Unprovoked days and Hiting Ting, the night moon is a curtain of dreams, and the spring breeze is tender.

It was getting late, Minsa looked at the time, and if she didn't go back, she was afraid that her father would know about her sneaking to the Lingxi Festival, so she first offered to leave: "It's not early, I'm going back." ”

The uncle also looked up at the moonlight that was already shining through, took the lead in getting up, and then unconsciously reached out to pull her, and Minsa naturally put his hand on him and stood up.

The moment the uncle grabbed her hand, he suddenly realized that his action was a little disrespectful, maybe he had just chatted with the little woman too freely, so that he regarded her as a confidant and friend, and he didn't care about etiquette.

However, he suddenly understood that the little woman in front of him was from Yanzhou, and Yanzhou people didn't care about whether men and women were intimate or not.

The night is already deep, and the pairs of destined people have also met, and most of them have faded their veils, and those who intend to continue to contact can meet in Shuangfeipo in the future.

Minsa looked up at the heroic uncle, and suddenly there was a moment of reluctance.

This emotion is all over the place, inexplicable, and it is difficult to explain it clearly.

Chatting all night, listening to him tell his heart knots, understanding his infatuation, I didn't expect that in just a few days in Yunling, I would be lucky enough to participate in the Lingxi Festival, and I could meet an uncle to tell such a story to myself.

Otherwise, pretending to be a little guard every day, you can't wander around the imperial city, and you are not qualified to attend the court banquet of the nobles, and you don't even have the opportunity to feast your eyes on the beautiful scenery of the tomb and the magnificence of the imperial city.

"Little girl, say goodbye today, I don't know when we will be able to talk happily again." The uncle said when Mingsa was in a trance, and his words happened to be in Mingsa's heart.

"You are also pitiful, these things have been held back for more than ten years, and no one is willing to help you share them." Minsa grinned and joked, "It's a big deal that you endure for a year, and I'll be your listener again this time next year." She said proudly.

"Okay!" The uncle knew that Minsa was joking with him, so he laughed.

But what she said was the truth, except for this strange Yanzhou girl, who else could she talk to about her heart.

"Yanzhou is now part of the Lingling, and at this time next year, if you haven't married yet, we'll meet again at the Lingxi Festival."

"Don't worry, I won't get married so soon." Minsa waved his hand haughtily, and he was also interested: "I will still wear this robe next year, and you must keep it like this." As he spoke, Minsa stretched out his hand and pointed to the uncle's mask.

"It's a deal!" The uncle reached out and patted Minsa on the shoulder.

Both of them were full of interest and a little reluctant, and they paused for a few seconds before turning around and leaving.

The uncle walked some distance and looked back.

The figure that is getting smaller and smaller in the moonlight seems to be a fairy given to him by the gods, and on the day when she decided to open her heart, she really helped herself untie the knot with her brightness and smile.

With people who are destined, do happy things, and don't know the frost.

The eyes are like water, and the witty words are like strings. Thin a shadow, looking back at the Jiangnan Road.

It is said that the night before the Lingxi Festival, the spring rain was sprinkled all night.

The spring rain is tender, and the flowers are blooming, but there are three points of spring, one point of wind and rain, and two points of sorrow.

Wanfu, the lord of Yunling, stayed awake all night last night, and the rain on the stone steps outside the window also did not stop all night, and the air dripped until dawn.

Early in the morning of the Lingxi Festival, Wanfu went to the Lingling Hall to deal with government affairs, and was urged by the Minister of State who arrived later, reminding him that today was the day to go to the Lingxi Festival, and not to make excuses to delay here.

The Soul Master is a wise national teacher who has assisted three generations of lords, and ranks second in the Lingxiao Pavilion.

Lingxiao Pavilion is the list of glory of the heroes and warriors of the Lingling, and so far, there are ten people on the list.

The people on the list have either made great contributions to the life and death of Yunling, or have shown great courage in important wars, or like the spirit master, the reincarnation of the think tank star, and the assistance of all efforts, until the three generations of lords have led Yunling to reach its peak today.

Venerable Lord Wanfu had already officially agreed to the Spirit Master yesterday, and he would not avoid the Spirit Rhino Festival again today no matter what.

I promised the spirit master, and I also promised myself in my heart.

Fifteen years is the end of some things, and it is time to let some things have a beginning.

It is precisely because of this that Wanfu tossed and turned all night last night.

Recalling that when he was a young man, the Lingshi handed over the jade talisman of the lord to himself, and recited the testament of the ancestors: It is difficult for the master, and the people are all living on it. We will think deeply about the way to win the public, so that the four seas will be able to reach Kangfu, and the number will be boundless, but rest.

When he succeeded to the throne, it was less than a month before the death of his beloved woman.

Since then, Wanfu has put aside the pain in his heart and worked hard all night to inherit the teachings of his ancestors.

He has the sharpness and wisdom of an eagle, cultivating armor on the outside and virtue on the inside; Cultivating life and recuperation, sweeping away adultery and eliminating adultery; The master of raising tigers and wolves will be knighted according to merit; Abstain from luxury and simplicity, majestic and majestic. There has never been a day when he has not been in government, and there has never been a day when he has not trained soldiers. The long-lived army, which he brought out, was brave and good at fighting and never defeated, and it was not unrelated to his diligent teaching every day, regardless of his identity.

Today's Yunling is already a jackal without jackals on the road of Kyushu, and Anle is rich in the people.

Wanfu's nerves were a little leisurely, and he suddenly realized that he was still alone, and the past was surging, and he didn't know who he could talk to, and he didn't feel more and more desolate.

Since I have made up my mind to go to the Lingxi Festival, there is no excuse.

So Wanfu went back to the dormitory to change his heavy and noble robe embroidered with eight chapters of brocade, and changed into the clothes of ordinary people. I wanted to go to Lingxi Square outside the imperial city, but I always felt that I couldn't let go of something, so I changed my route to the mausoleum.

In the mausoleum of the Imperial City, there are dozens of mausoleums of the lords and princes and nobles of the past dynasties. If these mausoleums can shine at night, they will inevitably feel like the Milky Way is shallow in the starry sky.

The white mausoleum of Wanfu's beloved woman is small and exquisite, without extravagant treasures, but with beautiful carvings. In the huge imperial city mausoleum, it looks particularly chic and eye-catching, like a lover's teardrop, accidentally slipped into these luxurious mausoleums.

In the past ten years, I don't know how many times, Lord Wanfu has come here.

In the tomb of Yunling, in the empty silence, I miss the woman.

Miss them talking, laughing and playing, she smiled and looked forward to it;

Miss them affectionately looking at each other, she is absolutely beautiful and picturesque;

Miss them under the moon, she is like jade and wind.

At that time, they were together every day, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.

The woman that Wanfu has missed for fifteen years is named Qingzhi, she is the princess of Qingcheng, a power living in the north, and the princess Qing, who is known to the world as gentle and intelligent, and is also the favorite little sister of Qingcheng's lord Qingzheng.