Han Xuan crushed the Kyocera cup in her hand, and water droplets splashed on her complicated gold-belted red dress, and there were obviously waves like the sea in her eyes, but she forcibly hid it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She said coldly, "I don't believe it! Don't believe in fate! ”

After saying that, Han Xuan stiffened his steps, stepped out of the room, and did not look back.

From this moment on, Yan Su understood that Han Xuan was so stubborn as her, so stubborn, and willing to lose his life.

Yan Su witnessed Han Xuan leave in a hurry, but she didn't expect that in the next five months, she would never see Han Xuan again. She spent the beginning of winter, light snow, and heavy snow in Hongdeokden. It was her first year in the palace, and she once again experienced the season of a thousand miles of snow city. From the first day she became Shang Yi, she followed Gao Zhen, the supreme ruler of Daye, and accompanied her day and night. Like a shadow, she hid behind the brilliance of the lofty and majestic shore, silently watching his resoluteness in handling political affairs, and the warmth and warmth of his children. On the grassland, she heard that the 9-year-old lord of Daye drove the eight tribes of Ruan Fang in the north, attacked the West Hu Shuo Desert in the west, and the iron cavalry of Daye, under the leadership of this British lord, drove the powerful alien race out of the Central Plains habitat and ended the chaotic situation of the previous dynasty.

"Even if it is far away, it will be punished!"

The words of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty with a wave of his sleeve have become today's iron order.

This is a true hero! His own nest father Yantai can't be compared at all. Unconsciously, Yan Su looked at the tall figure in front of him, his eyes turned into fanaticism and admiration, and even with a hint of admiration.

In the early January of the thirty-second year of Chenxi, in the evening, the wind and snow covered the way back, and the twilight blue shrouded the whole world.

The words and traces the lanterns of the Yuankun Hall in turn, in order to facilitate Gao Zhen's reading. After visiting Zhang in the afternoon, the road was blocked by a sudden wind and snow, and Gao Zhen had to stay in the Yuankun Hall to spend the night. She stood in the shadows behind Gao Zhen. The emperor and queen sat side by side, and only the sound of burning candles in the huge hall was heard.

By the time the saint finished reading the recital, it was already the second half of the night. Zhang Hou frowned slightly, put down the book of poems, covered his soft hand on the rough palm, and said distressedly, "The saint must be tired, but you want to eat soup?" ”

Gao Zhen has long been accustomed to this kind of life, he held the queen's small hand in his hand with his backhand, and said with a smile, "The queen has been with her all night, and she doesn't stop?" ”

Zhang Hou spoke slowly, and his words showed all his concern for Gao Zhen, like a drizzle, soaking his heart. "The saint is joking, the concubine has been with the saint for a lifetime, and she must be with her."

The emperor and queen looked at each other and smiled. Isolated the wind and snow from the roar of the tiger outside the window.

Words and hearts moved.

Empress Zhang is a veritable virtuous queen, married into the royal family since she was a child, became the queen of Zhucui Xiawei, accompanied the emperor, raised heirs for the emperor, took care of the harem, treated kindly, and was famous for her compassion. It is a noble couple.

Yan Su's heart throbbed slightly. She thought of Gao Fan, thought of Gao Fan's mother, it is rumored that Concubine Shu is the favorite woman of Emperor Ye's life, a woman like water and plum, the only daughter of the king of Beiyi County, but unfortunately in the second year of the county king's death on the battlefield, she gave birth to Gao Fan and died of blood. When a person dies like a lamp goes out, the palace will not remember the dead woman, but only the woman who is alive and in a high position. It's sad.

Just thinking about it, Zhang Hou's gentle gaze was cast. Anxiety flashed through Yan Su's heart.

"Holy Lord, Yan Shangyi has been in the palace for a year, and it is about to be the first year, why not be included in the harem, give the position, An Ruan Fang's heart, and the whole world will be happy?" Zhang Hou slowly proposed, so frightened that Yan Su almost knelt down with weak legs.

Gao Zhen felt the burning gaze behind him and smiled, "Don't worry." ”

Zhang Hou frowned, but seeing that Gao Zhen didn't want to talk about it anymore, he stopped the topic.

The next day, a minister's waiter proposed to play, asking Emperor Ye to grant the position of the third lady of the prince and daughter of Ruan Fang to prevent the **** in the north. Gao Zhen ignored it, but fortunately, the Manchu Dynasty set his eyes on Xihu and had no time to take care of it, so the matter was put on hold for the time being. There is a faint shadow of uneasiness in the bottom of Yanshu's heart.

I was uneasy, but I was calm. Yan Su didn't expect that Gao Fan would take the initiative to ask her.

"What do you think?" When asked this question, the usually calm Xian King was a little anxious.

"No problem."

Yan Su replied with a smile.

There was no positive answer, Gao Fan was dissatisfied, and when his heart heard the news, it beat so violently that he wanted to jump out of his throat. He was irritable and wanted to ask about Yansu's attitude. Staring at Yan Su's smile, his face was silent, he was already angry inside, but he couldn't say anything. Gao Fan had never felt that he was so clumsy.

"Ziqi?"

"Well, I'm here."

"Ziqi." I don't know what to say.

"Well, I'm here."

Gao Fan's jade-like voice became hoarse.

They sat side by side, leaning together, silently in the silence of the Chongwen Pavilion. It seems that the two people in the storm can get a trace of tolerance and peace.

Yan Su has a hunch that this is the calm before the storm.

Daye's first month and February are the most lively seasons. After the big cold, it is the beginning of spring. For the people of Daye, it is a good day to sow seeds and sprinkle seedlings and spin silkworms in spring. In the streets and alleys of Hojing, there is still a trace of chill left, whether it is a native of Hokyo, or outsiders, they have already shouted hot breath.

After Yansu became the Hongde Hall Shangyi, he could go out of the palace once a month to buy the right, and the scope was limited to the pickaxe capital. Every time she came out, it was all Han Xuan who took her, and this time was no exception.

After a few months, when Yan Su saw Han Xuan in an ice-blue dress getting into the carriage, he smiled lightly, "It's here." ”

Han Xuan gathered her skirt and sat next to Yansu, waiting for the car to roll slowly before she said, "This time I want to go home, at noon, you go back to the palace by yourself." ”

"What's wrong?"

Han Xuan raised the bead curtain and looked up to the sky and said, "I feel that the storm has arrived." ”

"Yes."

"Come and see," Han Xuan rolled up the bead curtain and pointed to the sedan chair that staggered past their carriage, "the sedan chair of Murong Mansion." ”