The gentle sunlight sprinkled quietly in the col, quiet as if there was no wind.

At this time, the cold air of winter seems to have been a dream of yesterday, and only the warmth of spring is infinite.

It seems to like a qiē at this moment, with the sky as the cover, the sun as the quilt, and the wild grass as the foreshadowing.

The wild grass underneath me is like a faded natural carpet, very soft.

It is as if you can see a plum tree growing in the stone crevice of the cliff from a distance, and you can touch its elegance even though it is far away. "Novel" novel chapters are updated the fastest

As if slowly retracting his gaze, he said softly to the man next to him; "Husband, look, there is a plum tree on the cliff." At this time, Murong Yichuan, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, hurriedly opened his eyes and asked where he was, as if he was pointing lightly with his hand, Yichuan was busy looking, and sure enough, there was a touch of freshness on a steep cliff in front of him, and even if the plum blossoms were blooming brilliantly far away, it seemed that they were just a few stars at the moment.

Murong Yichuan looked at it and pulled it back to his eyes, and said in an ordinary tone; "This is a wild plum, we have seen it at the border before, it is not surprising." "If you go to Mo Shang spring like jade, if there is a sound of Qiang pipe no one sees, countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge, think about it makes people yearn." As if he was extremely intoxicated in the distance, Murong Yichuan Wan'er, and then pointed to the cliff in the distance, "Who will blow the Qiang pipe again in such a deserted place, not countless plum blossoms falling on the wild bridge, but countless wild plum falling on the mountain stream." "It was like biting his lip lightly, pushing the man with his arm, and said with a slight dissatisfaction;" How can I become more and more unpoetic. Murong Yichuan sighed helplessly, "If I have too many poetic feelings, wouldn't I become the likes of Empress Li." ”

As if there was silence for a moment, he said; "For the emperor, you can still maintain a poetic heart, such as Cao Mengde."

Murong Yichuan carefully considered it before he said; "Your words are also reasonable, but I was not a competent literati, my poetic temperament was also infected by you, speaking of literati I have a headache, the Hanlin Academy of Hellish Academy of people surrendered to me on the surface, but in fact I don't know what to think, if I can really want to drive these scholars and doctors home to farm."

It seems that Zhidao Murong Yichuan is still entangled in the wenti of his own throne, although he has been on the throne for almost two years, such as the peace today, but in the depths of Murong Yichuan's heart, he has been entangled in the origin of his status, because he obtained the throne by improper means, so that he naturally has a sense of unease lingering, and he always feels that everyone in the world is criticizing the legitimacy of his throne. Murong Yichuan is not afraid of those who clearly want to overthrow him, what he is afraid of is the whispering of those Confucian scholars underneath, surrendering to his appearance, and then he can't think of a way to shut his mouth for a while.

"It's actually easy for you to seal the mouths of those scholars, but" Wanruo's words stopped abruptly, pulling a grass and rubbing it back and forth in his hand, seeing that Wanruo's words were halfway through, Murong Yichuan was very anxious, "But what, how can you swallow up with me in a dignified manner." ”

Murong Yichuan stretched out his hand to hold Wanruo's chin and asked eagerly, seeing that he was so anxious, Wanruo didn't say anything, but winked playfully, "Oh, my beloved wife, you say it quickly, I'm really anxious." The more anxious the other party was, the more he closed his mouth tightly, and in desperation, Murong Yichuan used his hand to squeak Wanruo's armpit, he was sure that this trick would definitely work, and sure enough, he seemed to be uncomfortable and hurriedly said Okay, okay, I said, you stop it, itchy. Seeing that the woman told Murong Yichuan to stop, her eyes narrowed slightly, with a little bad intentions, "It's good to be so obedient earlier." "It's like sticking out your tongue, just rightly;" I generally rely on copying scriptures to pass the morning in my spare time, people can only forget what they think can not be forgotten in their leisure time when they are busy, you can find something to do for those Hanlin, so that they have no time to think about it, if they feel the emperor's grace, they will naturally bow down to you, you forget Han Changli's sentence Maxima often has and Bole is not often, Han Changli's worries are now the worries of these Hanlin, since they feel that they are Maxima, then you can be their Bole, so everyone can be happy. ”

As if Murong Yichuan's words made Murong Yichuan suddenly open his mind, he immediately had an idea, "Don't they like to play with the pen, then I will fulfill them." ”

"What are you going to do?" It's like asking.

Murong Yichuan looked up at the cloudless blue sky, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he pondered for a moment, and his gaze fell back on his calm face, "Xiushu, when you were repairing the "Legend of the Daughters", I planned to revise the history of the previous dynasty. I want to not only revise the history of the previous dynasties, but also revise a big book that will make these guys work hard for three years or two years, which is also a political achievement that I have handed over to all the people in the world. ”

After thinking about it, he said with a little concern, "If it's really a big book, Keneng will cost a lot of money." ”

For Murong Yichuan, Wanruo's worries are groundless, "My beloved wife is too worried, now that the treasury is full, it won't cost too much silver taels to repair books, and when I return to the palace, I will work with the prime minister and Zhongshu to make them total." I heard that the white lotus bloomed in the Taiye Pond back then, Tang Xuanzong took Yang Guifei and the Manchu Dynasty to appreciate the lotus, he first pointed to the white lotus of the lake, and then pointed to Yang Guifei beside him, and said to everyone that this white lotus is not as beautiful as my interpretation flower, if you are, you are my interpretation flower, but also my female Zhuge . Murong Yichuan held his hand and said sincerely.

It was like a blushing face, and she lowered her eyebrows shyly, "I'm not that good, I'm not as good as Pan Guifei in terms of posture, not as good as Cao Guifei in terms of docility, and not as good as your Xuanxuan in terms of affection." ”

Murong Yichuan felt that the joints of his fingers hurt as soon as he exerted his hand, "I'm wrong, you're exerting force, and someone's finger will be broken." ”

"It's good that zhidao hurts, do I feel sorry for you zhidao when you poked what you just said?" Murong Yichuan slowly let go of Wanruo's hand, and then pointed to the location of his heart with his finger.

As if there were no words, and then he sat up and found that his hair was a little scattered, but he didn't bring a comb, so he had to comb it with his hands, Murong Yichuan also sat up, and he helped Wanruo tidy up his hair, "It's not a short time for us to come out, let's go back." ”

It was as if he looked at the sun, and then shook his head, "I don't want to go back yet, let's stay for a while, okay?"

The comfort and tranquility at this moment makes it seem like lingering, although they still live together when they return to the palace, but there are people in and out, how can there be only each other's comfort at this moment. There is no burden of three thousand prosperity, only the peace of two hearts, at this moment, only for eternity.

Murong Yichuan said sadly; "It would be nice to stay with you for a while, but I'm already hungry. Aren't you hungry? “

As if shaking his head, "I'm not hungry, I just want to stay like this with you, and stay without anyone to disturb for a day, just like how could we be in Taixu Cave that year, and the seven days and seven nights at that time were a beautiful thing I will never forget in my life." ”

Looking back on the past, the years were as soft as a dream, and Murong Yichuan couldn't help but resonate with Wanru.

No matter how beautiful the past is, it is the past after all, and often those past things that can't be forgotten can only be the past that can't be returned.