In the days when she was under house arrest, Yan Danqing has been painting daffodils. I don't know why every painting is not satisfactory, so I just tore it up day and night, and tore it up and painted again.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day when Princess Rouran got married.

Under Qing'er's various requests, she got the emperor's dictation and was able to dress up and serve Princess Rouran on the day of her wedding.

Finally, I can see the princess, and it is indeed the princess's wedding day.

Qing'er walked into the princess's boudoir step by step, wanting to see her earlier.

Want to know if she's okay?

Although there was an edict from the emperor, the queen still stared at Qing'er with an eyeliner, perhaps, because she was afraid that Qing'er would say something in front of Princess Rouran and destroy her long-planned plan.

Rouran sat facing the mirror.

From a distance, she has lost a lot of weight, and she looks sluggish and indifferent in the mirror.

Suddenly, she saw something in the mirror, but she slowly turned around, her face not happy or sad.

She stared at Qing'er for a long time and smiled faintly, "You're here?" ”

"Yes! Princess! ”

Qing'er knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully.

Perhaps, this is also the last time she will bow to the princess.

"The slave comes to serve the princess!"

"Get up!"

Princess Rouran's tone was very light and appropriate.

It seems that she has really become a princess at this time, and she was just an ignorant girl before.

"Since it's for me to make up, then come here!"

I don't know why, but seeing each other again is a scene of things and people.

Princess Rouran sat in front of the mirror.

Qing'er got up to dress up for the princess.

The princess in today's mirror feels very strange.

Qing'er gently inserted a delicate golden hairpin into her fluffy bun.

With a dignified bun and a flowing gold headdress, she is beautiful today.

"Qing'er, am I beautiful?"

Looking at herself in the mirror, Princess Rouran suddenly asked.

"Princess, the most beautiful princess in our Tang Dynasty!"

Qing'er stopped what she was doing and looked at her in the mirror quietly.

The princess in the mirror is glamorous, but she is sad.

A smile squeezed out of the corners of Rouran's mouth.

"Yes! I also feel like the most beautiful princess! ”

She scoffed.

"It turns out that identity plus beauty still has such a role. It can also be used as a political bargaining chip to coordinate relations between countries. ”

Feeling his pain, Qing'er had already tears in her eyes.

"Princess, don't be so sad, no matter what, no matter what happens, live strongly. No matter how far apart they are, the princess must remember that there is a connection between hearts, and as long as she lives well, she can feel each other and the person she thinks. ”

"That's right!"

Princess Rouran smiled warmly, her bitter eyes sparkling.

"At least, my marriage was worth it. As long as he's good, as long as he's safe, it's better than anything else! Qing'er, do you know? The queen mother said that after I marry in Tibet, the queen mother will try to protect Yan Danqing and thoughtfully, so that I have no scruples, and I don't have to worry about the relationship between him and me, and I will be punished by my father. As long as he is good, maybe, maybe it can only be maybe. ”

When the princess said these words, the eyes sent by the queen were firmly fixed on Qing'er.

Seeing this situation, how could Qing'er not understand, but what could be done.

The princess was already very sad, and the queen threatened Yan Danqing with the obvious hope that Rouran would marry to Tubo obediently.

Since there is nothing to be done, why bother to say some words that are too clear for Princess Rouran to let go.

Looking at the innocent and innocent princess, at this time, Qing'er had already burst into tears.

Why do you know a qiē, but you can't do anything, you can only watch it happen?

Qing'er squatted down quietly, holding Princess Rouran's hand with both hands, and looked at her with concern.

"Princess, wherever you are. You have to remember, you still have us, Brother Chun, Danqing, and Qing'er and me, we will always be with you, you know? Although we can no longer get along day and night, we are all silently waiting under the same moonlit night. When the princess misses us, she looks at the moon and the stars in the sky, because we also miss the princess silently under the same starry night. Princess, as long as you live well, there will be hope, understand? ”

At this time, the princess was already quietly weeping.

Since then, she will marry thousands of miles away to a completely strange place.

There she never saw her lover again, her friend, the one she once had.

She will stay up painfully in countless lonely days and nights, listening to ancient songs in a foreign land on moonlit and starry nights, tossing and turning and missing her lover, her hometown, and her relatives.

And these years will surely accompany her for the rest of her life.

"The auspicious time has come!"

Suddenly, there was a shout behind him.

Qing'er held Princess Rouran's hand tightly, for fear that if she loosened it carelessly, it would be a lifetime of misses!

No matter how reluctant she is, she can't keep the people who want to leave.

The only thing that can be nostalgic is this moment, a moment of reluctance and torture at this time.

The auspicious time has come, and the princess's big red hijab will finally be covered.

Through the hijab, Qing'er clearly saw her tears.

She knelt on the ground, clasping her soft hand.

"Princess, is there anything else you would like to say to the slave? What else do you have to say, the slave will help you convey it? ”

Rouran choked.

"There's nothing more to say. If you talk too much, it will only leave you sad! If you talk too much, it will only make two people unable to let go! Why bother? After I left, you said to him, 'Live well, and in the future, find a woman from an ordinary family, and life will be easier!' 'Qing'er, let's go! ”

After speaking, she took out the hand that was clenched in Qing'er's hand, crossed her hands together, and put it in front of her robe in a dignified manner.

It's like a princess waiting to be married.

A qiē is in order.

After all, the time has come.

No matter how reluctant she is, Qing'er was finally pulled out by two slaves.

She looked back at the princess in a red robe behind her, sitting in front of the mirror, her heart was like a knife, and her tears were like tears.

The door closed slowly, and she knew it was impossible to see each other again.

Qing'er stood outside the door in a daze.

The gate before them had separated them.

She knew exactly how grief-stricken the princess should be at this time.

She could only watch this qiē happen with a knife.

In the face of the strict imperial power, a lowly slave is not as good as a small grass in the wasteland, at least, the wild grass can still use her thin body to block the wind when the hurricane comes, but she can't do anything.

Suddenly, Qing'er thought of someone.

How is he?

Qing'er ran away eagerly like crazy.