"Sister Wei, wait for me. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Zhu Zhanji was in the moonlight, and when he saw Sun Lingwei's back when he turned away, he didn't care about what to say to Erhong, and chased him out.

"So nervous about your micro sister, why don't you ask her to go to the Han Palace? Hmph, let me do the risky, thankless work, and say that you think of me as your own. I know how to coax me with good obedience. ”

Wu Erhong saw that Zhu Zhanji suddenly ran out to chase Sun Lingwei and left himself there alone, so he couldn't help complaining with hatred in his heart.

Although she also knew that in Zhu Zhanji and her heart, she would not feel that a type like Sun Lingwei was suitable for this dangerous work, but at this time, Wu Erhong seemed to have found a most suitable reason to reject Zhu Zhanji.

She sat in the garden, the petals of the white plum floating in front of her, and she reached out to let the petals fall in the palm of her hand.

Carefully examined in the moonlight, the petals are white and red, just like the rouge on a beauty's face, the color of being stained with tears.

Erhong's heart swelled with a sweet and bitter indescribable sadness, she held the petals in her hand, crushed the petals with the temperature of her palm, and then slowly calmed her mind.

When she had finally made up her mind, she slowly walked out of the garden.

Outside, Sun Lingwei and Zhu Zhanji stood side by side behind the cloister waiting for her, the two of them were generally tall, standing together, they really looked like a pair of beautiful people, they were both much taller than Erhong.

Wu Erhong's heart was sour, but seeing that they had been waiting for her all the time, she had nothing to say.

On this Chinese New Year's Eve of the fire tree and silver flowers, three young boys and girls walked together through the long corridor under the white moonlight to the Guan Ju Palace.

Because this garden is extremely secret, there are no lanterns or torches shining here, only the plain white moonlight sprinkled on the three people.

The shadows of the three of them, through the refraction of the overlapping corridors and eaves columns, transform in the dark moon shadows, wandering, silent.

"I remember that year in Beijing, the three of us caught crickets in the field together, and when we returned to the palace, it was also moonlight all the way."

Sun Lingwei suddenly said with great feelings.

She didn't say it, Wu Erhong also remembered that in the eighth year of Yongle, in the suburbs of Beijing, that moonlight dissolved night.

"It seems that the moon tonight is not as bright and white as it was that night. Is the moon in Nanjing not as round as in Beijing? Or is the moon in the palace not as bright as in the fields? ”

Zhu Zhanji seemed to have discovered something.

Thinking about that night, in the fields of Changping County, Beijing, the moon was like water. The three of them were under the moon and caught a lot of crickets.

Wu Erhong couldn't help but think of Zhu Zhanji's serious appearance when he introduced the crickets to her like a few treasures: "This kind of oil gourd that fights very bravely, the sound is good," Zhu Zhanji grabbed a cricket with a dark black luster and said.

"But like this big coffin head cricket," Zhu Zhanji grabbed another cricket with a head as flat as a coffin and a head that protruded significantly to both sides, and said with relish, "There is a folk saying that when you catch a lot of crickets, as long as you put a big coffin cricket inside, all the crickets in it will not fight."

Wu Erhong still remembers Zhu Zhanji's excited expression.

At that time, although Zhu Zhanji was born precocious than her and had a heavier mission than her, Zhu Zhanji at that time was still a child in his bones.

But now, the crown prince and grandson who have officially performed the crown ceremony have entered the highest center of power.

That instinctive pursuit of power made him naturally learn to use power, grasp power, and chase more power.

For this reason, even the people closest to him do not hesitate to take advantage of them.

Than tonight, Erhong asked to go to the Han Palace.

Ask yourself, can you accept such a Zhu Zhanji? Will you continue to protect it?

Is it Zhu Zhanji who has changed, or is Erhong sadly discovering today that the friend he cherishes the most as a prince is like this?

"Sister Erhong, what are you thinking?" Sun Lingwei finally broke the silence, "Brother Zhanji, why don't you speak?" ”

Erhong didn't answer, but just quickened his pace.

Zhu Zhanji didn't answer, and moved forward silently behind Erhong.

Erhong, who was at the forefront, thought: Among the three of us, the only one who has no worries may be Sister Wei.

The little girl who would secretly shed crystal tears for a small cricket back then is still in the peach paradise of "Lingwei Painting Garden", pinning her affection on the landscape, flowers and birds.

It seems that only she is still pure and transparent, and has never changed.

It seems that only she is on the outside, transcendent from the outside of this Ming Palace's big chess.

In addition to her more and more beautiful appearance, her eyes are still as clear as water.

Thinking about it now, in fact, what Erhong envies most is not Sister Wei's beauty, but the precious innocence and clarity in her heart.

"Mingyue should laugh at me and laugh at me now. The moon is shallow and the lights are deep, where to find the clouds in the dream. ”

At this time, the moonlight of Guan Ju Palace is like a gentle net, dense and long, woven from the sky to the ground, you can feel that the net is soft and wet, and the smell soaked in the net is sweet and sweet, cool and silky, from the nose to the heart.

Walking through the last corridor of the Prince's Mansion, seeing that it was almost to the place where the lights were blazing, and the moon net seemed to be gone, Erhong said to Zhu Zhanji in a soft and resolute tone: "I'm sorry, I don't think I can promise you." ”

"It doesn't matter, although you will always be the most suitable person in my heart. But if one day, you are really willing to go, maybe I will be reluctant. Zhu Zhanji said softly and relievedly.

Hearing Zhu Zhanji's answer, Wu Erhong felt as if he had lost something, empty.

And Zhu Zhanji also seems to be a little sad.

Seeing Zhu Zhanji's sincere sadness, Erhong's heart became relieved again.

Maybe Zhu Zhanji is still the beautiful boy who made her heart pound at first sight, and he will not soon become a black-bellied emperor who becomes unscrupulous in order to maintain imperial power.

Erhong persistently believes that even if he will become the emperor in the future, for Erhong, he will definitely leave a place for himself as a friend in his heart.

It's like the moon they saw in the Nanjing Imperial Palace tonight. In fact, the moon is still the same moon, but the people who look at the moon have changed their location and mood, so the moon has changed.

Perhaps, all the changes are just because of growth. When people grow up, they will have a lot of things in their hearts.

In February of the twelfth year of Yongle, in order to let Zhu Zhanji accept the battlefield experience, Zhu Di ordered him to follow him to Mongolia in person.

Although I am not used to separating from Zhu Zhanji again, for Wu Erhong and Zhu Zhanji, perhaps, this parting came just right.

Previously, she had never refused any of Zhu Zhanji's requests, and this time she refused to go to the Han Palace, perhaps, in the hearts of Zhu Zhanji and Erhong, it was a little awkward.

Let this short parting in the army let them see each other's hearts more clearly.

(Dear friends, when you love someone deeply, can't you bear to refuse any request from the other person?) That's how it is for the author. Thank you for your support. ）