Seeing that Meng Chong didn't dare to speak, Meng Yuan's expression became more and more cold, and he frowned: "If you have something to say, why bother to swallow and spit out?" ”

Hearing this, Meng Chong became so frightened that he didn't dare to raise his head, where did he dare to say anything more, and stood for a while, then thanked Fu Jun sullenly and resigned.

Seeing Meng Chong's reaction, Meng Yuan was extremely disdainful, and the coldness between his eyebrows was clear, Fu Jun couldn't help but shake his head: "How old is he?" You're being too harsh. ”

Meng Yuan smiled faintly, noncommittal, and only stepped forward to take Fu Jun's hand back to rest.

On the first day of the new year, he entered the palace to receive a banquet, returned to his mother's house on the second day of the new year, visited the clan on the third and fourth days of the new year, held a banquet at the home of the prince on the fifth day of the new year, and visited relatives and friends on the sixth and seventh days of the first month......

This is Fu Jun's first /spring/festival after being the county lord, and it is also the first /spring/festival after marriage, and its hecticism is far worse than before.

Meng Yuan felt sorry for her, so he didn't ask her to go out in the next few days, and recuperated in the mansion with peace of mind, until the fifteenth day of the first month, he avoided everyone, and the husband and wife took several secret guards and drove out of the Hou mansion.

The sound of clattering hooves is accompanied by the sound of rolling cars, there are more firecrackers and laughter outside the car, and the light of the lights penetrates into the car window, making the noise out of the bustle of a city.

Fu Jun half leaned on the brocade mattress, and his mind drifted far away.

"What's wrong?" Meng Yuan held her hand tightly.

Fu Jun shook his head slightly, and then turned his head to look at him. He was also looking at her, his ice eyes reflected in the dim light, with the brightness of starlight.

Fu Jun smiled. The person leaned towards him, and the sadness that surged into his heart gradually dissipated in his warm embrace.

The carriage stopped at a distance from Suzaku Street.

The carriages and horses in front were crowded and crowded, and they couldn't go anymore, so Meng Yuan helped Fu Jun get out of the car, and the two held hands together, standing at the intersection of the street and looking into the distance.

The starry lights shimmered and flowed in front of them, the starlight fell in the silent night sky, and a cold moon hung high on the eaves of the Shangyuanguan Restaurant, and the bright and clear light was completely hidden by the earthly lights.

The bustle of that street. It's like a world away from them.

They stood still for a long time. The back was imprinted under the blue and inky sky, and no one took a step forward.

"Right here, okay?" After a long time, Fu Jun whispered.

Earthly fireworks. Gorgeous. And she. But it never melted in.

In the deepest part of my heart. She knew it wasn't her world, or even his.

Just look at it from a distance like this. Appreciating, rejoicing, for her is complete.

She was convinced that so was he.

"That's what I thought, too." Meng Yuan said, holding her hand tighter again.

The flow of people passed by them like a tidal wave, rushing to the deepest part of the bustle, and they stood at a distance and watched quietly, their faces peaceful and joyful.

I don't know how long later, a firework suddenly rose into the air, reflecting the stars and the cold moonlight. Fu Jun quietly looked back, under the fireworks and clear light in the sky, it was his beautiful side face, as handsome as a sculpture.

Sensing her gaze, he looked back, and in an instant, even Starlight and Moonlight lost color in his eyes.

"Bang", another firework burst in mid-air, illuminating their faces.

Fu Jun suddenly chuckled: "It's so good-looking." ”

The soft voice of the words was heard only by him.

He laughed and said, "It's beautiful." "The voice is soft, like a cello in circulation.

Just like he knew she was talking about him, she knew that he was talking about her.

They looked at each other and looked deeply into each other's eyes.

The fireworks and starlight seemed to be gone. Disappeared with it, but also the bleak night that has been imprinted in the brain for many years, those pain and regret in the past, the lonely years of youth, in this grand and splendid fireworks in the world, all dissipated without a trace, what remains in the bottom of the heart is warm and serene, is the bond between the two loves, is the hand of the son, does not leave, does not give up......

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When he stepped out of the tall threshold of Yongchang Palace, Jiang Xi's head hung extremely low.

The east wind blew softly, and a few pink peach petals fell on the edge of her skirt, a little entangled, clinging to the corners of her skirt, and the dust fell again.

Jiang Xi stopped, unfolded the sleeves embroidered with a hundred butterflies wearing patterns, and gently brushed the corners of her skirt.

The east wind is affectionate, provoked the fall of the Ying burst, and then went to urge the catkins one after another, in this huge and empty imperial garden, the pink and white green had to be paid for / spring / wind after all, but it is rare for someone to take care of it.

Jiang Xi stood in the garden, looking at this silent and vast flower dance, stunned and speechless.

In the three years of Jianwu's / spring/day, she seems to have let down again.

Calculated carefully, she has been in the palace for two years.

The past two years have not been long, but they are not short at all, enough to burn the scorching heat like a fire in her heart, and gradually burn it into ashes and scatter it in all directions.

Now, there is only a cold thing left in her heart.

After two years in the palace, Jiang Xi thought about the man who had been thinking about her for countless days and nights, and she had never been fortunate to her.

Not once.

It seems that she is not a good woman today, but those concubines should be fortunate, but they are all lucky, and even several ladies who are lower than Jiang Xi have two or three to see the sky.

And since Jiang Ji, the picking girl, has never seen Liu Yun since she entered the palace, and she has never even glanced at it from a distance during the palace banquet.

Her position is too low, and it is not her turn to attend the palace banquet at all, and she is followed by several strict grandmothers, and all her scheming methods are transparent in front of them.

She couldn't take the slightest chance to climb up.

All her good luck seems to have been used up on the night of the palace change.

When she braved the heavy rain to rush to the British Prince's Mansion and handed over the important news that Quan'er had asked her to deliver, Liu Yun personally found the doctor in the mansion to detoxify her. Later, she learned that what Quan'er forced her to eat was not poison at all, but just a salt-soaked fruit.

After that, she was placed under house arrest in a quiet courtyard, during which Liu Yun visited her once and asked her a few questions. Then, the canonization decree was issued, and at the canonization ceremony, she and a group of lowly concubines visited the emperor and queen together.

That was the last time she saw Liu Yun.

Jiang Xi hung her head, and her clear eyes gradually became stained with a layer of resentment.

The years in the deep palace have consumed many red faces and years, and it was not until this moment that she knew that in this huge harem, she was like a dusty existence, and no one would notice her at all.

Just now in the Yongchang Palace, Jiang Xi finally found an opportunity to speak to the queen, she vaguely clarified the problems that the newcomer will bring about after the draft, and urged the queen to win over the credible person to fix the favor, so as not to lose the opportunity. (To be continued.) )