At the same time, in the twilight, in the Chongyang Palace of the Yuandu Imperial City, King Ning was sitting silently opposite the queen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mu Qingrong had something on his hands, and somehow, King Ning didn't greet him when he came. Seeing that she was explaining some things to Rong Yu, King Ning was not in a hurry, and sat on the Taishi chair opposite the warm couch, just looking at her side face in silence.

The afternoon sun is dappled with a little bit of broken gold, the golden crow will hang low, hanging low on the side of the sky, in the shadows drawn by the eaves of the palace, there is a cool wind mixed with plum blossoms fluttering quietly rolling, sketching into a pair of idle ink.

Looking back at the furnishings around him, the copper furnace is smoked with elegant jade incense, in the unclear and dark room, the palace maids are well-trained, and the maids who serve stand every few steps, and the people who have errands have a clear division of labor, and they are quietly and quickly doing the things assigned by the master. Listen carefully, and only then can you occasionally hear a few words of the palace maid's very low voice.

King Ning didn't know what he remembered, so he smiled meaninglessly, and the focus of his eyes gradually became confused.

After Mu Qingrong finished explaining, she turned around and remembered that King Ning had been called by her for a long time, although so, she did not sincerely apologize, but stared at King Ning coldly, seeing that he was so distracted but did not intend to speak, but the corners of her mouth curled up a slight arc and sneered.

Rong Yu walked to the door, saluted King Ning, bent down and retreated, King Ning was interrupted by Rong Yu's figure leaving, and turned his head to look at the queen.

The passage of time does not seem to leave any traces on this woman, not only taking away the sharpness and stubbornness of youth, but also giving this woman a graceful, elegant and peaceful atmosphere. There was an unhurried and leisurely smell of her hands and feet, as if many things were under control, or they didn't make her panic. People look at it, and they can't help but relax like that.

King Ning slowly stood up, walked to the Duobao Pavilion beside him, and looked at the things on it, there were not many things on the Duobao Pavilion, most of them were empty, and a delicate and simple utensil was placed every two or three. He looked at it for a while, reached out to one of the lattices, and took out a small ear box that was incompatible with the other furnishings, the box was made of yellow rosewood, twice the size of the palm, and the lid was carved with a long and handsome banyan tree with lush foliage, although the material was good, but the carving was indeed a little jerky, but because the tree was very well drawn, it made people a little loved.

King Ning took it in his hand and looked at it, as if inadvertently, as if he wanted to break the embarrassment between the two, and took the box and asked the queen who was sitting on the edge of the bed, "This...... It doesn't look like something from the Imperial Palace, but who made it for you? ”

The queen looked at the things in his hand, and her eyes softened slightly: "That was made to me by Jin'er when she was fifteen years old and when she was young." ”

King Ning was stunned, he didn't expect this to be from Song Jin's hand, the impression left by this daughter on her was always so ordinary, taciturn, and very nonexistent, if it weren't for the fact that she was the eldest princess of Ning Kingdom, maybe she wouldn't have chosen her at all for such an important thing as marrying Han Yan. And skipping the eldest daughter to arrange the marriage of the younger children directly will also be criticized by the world.

He was holding the box, some of which were not in taste, and he didn't know whether to put it down or continue to hold it in his hand.

The queen looked at him and looked at the box and said a little sarcastically: "Why, Your Majesty is strange that Jin'er would make such a beautiful thing?" ”

King Ning looked at her, opened his mouth to say something, but stopped again, and the room fell into an awkward silence again. After a while, King Ning raised his head and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Jin'er to be so old, now that I think about it, I did miss a lot of her growing years, but she was raised by your side, and you didn't get close to our father and daughter very much, so I had to give all my attention to Li'er." ”

Mu Qingrong just sneered when she heard this, "Want to accompany Jin'er in her growing years?" Want to make up for your shortcomings as a father? Then you will show how much you love her by marrying her to another country and relatives? ”

King Ning's face turned blue and pale, and he wanted to get angry, but he endured it. He calmly explained to Mu Qingrong: "Rong'er, you blame me, although Jin'er is more distant from me and doesn't spend much time together, she is my first child, me and your eldest daughter, how can I not care about her and not be good for her?" You haven't seen this prince of Han Yan yet, a talent, he is the eldest son of Queen Han Yan, Wenzhi and martial arts are by no means things in the pool, he has been cultivated according to the prince since he was a child, his identity is no problem, no accident will be the lord of Han Yan in the future, Jin'er is the queen of Han Yan, Yuan Yun This child is very good, before the marriage, I sent someone to Han Yan to inquire, he is simply a good son-in-law in the hearts of Han Yan's famous nobles and Qing nobles, how many people are eager to marry him——"

King Ning explained dryly, he had wanted to come to the queen to talk about the arrangements for Song Jin's marriage, but he really didn't have the courage to step into this Chongyang Palace, which was obviously very warm and quiet, but it was not open to him, and instinctively delayed the opportunity to explain to her again and again. Maybe subconsciously he already knew that his queen would not approve of his decision, and wanted to avoid being speechless by her questioning, and he didn't want to let himself be hurt by her again, so he kept avoiding, but he always had to do what he had to do.

Mu Qingrong looked at him, her eyes became cold little by little, even if she hated this man again, she at least thought that he had feelings for herself, and she really loved their daughter, until she heard about the marriage between Song Jin and Prince Hanyan, she found that the most important thing in this man's heart was actually only himself. She couldn't believe that this man was still cheating on herself, and after being provoked by her, he continued to tease her with delusional words.

She threw a letter in front of King Ning, a simple brown cover was open, and a corner of the narrow paper was faintly visible, King Ning looked at her, frowned at the envelope, hesitated, but still picked it up, took it out, shook it open, and read it.

The more he looked at it, his eyes widened and he went faster and faster, and soon he finished reading the whole letter, raised his head, he pinched the letter paper tightly, and asked the beautiful woman in front of him: "This—this, where did you get this news?" ”

Mu Qingrong didn't reply, she slowly got off the bed, did the tea table on the other side of the warm pavilion, shook the rattle bell and called the little girl to get hot water, picked up the tea here, the hot water room has been simmering hot water, and soon sent into a pot of hot spring water, Mu Qingrong opened the tea leaves at the bottom of the pot, skillfully picked up the kettle to slowly soak the tea leaves, and then the precipitation was filled and poured out, and repeated as it was, the whole set of actions flowed, the woman in the wide robe and big sleeves turned her movements into a painting, a dance, every gesture is so appropriate, That kind of beauty, through the mist of the swirling copper furnace, projected on the screen, makes people's eyes also trance, as if this is not a house in the world, but Tiangong Xianque, she is the owner there, but Song Yucheng knows that this is just her arbitrary, in a certain period of history that cannot be mentioned, her good education has allowed her to change these rules from always remembering to daily behavior, into the bone marrow, worthy of the nobility of her own blood.

Song Yucheng was stupid, he looked at her every movement greedily, and tried to engrave these in his mind, so that he could spend the years when he couldn't see each other in the future.

After doing everything, Mu Qingrong handed a cup of water three times, and the clear and clear Yunding nectar to King Ning, and picked up a cup herself, after taking a sip, she squinted her eyes slightly, as if she tasted the sweetness of ironing the body, and cast the rising heat, she moved her eyes to the man in front of her, her husband in her name, and the symbol of the supremacy of Ningguo.

Mu Qingrong looked at him fixedly for a while, and asked him softly, "Do you remember the last time I made tea for you, when was it?" ”

Song Yucheng was puzzled, of course he remembered, he couldn't forget everything between them, but he didn't understand why she mentioned it.

Mu Qingrong smiled, a little helpless, as if he was laughing at his hindsight, and as if he was laughing at his indifference: "The last time I made tea for you was the year I first came to you, that year...... A lot of things have happened, and after that, for a full eighteen years, I didn't send anything to you, and today I made a pot with my own hands again, to tell you, Song Yucheng, I have kept my promise for the past eighteen years, stay in this cage, and soon I will return you a favor, and then our fate will be over. ”