The fifteenth full moon is like a disk. ()

He hesitated for a long time before he raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and said respectfully: "It's even colder, Niangniang, let's get back to the palace quickly." ”

She was so weak that he had to pick her up.

I wanted to say "offended"

But he looked up at the Milky Way gargle, the moon was clear, and he was reluctant to use these two alienated words.

He carried her and turned on his horse, lest the galloping wind blow her cold, so he let the horse wander along the river.

The crickets cried in the grass, and the mountain wildflowers were hazy.

The evening breeze lifted the bangs on her forehead and blew his shirt.

Suddenly, she burst into his arms and said, "I'll sing you a song." ”

His heart was shocked, and he heard her sing euphemistically.

Sad and miserable, there is no need to cry when you get married.

I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated.

Her singing echoed on the empty mountain road, and his heart seemed to be drunk, and even if he took his life tonight, he would not regret the trip.

This trip out of the palace was finally thrilling, Lin Jinfeng sent Mo'er back to Tianmang Palace, he stood in the distance, and did not turn to leave until her figure disappeared.

"Mother, you're back, we're all worried about death." Ah Xiu and Qianqian have been guarding the door, afraid that someone will break in without permission, Mo'er confessed to the two of them before leaving, if anyone looks for her, she will say that she has slept peacefully.

Mo'er was tired, so she hurriedly wiped her face and lay down. After boiling the hot bird's nest porridge, she didn't have the heart to eat it, and it was already cold on the table.

Her mind was full of him kneeling on one knee in front of the horse, hanging his head slightly, and rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Wechen has offended, please forgive the mother.

What a micro-minister, what a mother.

She smiled bitterly, but the smile was astringent and stiff, and slowly turned into two lines of tears, which fell into the gold-embroidered bedding and were never seen again.

He still dislikes her, and dislikes her as an imperial princess.

Mandarin duck pillow, acacia quilt, hibiscus pa, exquisite scarf.

The red candle burned out, and Xue'er, who was sitting on the bed, finally lifted the red hijab on her head and looked at the empty room.

"Someone's coming."

A little girl stepped in, "What does the princess command?" ”

"Where's the prince?"

The little girl replied: "The prince is drunk and has fallen asleep in the upper wing." ”

"Got it, you stand down."

Xue'er changed her red clothes and started to the upper wing, and as soon as she pushed the door open, she smelled the smell of alcohol.

Ye Zhen didn't change his clothes, just lying on the bed like that, still holding an empty wine glass in his hand.

Cher walked over, saw that he was pale, his brows were furrowed, he couldn't help but feel distressed, and just about to reach out to get the quilt to cover him, he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Lord Wang..."

He began to murmur, "Mo'er. Moer... ”

Mo'er?

Xue'er was stunned, thinking that he had called the wrong name, and was about to agree, but heard him say incoherently: "Don't leave me. . . Moer... It was I who failed you ... ”

What he said really is indeed Mo'er, who is this Mo'er? Is it the woman he has always thought about?

Xue'er held back the sourness in her heart, brought a wet towel to wipe his face, straightened his body and covered the futon.

She stood aside and hesitated for a while, then finally bent down and took off her embroidered shoes, lifted the corner of the quilt and lay down side by side with him.

The day was already dawn, and the time of the court had long passed, and the emperor allowed him not to go to the court for three days, and to enjoy the joy of the new marriage with his wife.

Ye Zhen woke up, and he didn't know what time it was, he turned his head, and saw Xue'er sleeping beside him, with a pretty face, like a jade beauty.

However, even if there is a woman in the world who is stunning, in his heart, she is not as good as hers.

He looked up at the hollowed-out purple incense ceiling, remembering that on the day he came back from Saibei, he was still wearing a battle coat, still covered with dust, in the emperor's Yixin Palace, he knelt in front of the emperor and said: "Your Majesty, do you still remember what you promised to Weichen?" ”

The emperor smiled: "Of course I do. ”

His face was filled with joy, as if he were a child with good grades, looking forward to an adult's reward.

"Brother Qi said that he wanted a woman from me, but he wanted me to marry?"

He nodded, "Exactly." ”

Mo'er, his Mo'er, he can finally come to ask for her clearly.

The emperor walked down the jade steps and came to him, stretched out his hands to help him up: "Seventh brother, I said that when there are no outsiders, there is no need to be a monarch and a minister. ”

He also smiled lightly, "Eighth brother." ”

The emperor sat on a mahogany chair with him, held the tea cup in his hand and said, "Let me guess who the seventh brother wants from me, and if he guesses correctly, the seventh brother will thank me." ”

He said, "Okay." ”

The emperor put down the teacup and played with it in his hand, and his calm expression just now suddenly became solemn, looking at the map of Chu Zhaoguo hanging on the wall and said: "Others see that my Chu Zhaoguo is strong, don't you know that now there are internal and external troubles, there are Hua's manipulation of half of the country, and there are Li and other countries rising day by day." Prime Minister Hua Cheng's ambition is obvious, he respects me above the court, and forms a party for personal gain under the court. I had always been humble to him, making him think I was afraid of him. I took his daughter Concubine Hua and favored the harem, and he was triumphant, and now the seventh brother has come to me to ask for someone, it must be the youngest daughter of the Washington Mansion, you and my brother are respectful to him, cut his sense of prevention, and one day, he will be killed completely, except for this evil thief. ”

With the sound of the horn, the teacup in the emperor's hand shattered, the tea splashed everywhere, his hand was slid by the fragments, and the blood flowed.

Ye Zhen looked at him for a long time, and his eyes fell on his bleeding hands.

The wind was blowing outside the window, rustling the paper.

He suddenly knelt down in front of the emperor, kowtowed, and said, "The emperor's guess is really right, I thank the emperor for his grace." ”

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get up from the bed, Xue'er was awakened, and hurriedly sat up, "Lord, the concubine serves you to change your clothes." ”

He flicked his sleeves and his face condensed: "No need. ”

Walked out of the door and called: "Ling'er." ”

Ling'er stood under the eaves, heard his voice, and hurriedly walked over and said, "Lord Wang." ”

"Send the war reports from the front to the king's study."

"Yes, lord."

He walked towards the study without looking back, and he didn't change his clothes.

Xue'er stood alone in the wing room like a dead tree, and her heart swelled with boundless sourness.

Mo'er?

Is he so cold to her just for the sake of that woman named Mo'er?

In the blink of an eye, autumn has arrived, the emperor likes hunting, and the forest farm of Jiaqing Mountain has long been ready to welcome the holy driver.

And the concubines of the palace have been trying their best to please recently, and they have tried their best to follow the emperor to Jiaqing Mountain. I heard that Concubine Hua was not favored by the emperor before, but she was fortunate to be selected to go to Jiaqing with the holy car, and after she came back, she was extremely favored.

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