When the palace gate was closed, her cronies came to urge, Huo Guifei said goodbye and returned to the palace, and Qu Yi sent her aunt and nephew outside the palace. The coachman had already driven the carriage to stand by under the elm tree not far from the door.

Coming out of the court, Huo Guifei put on her hat, turned around and said to Qu Yi, "Son, please stay." ”

Qu Yi returned the salute with arched sleeves, watched Huo Guifei board the carriage, suddenly turned her head, and cast an inquiring gaze on the other side. He pursed his lips and slowly arched his hand towards the man.

Huo Qi retracted his gaze in a very cramped manner, raised his whip to urge the horse under his crotch, and the horse galloped on the road full of plum blossoms, and soon caught up with the carriage in front.

"Fang Cai Wu Anhou has an indescribable weirdness, it seems that he is full of hostility to His Highness." Tianbao tiptoed over, his face full of doubt.

"Perhaps." Qu Yi hooked his lips again, and walked towards the mansion with his hands in his hands.

Tianbao was startled, and when he saw Childe walking in, he hurriedly followed. For some reason, Childe laughed too often today, and there was a hint of success.

On the night of early spring, with a cold air that seeps through the corridor, the fragrance of red plums and the fragrance of new plants and trees hit the cheeks of the maids, and the skirts hunted in the wind.

After sleeping for half an hour, after waking up, Yuan Lingjun bathed and changed his clothes, sitting on the mattress in a refreshing body, draped in a robe, and covered with a thin blanket on his lower body.

She twisted the flying book from Baling in her hand and read it word by word, her eyes narrowed slightly.

The junction of Nanzhao and Changshan was in turmoil due to the turmoil of the Hetuo tribe, the two armies suffered heavy casualties in the battle, and lost a county, Fan Guifei was furious about this, and ordered the people to go to the post of generalissimo in the south, and sent him back to the capital, last November, Zhu Han, the younger brother of Zhu Yan, the general of the auxiliary state, has been ordered to take over the military power in the south, and the champion general Cen Zhi and the Dingyuan general Cen Miao are still stationed in the pass in front of the battle, but they have no real power. In this way, in terms of military power, was she completely overthrown by Fan Jiang?

The bamboo curtains hanging under the porch fluttered in front and back with the wind, and a gust of wind slowly poured into the house. Kunjiao closed the doors and windows, slowly poured the milk that the maid had just brought in into the bowl, tried it herself, and then returned to the inner room.

"It's still cold on a spring night, and the lord is unwell, so warm up your stomach with some milk."

Kunjiao took down the lyre, brought the food table to the small table, took the white silk and walked to Yuan Lingjun's side, and slowly rubbed her wet hair.

Yuan Lingjun took the bowl from Kunjiao's hand, pecked at the milk in small sips, but his eyes were staring at the letter in a daze. She was flustered and inexplicably depressed, even though she was mentally prepared to bear nothing before this, but to bear such a blow at her flowery age could not help but lead to despair. There are tigers in front and wolves in the back, and it is even more inappropriate to mess with yourself at this time, and tears still burst out of your eyes.

The sound of footsteps outside interrupted her thoughts, and the sound of footsteps came in this direction. Yuan Lingjun hit a spirit, covered up and wiped away his tears, hurriedly pressed the secret letter under a stack of bamboo slips, put down the dagger, drank the milk from the bowl, pressed the frown, and continued to write the remaining half of the ruler.

Qu Yi walked straight behind Yuan Lingjun and scooped up her long hair that hung down on the side of her face, blocking her vision.

"You're back, did you go to the front to meet the guests? I've only been up for a while, and I'm ready to go to bed when I'm done writing this, and tomorrow I have to get up early and not be late. ”

Yuan Lingjun buried his head in the work and worked hard to write, and he never raised his head. Her expression was hidden in the shadows of darkness and light, and her silhouette was gentle and not sharp.

Qu Yi held the lyre at his side, and the sound of the piano slowly flowed from his fingers.

Yuan Lingjun raised her head to look for his figure, and was stunned to find that the palace people in the room had retreated, and she saw Qu Yi standing up from the mattress, the wide sleeves of his robe brushed lightly over the strings, making a pleasant slight sound, and the fluttering green tassels were entangled with the corners of the robe covering the table.

He went outside and wrung a hot towel handkerchief, broke her face, and carefully wiped it: "You are unhappy, you don't have to bear it in front of me." Look, the eyes are red. ”

"I'm not happy somewhere." Yuan Lingjun quibbled, "Obviously, the wind is too strong tonight, and the maid forgot to close the doors and windows without doing her duty, which made me dizzy...... Ouch! Qu Yi flicked her head.

Yuan Lingjun subconsciously covered his forehead and was grabbed by his wrist. Qu Yi hooked his lips and asked funny: "Does the lord want to paint on his face?" "It turned out that the palm side accidentally got ink, and even the wrist could not be avoided.

Qu Yi patiently wiped off the black ink, cleaned her up, and went outside to clean the towels, and when she came in again, Xiao Ji was pushed aside, and the bamboo slips were scattered all over the house, and the outer robe and thin blanket were lying next to Yuan Lingjun's bare feet.

"It's still winding outside, and it's messing around." Qu Yi reproached in a low voice and strode over.

Yuan Lingjun opened his arms to him: "I'm really sad, Qu Yi, can you not blame me tonight." ”

Her eyes were full of sparkling droplets, and she looked up to herself full of pleading. Qu Yi froze, looking at her teardrop-filled eyes with deep eyes, and her heart could no longer harden.

What should he do with her? Every time he came to her, he did what he couldn't do, and he didn't care about the things he didn't think about, and he didn't care about it, and since when he started, he couldn't see her uncomfortable, and he couldn't see her being wronged at all. Qu Yi shook his head helplessly, sighed, and finally compromised, knelt down in front of her, crossed his arms lightly under his armpits, wrapped his waist, and hugged her in his arms.

"Childe, if one day, I have nothing, and I am no longer the queen of Changshan, will you treat me like this."

He didn't answer, Yuan Lingjun pillowed his head in Qu Yi's arms, wrapped his hand around his neck, rested his chin on his neck socket, saw that Qu Yi didn't say a word, his curved lips swept his chin intentionally or unintentionally, and the warm breath sprayed over and over his sensitive skin.

The distance to the bed seemed to be long and difficult.

"No, it won't."

Somewhere in his heart was slightly painful, Yuan Lingjun pursed the corners of his mouth and looked at him a little hurt.

Qu Yi lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair: "I know you have something in your heart, and you don't want to say that I won't force it." ”

After a pause, he continued, "But you have to remember that I have always stood where you can see, and when you need help, I will reach out and pull you up, even if the next moment you will fall into the abyss of hell, I will hold your hand without hesitation." I said no, there are still many places that are not enough, if in the future you will really lose the qiē that you once had at your fingertips, I will treat you better than now, you are not nothing. ”

Yuan Ling was stunned. His expression was as calm and gentle as ever, but the fluctuating emotions in his eyes were something she had never seen before. Could it be a delusion, she thought.

Approaching the edge of the couch, he leaned over to let her lie down, but Yuan Lingjun suddenly wrapped his arms around his back, not wanting to let go of his hands.

"Tomorrow's court, let's go to bed early."

Yuan Lingjun shook his head, his eyes wandering: "I often think that the marriage between Gongzi and me is due to the entrustment of my father, not from the heart, and what I am experiencing now is just an empty dream." I'm scared ......."

Raising his hand to caress his face, his fingertips falling on his sideburns, pausing slightly, and then lightly brushing over his charming Ruifeng eyes, tracing their beautiful shapes inch by inch.

Qu Yi paused, staring at her crimson cheeks, his Adam's apple rolled a little, his eyes were a little blurred, he snorted, and slammed his hand down, holding it firmly in his palm.

The ascetic thoughts in his heart suddenly collapsed at this moment, and he was like a monk who had just entered Buddhism, and when faced with the temptation of red dust, he could not resist that mysterious power with a pious attitude. As his master said, he will never be able to become a Lan Lu son who completely puts aside the red dust, he has affection, desire, and it is difficult to survive the love and hate of the world, but he is just an ordinary man. He leaned down and kissed her brow like a goose feather.

Yuan Lingjun held her breath, her eyes open nervously, and as far as her eyes could see, his delicate collarbone, the kiss spread burningly on her skin, and then lingered on her lips, and when she opened her mouth slightly, the shy moaning and gasping spread between their teeth.

Spring is full of sentimental thoughts, and chaos is like herbs. The night breeze blew through the atrium, drowning out the whispers of the husband and wife, and only the plum blossoms were reflected on the partition door, curiously peeking at the scenery in the tent.