The cold of two people, hugging each other warmly.

The thoughts of two people, confiding in each other is also a kind of comfort.

Surrounded by mountains and surging pine seas, although it is already a winter when everything is depressed, but because of this evergreen green pine, this winter is not so monotonous and lonely. As if sitting on horseback, Murong Yichuan led the horse step by step on this winding mountain road, not far away are the plum trees whose flowers have withered, and the frozen river, although it is a revisit to the old land, but because of the different moods, the perception of the old scene is also different, not so much to talk about the old land as this last farewell, they both understand that this may not be here in this life and this life.

Neither of them spoke, and there was a faint cloud of sadness on their faces, every festive season, they missed each other the same, and they were both sad for not being able to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new with their dearest people, but there was a different miss from each other in the depths of each other's hearts, as if thinking of the mother's family that she had never thought of but was so eager to think of, and what Murong Yichuan missed was Xuanxuan who slept underground. Because of these two hidden thoughts, the two hearts cannot completely overlap each other, the hearts are close, but there is still a shallow crack between the hearts.

After walking for a long time, as if she was a little tired, she whispered to Murong Yichuan; "I'm tired, I want to dismount." Murong Yichuan hurriedly grabbed the reins of the horse, and then reached out and hugged Wanru off the horse's back.

The horse was freed from the restraints of its master, so it wandered by itself, and the grass withered, and it could not find its favorite food, so it had to walk on its own, but did not want to go too far from its master.

As if subconsciously tidying up her bangs that were blown by the wind, her hand was always in his warm palm.

Neither of them spoke, and then together they crossed the narrow river and came under a few trees, and the plum blossoms had withered, leaving a few empty branches, and a little lonely, as if they were rotten old men who had gone to their children.

It was as if he gently held Mei Zhi, and then turned his head to ask Murong Yichuan; "Are you also grateful for the plum blossoms in our palace?" There was a faint hint of emotion on her face, and how many times she had dreamed of returning to the palace, back to the dense plum forest.

Murong Yichuan shook his head; "It's pretty much it."

A few drops of crystal came out of her eyes, and she looked at Murong Yichuan with tears in her crystal eyes, and said faintly; "I miss my daughter so much, I miss it so much, I think so much." Murong Yichuan gently hugged her and said softly; "I know, I understand, but since we can't go back, we should relax our hearts, spend the New Year here, and we will go back after the New Year, and we will be reunited with our daughter, you have to be well." Murong Yichuan was also excited, and his bowels were turning, how could he not miss his daughter and mother, but in the face of infinite vulnerability, she could only use the strength of a man to be her solid harbor and help her dispel her sorrow.

As if she also understood the pain in her man's heart, she tried her best to swallow back her tears. "Ikawa; I have something I want to ask you for. ”

"Say it, I don't like you to use the word please, we don't need to be so polite between husband and wife." Murong Yichuan said.

It's like a way; "I understand, after returning to Beijing this time, I don't want you to tell Ziyan and the queen mother about my affairs in the palace, I have asked Ping'er to do this, I hope that the fewer people who know about this matter, the better, at this point, the sisterhood between me and Concubine Chen may be broken off like this, but I don't want you to do impulsive things for me, whether facing the emperor or Concubine Chen, I hope that both myself and you can keep a calm, I don't want to make the city full of wind and rain because of this matter." It's like saying it, but it's a bitter expression.

Murong Yichuan sighed deeply, his eyes were complicated and looked at Wanruo with a bitter face, his heart was full of anger and pity, anger and the emperor's shameless behavior and Concubine Chen's immorality, pity and Wanruo's grievances and knowledge.

"I know what to do, you don't have to worry about this matter, to you I really hope that you can let go of this matter, I will protect you well in the future, I promise that there will never be a second time for such a thing, you must completely let go of the past, so that I can feel at ease." Murong Yichuan said that it was to let Wanruo let go, but these all kinds of Murong Yichuan himself had never really let go, and he said that he was tolerant, but deep down there was still a layer of shadow that could not be released, always having a seizure at a certain time, once he had an attack, he would naturally want to torture her, but he would regret it afterwards, the more he was so, the more painful it was, and the more painful he became, the deeper his hatred for the emperor became.

As if smiling bitterly, he said; "I'll think about it slowly, but I'm really afraid that there will be constant conflicts between you and the emperor because of this matter, in this case, I'm really afraid that something will happen to you, he is the emperor after all, and you-" As if she knew Murong Yichuan's ambitions, she was really afraid that one day war would come, since ancient times, there would be losers in the struggle for power, and the losers would be ruined, and their wives would be separated, as if they were afraid of this.

Murong Yichuan still had a complicated expression, of course he understood what Wanruo meant, he knew that neither the past Wanruo nor the current Wanruo wanted a complete break between herself and the emperor, she only hoped that she could draw a line with her rights and completely break with her ambitions, how could it be possible, sitting on the country was her dream that would never die.

"Like; You don't have to worry about what happens between me and the emperor, I think you should understand in my mind that the brotherhood between me and the emperor has actually cracked without this matter, but I promise that I will not act rashly at present, once the time is ripe, it will be the day when I turn over, I said that I want you to be the queen, I want you to be the most noble woman in the world. Murong Yi Chuanran was full of pride, and the surging in Rumo's eyes flashed.

As if she had no interest in his ambition, she just wanted to live a peaceful and happy life with him.

"I know I can't stop your ambitions, I just hope that you can protect me and my children at all times, I only hope that I and my children can live a peaceful and stable life." Just like the hand unconsciously placed on the conscious lower abdomen, she looked like a little clay figure of fragility and powerlessness, whether in the past or now, in fact, her pursuit is to be able to live a plain life with the man she consciously loves, but no matter in the past or now, Murong Yichuan can not give her the kind of life she really wants.

Murong Yichuan looked intently at the pair of revealing eyes, a pair of revealing eyes flowed with tenderness that made such a tough guy feel that he felt that such an iron hoop tough guy would be soft for it, looking at her tenderness like water, Murong Yichuan still remembered why so many men would bend their waists for Wanru, she was not overpowered, she was cold and arrogant, she made men eager to conquer, the more successful the man was, the more he had that irresistible desire to conquer, and she could melt the iron bones of men. Zhongli Wenjun may be obsessed with Wanruo's tenderness and the melancholy in her eyebrows in the past, but what the emperor is obsessed with is her coldness and loneliness, and she lets everything go. Murong Yichuan thought that I was consciously obsessed with her, the first time I met her was just because she was a bit similar to Ximen Ruoxuan's eyebrows and eyes and her unique temperament, but when I consciously really fell in love with her, I found that every part of her was so intoxicating. Murong Yichuan tried to think that if he didn't see Wanru for the first time, then if he was the imperial concubine, then would he be crazy next to her like the emperor? Thinking about this, he felt consciously glad, glad and conscious that he didn't miss her, but thinking about the harm he consciously gave her half a year after marriage, he felt infinite guilt in his heart, if he could consciously hope that when he met her and was not in love, his heart could be given to her completely, and her heart could be given to herself completely, but now her heart was given to herself completely, and she couldn't give her her heart completely. Is this all fate? Is it destined that there will always be an insurmountable gulf between them?

"Why don't you speak? What are you thinking? Unconsciously, Murong Yichuan fell into deep contemplation, as if looking at his contemplation, but she was also thinking about it, she didn't know what the other party was thinking.

Murong Yichuan hurriedly changed his posture of hugging Wanruo, and then said; "I promise you, no matter when I will not let you and your children be wronged, I will enter all my strength to give you the most comfortable life for your mother and son, you also promise me not to think cranky, relax my heart every day, take good care of myself, take care of the children, I hope I see you smiling when I go out, and when I go home, I also see you smiling."

As if she didn't know if she could rent it, she nodded slightly; "I promise you."

"I have one more thing I hope you can rely on me." Suddenly, a slight fetal movement reminded her of something she had been planning for a long time, she had not been able to speak to Murong Yichuan, and simply said it while she had a harmonious relationship today.

Murong Yichuan Road; "You say, I'll listen."

"I told you not to be angry." It was as if cautious.

Murong Yichuan nodded; "I'm not angry at what you say today, just say it."

It was as if he bit his lip, and then said; "If I give birth to a son in this child, can you also give me a bowl of medicine so that I will never give birth to a child for you again." As if the garden had just fallen, Murong Yichuan's face changed suddenly, he thought that the other party was joking with him, but looking at Wanruo's seriousness and sure that it was not a joke, he grabbed Wanruo's neck and collar angrily, staring at Wanruo with sharp eyes like knives, and his beautiful face was immediately extremely cold; "How can you have such a request, you are so hateful, so hateful." Murong Yichuan's words were cold and hard, and he wanted to tear the other party apart.

As if facing this angry him, she still had a very calm expression; "You said you wouldn't be angry, I wouldn't have said it if I had known this, I gave birth to a daughter for you, aren't you satisfied with a son? Do you want me to continue to bear birth for you? If you want to have a child, you can take a concubine, do you know how hard it is to get pregnant and have a child? ”

"How unreasonable, I want you to have a child for me, keep giving birth, I will only have a child with you, I order you not to have such thoughts, I will treat you with all my might, don't you say you love me? In addition to giving me your heart, you also have to give birth to a lot of children for me, and the way I love you is that I will not marry any woman, even if I become the emperor in the future, I will guarantee that there will be no concubines in the six palaces. Murong Yichuan gritted his teeth and said, he felt that if a woman really loved a man, she would occupy him all, and she would give birth to many children for him, Murong Yichuan thought that a man's vocation was to make meritorious contributions, and then give the woman he loved wealth and glory, and a woman's vocation was to serve men and give birth to many children for their men.

It's like a way; "I'm just talking casually, why are you so angry, you said that you weren't angry and still angry, I wouldn't have said it if I knew it." As if she was about to break away from his arms as she spoke, Murong Yichuan's two hands were like a pair of steel hooks stuck on her, "Don't move, it's not that I don't keep my promises, it's that what you said is too bastard, don't have such thoughts in the future." Murong Yichuan's expression slowly softened.

Not far away, there was a crackling sound of firecrackers, which should have been set off by worshippers of the ancestors, so that the ancestors who were sleeping underground could also feel a trace of joy.

"Okay, I won't talk about this matter in the future, it's true, I turn my face at every turn, and the speed of turning my face is really faster than other people's books, hey; Oh no, our horse was thrown. As if they were busy screaming, the white horses were heading into the distance.

Murong Yichuan pushed Wanruo away, then walked a few steps, picked up a few pebbles from the ground and aimed at the horse, shouted that the beast came back, remembering that a few pebbles flew out together, one of them hit the horse's body, the horse hurriedly turned his head, and saw that his master was not far away, it understood that the master would not let him go away, this horse Murong Yichuan spent a lot of time training it, so this horse was already obedient to him.

"Let's go back, it looks like it's past lunchtime, you should be hungry." Murong Yichuan said with concern.

It's like shaking your head; "I'm not hungry yet, let's stay a while, hey; Oops, it would have been nice if we had brought a bottle out and gotten a bottle of cold spring water back. "It's like Hades found the direction of the cold spring last time, and said regretfully.

"What do you do with cold spring water?" Murong Yichuan asked puzzled.

It's like a way; "I heard that this person who can't conceive a child can get pregnant by drinking the water of the cold spring, although I don't believe it, but I also want to send a bottle back to Ziyan, I really hope that her stomach will have good news soon."

"Just send someone to Nong when you leave, you don't have to worry about this matter, Zi Yan has you hurt is really her creation!" Murong Yichuan was full of gratitude.

It's like a smile; "I have Ziyan's sister to be my creation, it's all thanks to you, I really have to thank you!" If he was telling the truth, if it weren't for Murong Yichuan, maybe he wouldn't be as familiar as Zi Yan, maybe he wouldn't be as close to Zi Yan as sisterhood, although the two of them are not sisters, they are better than sisters.

Author's digression: Five hundred chapters, I applaud myself, I hope it can continue, some can't do it, friends give me strength