Colorful fireworks take away the darkness of the night, and the stars and moon in the sky lose their color. Shu Xuan

The palace has not been so lively for a long time, and the fireworks in the sky are colorful and wantonly, and each one is dazzling. Murong Yichuan and Wanruo left Hanyuan Hall surrounded by everyone and boarded the Linchun Pavilion to watch the fireworks.

Seeing the colorful fireworks in the sky, she didn't expect Murong Yichuan to be so attentive to herself, from the canonization of the hall to the specifications of the banquet, and to today's fireworks show, all of them have to spend some thought, and at the same time, she also has a hunch that this grand canonization hall will cause dissatisfaction among everyone, the impeachment of the official must be in the period of national mourning, Emperor Zhongzong died in a month, and the Ximen Donghai with the prince has fled, it must be the external trouble of the Taizheng Dynasty.

Murong Yichuan looked sideways, his eyebrows locked slightly, and he hurriedly asked in a low voice, Ruoruo, are you unhappy?

As if he was busy coming to his senses, he smiled, and said that it is rare that you are so attentive to me, how can I not be happy, but-as if I didn't know how to say it, so I swallowed the words back.

"Just what?" Seeing that he had said something, Murong Yichuan hurriedly asked.

It was as if he bit his lip, looked at the fireworks in the sky and said quietly, It's just that I don't like to be lively, and I am a little tired after tossing for so long a day, for fear of disappointing the emperor. In fact, she didn't think so in her heart, she just used a perfunctory statement that could prevaricate, she didn't want to say what she was worried about, in order not to live up to Murong Yichuan's intentions.

Murong Yichuan believed Wanruo's words, and instantly his eyes became gentle as water, and he said with pity, Since this is the case, they should each disperse, and we will go back to Zhaoyang Palace together.

The husband and wife have not eaten or slept together for almost a month, so they both yearn to be alone at the moment.

Before he could speak, Murong Yichuan called Qin Ming, the newly appointed chief eunuch of Taiji Palace, over, "Tell everyone that I and the queen will go first, and when the fireworks are gone, they will also disperse." ”

As soon as the words fell, Murong Yichuan took care of himself and walked towards the outside of the palace, Ping'er and Su Su and Wanruo's maid Chunhong sisters, Liu Bao, the chief eunuch of Zhaoyang Palace, and the palace maid Mandarin Duck and others followed in the background.

The evening breeze was gentle, blowing warmly on the people, as if they were heading towards Zhaoyang Palace with Murong Yichuan.

There are many orchids planted around Zhaoyang Palace, and now it is time for the orchids to bloom, and the faint evening breeze diffuses the fragrance of orchids. In the past, Queen Xiao loved orchids, so only orchids stood out in her Zhaoyang Palace, but now orchids are still smiling in the spring breeze, but they have changed to cherish flowers.

The lights of Zhaoyang Palace are still dim, but the owner has changed.

As if he never thought that he could become the master here, thinking about the former Empress Xiao, I can't help but feel a little uncomfortable, Queen Xiao, who had infinite scenery in the past, is now lonely and old in Ningshou Palace. Although Empress Xiao has no children and no favor, she was once the lord of Liu's harem who was in charge of the phoenix seal after all, and after all, she can still get the occasional reminder of Emperor Tiande, the crown prince Murong Zhi is far from his biological son, but after all, he was raised by Empress Xiao, and the mother and son have a deep relationship. Now the husband who has fallen has gone west, his son does not know his whereabouts, and Zhaoyang Palace, which has brought him infinite glory, has also changed its owner. It's just that the concubines of the harem appeared at the canonization ceremony tonight, but Queen Xiao did not appear, as if she understood Empress Xiao's mood at the moment, and now she only sees the newcomer proud, and does not hear the old crying, please dial the emperor's family.

Murong Yichuan took Wanruo's hand and walked into Zhaoyang Palace and went straight to the dormitory.

As soon as I walked into the dormitory, I couldn't help but be shocked, the furnishings here were exactly the same as the furnishings of my own Funing Palace, the only difference was that each artifact was carved with a golden phoenix. The stall of the dragon and phoenix is auspicious, the quilt of the dragon and the phoenix depend on each other, the dragon and the phoenix acacia pillow, the Qian screen window, the pearl chain, the guqin is quiet, the wishful and exquisite, the painting of the phoenix is hung on the wall, and next to it is a delicate and unique golden phoenix sword, symbolizing the supremacy of the phoenix power.

As if he was tired of sitting on the edge of the bed, each candle was as thick as a child's arm, and the whole room was as bright as day, although it was more spacious than his own Funing Palace, but the shadow of Queen Xiao in the past was gone, and now it was all her shadow. I didn't expect that in just over half a day, all of my qiē in the Funing Hall were moved, and even my accustomed dressing mirror and thrush pen did not fall. Murong Yichuan is not able to say that the kings of the Taizheng Dynasty can't do this for such a supreme favor, even Feiyan Yuhuan has to bow down.

"I heard Ping'er say that you can't give up the qiē of the Funing Palace, so I ordered someone to move all the qiē there before you move into the Zhaoyang Palace, now you can rest assured?" Murong Yichuan sat down next to him, and stretched out his hand to take Wanruo, who was still looking around, into his arms.

There was a crystal in his eyes, and he said with tenderness that I was relieved, Yichuan, you make me feel like I can't get cold from a high place.

Murong Yichuan laughed indulgently, and said domineeringly Even if it is really a high place that is unbearable, and I am standing side by side with you in a high place, as long as you have me, you will not be grateful for the cold, the so-called high place is not cold is said by a lonely family who is unaccompanied, and you and I husband and wife are two by one, even if we stand in the clouds, we will not be lonely and lonely, are you right?

She nodded and muttered that it might be so, but Zi Yan still refused to forgive us.

Murong Yichuan said disapprovingly, it's okay to take it slowly, and besides, Zhongli Wenjun will help Zi Yan open the knot in her heart. If you just need to be a good ruler of Zhaoyang Palace and enjoy the wealth and glory, don't think about anything else.

"Okay, I listen to you all, Yi Chuan, I don't expect you to be a generation of saints like the three emperors and five emperors, I just hope that you can treat the people well, treat people generously, implement benevolent governance, so that the people can enjoy peace and tranquility, and avoid the people first, the second son of Sheji, and the king light." As if staring at Murong Yichuan with a straight look, he seriously said his inner expectations.

Murong Yichuan nodded solemnly at Wanruo's exhortation, "With a good wife like you by my side, even if I want to be a faint king, it will be difficult." ”

It was like a smile, and he said angrily that he was afraid that in the future, the emperor would have three thousand beauties in the harem, and he would only ignore the warbler and ignore me.

Murong Yichuan frowned, and said unhappily that he would make me unhappy again, I was really angry.

"The concubine wants to see the emperor, and now he is angry and the same as in the past." It's like a playful one.

Murong Yichuan lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips, and then pretended to be serious and said that I want to punish you.

I don't know how the emperor punishes his concubines?

Murong Yichuan deliberately frowned, as if he had been thinking about it for a long time, and said that he would punish you for grinding.

"Does the emperor want to compose poetry?" He asked softly as if he got up slowly.

Murong Yichuan also got up and helped him to the outhouse, and the lights outside were much brighter than inside.

The husband and wife went straight to the yellow rosewood table in front of the window, on which were placed pen, ink, paper, inkstone and books Qin Qi, which were placed according to the habit of being in the Funing Palace.

As if he had finished researching ink, he laid out a piece of rice paper, and handed the pen to Murong Yichuan, who was already seated.

Murong Yichuan took the pen that seemed to be handed over, held it in his hand and pondered for a while, and then lifted the pen in his hand, and a poem of seven words jumped on the paper between the brushes.

Embraced by the beauties of the country, who dares to talk to me about heroes.

Just wait for the thief to be cut off and enjoy the peaceful twilight dynasty.

These short and twenty-eight words express all of Murong Yichuan's mood at the moment.

Murong Yichuan is now in his hands, and his lover is by his side, which is considered to be no regrets, but Ximen Donghai and Murong Zhiyuan are one of their heart diseases that make them unable to sit back and relax, the so-called pillow does not allow others to sleep soundly, I don't kill Boren, Boren will kill me.