear as a wash, so clear that not a thin cloud floats. Purple You Pavilion Murong Qian and Hun Qingchen stood side by side on the high platform above the palace wall, looking at the city gate.

The autumn wind was blowing, blowing the tassels in the ears of the light dust, and the sound of fragments drifted out, plucked onto the drum, and resonated with the horn of the envoy.

The mighty procession, like migrating geese, accompanied by bursts of drums, surged out of the city gates. All kinds of flags and flags are raised in the wind, like goose wings soaring, towards Bianjing of the Central Plains Dynasty, and gradually turning into a distant line.

By the time they returned, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival three years later.

The lotus flowers around Chengxin Hall have gradually withered, and on the moon-white curtains, the floating fragrance of flowers has dissipated, but the ink fragrance that can be infected is becoming more and more intense.

Murong Qian put the pen on the inkstone, looked at the eyebrows drawn on the rice paper, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Li Zhongxuan gently tugged at Murong Qian's sleeve and tilted his head to look at him: "Daddy, okay?" ”

"That's it!" Murong Qian reached out and touched his head, bent down and picked him up, "Oh, look, who is this?" ”

Li Zhongxuan looked at the picture scroll, his eyes widened: "Daddy, mother, and ...... Li Zhongxuan! ”

Murong Qian was amused by Zhong Xuan's childish voice, bent the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile: "Xuan'er, if you take this painting to your mother's palace, she will definitely be happy." ”

Li Zhongxuan tilted his head and thought about it, and then shook his head vigorously: "Daddy is happy!" ”

Murong Qian put Li Zhongyu down, rolled up the painting and put it in his little hand: "Well, if Xuan'er doesn't believe it, you can go back to Yaoguang Hall to try!" ”

"But......" Li Zhongxuan refused to move with his hands behind his back, "Daddy obviously said it." Mother, mother, mother made a table of dishes, and waited for Daddy to have a meal together! ”

"Zhongyu is good!" Murong Qian touched Li Zhongxuan's head, "You sue your mother, saying that Daddy has an important guest to visit today, and he will come over later." ”

"Really?" Li Zhongxuan's eyes lit up and said, "Daddy is not allowed to bluff people!" Daddy has to be good too! ”

"Go quickly, don't let your mother wait in a hurry!"

When Li Zhongxuan heard this, he held the scroll tightly in his arms, and ran out in a hurry, Murong Qian looked at the small figure that melted into the sunset, and the corners of his mouth floated with a touch of relief.

Xun Qingchen leaned on the door of the Yaoguang Palace, watching the afterglow of the sunset outside the house sink little by little, the red glow slowly faded into the inky sky, and in the night sky, quietly, a full moon rose.

Like frost and moonlight, sprinkled on the body, it was so cold that it shivered.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, all dynasties and dynasties had to feast on the ministers and celebrate in the palace. But since Murong Qian's accession to the throne, the Southern Tang Dynasty has never had such an extravagant and flashy Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. The people of the Southern Tang Dynasty all said that the lord of the country was diligent, thrifty and honest, which was the blessing of the Southern Tang Dynasty, but who knows how many calculations were staggered in the joy of coveting; Under the moonlight, how many killing machines are frozen in ice!

Xun Qingchen unconsciously touched a star mole on his cheeks, counting the years, the thirteen-year period of Hou Shu is not far away, this country is bound to be in chaos again. Thinking of this, Hu Qingchen sighed unconsciously, where does she still have the leisure to worry about the court situation now? There is only a trace of life soul left in this soul lock mole, without the protection of divine power, her body has gradually become a little poor in the past three years, and her body that was once not afraid of cold and cold can now withstand a few rays of cold light. All she can do is to hold on to the warmth around her and spend the rest of her life in peace.

A cloak wrapped up from behind: "Niangniang, be careful!" ”

Hu Qingchen tightened his cloak tightened on his body: "Qingnu, why hasn't Xuan'er returned after all these hours?" ”

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