In a village courtyard in the middle of Yingdu, in the middle of the winding corridor, a pavilion made of white jade stands on the lake, several rockeries protrude in the lake, leaning behind the pavilion, and the pavilion is written with three words of unruliness, "Shallow Moon Pavilion". The entire lake is crossed by a marble corridor, and the whole lake becomes a plaything for visitors.

In the shallow moon pavilion, a man in a purple four-clawed python robe sat at the table and drank wine, and there was a bead curtain across from him, and a snow-white figure sat in the bead curtain.

"This time, taking advantage of the civil and military conference, Uncle Huang will stay longer, and it will be convenient for me to ask you for advice at that time." Chu Hanxuan put down the wine glass in his hand, looked at the person inside the bead curtain and said earnestly, Uncle Huang is not in good health, and he only lives in Yingdu for one or two months every year.

A clear and warm voice came from inside the bead curtain, "How long to stay, this king doesn't know for the time being." As for asking for advice, now that you are skilled in the art of war and are enough to take charge of your own affairs, you have done a good job in this war with Nangan. ”

"Uncle Huang praised it, it's not as legendary as the world says, and I'm just a fluke." Chu Hanxuan looked at the person inside the bead curtain with some embarrassment, although it was a rejection of the words, but his face was unconsciously bright, being able to get the praise of the imperial uncle made him more excited than his father's reward, this was the affirmation of his strength.

The wind blew slowly from the surface of the lake, as soft as a light veil beating against the cheeks, and the pavilion fell into a brief silence.

"This king heard that your fiancée is back, and I think that this wedding date is approaching, and this king should congratulate you." The man inside the curtain suddenly asked, his voice still gentle and calm.

Hearing this, Chu Hanxuan suddenly came back to his senses, it was okay not to mention this marriage, but as soon as he mentioned it, he felt angry in his heart, and immediately said: "I don't know what my father thought back then, he actually gave me that ugly girl." Saying that, he looked at the man inside the curtain, "Uncle Huang, you help me go and talk to my father and cancel this marriage." "Uncle Huang's words, my father will definitely listen to it.

I only heard the man in the curtain say softly: "Since ancient times, it has been the order of the parents, the words of the matchmaker, besides, Miss Rong Si may not be as bad as you said, the beauty and ugliness are just the appearance, you should not be misled by the rumors of the outside world, so as not to regret it for life." ”

"Uncle Huang, you've heard those rumors. Hmph, haven't you seen that woman's arrogant and arrogant appearance, vulgar and rude, ugly and unsalted, it's her, anyway, I already have someone I like, I will never marry that ugly woman. Chu Hanxuan said disdainfully, how could this woman be compared to a woman like the white-haired Bing Ji, he wanted to marry such a cold and cold woman.

"There are no absolute things in this world, maybe the woman you think you won't marry now will become your lifelong pursuit in the future." The people in the curtain seemed to have been touched by something, and sighed for a long time, "I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated." ”

Chu Hanxuan was silent, every time the imperial uncle returned to Kyoto, he would stay at this Biyue Water Pavilion, although he and the imperial uncle were uncles and nephews, the age difference was only five years old, they were like siblings, for so many years, the imperial uncle was not married, not only because of physical reasons, but also because of that woman. He didn't know what kind of splendid years it was, what a wonderful woman, who could make the emperor's uncle who was like water still remember it.

I don't know how long it took, the shallow moon pavilion was calm, Chu Hanxuan had already left, the breeze was blowing, the bead curtain was swaying, the gentle and handsome face was looming, he looked into the distance, his eyes seemed to be blurred by something, and the wind whispered shallowly, "Qian'er, I'm back." ”