White dew condenses, covering glazed tiles. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info soaked in frost and wetted the ordinary alleys. Several butterflyes with folded wings and dead leaves fell into the lake one after another. Like the most beautiful arc at the end of life, rippling into the last ripple since autumn. The sound of horses' hooves outside the palace gate tickled the beating heart of graceful condensation.

Ignoring the cold breath of the autumn morning, Wan Ning put on a thick white fox fur brocade coat. Then he stood at the corridor of the Zhengyang Hall and kept looking out. She also held a cloak in her hand, which was the gray squirrel armpit brocade fur she had sewn for Chu Junhao, which was full of graceful thoughts.

The cloak is finely legged, and the fabric is soft and soft. She flipped left and right to see if the brocade was suitable, the shoulders, the corners of the clothes, and the neckline, and looked back and forth a few times. I finally felt uneasy in my heart, and I didn't know if it would fit Chu Junhao's body.

Wanning, pacing back and forth, became more and more concerned and caring. Holding the note that Chu Junhao gave her last time, it made her heart warm. She pressed the letterhead to her chest as a thought. When the wind blew, Lianyi handed Wanning a small hand stove, lest it freeze Wanning.

Although the hand stove is warm, it can't resist Wanning's inner expectation. Suddenly, Dan saw a figure walking towards him. Wan Ning was also busy going up to take a look, but it was Xian Yun who ran forward from afar, took Wan Ning's hand and said: "Yun'er has fulfilled her mission and completed the task for the girl, and the girl can sit back and relax!" ”

Wan Ning already knew about this matter. What's more, Xianyun also sent a letterhead before, and listening to Xianyun report to herself again, Wanning just said "um" and looked back. Why did she stretch her neck, and she couldn't see Chu Junhao's figure.

Seeing this, Lian Yi on the side hurriedly touched Xianyun with his arm and asked in a low voice, "What about the emperor?" Why didn't the emperor come? "Your Majesty? He, he-" Xianyun, who has always been sharp-tongued, turned out to be speechless at this time, "I went to the royal tomb, and said yes, I want to worship the queen's mother......"

"Princess Niangniang, why can't you even lie?" Lianyi was very angry, so she stopped saying such things to her master. At this time, Wan Ning was so easy to look forward to Chu Junhao's return, but now she wanted to tell her such a news, didn't it make Wan Ning sad. Xianyun heard Lianyi say this, and unconsciously knelt on the ground and said, "Yun'er is talkative......"

Sure enough, that Wanning didn't seem to hear Xianyun's apology. just heard the words of "worship the queen", my heart trembled suddenly, and the small stove in my hand "snapped" and fell to the ground. The fragments scattered in all directions, scattered and scattered, like abandoned objects.

Here she waits, waits, waits. Since marrying Xiao Yihan, she has not forgotten Chu Junhao's bits and pieces for a moment. When she returned to the palace this time, she just wanted to see Chu Junhao. Even if it is one side, even a back is good, but now, even such a request is an extravagant expectation.

Seeing this, Lianyi hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him: "The emperor is about to think about the queen in his heart, so he passed." The girl doesn't have to be sad, here in the Zhengyang Palace, the emperor is bound to come back......" Xianyun also stood up and gently patted Wanning's shoulder, asking her to settle down.

At the beginning, Wan Ning was worried that Jun Hao would have already noticed it. Otherwise, why would you go to the royal tomb as soon as you return to the palace, and say something to worship the queen, wouldn't there be other purposes? But all this really happened.

She stood in place with a dull gaze, the brocade fur in her hand. seems to be laughing at her own self-inflicted amorousness, she tried her best to put Jun Hao on her shoulders before Jun Hao came. Why now, this little heart doesn't give her a chance.

The trail is slippery and the pines and cypresses are verdant, depicting a beautiful autumn scene. The balustrade jade steps, the coolness invades, and a little autumn charm is retained. The lotus root is withered and the lotus root is defeated, the maple is red and the frost is heavy, and the autumn color of the northern country is smudged. The weather was overcast, with scattered light rain drifting through the air.

The rain in late autumn is misty and more humid. Wanning sat on the soft couch in a daze, looking at the flames dancing in the fire. The red flames illuminated the whole room red. At this time, the brazier was wrapped in the cloud, and he silently stepped aside, no longer speaking.

Suddenly, Dan Wan Ning suddenly got up, and actually lifted the hot fire cover. The charcoal fire in the stove was like a horse without a halter, and the flames spread out in all directions. At a few o'clock, the sparks splashed on the tablecloth on the table, and in a panic, Xianyun hurriedly reached for the fire cover.

Who knew that Wanning took out the page of letterhead from her cuff, looked at the warmth between the lines again, and then threw it into the brazier. Xian Yun exclaimed, and was about to go to find the fire tongs, but saw Wan Ning throw the cloak that had just been sewn into it without hesitation.

In an instant, the flames soared. Mars seemed to be breathing freely, devouring the cloak. "Why did the girl come?" Xianyun didn't bother to pick up the fire tongs, and was ready to reach out and take the risk of taking out the cloak. Who knew that the fire was too big, and it actually burned Xianyun's hand.

"Yun'er, how are you?" Only then did Wan Ning come back to her senses and realize that Xianyun had been injured. Looking at the index finger and thumb of Xianyun's right hand, a small piece of flesh was burned. Wan Ning panicked, and went to the drawer to take out the maple dew ointment.

Watching Wanning medicate herself carefully, Xianyun's heart warmed. She saw that Wan Ning was using maple dew ointment, and unconsciously tilted her head and said, "Since the girl doesn't care about the emperor, why is it that after so many years, she still treasures the maple dew ointment given by the emperor?" ”

As soon as Xianyun's words fell, he saw Wanning's hand pause. Yes, the maple dew ointment of this blue and white porcelain vase was secretly sent to him by Jun Hao at night when he first entered the palace. He cares so much about himself, it can be seen that he started very early.

It's just that this is about Wanning's wishful thinking. She is already married, even if she says something she cares about, but why does Jun Hao still have to investigate herself, is there no trust at all. Wan Ning sighed lightly and said, "It's just a bottle of ointment." ”

That's right, just a bottle of ointment. Maybe for so many years, in Jun Hao's heart, he can't match the word "right" after all. Forget it, forget it, it's just a chess piece. No, he is now a discarded pawn. Marrying Xiao Yihan is just a way for Jun Hao to give him.

But why did you have to risk entering the palace this time? Is it just that if you want to destroy the evidence that you murdered the queen, or in the bottom of your heart, there is a thought and a selfishness. A layer of autumn rain rose outside the window, covering the window with a thin layer of mist.

"I am in your heart, it turns out to be just a bottle of ointment," the familiar words echoed in his ears, making Wanning feel like a dream. She slowly stopped the action of applying the medicine in her hand, and raised her head for a moment. I saw those familiar eyes, looking so close, but feeling so far away.

But seeing Jun Hao's vigorous lifting, he grabbed the cloak from the stove. "It's a pity, I don't have the blessing to wear this brocade fur," Jun Hao looked at the big hole in the cloak that was burned, and felt sorry. It's a pity that such good materials and craftsmanship were burned in vain.

"The emperor said, it's a pity?" Wanning's heart finally refused to believe her ears, "Isn't the emperor resentful, Ning'er burned the cloak given to you?" "You'll make me another one," Jun Hao said casually, turning to look at Wan Ning and whispering to his ear, "Actually, it's not bad to make a bottle of plaster, at least it can heal your wounds at any time......"

The autumn rain continued to fall, and the room was already warm as spring. Wanning's cheeks were hot, I don't know if it was because of the stove. She was pulled into Jun Hao's arms and found the long-lost touch. That night, Wan Ning heard the sound of her heart intertwined.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon was like a silver plate. Bright and clean, reflecting the railing. The moonlight turns to the Zhu Pavilion, the low Qihu, and there is no sleep. Swim in the dark night sky, shuttling between the thin clouds. The soft moonlight flows through the palace garden, like an ethereal music.

This is the first time that Xianyun has seen Qingluan's appearance. It's not that I haven't seen it before, but this time, I looked at my daughter so closely. Xianyun's heart was indescribably joyful, but he saw that Qingluan had a pair of bright eyes and long eyelashes flickering.

I don't know why, from Qingluan's eyes, Xianyun saw Duanmu Kang's appearance. It's been five years, a full five years, and Duanmu Kang has been away from him for five years. For more than five years, Xianyun has been living in memories and waking up at midnight.

She will never forget the afternoon when she first met Duanmu Kang. The sun shone gently in the palace, and Xianyun looked at him angrily, Duanmu Kang, who took his own hairpin. There was nowhere to vent the anger in his heart, but there was no resistance, and the tenderness in the face of Duanmu Kang was like water.

Although Duanmu Kang lied to her, saying that it was to help her find her sister. In fact, she wanted to possess her for a long time, but she was willing. She knew that her heart was in Duanmu Kang. Until he had a daughter in his womb, Xianyun felt that happiness came too suddenly.

On the day Qingluan was born, it snowed heavily. Duanmu Kang, who was far away in Jiangcheng, had already passed away. At that time, Xianyun was still fantasizing about one day, he would be able to take Qingluan to Jiangcheng and reunite with his family. Leave Kyoto and never come back.

Things in the world are always unpredictable, every time I see Qingluan's cute appearance, Xianyun will think of Duanmu Kang. remembered that night, Duanmu Kang was lonely in Jiangcheng. So she would rather serve in the Zhengyang Hall and hand over her daughter to Lianyi, because Xianyun didn't want to see things and think about people.

Now when she faces Qingluan again, she has grown into a big girl. Walking and talking, they all reveal everyone's demeanor. In the end, it was trained by Lianyi, Xianyun was full of emotion for a while, and unconsciously shed tears. How good it would be if Duanmu Kang was still alive.

"Mother doesn't cry, Luan'er is doing well now," Qingluan saw the tears of Xianyun's crying, and unconsciously took out a small handkerchief to wipe away the teardrops for Xianyun. In Qingluan's opinion, this mother of hers is the most responsible mother in the world. She knew that her mother had many unspeakable hardships, and the sensible Qingluan would never ask.

It wasn't until one day later that Qingluan Fang understood why his mother left him in the palace. On the one hand, it is because when my mother sees her, she thinks of her father, so she is sad. On the other hand, she heard it from her mother, who made her complain.

When she was left in the palace, it was to train her according to court etiquette. Then wait to serve, the prince who returned from Shu. However, later Chu Yunzhao was named Prince Qing, which threatened the status of the crown prince. Wan Ning changed her strategy and asked Qingluan to keep an eye on Chu Yunzhao secretly.

It turned out that Qingluan was just a chess piece, and when she learned the truth, she was a little sad. When she asked her mother with tears in her eyes, why she chose her. The mother only had tears in her eyes, and only replied after a while: "Because you are the princess of Xirong, the emperor wants to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and only the prince may be able to save you......"

It has been many years before Qingluan knows his life experience. Her mother was the princess of Xirong, and her father was the prince of Xirong. She turned out to be Her Royal Highness the Princess! At that time, he was young, and Donglu would show mercy to his subordinates, but no one could say how long this "love" would last.

The cool breeze was blowing, and a few light rains came. The paths in the palace garden were quickly wet. Moss, next to the flower forest, on the pond, a hazy water vapor. The night was hard, but tonight was so short and happy for Xianyun.

Duanmu Qingluan, Mu Qingluan. The removal of the word "end" also saves unnecessary doubts. It can be seen that Lianyi is also a caring person, and Xianyun's heart is very grateful at this time. "Mother, let's wash up and rest," Qingluan came with a basin of water to wash Xianyun.

Seeing that Qingluan was so sensible, Xianyun unconsciously stroked her head and said with a smile: "Mother is not tired, I will go to Zhengyang Hall later, I should be on duty today." "Since Wan Ning got married, Zhengyang Hall is still served by Xianyun, and she is still the maid in front of the palace.

But Xianyun understands that she is Duanmu Kang's wife and the princess of Xirong. Now that Xijon has been destroyed, she, the princess, should not have existed in the world. If it weren't for Wanning's plea, Xianyun might have died a long time ago. Only then did she listen to Wanning's words and help Wanning return to the palace.

As long as Wanning is in the palace for a day, she will have a chance to survive with Yu Xianyun, Qingluan, and Lianyi. This kindness will not be forgotten by Xianyun. No matter how tired he is, Xianyun has to hold on. Even if it's not for yourself, it's for this lovely daughter.

"I almost forgot," Qingluan patted her head before she remembered what was going on, "Just now Aunt Yan asked me to tell my mother, saying that she went to Zhengyang Palace, so my mother doesn't have to go...... He also said that he wanted his mother to rest for a few days, and he would come to see his mother in person tomorrow—"

Sure enough, I heard Qingluan say this. Xianyun's heart couldn't help but feel more and more grateful to Wanning. She slowly stood up and looked out the window at the thin mist. Clasped his hands together and prayed silently. I hope Wanning can stay in the palace, so that she doesn't have to worry about living a life.

Seeing her mother like this, Qingluan also walked to the window and prayed for Aunt Yan's blessing. He still muttered in his mouth: "The sky is above, bless my mother with a long life, and bless Aunt Yan with peace and blessings!" Hearing Qingluan say this, Xianyun was moved to cry for a while.

At this time, the little Qingluan probably didn't have to be with her mother. For some reason, there were no tears, so she squeezed her eyes hard, and her mouth made a choked sound. When Xianyun saw it, he was very strange: "What's wrong with Luan'er?" Aren't you sick? ”

"My mother cried so much for Luan'er, why didn't Luan'er have a single tear?" Qingluan said while trying to shed tears again, "You can know that Luan'er is not a filial daughter!" Her voice grew lower and lower, and her nose was sour.

Being able to hear Qingluan say this, Xianyun was already full of tears. She stepped forward and took Qingluan's hand and said, "It's my mother's fault, I'll stay with you in the future and never leave again, okay?" "Mother-" Qingluan threw herself into Xianyun's arms at this time, and cried loudly.

It's not that there are no tears, it's just that there is no sadness. Qingluan cried like this, and became more and more sad. Thinking that since he was four years old, he left his mother and studied with Lianyi. For more than a year, how can you not be sad.

The moonlight faded, leaving only the silent night. The luster of jadeite jade shines with green under the candle flame. Stained with tears, it seems to become more and more crystal clear. Xianyun was holding this jade jade in his hand, and he could even listen to its heart.

"Aunt Lian said that this was given to me by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince," the jade jade has been worn on Qingluan's body for five years. In the autumn, the crown prince Chu Yunhong went to Shu. At that time, Qingluan still didn't know what kind of karma he would have with Chu Yunhong.

Xian Yun put the jade jade on Qingluan, and then said solemnly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also has a piece of the same as you, so you have to keep it well, you know?" At this time, Xianyun seemed to be able to predict that because of this piece of jadeite jade, the future was somewhat unknown.