"My lord, the cloak has not yet been put on." Kunjiao held the lotus dress in her arms, and followed suit.

"Don't follow me." Yuan Lingjun flicked his sleeves and strode forward.

She walked faster and faster, through the sycamore forest, and stopped under a golden tree with lush foliage.

There is a stone garden torch under the tree, the ground is scattered with osmanthus petals, a little fluttering in the nose, Yuan Lingjun raised his face to look at the top of his head, the tree is decorated with small golden flowers, exuding a refreshing fragrance under the faint moonlight.

Hundred-year-old golden wood, can be made into dishes, pastries, wine, after the medicine has the effect of phlegm, cough, shengjin, Fan Guifei especially loved.

Yuan Lingjun stroked the trunk of the tree and grinned.

"Lord." Kunjiao was silent, raised her sleeves to cover her mouth, and her eyes widened.

"Shut up!" Yuan Lingjun pulled out the hairpin and stabbed at the trunk.

The gilded hairpin laboriously slid down, sinking about an inch deep into the tree, and the peeled bark turned out to be a tender color.

The long hairpin is still in the body of the tree, emitting a golden light, it is like a dagger that is piercing people's hearts, and it is terrifying.

Qu Yi grasped it, slowly pulled it off, and quietly tucked it in his sleeve.

The palms of his hands were stained crimson. He said to her, "His hand holds the authority of the vice-king."

Now it seems ridiculous.

Yuan Lingjun shivered from the cold, but as long as she remembered those troublesome things, she would immediately straighten her back and muster up the courage to face the chill of the autumn night.

Seemingly, it's not so cold anymore. She thought of the peach tree in Zitai, the yellow plum blossom in Changji Palace, and thought of her father.

Father, where is he at the moment? She burst into tears, sobbed, wiped it with the back of her hand, rubbed her eyes back and forth, tears and blood on her face, how wolf bèi how wolf bèi.

Kunjiao was worried: "Lord, let's go back to the palace." ”

"Ignore me, I'm sad and want to be alone for a while." Yuan Lingjun put aside Kunjiao, climbed the stones, and climbed to the top of the rockery.

She sat down with her back to Kunjiao, hung her feet in the air, felt out Fei Qiongji, who had never left her again, brought it to her lips, and blew the song "Partridge Flying" intermittently.

Whimpering in the song, there are many unsatisfactory downfalls in life, confusion and entanglement of where to go.

"On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, a good "Partridge Flying" was played desolately."

A person appeared beside him silently, and Yuan Lingjun didn't even notice it.

She put down her grip and glared at him: "I want you to take care of it, I am willing." ”

Fu Lingding was not annoyed, she suddenly approached her face, stared at her cheeks intertwined with blood and tears, looked carefully for a while, shook her head and sighed: "It seems to be sad enough." Yuan Lingjun blinked, not understanding.

Fu Lingding took off the sweat towel, bit it in his mouth and tore off half of it, took Yuan Lingjun's right hand, checked the specific location of the wound in the moonlight, and then carefully wrapped it around.

"The lord is because the noble concubine is having a temper, won't it be the third Song Linglong?"

He's guessing everything, hell. "Fan Xin is different from Song Linglong, he is his mother's nephew and the Fan family." She has no good impression of the Fan family and is not at ease.

Yuan Lingjun squeaked in pain, "Tap." Fu Lingding let go of his hand movements.

"The three-foot boy of Changshan knows that I, the king, are just a puppet king and a poor worm. My mother was manipulative and self-serving, and she would not consult me at all. Yuan Lingjun paused, her hand had been wrapped into a big zongzi, she was a little hungry, so she looked away and continued: "I have always followed her wishes, and she has full authority to handle the affairs of the military and political courts, and now she has to arrange her own family in the future." Childe was even more angry, he didn't even stand on my side. ”

Skillfully tied the knot, Fu Lingding looked at it a few times and was very satisfied.

"Changshan Hall is right, disobeying the noble concubine will not be beneficial." Having seen that person a few times, the dragon and phoenix among the people, not a cheesy person, Fu Lingding couldn't help but say good things for Qu Yi: "Changshan Hall is calm and calm in the face of trouble, and there is no loss of square inches due to emergencies, resulting in an unmanageable situation." The lord ran out in anger, and he didn't listen to the opportunity to explain to Chang Shan Palace, presumably Chang Shan Hall had nowhere to talk in his heart, and besides, the lord was uncomfortable in his heart, so why not ask in person. ”

"Nonsense." Every word he said was explaining for Qu Yi. Yuan Lingjun knocked on his forehead, and his brain hurt.

Fu Lingding stood up, looked at the bright and dazzling frost disk, and sighed in his heart. The full moon shines brightly on his hometown, and when will he be able to return to his hometown and reunite with his relatives who have been forced to disperse.

He brushed his robe, arched his sleeves and said: "The cold air of the autumn night hits people, the lord returned to the palace to rest earlier, and the villain retired." ”

Yuan Ling didn't pay any attention, watched Fu Lingding go away, and sat alone for a while before calling Kunjiao back to the palace.

"Kunjiao, should I ask Childe?"

Kunjiao tied her lotus clothes: "The little maid doesn't know, but the little maid feels that there are some things that the lord's appearance is like a child." ”

Yuan Lingjun muttered: "It's not ......"

"Kunjiao, let's go get the hairpin back, don't let my mother's people see it." Yuan Lingjun suddenly figured it out, grabbed his cloak, and hurried to the way he came.

The master and servant found the golden wood, and were about to take the hairpin and go back, but only a trace of the hairpin was left on the trunk, and the hairpin was gone.

"It's on this tree, and the scratches are still on it." Yuan Lingjun scratched her head, wondering who took the hairpin, she kicked the grass around her with her toes, searched around, and still found nothing.

"Kunjiao, look on the ground."

The two searched the grass and tree trunks around them.

Yuan Lingjun stomped his feet angrily: "It's just a hairpin, what if my mother sees it, I won't admit it." ”

There was no moonlight in the bedroom, the candlesticks were lit, the maid burned the fragrance of osmanthus in a furnace placed on the top of the table, and the faint smoke drifted in the air, staining Fan Xin's face.

Fan Xin sat on the mattress, did not move a step, and leaned on the table when he was tired of sitting to relax his body for the time being. He heard that the lord was disgusted with the tyranny of the good servants, and made fun of them in every way. Now that he is sandwiched between Fan Guifei and King Changshan, he can't get benefits on both sides, and his situation is worrying, how will the lord treat him.

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with it, the voice of the maid greeting came from outside.

Before Fan Xin could get up to greet him, the girl in white broke in menacingly, standing still in front of him, looking vicious.

Fan Xin bowed his head and bowed, but Yuan Lingjun plucked the hosta with his curled hair, pulled off the bun, took off the stained robe indiscriminately, ripped open the collar of the deep coat, and a delicate white jade slipped out.

"Haven't seen a woman in a wide coat?!" Yuan Lingjun yelled at him, reached into his collar, and pulled out two large cotton balls.

Fan Xin eliminated the last trace of fear in his heart, but felt cold and hopeless. For the first time, he felt that although the thatched hut he lived in with his mother as a child was simple and dilapidated, and could not shelter from the wind and rain, he missed it very much.

If the body is cold, you can add clothes, if the heart is cold, it is a stone that cannot be hot.