The world is big, within the four seas. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Kyushu divides the land, each for the people. Within Kyushu, except for the eastern foot of the emperor, the remaining small countries are only called "monarchs". They are self-sufficient and live a happy life of their own. It's just that sometimes, it's inevitable that there will be constant disputes over the country.

Weighing the interests, for Donglu. Only by uniting the Chen State in the east can there be hope for going east. When he first returned to China, he turned to Chen Guo for help. Then he ceded several cities, and marriage was probably the best idea, so Xiao Yihan was used as an envoy and went to Chen State.

That is, the envoy of the eastern foothills, he should hold the talisman and the national letter. Then with gifts, I went to visit Princess Chen Guo. This is naturally Wan Ning's idea, asking Xiao Yihan to find out what Chen Guo's purpose is. Princess Chen Guo, what does it look like?

If he went to investigate in a grand manner, it would definitely arouse Chen Guo's suspicions. It's better to tell Jun Hao and give Xiao Yihan the identity of a "messenger". Then slowly go all the way east, as a sightseeing tour. Then it is used to fly pigeons to pass on the book, and it is best to deliver the message.

Of course, it is false to ask Xiao Yihan to be an envoy, and to find out whether Chen Guo is true. In order to hide people's eyes, Xiao Yihan did not take the talisman, and the national letter was also collected in the baggage. It's just that he is a traveling bachelor who passed by Chen Guo. This idea is also Wanning's thoughts.

Riding all the way to the dawn of the morning glow. Xiao Yihan felt very comfortable, and he got off the horse. Watching the horses drink freely, he sat on the shore to rest. Looking at the beautiful scenery in the early morning, I couldn't help but feel a sigh of relief: it would be better if I was by my side.

On the edge of the pond, there are large reeds for the living. It's just that it's winter and has turned a withered yellow. Standing by the pool, occasionally a few waterfowl flapped their wings and flew into the distance. Xiao Yihan shuddered unconsciously, the morning of early winter was really cold.

When he left Donglu, Wanning gave him a month. Five days have passed now, but we haven't even reached the border of Chen. This made Xiao Yihan a little surprised, he obviously followed the map. Forget it, just head east.

He stood up, collected his map, and moved on. The good mountains and rivers all the way made him open-minded. Since he was ten years old, he has been stationed at the border all year round. The vast desert there is very bold, and then back in Kyoto it is so narrow.

Now, returning to nature again, Xiao Yihan breathed a deep sigh of relief. It turned out that leaving the deep palace was so natural. If it weren't for Wanning, how could he stay in the palace and be a guard. The small deep palace is not as vast as nature.

After some time, he saw large areas of harvested land on both sides. If you look closely, you can see that there is still wheat stubble left after harvesting. At a few o'clock, the smoke rises, and I think that not far away, there is a village. After walking for a long time, you should find a place to have a cup of tea.

The five big characters of "staying guests and drinking tea house" swayed back and forth with the fluttering banner. It's a good name to keep a drink. Leaving the guests to drink tea, it can be seen that the host should be a poetic person. Xiao Yihan tied the horse and went up the stairs.

The layout of the teahouse is elegant, and there is a faint fragrance of camellia everywhere. As far as Xiao Yihan's eyes could see, there were several pots of blooming camellias. It was as white as snow and as big as a wave. The powder is like a glow, and the layers are like clouds.

On this cold winter day, in a remote mountain village, you can see a few camellias. It's really a wonderful thing, Xiao Yihan savored it while finding a place by the window and sat down. Smelling the smell of camellia and admiring the mountain village people outside the window is a beautiful thing.

Slow roasting, tea fragrance is far away. Behind the bead curtain, the mountain water flows like a mountain spring and waterfall, clattering. For a while, it seemed to be a slow stream, and it was like a rattle. For a while, it was like a broken jade plate, crisp and dripping. At first, Xiao Yihan thought that it was the sound of the water.

After searching for a long time, I realized that the voice came from the back porch. But I didn't know that the beautiful woman played such a beautiful piano. He slowly put down the teacup, smiled softly and praised: "This song should only be in the sky, how many times can I hear it in the world?" "The sound of the piano is pleasant and melodious.

Set against the rhyme of tea, mixed with beautiful music. And the morning breeze curls, and the birds chirp. This situation, at this moment, makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. Xiao Yihan's thoughts unconsciously flew back to the afternoon when the gardenias were blooming.

It seems that the one standing in front of him is Wanning. Ying Ying smiled, and her eyes were like water. The gardenia at the eastern foot has some yellowish memories. Chen Guo's camellia is the poetry of the transcendent object. This is the first time that Xiao Yihan has found the feeling of a fairyland on earth.

It's just that I don't know what kind of graceful woman the beauty behind the bead curtain will be. How could he succumb to the countryside, which made Xiao Yihan feel sorry. Is it the same as Wanning, with unspeakable suffering? Or, there are secrets that are not known to outsiders.

"Dare to ask the boss, how far is this place from Yangcheng?" Yangcheng is the capital of Chen State. Although it is a small city, it is also full of traffic. It's just that as soon as Xiao Yihan's question fell, he vaguely felt that the sound of the piano behind the bead curtain was a little scattered.

It's no longer as cheerful and beautiful as before, but the tune is out of tune. And it seems to have an extra layer of sadness, which seems to have some connection with "Yangcheng". Xiao Yihan was puzzled, so he heard the boss reply cheerfully: "There is half a day's journey away!" ”

Half a day's journey should be very close. If you leave now, you'll be there in the afternoon. Xiao Yihan thanked the owner of the tea house, and then planned to pack his luggage and move on. As he was leaving, he unconsciously turned around and glanced behind the beaded curtain.

The sound of the piano became more and more mournful, as if telling a sad story. His heart was also a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but recall the bits and pieces with Wanning. Xu saw through Xiao Yihan's curiosity and doubts, and the boss sighed in a low voice: "The little girl has been deaf since she was a child, and she only has a hearing ...... percent."

Because I like the strings, I can practice the piano well. Xiao Yihan learned from his boss that his daughter had a high fever since she was ten years old and could no longer speak. So every day, I entertained myself by playing the piano with the only sense of hearing. It's sad to hear, let alone being her father.

Mo Ruo said that his life was miserable and he didn't get a graceful marriage. The woman in front of her made Xiao Yihan even more sad. In addition to sighing, in addition to a few words of relief. No more help, he has his own tasks.

The moment he got on his horse and was about to leave, Xiao Yihan could hear the sound of the piano resounding through the valley. A little bit becomes hate, and a thread becomes a fate. He shook his head helplessly again, twitching his horsewhip and heading in the direction of Yangcheng. The sound of horses' hooves faded away, and the sound of the piano remained in my head.

When he returned to Kyoto, Xiao Yihan would still think of that poor woman. There are also those camellias, which bloom like hollow valley orchids. But when he was worthy of the identity of that woman, he was surprised. It turned out that his chance encounter deepened the misunderstanding with Wan Ning.

Time has passed, and soon half a month has passed. Originally, when it was a light snow season, it was Jiang Lingyan's birthday. In previous years, it will be spent with the winter solstice. It's just that now the treasury is withering, and Jun Hao's mind is above the government.

It was a gloomy day, and the charcoal fire in the stove was stirring up. But the fire made a "beep-beep" sound, and soon ignited the small silver charcoal in the furnace. Wan Ning put a carved lid on it, so as not to let the heat of the charcoal fire dissipate.

Looking at the little silver charcoal, Wan Ning suddenly remembered four years ago. When he asked the palace treasury for a small silver charcoal, the treasury refused to give it. It's still her who calls the shots and asks for the little silver charcoal. Now, if it weren't for the government's inventory, I'm afraid it would be freezing in winter.

Looking at Jun Hao's expression on the desk to review the excerpts, Wan Ning quietly stepped aside. It's been a long time since it's been so quiet. Since the moment Wan Ning became the maid in front of the palace, every time she was on duty. will stand silently, not even yawning.

Guarding the Zhengyang Palace, guarding the table, guarding Chu Junhao. It has become a habit of Wanning, especially in the days when Xianyun is not there. She never leaves an inch every day, guarding with Wang Lianying. Now that the imperial court is practicing "recuperation", everything is sleeping.

"The draft is coming soon," Jun Hao said without raising his head, "I want to take advantage of the present to rebuild those dilapidated palaces." One is for the draft, and the other is for Yan'er's birthday celebration...... "It turned out that in Chu Junhao's heart, he was thinking about Ling Zhaoyi."

For some reason, Wanning listened to these words very unfamiliarly. If it had been before, she would have happily drafted the edict. It's just that now, her heart hurts a little. She didn't want those show girls to enter the palace, and she didn't want to celebrate Jiang Lingyan's birthday.

In Wanning's heart, she just needs to stay by Jun Hao's side. Even if she is a maid for the rest of her life, as long as Jun Hao doesn't drive her away. As is customary in previous years, the draft is at the end of the year and the beginning of the year. Three rounds of selection are required, and places are determined in the fall of the following year.

Wanning's thoughts suddenly flew back to the draft four years ago. It was still August when the osmanthus was fragrant, and as a maid, she followed her cousin Xue Ziruo into the palace and started her second life. She never imagined that she would get to where she is now.

"What are you thinking?" Jun Hao looked at Wanning's refusal to start writing, and asked softly, "Is there something uncomfortable?" Or is there something on your mind? As he asked, he reached out and gently stroked Wanning's forehead to see if she had a fever.

Who knew that at this time, Wan Ning suddenly knelt down. Grabbing Jun Hao's hand, he said with tears in his eyes: "Ning'er has never begged the emperor, this time, this time I only ask the emperor, don't drive Ning'er away...... Ning'er, I can't give up the emperor, I really can't give up ......"

Thinking back to the first run away four years ago, it was Jun Hao who chased himself back. At that time, Jun Hao was tender. At this time, Jun Hao felt so far away. Wanning thought that she could control her emotions, but in the end she couldn't hold back.

It's been four years, and I've been by Jun Hao's side for four whole years. Laughed, cried, and hurt. Although she is a maid, she has accumulated the deepest affection with Jun Hao. She refused to be a concubine, but because she cared too much about Jun Hao. She fell into Jun Hao's arms, crying so sadly for the first time.

"You're thinking too much," Jun Hao didn't expect Wan Ning to have such an expression. Wanning in the past has never shed tears. He gently stroked Wanning's back, but his mind was planning. About the draft of the harem, about how to deal with the people of the old palace.

There were a few dark clouds floating in the air, and it looked like it was going to snow. The few remaining leaves on the porch are still fighting against the cold wind. The Zhengyang Hall was extremely quiet, only the sound of charcoal fire. Jun Hao sat on the side, watching Wanning draft the edict.

The people of the old palace were all people who had experienced that palace coup. It can be said that I was extremely lucky to be able to survive. For example, Wang Qibo contacted Chen Guo to help restore the country. The imperial court gave him the position of the secretary of the military department, and he was the minister of the third grade.

For example, Liu Ziyu is the general of Pingyuan, but unfortunately he didn't cherish it and followed Duanmu Rong to the grassland. For example, Lin Yifan, the original guard of the city, named him the Hou Ye. It's a pity that he would rather guard the Fengtian Temple and guard the ruler than be an official.

For example, Xiao Yihan, Chu Junhao made him a city guard. On the surface, it looks like a reward, but in fact, it is forbidden in the palace. can keep track of his whereabouts at any time and prevent him from coming into contact with Wanning. For everyone, Chu Junhao will have his own arrangements.

It's just that Wan Ning in front of her has achieved the position of the highest maid in front of the palace. Gold, silver, jewelry, or something, probably she won't want it. recalled the time when she was involved in the power struggle when she was involved in the use of Wanning. Jun Hao actually felt a little indebted.

I have been moved by Wanning, and I have been jealous of Wanning. I also couldn't sleep at night because of the loneliness of missing. When she wanted to make her a concubine, she flatly refused. It wasn't until the arrival of Xiao Yihan that Jun Hao really saw clearly where Wanning's heart was.

At that moment, in the face of Xiao Yihan's marriage proposal. Jun Hao finally agreed to the order, but unexpectedly Wanning refused to accept it. At that moment, his heart rejoiced. Especially when Wan Ning asked Xiao Yihan to go to Chen Guo as an envoy. Jun Hao suddenly understood something.

If Wan Ning didn't care about herself, how could she let Xiao Yihan go to Chen Guo to find out the news of the princess. So Jun Hao's heart immediately became excited. Wanning cried last night to stay, Jun Hao's heart was satisfied and happy.

So be it, leave Wanning by your side. It is a happy thing to be able to see graceful smiles every day. He even thought about letting Xiao Yihan stay in Chen Guo and never come back. Or, marry that princess Chen Guo to Xiao Yihan.

This thought flashed slightly in his mind, but it gave Jun Hao a few ideas. But soon, he dismissed the idea again. If Xiao Yihan marries Princess Chen Guo, Wanning will inevitably be sad. At that time, the graceful condensation was just a forced smile.

"You will forget Xiao Yihan," Jun Hao suddenly, holding Wan Ning's hand tightly, staring at her with a pair of big eyes, as if he had seen through Wan Ning's heart, "You won't leave me, Ning Er, you tell me, isn't it, isn't-"

In fact, what Wanning's heart is, Jun Hao is really unpredictable. But seeing Wanning slowly put down the brush in her hand, gently stroked Jun Hao's hand, and said with a smile: "Ning'er said before that she would not leave the emperor." Didn't they all refuse the last marriage? ”

It wasn't until later that Jun Hao knew that Wanning was staying in the palace. It was for revenge, for her disfigurement. Jun Hao, who was dying, felt very annoyed. He asked expectantly, "What is the matter with staying in the palace?" What is the purpose? ”

Yes, it is to deal with Jiang Lingyan who hurt herself. But it's true that you can't rest assured. Wan Ning didn't understand why Jun Hao was so suspicious of herself. On the contrary, it was Jun Hao, why would he find a show girl to replace him. Wan Ning wanted to cry without tears.