It is said that the former Fuwang Mansion is now the Anguo Mansion of Shangguan Tianjue, although the owner has changed, but the court is still the same.

There used to be only one laurel tree in the Guogong Mansion, but now the garden is a forest of laurel trees, just because the owner misses his sister.

Gui is Ping'er's favorite, and now that the beauty is gone, it is difficult to leave only the fragrance, and it is difficult to find it.

Osmanthus fragrant, full of soft yellow eyes, Shangguan Tianjue stood silently under the laurel tree in a daze, he held a jade flute in his hand, between the eyebrows is endless sadness and desolation, last year's flowers were goodbye, now the flowers are blooming for another year, the world is unpredictable, how many soul dreams have been lost. Since Ping'er went, Shangguan Tian was definitely more lonely than before, and he was even more silent, and every day in addition to official business, he practiced martial arts in the mansion or drank alcohol, and the whole person looked very depressed. He followed the first Yue Gong in the palace to learn to blow the flute, more than half a year has passed, such as today, he has been able to play many good tunes, during which Murong Yichuan also pointed him out a lot, if he is in the depths of the sky, he will use the jade flute in his hand to complain.

The evening breeze gradually rose, the night was dewy and heavy, Shangguan Tianjue was still standing under the laurel tree for a while, looking at the flowers of the tree for a while, and looking at the stars in the sky for a while, and what flashed in front of his eyes was his sister's warm smile.

"Brother Shangguan, it's not too early, let's go back and rest." A gentle voice broke the silence, and then Tianjue's shoulders were draped in a coat, looking back at the light moon and light was Su Su's docile touch, and a warmth crossed his heart.

A month ago, Murong Yichuan had issued an edict for marriage, and Tianjue and Su Su were already unmarried couples, and they would get married on Chongyang Day.

Originally, Shangguan Tianjue wanted not to marry for life, but his master was sloppy and Taoist gave him a hexagram saying that he had a good wife and a beloved son in his life, and he would never dare to disobey this fate, and he was afraid that because of his stubbornness, he would delay Su Su's golden years, but when Murong Yichuan's edict of marriage came down, Tianjue accepted it calmly, and he was still indifferent to Su Su.

Shangguan Tianjue swept his gaze away from Su Su's face, and said lightly, you go back and rest, and the osmanthus cake you made is very good, and there is no difference between peace. Su Su spent most of the day to make a cage of osmanthus cake for the day to eat, in the past every year at this time Ping'er will make osmanthus cake, before the palace did not have osmanthus trees when she went outside to find, are personally picking flowers, personally make snacks.

Susu Judo; "It's good to taste with you, and I'll make more tomorrow and send it to the palace for the emperor and Niangniang to taste."

Shangguan Tianjue said silently, "It's up to you, how is the mother lately?"

Now Shangguan Tian must not enter the harem, and it is difficult for him and Wanruo to meet alone.

Su Su said calmly; "It's all right."

The next day, Su Su sent the best osmanthus cake to Zhaoyang Palace to taste.

It was as if after tasting a piece of pastry, he was full of praise for Su Su's craftsmanship, "Ping'er's is comparable, if only she could taste it, I have always been inexplicably uncomfortable in the past two days, presumably because of the old people, Su Su, you said that Ping'er can see osmanthus over there?"

Seeing that she was so sad, Su Su was relieved, "Niangniang, don't think nonsense, the slave maid heard that people are going to drink a bowl of Meng Po soup after crossing the bridge, and then I don't remember anything about it, presumably Sister Ping doesn't remember us either." ”

It's like pinching the osmanthus in the vase; "Yes, she should have forgotten us, but we just can't forget her."

Xiangling has been in Zhaoyang Palace for ten days, she is smart and knows the rules, and soon gets along well with the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace, and Qian Xue also likes this playmate who is a few years older than herself, and the two are almost inseparable.

By chance, it was as if he saw Xiangling squatting alone under the plane tree and pinching a yellow leaf silently, so he walked over and squatted down and asked softly, "Xiangling, why are you here alone?" Xiangling saw that she was busy getting up and saluting; "Back to Niangniang, Xiangling wants to stay alone for a while."

As if reaching out and caressing Xiangling's little face, he continued to ask softly; "Do you miss your father?"

Hearing the word Dean, Xiangling was first moved, and then looked as usual, and said in a sincere tone that Xiangling didn't.

It was like I was distressed and hugged Xiangling Road; "Don't lie with me, if you miss your father, tomorrow I want Cuicui to accompany you back to Ningguo Mansion to live for a while, if you don't stay in this palace, tell me."

In the face of Wanruo's concern, I saw Xiangling's eyes foggy, but the little girl still shook her head stubbornly, and said in a firm tone that it was okay to be in the palace, the mother and the princess treated Xiangling very well, and Xiangling didn't want to go out. Both the father and the queen mother said that Xiangling would follow His Royal Highness the King of Jin.

As if he understood that Xiangling was Xiao Suyuan's hostage in the palace, in order to keep the Xiao family safe and show his loyalty to the emperor, he was very sad to think that Xiangling had become a victim of political interests at a young age, but no matter how much he pitied her, he couldn't do anything after all.

Murong Yichuan has been tired after dealing with a day's government affairs, since he accidentally fell and injured his waist two years ago, he has been left with sequelae, low back pain every three or five times, especially now every day, often sitting for several hours, the lumbar spine can not stand it, often at night the back pain is severe. For this reason, it is like a waist massage with too medicine. Murong Yichuan lay on the bed as usual, as if massaging his waist.

As if thinking of Xiangling's matter, I wanted to ask for a favor for the girl, "At noon, I saw Xiangling sitting alone under a tree to describe her sadness, she must be homesick." “

Murong Yichuan was looking at the calligraphy that seemed to be copied, and when he heard her say about Xiangling, he said very casually that it was normal for filial sons to be homesick, and it would be fine slowly.

It's like a way; "I think she is too young to be in the palace, can you promise me to send the child back to the Ningguo Mansion, think about her leaving her father and mother at such a young age, and it is really pitiful to come to the palace to be a female official."

Murong Yichuan said very disdainfully; "What is she pitiful, wearing gold and silver in the palace, delicacies from the mountains and seas, taking care of the prince, accompanying the princess, this is her creation, and the snow girl should also study in the spring of the coming year, I am paying attention to whether there is a suitable candidate to be the princess teacher in the Hanlin Academy or Guozijian, in the past, the princess needed to find a girl of the same age from the big portal outside the palace to accompany the study, I see that Xue'er likes Xiangling so much, let her be a companion."

As if I knew that I was pleading for mercy, I didn't feel a little sad, and slapped the man's waist with my hand, "No wonder people say that they have touched the emperor's family ruthlessly, your Murong family is all cold-blooded and ruthless." ”

Murong Yichuan turned over violently and grabbed Wanruo's hands, and said sternly; "You are not the Murong family, remember that you are a queen, not a bodhisattva."

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