Year after year, the years go by, wandering on the edge of the four seasons. The wind www.biquge.info the pen and the fun pavilion are coming, and those scattered thoughts are like green smoke floating faintly. I still remember the memories of that year, when the snow fell. It's just a missed time, and there is still a corner left.

Under the eaves, on the eaves. Deep in the trail, the snowflakes are graceful. Gentle and delicate, covering everything in the world. When Kyoto enters the ranks of spring, the jade pond is still buried in the last winter. It's just that the wind and snow are lighter, and it's still a little warm at noon.

Time slowly wanders through the February of the lunar calendar, awakening every inch of time in the world. With Yan Shunqi's treatment, coupled with Qiaoqiao's careful care. Wanning's eyes gradually saw a glimmer of light, and those pictures buried in the depths of her memory also hit her heart one by one.

It seems that everything is heading towards spring. The sun was shining on this day, and Jun Hao was holding Wanning's hand. Through the fine sand window, watch the snowflakes drifting in the sun. It was just a cup of tea, and the snowflakes disappeared. But there was a snowflake that floated into the petals of the gardenia.

The soil immediately moistened, and there were tiny greens. Melting into the arms of the remnant winter, Wanning could see the gardenia struggling to grow. Unconsciously reached out and gently stroked those lovely green shoots. It's nice to be able to see gardenias again.

On the table, there is a faint gardenia note. The elegant fragrance of ink lingered, and the small pear blossom wooden pen was picked up by Jun Hao. He wanted Wanning to write a letter and send it to Xiao Yihan, who was far away in Liulinpo. While Wanning's eyes can see, while Wanning's memory is still a little blurry.

On this letter, the meaning of Wanning must be clearly written. Xiao Yihan is the most obedient to Wanning's words, and this kind of thing can only be said by Wanning. Seeing Jun Hao Zhang Luo Luo the four treasures of the study, Wan Ning smiled indifferently. Thoughts flew to the Zhengyang Palace.

At that time, she was a maid in front of the palace. Serve tea and water, make beds, fold quilts, and smoke and dye beds. Prepare the four treasures of the study, these trivial things are all done by yourself. said that it was a trivial matter, but in Wanning's opinion, it was absolutely impossible to be sloppy.

The tea should be a light blue snail spring, and the incense should be a light and elegant gardenia. The bedding must be soft and warm, and the ink must be lightly inked. The letterhead must be a faint gardenia, and on the left side of the table is a bright candle. The fold on the right that is necessary for the imperial approval.

The writing brush must be an excellent pear blossom wood. And be sure to prepare two: one black and one vermilion. The imperial fold is to use vermilion, and Wanning must stand on the right. Always at your fingertips, prepare tea, cakes and so on.

These memories linger in my mind bit by bit. Now Wanning looked at the pen and ink on the table, and unconsciously remembered these things. She unconsciously walked behind Jun Hao and lightly lifted her lips: "These things were originally done by Ning'er...... Jun Hao has really worked hard these days......"

Her gentle tone, her caring words. When Jun Hao heard this, he was immediately overjoyed. Wan Ning remembers this, then it means that Wan Ning has recovered her memory. It's just that after the joy, Jun Hao was worried again. How to use Wanning to write this letter.

"Write a few words, let me see if your handwriting has improved," Jun Hao held Wanning's hand and smiled lightly. Since you can't say it directly, then write some cryptic handwriting. Wan Ning will not doubt where Xiao Yihan is, she will understand.

Listening to Jun Hao's praise, Wan Ning smiled unconsciously. Then he sat down in a chair and slowly grinded the ink. She didn't know what Jun Hao meant. It wasn't until she learned of Xiao Yihan's death that she woke up in a trance. It was his own poem that harmed Xiao Yihan.

The wind blew through a wooden lattice window. Mixed with a faint smell of sunshine, it is warm and comfortable. On the ink, there are faint traces of memories. Such a comfortable day, for Wanning. In fact, it is beyond reach, and she even hopes that time can stop.

I remember that I used to be in the deep palace, in the Zhengyang Palace. I just wanted to say some intimate words to Jun Hao, but because it didn't fit the scene, I stopped. How can a little maid ask of a king for anything? It doesn't matter, I care about what those concubines say.

It's just that Wanning cares and hears the word "sedan chair". Wanning will lose her mind unconsciously, and then she will be sad for several days. Now he is in the jade pool, and he can flee at any time. But it is also comfortable and comfortable, everything seems to return to the past, back to the Zhengyang Hall in memory.

A year of long-term memory, the palace and garden have not been found. It can be seen that you are grateful, but life is like a play. The beacon fire and wolf smoke rose to the side, and the army was defeated. The road to recovering the country is at a loss, how to know whether success or failure is discussed with others. If you wait to see each other again in the next life, you will live up to your servile feelings.

Eight lines of poetry, sixty-four words. The title is "The Resentment of the Concubine", and the inscription is the word "Ning", which I wanted to write "A Ning". It's just that Jun Haosheng is afraid that Wanning will be suspicious, it's just a word. Looking at these eight lines of poetry alone, each sentence is writing about the current situation, which is quite realistic.

It's just the word "Jun" and "slave" in the poem. Who exactly is it referring to, and what is the so-called thing? Wan Ning bit the pen and thought about it for a long time, but she didn't know the deep meaning. On the contrary, Jun Hao walked over, pointed to the verses and said with a smile: "Ning'er's handwriting is becoming more and more neat......"

In order to dispel Wanning's doubts, Jun Hao pointed to the word "Jun" in it. He said warmly: "This is the story of Emperor Tang Ming and Yang Guifei, how do I feel that it seems to be writing about the two of us?" His voice grew deeper and lower, almost close to Wanning's earlobe.

I don't know if it's the charcoal fire in the house, or the redness of the ears of graceful condensation. She felt a little hot and dry. turned his head to look at Jun Hao, but he saw Jun Hao's misty eyes, looking at himself affectionately. Wan Ning didn't realize it and lowered her head.

was plain and generous, but at this time, Jun Hao was embarrassed to look at him. She lowered her head and fiddled with the hem of her skirt, but her chin was gently hooked by Jun Hao. A small scar on her fair face made Wan Ning suddenly feel discolored. She turned her head away, not wanting Jun Hao to see it.

Fireworks burst out of the window, bright and dazzling. Wanning's hot heart is beating non-stop. wanted to avoid Jun Hao, but was gently kissed by Jun Hao. Between the four eyes, there is a strong affection in the eyes. The moment of mutual intimacy slowly flows by at this time.

It is a prosperous year, entangled with those scattered memories. The candle flame was intimate, and a thick layer of candle tears fell. The faint gardenia note was blown a little messy by the wind. Wan Ning bent down to pick it up, and inadvertently saw the last sentence.

If you wait to see each other again in the next life, you will live up to your servile feelings. If you wait to see each other again in the next life, you will live up to your servile feelings. Afterlife, afterlife. Live up to the slave's heart, live up to the heart. These words constantly lingered in Wanning's thoughts. Xiao Yihan, she suddenly remembered the name.

It seems that one day, Jun Hao asked himself. Do you still remember Xiao Yihan, and said that he wanted to harm Jun Hao. asked Wan Ning how it was, and Wan Ning's answer was: "Then kill him......" Thinking of this, Wan Ning's heart suddenly panicked.

For some reason, she vaguely felt that there was something wrong with this song "The Resentment of the Concubine". And no matter how you look at it, it seems to be related to Xiao Yihan. Still, she thought a little more about herself. Yes, I must have thought too much. She's been in a trance these days, so it's about that.

Spring in Kyoto is surrounded by a pale willow color. The thin greenery quietly renders the whole year. Occasionally, a few small finches flew in and stood on the branches and chirped non-stop. As if they were discussing something, they flapped their wings and flew off into the distance.

Just passed the beginning of the year, everything is facing a beautiful spring. It's just that the occasional cold north wind blocks a thick palace wall. The spring breeze is warm, but it can't blow the corners of the palace. Bleak, bleak, with the scenery of the remnants of winter.

I remember that at this time of last year, the gardenias in the palace garden had already bloomed. A large patch of pure white, set off by emerald green shoots. is safe and quiet, which makes people feel much more comfortable. Although it has passed the beginning of spring, it is still warm and cold.

A faint scent of lilies lingers throughout the inner room. Qi Su's mind was a little dizzy, and she could see it very clearly. In Duanmu Rong's hand, she held two locks of black hair. One lock is Duanmu Rong's own, and the other lock is Lin Yifan's hair.

Yes, it's Lin Yifan's hair, no doubt. Qi Su recognized, although Lin Yifan's hair was jet black. At the ends of the hair, there is a little bit of pale yellow. The hair that Duanmu Rong was holding in her hand was exactly like that. Married couples, married couples. Qi Su kept chanting these four words, and he felt a lot of hatred in his heart.

For some reason, Qi Su just felt that Duanmu Rong seemed to have deceived her. She still remembers being caught when she infiltrated the palace. It was Duanmu Rong who saved herself, and she volunteered at the beginning, saying that she wanted to take in Lin Yifan and ensure Lin Yifan's safety.

At that time, Duanmu Rong would always come to the palace from time to time. quietly told Qi Su about Lin Yifan's situation, and became a matchmaker for the two of them. Although he was not by Lin Yifan's side, he was happy in his heart. Occasionally, he received Lin Yifan's letterhead, and Qi Su's heart was very pleased.

For Duanmu Rong, the ruler is grateful. She thought that one day, if she left the palace. When she can be with Lin Yifan, she must repay Duanmu Rong. It's good to repay it no matter what, but Qi Suwan didn't expect that the result would be like this.

Naturally, Qi Su would not know that everything was done by Xiao Yihan secretly. It's all to open up a road for Jiang Lingyan to enter the palace. It's just a pity that Duanmu Rong was very selfish and didn't take into account the overall situation, which led to the later disaster.

In fact, it was an extremely simple matter, but it was deceived by Duanmu Rong like this. Ruler is not only sad, but also sad, painful, and hateful after sadness. The original guarantee is such a "guarantee". Duanmu Rong's thoughts looked very deep.

Since childhood, he has been a ruler who has been meticulous and knows how to restrain his joy and anger. She knew that at this time, if she was to hold Duanmu Rong accountable for this matter. It is inevitable that we will miss the overall situation and the future of the restoration of the country. Qi Su could only clench his fists into his palms and pretend to be happy with tears.

"You don't hate me?" Looking at the indifferent ruler, Duanmu Rong was surprised. According to her thoughts, she took the beloved of the ruler. Qi Su must be resentful, but now it seems so calm. Duanmu Rong didn't understand, but why.

At that time, Duanmu Rong was only fifteen years old, how could he understand the reason. She was just thinking about how to get Lin Yifan. The desire to entangle the contradictory mood has long been opened by Xiao Yihan's scheme. Looking at Qi Su's unmindful expression, Duanmu Rong was even more surprised.

"You just need to send this letter to Princess Kang," Qi Su said softly, she didn't want to see Duanmu Rong again, and she didn't want to discuss this issue again. The wind outside the window blew the lake water, and the ripples disrupted Qi Su's heart. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't.

The night was deep and vast. Looking up at the sky, you can see faint stars. Suspended in mid-air, it shines with vibrant colors. The wind is faint, and the lake is light. The warm south wind came slowly, stirring a pool of night, still at this moment.

Those once good memories are still drifting away in the wind. Tossed and turned, and did not know where to go. If you listen closely, you will hear the sound of gardenias breaking through the ground. Strong, pliable gardenias. As if life is long, the ruler can hear the sound of heartbreak.

The gardenia has withered, and there is still a time to open again. The heart is wounded, but it is difficult to heal again. Tears soaked through the wounds of my heart and slid through the once sweet days. But it has turned into bitterness, into pain. She closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

I remember that Wanning once said that when you are sad, you can forget everything as long as you take a deep breath. Qi Su remembered Wanning's words, and tried to eliminate those memories one by one. She tried to calm her anger, even if it was her fault.

Isn't it, Lin Yifan shouldn't have been allowed to live in the princess's mansion in the first place. That can't be done, let Duanmu Rong take care of him. The two will not have feelings for each other, and things will not get so far. But how can there be so many assumptions in the world, and there is no room for choice.

The elegant fragrance of gardenia slowly brushes away the resentment in Qi Su's heart. She opened her eyes lightly and turned to Duanmu Ruiping to talk about it. "The Great Khan is better to marry the princess and Lin Yifan," Qi Su whispered softly, "one is to smooth the princess's heart, and the other is to rejoice for the Great Khan." ”

Between the words, although it is a happy face. But Qi Su herself understands that her heart has been bleeding all the time. But what's the use, when something happens, you have to think of ways to solve it. What's more, her original intention was to restore the country. Children's private feelings are nothing in the face of power.

She understood, even if she didn't say it. Duanmu Rong will also try her best to let Duanmu Ruiping give marriage. The charcoal fire in the furnace fire is quietly burning the past. The wind blew and tears slipped through. The moment of waiting is a long expectation. What Qi Su expects is to punish Duanmu Rong, but he also hopes to fulfill this marriage.

At the very least, you can take advantage of this marriage. took the opportunity to escape with Lin Yifan and escape from this place of right and wrong. No, you cannot. Qi Su shook her head slowly, if she left, who would pick up Yuchi in Kyoto. Who is against Xiao Yihan, Qi Su must not leave.

In that case, let's go with the flow. As for the etiquette of marriage, Qi Su thought of Xiao Yihan, and an excellent idea came to mind. No matter what, we must not only provoke the incident, hold Xiao Yihan, but also rescue Lin Yifan. Where is the jade pool, it is easy to explain.

"Nonsense! What nonsense! Duanmu Ruiping listened to Qi Su's words, and suddenly shouted in a hurry. He never thought that his little daughter, who had always been obedient and sensible. It would be so willful, Duanmu Ruiping gasped heavily, "If you want me to die, you should say it earlier-"

Qi Su heard clearly, originally there was an estrangement between the two brothers Duanmukun and Duanmukang, which made people have a headache. Coupled with a Duanmu Rong, Duanmu Ruiping was naturally furious. If things continue like this, there will certainly be hope for the restoration of the country.

"Why doesn't the Great Khan think about the good?" Qi Su smiled and soothed his heart, "The princess didn't do it on purpose, but it was just for the Khan's condition...... "Chongxi, a good reason." Listening to Duanmu Ruiping's ears, he also felt very reasonable.

But seeing Duanmu Ruiping waving his hand impatiently, he said to Qi Su: "You go and do it!" Don't disgrace my Sijon! With that, he fell asleep resentfully. Qi Su nodded slightly at Duanmu Rong, meaning that the matter had been done.

So, the plan is going step by step towards the layout of the ruler. A chess piece has no burden. This marriage may be a turning point. Whether it is successful or not, you have to give it a try. Now it's just a matter of quietly waiting for news from Xianyun.