The wheel of fate turned again, and the time of two years passed quietly.

In the 113th year of Kaiyuan, there were only two years left before the end of the Seven Kingdoms Contract.

The Hanyang Dynasty ushered in an extremely grand event, and the prince of Hanyang did not hesitate to ascend the throne as the emperor at the age of seventeen, in response to the Hanyang ancestral system, and the ministers recommended him to ascend the throne.

"Sister Wuyao...... Sister Wuyao...... "The chaotic voice in the prince's palace came, and a pink figure inside the gate hurriedly ran towards the political affairs.

"Chuyue, they're all adults, why are they still so frizzy?" Under the corridor in the distance, the woman in a light purple palace dress slowly turned around, looked at the people running in the distance, frowned helplessly, and scolded.

"Sister...... His Royal Highness has already gone to Fengtian Palace, why don't you go with him? Chu Yue stuck out her tongue mischievously, and her red face looked particularly watery.

"Go, why don't you go?" Wu Yao smiled browly, looked at Chu Yue and said: "His Royal Highness the Prince is going to move to Longxiang Palace today, and the things in this Prince Palace have to be sorted out, and His Royal Highness does not like to replace the sundries from the new." ”

"But...... There are things in Longxiang Palace, is it possible to replace those new ones? Hatsuki asked with a puzzled wink.

"Nature." Wu Yao bent his eyebrows and smiled, turned around and entered the house, commanding a group of palace maids and eunuchs to carefully handle His Royal Highness's belongings, Chu Yue was slightly stunned, raised her eyes and looked at the house that had been moved into a mess, her heart was slightly sour, and she didn't know that it had been so long, and His Royal Highness the Prince was about to ascend the throne as the emperor.

The prince of Hanyang ascended the throne as the emperor, a holy decree was announced to the world, six gilded invitations were sent to the six countries, and a month later, the six countries were invited to the banquet in Hanyang, and the enthronement ceremony of the king of Hanyang was watched.

One hundred and thirteenth year, August 21.

In the early morning mist drifted away, fresh and floating, in the splendid palace, the golden bell rang low and solemn echoed in every corner of the palace, and the silent palace also slowly woke up after the golden bell rang.

Jun Mo Xi slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was not the top of the curtain of Su Jin, but the pale yellow gold gauze tent, and the totem outlined by the gold thread on the gold yarn was no longer a dragon, but a five-clawed golden dragon.

"Your Majesty?" The light voice of doubt outside the account came, Jun Moxi was slightly stunned, slowly sat up, rubbed his eyebrows that were a little painful, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, the curtain was opened, Jun Moxi turned his head to look, the empty palace was strange and familiar.

She remembered.

This is the dormitory where my father once lived.

It is the dormitory of the king of Hanyang.

She is already the king of Hanyang.

"Your Majesty, the slave and maid are waiting for you to wash." Wu Yao stepped forward, squatted at Jun Moxi's feet and carefully dressed Jun Moxi's jet-black shoes, the golden silk threads on the upper were particularly shining.

"What day is it?" Jun Mo Xi stood up, his tall body was proud, his raised eyebrows were faintly majestic, his eyes were dark and deep, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed.

"Your Majesty, today is the day for His Royal Highness to return to the palace." Wu Yao bowed his knees slightly and bowed his head in response.

Jun Moxi was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, raised his feet and sat down in front of the dresser on the side, looked at the delicate appearance of the woman in the mirror and said with a smile: "The lonely king has forgotten, the imperial sister has left Beijing for three years, and the imperial concubine can't wait to bring the imperial sister back." ”

"Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness returned to Beijing today, and the Imperial Concubine Niangniang came to invite Your Majesty to go to the palace gate to greet you." Wu Yao's face moved slightly, and he lowered his head and said.

"Do you want the Lone King to go and greet him?" Jun Mo Xi threw down the pearl hairpin in his hand, the cold killing intent in his eyes was undisguised, and he pulled the corners of his mouth sarcastically and said: "It seems that the imperial concubine has not yet understood the identity of the lonely king, if she has any ability to let the lonely king go to greet him in person?" ”

"You go and tell the imperial concubine that if you want to greet the lonely king, let her come and invite her in person!" Jun Mo Xi slowly put together the scattered white hair, the words that came out of his mouth were flat and silent, Wu Yao's hand holding the silver comb trembled slightly, and he whispered, and lowered his eyes and continued to comb his hair for Jun Mo Xi.

"Your Highness, the dragon robe has been prepared." Wu Yao got up and led Jun Moxi to the side of the hanger, bowed slightly and looked at the complicated dragon robe and said to Jun Moxi.

Jun Mo Xi stood still in front of the hanger, looked at the overhauled dragon robe and smiled with satisfaction, the red and black colors were magnificent, the golden silk threads were entwined everywhere, the golden dragon that soared on the hem of the clothes was powerful and serious, the back collar was raised high, and the golden trim on the edge was particularly dazzling.

"Change clothes for the Lone King." Jun Mo didn't hesitate to hook the corners of his mouth lightly and said indifferently.

In front of the main gate of the Hanyang Imperial Palace, Jin Wuwei stood with a gun in the armor of the guards, and in front of the gate of the palace, the imperial concubine was dressed in a dark purple complicated palace dress, standing by several people, and Luo Ji Jingmei accompanied the imperial concubine, and the two years did not bring too many changes to their faces.

"Coming, coming...... Luo Ji's heart trembled slightly, looking at a gorgeous carriage escorted by a group of guards, and her face couldn't hide her joy.

After a gap of three years, he was separated from his daughter and finally reunited, and everyone knew in their hearts that when Jun Xiruo was sent to the imperial tomb, his face was scratched and disfigured by bats, and now after three years, Jun Xiruo's face is better, or is it more serious?

No one knows this answer, and I am a little apprehensive in my heart, you must know that if Junxi's identity is not ordinary, if the injury on his face will not be good, then I am afraid that it will be difficult in the future.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of everyone, and a pretty girl poked her head out, as if she wanted to see if she had arrived, but she didn't want to see the imperial concubine standing in front of the palace gate supported by everyone at a glance, and a look of panic flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly climbed off the carriage and lifted the curtain.

Everyone looked at the carriage with wide eyes, the curtain moved slightly, and they vaguely saw a woman with a veil on her face slowly walking out, supported by the maid and stepping out of the carriage.

"This ...... Is it the Third Highness? The imperial concubine paused slightly, looked at Luo Ji slightly and asked.

"Cover your face, and the concubines can't see clearly." Luo Ji paused slightly in her heart, and looked at the woman in white who came with some surprise, her black hair was black and shiny, and her light steps inexplicably had a sense of nothingness, and she was dressed in white like snow, and there was a feeling of confusion.

"See the imperial concubine." The light and melodious voice sounded, interrupting the thoughts of a group of people, and then they looked at Jun Xiruo in surprise.