Qingluan had never entered the palace, and naturally he never thought that as a hero of the Great Wei Dynasty and the emperor's brother, this palace would be so simple. The display furnishings are all of general specifications, and the stone carved verandah is not conspicuous. It's just that there are many pines and cypresses, and the garden is surrounded by cyan, but the pool of unfrozen water has a rippling aura under the moonlight, which makes people feel calm for no reason.

Qingluan was dressed in a navy blue robe, and the green silk was also coiled into a ring and hidden in a loose red spike crown. She hurriedly walked between the corridors with nine twists and turns, although she did not have the leisure to admire the delicacy of the garden, but she inexplicably liked the simple natural color. It's probably love the house and the black, but I think the turquoise, the moonlight, and the silver light of a pool are all different. Just as he was distracted, he suddenly heard a butler in front of him ask, "Who is it?" ”

The subordinate who led the way in front returned to the palace and came with an order.

Hearing this, the housekeeper really eased his color a little: "Dare to ask the two fathers-in-law, what is the emperor's important thing to let the two come at night." ”

"We waited to do things as we were told, but we had no reason to ask." Shui Qiao deliberately walked forward and lowered his voice and replied.

The butler was a man of understanding, and said no more. led Qingluan and the others all the way forward, until they stopped in front of a Qi red gate, and then retreated. There was a faint light in the room, and Qingluan was eager to step forward, but he heard Shui Qiao say in a low voice: "Little master, don't forget the hour." ”

Qingluan looked at her, but she didn't know when, there was an indescribable calm look in Shui Qiao's transparent eyes, she was willing to accommodate her willfulness in disregard of her life, and she did follow herself wholeheartedly. Even if it's not for yourself, you can't be involved in Shui Qiao. Qingluan nodded solemnly, but the woman had gently pushed the door open for her.

He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, wearing only a jade-colored Woyun robe, neatly dressed and with beautiful eyes. I heard from the steward that although the prince's condition was not as bad as that rumored in the palace, and the fever had subsided after returning home, he rarely woke up. Qingluan sat on the edge of the bed, and when he saw that his face was pale, his heart was distressed. She had never stared at Yuchen's face so closely, and for a moment she couldn't help but have tears falling.

She thought that when she first met the man, she was covered in bruises, and it was Yuchen who easily picked up the weight on her hand without saying a word. At that time, I didn't know who he was, but I just felt that no one had ever looked so good. A few months ago, I was so unscrupulous, climbing the eaves with him, pestering him to listen to him play the flute, and holding his cheeks to watch him smile like snow.

Everything seems to be so comfortable and quiet.

"It's just a minister, we are destined to be inseparable in the end." The woman suddenly saw the bamboo flute next to his pillow, which was placed within reach of his hand. The body of the flute has been re-carved with bamboo, and there are traces of careful wiping. She just didn't understand more and more what the person in front of her who had secretly promised to be with her for the rest of her life was doing.

She took the bamboo flute and played it softly, and the gentle and soft tune was the song of the neon dress that the minister composed for her on the night she went to bed. Months have passed, but the surprise and joy of meeting him that night are still as clear as yesterday. After she went to bed, she only felt that all thoughts were lost, but she never imagined that one day she would be able to sit beside him like this, looking at his quiet face.

Before the song ended, I suddenly saw the man's hand move slightly, holding the corner of her clothes. Yuchen's face was still as pale as a wall, the corners of his mouth pulled with difficulty, and he only muttered, "Luan'er......"

Qingluan was stunned for a moment, and the bamboo flute in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. This crisp sound caused the steward to push the door in, and when the man came in, he only saw the prince who was struggling to sit upright, and Qingluan, who was kneeling in front of the bed.

At that time, the woman wore a heavy tassel crown and knelt in front of the long collapse in a navy blue subordinate's costume. She buried her head deeply, but tears rolled down in big drops. Qingluan tried his best to control the tumbling thoughts in his heart, but his shoulders were still shaking violently. Fortunately, the steward was only concerned about the awakening of the prince, and did not pay too much attention to her every move.

"When the slave heard the sound in the room, he thought that the prince was awake. Now that you've woken up, I can't help but be overjoyed. "Help me up." He put one hand on the steward and sat up straight, "What kind of person is this?" ”

"Back to the prince, it's someone sent from the palace."

He paused slightly, his voice was slightly hoarse and weak, "The emperor has something to order, this hour is ......"

"I heard that the prince had been asleep for two days, and the emperor was very worried." Qingluan deliberately lowered his voice, but still trembled unwillingly. The flute was tucked in her cuffs, and the cold texture of the flute body touched her skin, but it made her faintly feel at ease.

The man was silent, and then opened his mouth and ordered: "Ah Jing, you go down first." When the steward bowed down and closed the door, he changed into a more comfortable posture and re-examined the thin man in front of him. So, this official, can the emperor order you to take away the things on the king's pillow together? ”

Qingluan was stunned, only panicked, and the bamboo flute rolled from the cuffs to the ground. She reached out to pick it up, but the man grabbed it first. He used extremely hard in his hands, and when he saw that the person in front of him didn't mean to let go, he unconsciously said angrily: "Let go." ”

Qingluan He had never seen him who was as gentle as jade, and when he opened his mouth to reprimand like this, he raised his face in surprise. At that moment, the man's movements stopped abruptly, and the two ends of the bamboo flute were firmly held in the hands of the two.

"Luan'er ......" recalled, and it was no longer as vague as Fang Cai. His voice was so clear that it seemed to be a huge surprise blooming, "How are you." ”

"It's me." She froze in place, and couldn't hold back her tears any longer, "I just want to come and see you." ”

Knowing that doing so might cost the lives of a clan, she couldn't convince herself to wait quietly in the palace and wait for news. At that moment, she even secretly decided that if what she did made Yuchen a little embarrassed, even if it was just a trace of reluctance flashing in her eyes, she would return to the palace and be her nobleman with peace of mind. However, Yuchen's eyes only fluttered with a soft look, which made her stubbornly refuse to leave.

"Stay with me a little longer."

There was a pain in his heart, and he had already stepped forward to hug him. Once upon a time, she also hoped to be able to hug her loved one like this, not to seek fine clothes and food, not to seek wealth and glory, but to live up to it in her life. However, when did a seemingly simple wish become unattainable? What she wants in her heart is afraid that it will be difficult to achieve it in her lifetime.

Yuchen slowly hugged the woman's slender shoulders, so soft and hard.