In the courtyard outside the house, the lower door was happily playing the fireworks that Yuan Nuojing bought for them. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info was playing with a group of maids in the rising Shui Mo'er, but was suddenly pulled aside by a big hand, she subconsciously wanted to give the man a backhand palm, but the palm stopped when she saw the person's face.

"Liang Jingyuan?!" Shui Mo'er exclaimed, and Liang Jingyuan quickly covered her mouth and made a silent gesture to her. Only then did she look around smartly, and saw that everyone was immersed in the gorgeous fireworks feast, completely oblivious to their small movements in the corner.

"Why are you here? Isn't there a banquet in the palace tonight? Shui Mo'er dragged him around the corner, and after making sure that no one could see them, she deliberately lowered her voice and asked, but the little face couldn't hide her surprise.

Liang Jingyuan smiled warmly: "I told Brother Zhao that I wanted to come and see you, and he specially approved me to take an hour's leave." That's why I'm coming to see you, but soon the feast will be over, and I'll be back before then. ”

Shui Mo'er pouted unhappily: "What, it's like this again." ”

Liang Jingyuan took out a silver hairpin from his arms, which was engraved with Shui Mo'er's name: "Mo'er, I know that you will not lack these things when you follow the princess, but this is what I carved for you with my own hands, on behalf of my heart, I hope you can accept it." ”

Shui Mo'er took the hairpin, looked at it, and was overjoyed, so she changed to a reluctant look: "Count you!" ”

In the corner of the courtyard, the two lived this rare and sweet Chinese New Year's Eve for them in a soft voice. Since the emperor and the princess fell out, the opportunities for them to meet are really getting fewer and fewer, so both of them cherish this rare moment.

In the distance in the capital, every household is happy. The happiness of ordinary people is probably so simple, and Zhong Yang, who is sitting at this moment and how many people dream of sitting on a high position, is gradually drifting away in the lively Chinese New Year's Eve drinking banquet.

"Your Majesty? Emperor? The queen's voice beside him came, and Zhong Yang came back to his senses, only to see the queen with a decent smile, "Prime Minister Hu Cheng is toasting the emperor!" ”

Zhong Yang raised the wine glass on the table awkwardly, and gestured to Hu Nuozhi in the air: "During this time, the prime minister has worked hard!" ”

"Where, where!" Hu Nuozhi smiled and drank all the wine in the glass, and then sat back in the banquet. The monarch and the minister looked at each other, and they both knew that tonight's joy was just an illusion. Even Yuwen Ruying, who always felt happy because she could be by the emperor's side, forced a smile tonight, and since the fall of Empress Dowager Rong, she hadn't seen much of a smile on her face.

"Fireworks!" Zhong Yang gave an order, and brilliant fireworks were set off inside and outside the city wall, and the monarchs and ministers were attracted by the carefully prepared fireworks. It's just that this night's joy hides a little bit of hypocrisy and a bit of sincerity behind it, and I don't know.

Zhong Yang's gaze followed the direction of the fireworks, and slowly fell to the direction of the courtyard that Yuan Nuojing had carefully prepared for Feng Shu'an on the outskirts of the city. It was supposed to be a festival of reunion, but his relatives were separated from each other, and he was really getting more and more confused sometimes, what he was doing so much for.

Chinese New Year's Eve ended with the cheers and fireworks of the crowd, and the next day, the first day rose, and the snow in the imperial city had not yet melted. On the snow-white ground, there were traces of carriages pressing over, and a simple carriage stopped in front of the palace gate, and the guards saw that it was General Li's token, and immediately let it go. When Zhong Yang transferred Li Feifeng to the south, he promoted him to a general, although this promotion speed is unprecedented, but Li Feifeng's achievements in the war in the north are obvious to all, so there is basically no opposition in the DPRK and China. Besides, if he is not sent in the war in the south, who can he send?

The carriage finally waited on the main road leading to the Golden Luang Palace, and after that, it was no longer possible to ride the carriage, but had to walk in. Li Feifeng was the first to jump out of the carriage and stretched out his hand to the people in the carriage. But Feng Shu'an just glanced at him lightly, and got out of the carriage with the coachman's men.

"When I treated the wound last night, it hurt so much that it was so painful, and I forgot the pain when the scar was healed, no matter how big you are, I don't care about you when the wound is opened." Feng Shu'an glanced at him, his eyes fell on the majestic palace not far in front of him, and there was still an hour before the early dynasty, "Let's go!" ”

The two of them didn't bring anyone else, so they walked step by step on the snowflakes on the ground towards the Jinluan Palace, leaving two clear footprints along the way.

In the Jinluan Palace, the empress is waiting for the emperor to wear a dragon robe, yesterday was Chinese New Year's Eve, the empress was rarely allowed to stay, in fact, Zhong Yang still has a trace of guilt for the empress in her heart, after all, she has always been called a virtuous wife, and she can be regarded as serving herself wholeheartedly, but unfortunately her infatuation cannot be reciprocated. Especially when he personally sent her mother to the place where the birds don't, he still felt a little sorry for the queen, after all, she was just a poor woman.

"Your Majesty, General Li is out asking to see you." Outside the door, there was the voice of Fu Gonggong's voice.

"Li Feifeng?" Zhong Yang's brows furrowed slightly, "What is he doing so early?" ”

Outside, Father-in-law Fu is still waiting for Zhong Yang's reply.

"Let him wait in the side hall, just have breakfast together."

"Yes!"

The figure outside the door left, and the movements in the queen's hands did not stop, and she just sorted out Zhong Yang's clothes at this time.

"You go freshen up too!" Zhong Yang gave a faint command and walked to the side hall.

It's just that the moment he walked into the side hall, his footsteps stopped, because Li Feifeng was not the only one sitting in the hall. Zhong Yang glanced at Father-in-law Fu, only to see that the latter lowered his head with a guilty face. He snorted coldly, then walked over to the round table and sat down.

"See the Emperor." Li Feifeng and Feng Shu'an were blessed together.

Zhong Yang didn't rush to say anything, but picked up the silver chopsticks on the table and ate it early.

"General Li came over so early, he must have not had breakfast yet, come on, come on, sit down and eat together, and talk about something while eating." Zhong Yang greeted Li Feifeng politely, completely ignoring Feng Shu'an.

Feng Shu'an stood in place with her head down, she knew that he was angry in her heart, and she thought that it would be like this, but she still couldn't help but feel aggrieved in her heart.

"Your Majesty, Princess Yuxiang ......"

"I told you to sit down and talk, didn't you hear?" Zhong Yang accentuated his tone, the silver chopsticks were heavily placed on the table by him, and the thick smell of gunpowder gradually diffused in the side hall, he glanced at Father-in-law Fu on the side, "It seems that I am too casual on weekdays, so you dare to take what I say as the wind in your ears, right?!" (To be continued.) )