After seven years, the young man who used to hold the green lotus in his hand once again appeared on the bustling streets of the imperial capital as an emperor.

Ning Xi went out, dressed in white and with black hair, always had a wide robe and wide sleeves, and behaved gracefully. He led Shui Wuyi and others, and everywhere he went, he carefully promoted new rice. Women and women, young and old, rushed to inform that the long street of Furong was empty for a while. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law clamored that the head of the family came to receive the rice, and stopped to look forward to it, and some girls forgot to wear autumn water, and this word naturally reached the ears of the queen mother.

When the Queen Mother stepped into the Qianyang Palace, Pingyao was bowing her head to wipe the utensils.

There was no time to kneel, and the Queen Mother had already sat down with Grandma Cui's hand.

didn't wait for Pingyao to speak, only to hear the Queen Mother say: "The method that Rong Zifang presented to the emperor, the emperor doesn't need it, forget it." Now, he still personally goes to the street to promote what three-crop rice, what is the difference between this and the market vendors. What kind of system does a dignified emperor become? It's autumn now, and the mourning family wants to see how he grows rice. ”

As the head of the household department, Rong Zifang has repeatedly made many folds since the last Qingyan River burst its embankment, asking the imperial court to build a dam. He also tried to plant rice in person, and the last time the Qinghuang border flooded in chaos, he also donated half a year. Not to mention that his only daughter is still in the palace and enjoys the dignity of a noble concubine. is such a loyal and loyal Lord Rong, but the master prefers not to accept his affection.

Pingyao lowered her eyes and smiled, she had followed the Queen Mother since she was a child, and she naturally heard the sound of the Queen Mother's words. Pingyao knew that the Queen Mother didn't care about whether the rice could be grown this year, and the Queen Mother was concerned about the current master's attitude towards Lord Rong.

The master is so obviously working against Rong Zhifang, and the queen mother is here, obviously letting herself warn him.

Comprehending, Pingyao held the hand of the Queen Mother, went out and said with a smile: "Slave maid, let's go out and have a look, don't be angry with your old man." ”

Pingyao walked out of the palace gate, entered a small red sedan chair, and said to the little soup beside him: "You go to the Zhuqi Pavilion to find Aunt Eleven, and let her go and see the master." ”

Xiao Tangzi received the order and went to do it.

Pingyao leaned back in the sedan chair, and comfortably tapped the cushion with his fingers.

Since, he and she have gone out of the palace to play. Why does she have to be stuffy in the palace every day? She, why don't you learn from them too, so as not to steal half a day of leisure? As he walked, the corners of Pingyao's slightly upturned mouth rose even more, and finally turned into a lotus bloom.

An hour later, the red sedan chair landed in a small farmhouse courtyard, and the beauty on the sedan chair smiled and jumped to the ground. Pingyao's gaze swept over the inconspicuous courtyard from west to east, and the smile on his face did not decrease. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him, and it wasn't the last time they had made an appointment. He does things and is always so cautious. Such a cautious person dared to openly send a sedan chair to the palace gate to pick up people. Pingyao sighed softly, smiling and sighing, he is really incredible.

Pingyao stood outside the gate of the small courtyard and looked at him from a distance for a long time.

In the small courtyard, the man was holding a pampa fan and seriously bowing his head to make tea. A fallen leaf gently fluttered and landed on the soft brocade above his shoulder, gently fluttering in the wind. A faint smile spread across his lips, and the man who was making tea suddenly smiled: "You, are you getting lazier and lazier, standing for so long, won't the tea set be washed?" ”

Pingyao smiled when he heard the sound, and took brisk steps to pick up the fine dust, and in an instant, he had arrived in front of the man.

Pingyao picked up a piece of dim sum on the table, stuffed it into his mouth, and said with a smile: "The red sedan chair is too eye-catching." ”

"Oh"? The man raised his eyebrows and smiled, took the ice jade suzhan in her hand, and unfolded a jade-like smile, "Don't like it?" Then next time, I'll be a sedan chair driver myself, do you like Yao'er? ”

Since he said so, he naturally didn't need her to worry about it anymore.

Tenderness is like water, falling on the bottom of his deep eyes. Pingyao smiled faintly, half coquettish and half complained: "Last time, I said that I came to me, I waited for you for a long time, but why didn't I see you?" It's been almost two years, you"

The man helped Pingyao to sit down, and half a cup of tea was gently pushed in her hand, and the wisps of fragrance lingered around her nose.

There was a charming smile on his lips, and the man looked at Pingyao and said with affection: "Who said I didn't go?" Last time I went to Pujia Xuan to wait for you, I waited for so long, but it was the little girl from Yuxi who came. If you don't believe her, you go and ask her? ”

Pingyao pursed his lips lightly and took a sip of tea. When he looked up, he saw a trace of worry frowning between his eyebrows. Pingyao was a little surprised, and smiled hesitantly: "What is it, you can frown at it?" ”

The man smiled slightly, but his indifferent gaze also carried a trace of deep meaning, he hugged her and said, "It's going to be windy." ”

How could she not know what he said? A few years ago, when he was brought back by the emperor, she looked at him lying on the bed, with an almost white paper face and a pair of indifferent eyes, looking at people like ice. At that time, she knew that how could a person with such cold eyes be a person who was not sane?

In those two years, she waited for medicine in front of the bed and never left his side. In the years that followed, I grew up with him slowly, and waited for him to slowly open his heart. Listening to him talk about those childhood experiences, she frowned. He also took her with him, on Chinese New Year's Eve, watching the fireworks in the sky, and she saw herself in his eyes more brilliant than fireworks. She even sneaked out of the palace with him, dressed in black and tight-fitting, playing to see how she was flying outside the Bamboo Chess Pavilion, watching him grow step by step from a teenager to a forbearant and flourishing man.

Since when did she have such a firm belief that with him, she will surely achieve positive results.

"What do you need me to do?" The long sleeves are fluttering, the dark fragrance is floating, Pingyao raised his eyes and inquired, and he had already refilled the tea.

Tilting her head slightly, Mo Qingxuan Yin picked up a strand of her long hair that hung down and put it on her shoulder, "Yao'er, you don't have to do anything." Leave nothing at. Even if it really develops to the day when the palace is forced, you just need to believe me, and I will protect you. I know, what you're trying to say. If you want to ask about Yuhuang, you don't have to worry about him. Whatever he wants, let him go. All we do is take care of him. The way he wants to go, I won't stop him and tell him it won't work. When necessary, I would only walk with him. His road is not easy to walk, whether he is for that girl and subverts the world. Or for the sake of the world, I lost that girl. He is my brother, and I must protect him. ”

The love between master and servant is deep, for more than ten years, even more than sisters and brothers. Hearing this, she felt relieved for no reason.

With affection in his eyebrows, like a vein of water, Pingyao said: "Then what are you asking me to do?" ”

Mo Qingxuan smiled evilly and said playfully: "I miss you." ”

Pingyao also smiled and leaned into his arms.

A faint golden light, scattered through the leaves, a strand and a half, fell on his and her hair lips.

The wind is just right. (To be continued.) )