Tang Fei felt that the journey back to the palace tonight seemed to be extraordinarily long compared to when he came. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I don't know if it's a trace of nostalgia for this romantic Shangyuan, entangled in time.

(Actually, it was Xiaoye's father-in-law who deliberately slowed down the carriage.) ）

Tang Fei had a quarrel with the emperor, and he didn't feel sleepy, so he opened the curtains and looked at the scenery outside.

It's late at night, and there are mostly couples returning home on the road.

Most of them are couples, and some have children.

Tang Fei looked at an old couple in a daze.

The two old men had gray hair and bent waists, and they walked in the snow like two little black dots.

But even so, the two of them were also holding hands, and they couldn't tell who was supporting whom, and they snuggled up to each other and walked forward.

Tang Fei suddenly felt a little sentimental.

In my previous life, I heard a song: 'The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you.' ’

But Tang Fei had never been in love at that time, so naturally he didn't have any deep feelings.

But looking at such a scene at this time, I can't help but feel a little astringent.

They may have been vigorous, have had all kinds of quarrels, have had differences, have had irreconcilable contradictions, may have been ordinary all their lives, but they are always as warm as water.

In any case, at this moment, in the last moments of life, the person who accompanies you is each other.

At this time, can you only sigh that the past is like smoke?

In the previous life, there was a couple in the entertainment industry who were originally in love with each other, and the wife wrote such a sentence in the diary: 'Although it is easy to fall in love, marriage is not easy, do it and cherish it'.

At that time, Tang Fei, as a husband who had always advertised himself as a good man, was stunned, full of sadness and surprise, dissatisfied with the wife's grievances and forbearance, but never seriously thought about this sentence.

But now that I calm down and think about it, this sentence really contains a lot of helplessness and reality.

Tang Fei has always been jealous and hateful about cheating, but how can he live a chic and free life, without worrying about so many worldly but real objective things in life, and not wronging himself?

Tang Fei looked at the emperor beside him lightly, will you be the one who will accompany me until I am old?

So old that the other concubines are dead, and only the two of us are left to depend on each other?

Thinking of this, Tang Fei couldn't help but laugh lightly with some self-deprecation.

The emperor was also looking out the window, but what the emperor was looking at was a couple with children behind the two old men.

A family of three, happy and happy, not to mention how happy it is.

Kids, kids......

The emperor really wants a child.

Because children represent hope, their heirs, and the future of the country.

The emperor hugged Tang Fei and blew hot air in her ear: "Give me a baby." ”

Tang Fei smiled bitterly in his heart, this birth is a matter of two people, and where can he give birth by himself.

But he said: "Your Majesty has so many sisters in the harem, where are the concubines." Isn't An Cairen pregnant over there, and in a few months, His Majesty will be the father again. ”

The emperor rarely heard Tang Fei's jealous words like this, and couldn't help laughing: "She gave birth to a child, and you gave birth to a prince." ”

These words came out of the emperor's mouth, lightly, as casually as if he was joking.

But Tang Fei knew that the emperor was not joking.

After getting along for so long, Tang Fei also touched a little bit of the emperor's doorway, and the emperor never joked about political affairs.

Since he mentioned the word 'prince', it must be true, then he must have thought so.

Tang Fei's heart moved slightly, and an indescribable emotion instantly spread from her heart to her eyes.

Tang Fei turned around and looked at the emperor's eyes seriously: "Your Majesty, do you know?" Concubines never show off, let alone be jealous. ”

"Because the concubine has always felt that a truly temperamental noble girl will not show off everything she has, and will not tell others what books she has read, where she has been, how many clothes she has, and what jewelry she has bought, because she has no inferiority complex."

Tang Fei gently stroked his hand to the emperor's face: "But in this world, the only thing that makes me want to show off to the whole world, the only thing that makes me jealous..."

"There is only your love, Your Majesty."

The emperor didn't speak, just glanced at Tang Fei deeply, and then hugged her tightly in his arms.

Deep love is a thunderbolt in the chest, and the sword of lips and teeth is only light and light.

At this moment, Tang Fei was also a little unable to distinguish his heart, and he couldn't tell the truth from the falsehood in his words.

Tang Fei loves the emperor and has feelings for the emperor.

But love?

She didn't know, and she didn't dare to know.

"That's it, that's it."

Tang Fei said to himself secretly in his heart.

But I don't know why her eyes are sour, is it because she thinks of Duan Zhiyuan?

In the quiet winter night, what has not yet diffused is the romance of the Shangyuan Festival.

The moonlight seems to be very cold, but the Kong Ming lanterns floating in the sky, like a faltering meteor shower, make this solemn sky also become tender.

The fifteenth moonlight poured over the earth, like cold, but gently whispered to the city wall.

On the streets that seemed to be long and endless, horse-drawn carriages 'wheeled' around, treading through the sky and the earth in the hazy night.

Shangyuan Festival, as a lively and grand festival in the Great Cloud Country, naturally held a grand celebration in the palace.

The night banquet in the palace was co-hosted by Concubine Wei and Concubine Zuo.

These two women with the highest rank and the most noble status in the palace, surrounded by many lowly concubines, sat in the golden hall like stars holding the moon.

Since it is the Shangyuan Festival, I want to celebrate it with the emperor.

But throughout the night banquet, the emperor was never seen.

If this is the case, what is the point of extravagant singing and dancing in a lively banquet?

It is said that life is a besieged city.

In fact, the palace is even more so, people from the outside want to come in, and people inside want to go out.

Everyone is envious of other people's lives, but they don't know that what they are having is what others envy.

How can there be anything perfect in the world?

If you get some, you have to lose a little, so that you can be fair to God.

Wei Guifei was sad in her heart, and it was inevitable that she drank a few more glasses.

Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk.

She looked outside the palace, which was the sky lantern put by the concubines and maids in the palace.

Flying in the dark night sky, they were like fireflies dotted on a huge black screen.

Those lamps carry the most sincere wishes of countless women, big and small.

They hope that the gods in the sky will receive the sky lanterns they emit, and then fulfill their wishes.

"Hahahaha" Wei Guifei looked at the fluttering lights, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

As for why she laughed, she didn't even know herself.

She felt that she might be a little drunk, otherwise why would there be so many strange melancholy and panic in her heart?

Such a mood shouldn't belong to the proud Wei Guifei~

Everyone has their own wishes, but what about their own?

Sometimes she feels that her wish has already been granted.

Sometimes she feels that she may not be able to achieve it in this life.

Concubine Wei laughed loudly, and seemed to be unusually happy. (To be continued.) )