Wanruo and King Fu have been in a cold war for the past few days, since that rainy day King Fu sent Wanruo back to Funing Palace, King Fu has never appeared again, not because he doesn't want to, but because he is afraid, he doesn't know how to get close to Wanruo, and there are thousands of thoughts in his heart, but the person he cares about is so far away from him

She also wanted to reconcile with King Fu, but she put down her body and took the initiative to make peace with the other party, she really couldn't do it.

There is still a month or so as if to give birth, now is her extraordinary period, both physically and mentally are very fragile, very fragile, the doctor told Wan to move more, this will help production, so as if often walking in the garden, as long as it is a windless log, she likes to walk alone,

After dinner, as if copying the notebook in the room for a while, she felt a little tired, so she slowly stood up, stood up and walked around the room casually, feeling a little better, at the moment she had no intention of sleeping, simply went out for a walk

"Princess, where are you going so late?" It was as if he had just walked out of the door and met Haruka head-on

It's like a way; "The moonlight is good tonight, and the wind is not strong, I want to go for a walk in the garden, you don't have to follow, if you are tired, rest early, you don't have to accompany me."

Haruka nodded

It was like walking towards the garden by a person in the moonlight, with a breeze blowing in his ears, and the plum leaves rustled

It is like walking quietly to Mochizuki Lake, the bright moonlight is reflected in the lake, and the moon in the sky and the moon in the lake echo each other from afar, like a dream

It was as if I had just come to the lake, and suddenly I heard a melodious sound of flutes

The sound of the flute came from the Yin'an Palace, and the sound of the flute was still sad, lonely, and lonely

It seems that I was once again attracted by the intoxicating sound of the flute, and it should be said that I have conquered

It was as if I couldn't help but take a step forward and look for the sound

As if getting closer and closer to Xiao Sheng, she looked up sharply and saw that King Fu was standing in the courtyard quietly blowing the flute, behind him was a towering plane tree, the wind blew King Fu's wide robe, King Fu was so devoted, so serious, as if he had forgotten the qiē around him, everyone vented their feelings in different ways, some people like to express themselves in words, some people like to use singing, and some people like to ...... Obviously, King Fu likes to use Xiao in his hand to vent his feelings and express his heart

It's like being drunk in the sound of the Fu King, and I can't help myself to get close to the Fu King,

Slowly, slowly, it seemed that the distance with King Fu was getting closer and closer, closer and closer, and finally to zero distance, as if gently hugging King Fu's waist, and then gently leaning his head on King Fu's body, quietly listening to King Fu's unfinished tune

After blowing the song, King Fu slowly detached his thoughts from this sad tune, under the silver-white moonlight, he was not his own shape, and there was a soft body leaning on his body, was this her taking the initiative to love herself? Last time, it was the sound of this flute that reconciled them as before, and this time she appeared again, and leaned on herself, and in an instant, King Fu felt that she didn't know this woman so much, what did she think? What exactly is she for?

King Fu held his Xiao with one hand, and gently hugged it with the other

The two of them were silent, hearing only the wind, only the sound of each other's heartbeats

For a long time, it seemed that he wanted to break free, but King Fu's hand was tight, as if he couldn't break free

"Since you're here, do you want to leave?" King Fu said coldly in Wanruo's ear, although his tone was a little cold, his expression was not cold

It's like a way; "It's a little cold, the concubine wants to go back, the prince should rest early, Ming'er has to go to court early."

King Fu wants to take this opportunity to keep Wanruo,

"Someone," Fu Wang shouted around

After a while, Ping'er, the attendant of King Kung Fu Fu, came to the two of them

"Ping'er, you go to tell the people in the Funing Palace that the princess is resting in the Yin'an Palace tonight, let them rest early." Before Ping'er could salute the two, King Fu threw out his own order

Ping'er had no choice but to say that the slave obeyed the order

It seems that she hasn't stayed in Yin'an Hall for a long time, she originally wanted to go back, but she still obeyed King Fu, in order to ease the conflict between them and calm the relationship between the two

"It's like, it's going to be windy, let's go back to our room." King Fu couldn't help but pick it up gently, although it was like a heavy body now, but it was nothing to King Fu, he hugged a little domineering in the rain that day, a little fierce, but at the moment it was so soft, I didn't feel uncomfortable

King Fu carried Wanruo to his study, and then gently placed her on the soft big bed

It was as if she got off the bed, as if she was looking around by the light, and there was still a portrait painted by King Fu for Ximen Ruoxuan on the walls around her, as well as a sword, and suddenly she saw a painting that warmed her heart, in addition to the portrait of Ximen Ruoxuan on this wall, there would be other people, that person was actually herself, as if she was suddenly a little moved

As if walking in front of the portrait and looking seriously, although the light was faint, she could still see it clearly, the painting was a beaded curtain rolling up, sitting on a chair with her hands gently resting on her slightly bulging lower abdomen, with a shallow smile on her face, and two lines of poetry next to her; The night moon is a dream, and the spring breeze is tender.

It's like looking at the eyes moistened, this painting is more moving than the "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" in his room, although the portrait is of two people, both of whom are inextricably linked with their own lives, but this painting of King Fu is more real and warmer, and Zhongli Wenjun's "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" is just an unattainable dream

King Fu stood beside Wanruo and watched quietly, when he saw the crystal in Wanruo's eyes, he suddenly didn't know what to do, why did she cry again?

King Fu gently wiped away the tears with his hands

"If, what's wrong with you? How can you cry? It's not good for your health to cry all the time. King Fu said gently, this Wang family Chitose who has been held in the palm of his hand since he was a child and doesn't know what he cares about, but when facing his beloved woman, he will be infinitely tender, and his heart is as fine as dust, completely without the majesty and pride of King Fu Chitose in the past

It's like a way; "Nothing, this painting is so good, it's like thinking that the prince only paints for Sister Ruoxuan alone in his life."

"Fool, Xuanxuan is my woman, if you are too," King Fu imprinted a sweet kiss on Wanruo's face

As if walking to King Fu in front of the table, she casually looked at the mountain of chapters on King Fu's table, these are all things he wants to deal with for the emperor, what is the economy of the Taizheng Dynasty, agriculture, and even the appointment and dismissal of officials, King Fu has to ask, although Emperor Tiande has many younger brothers, but only King Fu is the one he trusts the most, the most relied on, in addition to the fact that he and King Fu are born of the same mother, there is also King Fu's outstanding talent

It's as if I picked up a book at random and looked at it a few times,

"There is a big drought in Langya, and it seems that there is no harvest this year, so you can't reduce taxes for them." It was as if what I saw was a transcript written by Langya Taishou to the imperial court about the local drought, begging the imperial court to be exempt from taxes

"Why do you care so much about Langya?" King Fu asked casually

Wanruo's face suddenly turned cold, and she placed the piece on the table

"It seems that the prince's concern for Wanruo is superficial, if the prince really cares about Wanruo, he won't ask such a question." As if he spoke, he turned his back to King Fu

King Fu looked at Wanruo's back, his brain was spinning rapidly, and he suddenly remembered, yes, it seems to be Langya people, Langya is her hometown, she actually ignored this, it seems that she really doesn't care enough about Wanruo

"Wanruo, I'm sorry, I-" King Fu suddenly didn't know what to say, he walked up to Wanruo, gently held Wanruo's delicate chin, and silently looked at Wanruo, who was expressionless

"Like, don't be angry, it's me who is not good, it's me who is not good, I will definitely report to the royal brother to reduce Langya's taxes, and send a competent person to Langya to open a warehouse and release grain to help the people, that is your hometown, if you want to go back one day, I will accompany you back."

It's like saying coldly; "The concubine will thank the prince for the people of Langya, but the Langya temple is small, and I am afraid that it will not be able to accommodate the big Buddha of the prince."

(The night moon is a curtain of dreams, and the spring breeze is tender.) From the Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty

The cold is going to torture me