On the first day of An Sui's illness, it was the canonization ceremony of Concubine Xian.

"Flattery of heaven, relying on mercy, edict, concubine Yan, respectful and prudent, Xiu Yu famous, virtuous Huicheng, long Zhao Shuhe, registered as a virtuous concubine. Chin this! ”

"Thank Emperor Longen!"

An Sui took a few steps down and placed the holy decree in Concubine Xian's hand, "Congratulations Niangniang!" ”

Concubine Xian just smiled slightly, "Lord An, congratulations to this palace, I really don't know if it's true or false?" ”

"Whether Weichen is sincere or not, in fact, is it so important to Niangniang?" An Sui Si set aside a thousand catties, "The emperor and the queen are still waiting for the mother in Kun'an Palace!" Congratulations to the mother! ”

Concubine Xian sneered, then turned around and left.

Concubine Xian is now wearing Concubine Xian's court dress, the vermilion bottom, the pattern is all made of gold thread, the crown is also made of hollow gold sheets, a green silk combed into a Chinese bun, embellished with pearls during the period, plus that of the gorgeous clothes are gorgeous.

But no matter how An Sui looked at it, he felt that under that glamorous dress was just a bluff of flesh, and Concubine Xian was born with a pair of red phoenix eyes, which was naturally charming, but the corners of those eyes gave birth to a faint melancholy.

In this palace, even if you really pet the harem, what can you do?

In the prosperity of life, it has fallen all at once, just like the Weiyang Palace of Weiyang, but for decades, how many people still remember that there was a Queen Mao in this palace and a Concubine Ning. In this palace, Hongyan is always afraid, but Wen Jun has two intentions and one fear.

As Taiyizu once said to Queen Mao, "I will never forget." ”

However, people's hearts are fickle, and how long can eternal aspirations last.

When Concubine Xian walked away, An Suicai breathed a sigh of relief, and walked out with a few little palace maids, and the footsteps from far and near came and went.

Although there were men and women, light and heavy, those footsteps were all in the same direction, and that direction was all for the joy of Concubine Hexixian's promotion.

"Today is my sister's joy, let's go to congratulate you, and it should be." Yan Shumao didn't finish speaking, but swallowed it raw.

Stretched out his hand and took Zong Zhengyu beside him, but he felt the stiffness of the people around him, and when he looked up, he saw that Zong Zhengyu's eyes fell directly on An Sui's body, no matter how Yan Shumao hinted, he couldn't even move his footsteps when he saw An Sui.

An Sui straightened away from Zong Zhengyu's eyes, and gave a flat salute to Yan Shumao and Zong Zhengyu.

Yan Shumao's eyes turned slightly, and then Yingying said, "It turned out to be Lord An!" I heard that the emperor specially asked Lord An to be the envoy of the lower official and the lord Zongzheng, and the lower official thought that Lord An worked hard in the palace, and he had to run around so much for the lower official and the lord Zongzheng, so I really don't know how to be grateful to the lord. ”

"This arrangement is the emperor's good intentions, if the two adults want to thank the emperor, they can thank the emperor for his kindness." An Sui raised his eyes and glanced at Zong Zhengyu.

But the eyes were still as cold as iron, as if they didn't have any feelings, they were a pair of unfamiliar eyes, they shouldn't have appeared on An Sui's body, let alone An Sui's eyes looking at him.

An Sui has always had only herself in her eyes, and at that time, she was the only one in her eyes. Although her eyes were clean and clear, she was full of joy when she saw herself.

But now, she looked at him as if she were looking at a stranger, and she seemed to have torn herself out of her eyes, heart, and memory.

Yan Shumao smiled with great satisfaction, and took out something from his arms, "Although Lord An is polite, the lower officials can't really give nothing." If the subordinate wants to give something to Lord An, Lord An must be subordinate, this is a real little intention of the lower official. ”

Yan Shumao's hand clearly lay quietly with a small piece of wood.

Zong Zhengyu's eyes widened at first, and then he touched his body for a long time before he realized something, and he reached out to snatch the piece of wood from Yan Shumao's hand, but he didn't want to follow but had already reached out and took the piece of wood.

An Sui stared at the piece of wood in her hand for a long time, and she completely recognized the piece of wood, which she had placed in his hand that night when she promised her heart to Zong Zhengyu.

This is the custom of Jindi, if a woman has a sweetheart, she will give her name and birth date on the wooden tablet to the sweetheart.

The wood chips are both tough and fragile, and like their owners, they should be kept in the palm of their hands and treasured.

An Sui smiled, but she couldn't see her emotions rise and fall in that smile, just a slight "click", Zong Zhengyu almost exclaimed, and the wood chip was broken in half in her hand.

"Actually, if you don't want it, you don't have to give it to me, just destroy it. Or, if you burn it, it's just an inconspicuous thing for adults anyway, and if you lose it, no one will find out what it once carried. An Sui's voice seemed to tremble a little, but after a while, it was as if she had regained all her calm.

Yes, I don't even want my heart, what else do I want these things to do!

"By the way, when the emperor gave the marriage, the official was sick, and he was sick yesterday, and he didn't have time to congratulate the two adults on their great joy. Today, I would like to congratulate you here! ”

Zong Zhengyu trembled his lips and said softly, "Ah Sui, Ah Sui......" But there was no more follow-up.

An Sui left straight away, but Zong Zhengyu didn't care about Yan Shumao's pull, and hurriedly turned around, wanting to call An Sui, but didn't know how to speak.

He heard a loud sound, and there were two more purple bamboo flutes on the ground, and the names of "Zong Zheng Yu" and "An Sui" were originally standing at the end of the bamboo flutes, but now they were scratched, just like their fate.

The sudden fate also carved their hearts with traces.