The few people at the table in the room didn't know the complicated and unbearable emotions in their Highness's hearts at the moment, and they only drank the unpleasant tea on the table without saying a word. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Miao Zhi's room was originally deliberately arranged on the side of the back street, but she had to switch places with Ning Er, and the guys in the restaurant were in a hurry.

The news of Jiahe's arrival at Lingciguan is like having wings, and it spread to Xinjin City in one day, although the road is extremely dangerous to encounter a wild wolf, but it is taken lightly by someone with a heart, Bei'an Huang is strange and does not suspect anything else, just say a word.

At dusk, the news that Princess Zhaohua and her entourage arrived at Feicheng, the moonset border, also followed. The two princesses were taken over by the generals of the two countries, so the team to send off the relatives on the Beixin side will return soon.

Bei Anhuang's hand holding the brush trembled a little, even after experiencing the chaos of the countries more than ten years ago, his mood was still as excited as it was then, and even with a little hope.

I talked to the man all night last night, and he knew all the arrangements, and even the details were discussed, and they carefully laid out and set the traps, just waiting for the prey to fall into the net.

Bei Anhuang thought of this, the blood flowing in his body seemed to have a sense of eagerness, his hand shook, and the pitch-black ink fell on the unfolded fold on the table with a "click", and after a closer look, the blurred ink was completely wrapped in the word "Cheng".

He couldn't help but laugh, was it an omen? This word represents success! He simply put down the brush in his hand, and suddenly wanted to look at his "prey" again. ”

"Come, many, spread my will, and set up a family banquet in Liufang Hall today." The bright yellow boots of the golden silk embroidered dragon strode out of the Xuande Palace, and his palms were itching now, and it was time to practice archery.

New Jin City, Bachelor's House.

Shen Fengyi stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, staring at the original location of the ancient locust tree in the courtyard in a daze, earlier he ordered Brother Jun to cut down and remove the tree, but he specially ordered not to fill and level the big hole left by digging up the roots of the tree, and the swarthy hole was so abrupt and obvious that it occupied the middle of the courtyard.

Last night, he was in the palace and didn't sleep all night. At this moment, he still did not show the slightest sign of sleepiness.

On the old and peeled desk, pen, ink, paper, and inkstones are neatly arranged, and there are a few books stacked in the corner of the table, and only a few notes are cluttered and slumped on the table, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Carefully looking at the above content, it is exactly the same as the news received by the new emperor of the north.

The slender figure came against the light and pushed the door straight in.

"Master, the news from Dongyuan has been sent, and Childe should receive it in half a month."

"Got it, you go down!" He said in a deep voice, the smile on his face grew thicker, and even the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were clearly visible.

In this world, he only cared about his son, and even if he couldn't call him father, he was willing to pave all the roads for him.

This time, he asked him to go to Dongyuan as a traveler, just to let him meet his ruthless mother who he had never met, and it could be regarded as the last trace of love and pity he had for her.

He paced to the bookshelf, where the pearlescent velvet brocade box was opened, and a few yellowed letters lay quietly at the bottom of the box, beside which was an ivory comb smooth as jade.

Huo, he pulled out the sword on the wall, and cut the rope with only one calligraphy of "forbearance" written on it. The painting fell to the ground with a bang, and the bright colors were clearly visible on the back.

The painting was picked up, and the back, which was supposed to be blank, was painted with a woman dressed in bright clothes and with a beautiful face. She lowered her eyebrows, her right hand holding the mandarin duck silk handkerchief gently supported her chin, her shining eyes wanted to refuse, and her face was flushed with shyness.

That eyebrows, that figure, no matter how you look at it, can only be one person, the current Empress of the Eastern Yuan Dynasty ---- Shen Yueyan.

Shen Fengyi's dark eyes lingered on the face of the woman in the painting for a moment, and then, as soon as he raised his hand, the painting fell into the charcoal basin in the corner of the wall and burst into flames, followed by the letters in the box.

In just one cup of tea, only a pile of paper ashes and the painting scroll that had not yet burned out were left in the charcoal basin.

Shen Fengyi exhaled fiercely, put his entire body into the Taishi chair, and then closed his eyes tightly, holding the ivory comb in his hand.

He snorted coldly and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Still reluctant! Even though he burned her portrait and letter, even if he wanted to say goodbye to everything about her, the moment he picked up the ivory comb, his heart once again softened irrepressibly, and he didn't even listen to his head to make many excuses for his cowardly behavior at the moment.

Even if it was burned, what could it be, the painting he had painted for her himself, had long been imprinted in his mind. That letter was also ripened by the rolling melons that he had memorized in many **** nights.

He opened his eyes, and there was a hint of depression and forbearance in his dark eyes. The ivory comb in his hand was loosened and clenched and clenched and clenched several times in succession, and finally he actually lifted it high and made a gesture to drop it, but in a flash, he withdrew it again and carefully put it into the placket of his chest.

Perhaps, he doesn't have to be so entangled, he knows that one day, he will finally say goodbye to this comb, goodbye to the past, goodbye to her. However, not now, let him be willful again, only once.

At night, the Liufang Hall in the palace is singing and dancing, the lights are bright, it is not lively, but the atmosphere in the palace seems to have nothing to do with the excitement.

Bei Anhuang put down the luminous glass with half of the remaining wine in his hand, picked up the jade chopsticks on the side of the plate and ate some side dishes, he watched the dance in the center of the hall, and glanced at the faces of the few people sitting down with the corner of his eye, and his heart was indescribably relaxed and happy.

Bei Yiyu still has a gloomy complexion, I don't know if it is because he hasn't come out to see the light in the prince's palace for too long, and his complexion is much whiter and more delicate than before.

Bei Yiyuan, who was beside him, pursed his lips, lowered his eyes lightly, and didn't know what he was thinking, and the food in front of him didn't seem to have moved much.

Looking at Lan Miyun on the main seat again, she smiled like a flower, but no matter how she looked at that smile, she felt stiff, and her eyes were fluttering, always dodging unnaturally when Bei'an Huang's eyes swept over her.

Liang Yumeng didn't show up today, and I heard the doctor from the hospital reply that he was infected with the wind cold and couldn't see the wind.

However, Concubine Yan Pan was full of smiles during the banquet, her face was like a peach blossom, her lips and cheeks were full of joy, and she threw a flattering look at Bei'an Huang from time to time, which provoked her to sit down and the concubines who were not as high as her were jealous, and she received a lot of white eyes.

But that's it, she still hasn't relented, and she still goes her own way. In a few moments, the flask on her desk was empty.

The more sorrowful the people below, the happier Bei Anhuang became, he had a pleasure from the bottom of his heart, and the pleasure rose quickly, as if it would be surging out immediately. (To be continued.) )