Yu Xiaoxiao, with the expectation of Huaihua cakes, followed her own Xiao Gu out of the palace. There are well-informed people in the forbidden army guarding the palace gate, who already know about the flower concubine, looking at Yu Xiaoxiao's eyes and even more awe, but it's a pity that Her Royal Highness the princess didn't feel it, as for the princess, the princess is still glad that he kept the old locust tree, and he didn't feel it either. （o(╯□╰)o）

When Gu Xingnuo met Xianzong, he talked about something that he didn't ask. For Gu Da Shaolai, the throne has to be contested, but getting rid of Mo Wen is a more important thing than helping His Royal Highness the Seventh to fight for the throne.

Xianzong listened to Gu Xingnuo's statement, just listening, His Majesty the Emperor could already foresee the mountains of white bones on the road ahead.

And the two who stayed in the Fulin Palace were temporarily isolated from the world, and in the world where there were only the two of them, Hua Chunlin said to the Fuhui Imperial Aunt: "I'm sorry. ”

Fuhui Huanggu wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. When they made an appointment to go together, she left the palace and lived in the meditation nunnery outside the city, waiting for this man to take her away, but she waited for the news of this man's marriage. At that moment, Fuhui Huanggu cursed this man in the most vicious language, but now, hate? After so much time, she was glad that this man was still here, "It's good to be alive," Fuhui Huanggu sighed to the young man.

"You don't blame me?" Hua Chun asked.

"I gave birth to a son for Li Xiaoyuan," Fuhui Huanggu said, "I am not a perfect body, don't you dislike me?" ”

"Why should I hate you?" Hua Chun hurriedly said: "Back then, I ......"

"You can't put the entire family to death for me," Fuhui Imperial Aunt raised her hand to cover Hua Chunlin's mouth, and said in a low voice: "I was ignorant at that time, and I won't be now." ”

Hua Chunlin's cheeks trembled a few times, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end, he just sighed, a sentence of the country is more important than a qiē love, a sentence of helplessness, it is enough to describe all the things that have happened between him and Fuhui, sometimes life is also ridiculous, isn't it?

Emperor Fuhui rubbed her lips and asked something that should have been asked a long time ago: "Are you still willing to marry me?" ”

Hua Chunlin took a step back, bowed to Emperor Aunt Fuhui, and said softly: "The last general will not give up on Princess Chengmeng." ”

With just this sentence, time has gone back more than ten years, when the young and handsome eldest son of the Hua family, standing in front of the princess who was in the prime of her life, was also like now, bowed and said softly, the princess will not give up. Fuhui Huanggu was stunned, a little unsure of what year it was.

A kingfisher stopped on the branch of the flower tree beside the two of them, the branch trembled slightly, and a petal fell between the hair of the Fuhui Imperial Aunt.

Hua Chunlin plucked the petal from the hair of the Fuhui Imperial Aunt, hesitated for a moment, and his fingers still fell on the face of the Fuhui Imperial Aunt.

"Am I old?" Fuhui Huanggu asked.

The playboy shook his head and said, "It's not too late. ”

Fuhui Huanggu raised her head, Hua Chunlin's hair had white hair, and she grabbed Huanggu's eyes.

"There is still half a life," Hua Chunlin said in a low voice, "We still have half a life to stay together." "They are much luckier than those who have never seen each other again in this life once they are separated.

Fuhui Huanggu reached out to touch the white hair between Hua Chun's sideburns, but was taken into her arms by the young man. The smell between the breaths was unfamiliar but warm, so that Fuhui Huanggu finally cried bitterly, thinking that there was no pain in her heart, but she didn't expect that in the end, the pain hit, and Fuhui Huanggu found that the wound was still bloody.

"I'm sorry," at this moment, the only thing the playboy could say was this sentence.

When the tears of the Fuhui Imperial Aunt wet the clothes of the Grand Prince, a person from Wuzhou came from afar outside the gate of the imperial palace.

"Your Highness the Seven?" After Xianzong heard the report of the eunuch outside the door in the library, his face immediately sank and said, "Who asked them to bring His Royal Highness Seven back to Beijing?" ”

Gu Xingnuo hurriedly said on the side: "Holy Lord, Xu is Jiang Hou and they heard that Fengjing was in turmoil, and they were not at ease, so they took His Highness the Seventh to Beijing to find out." ”

Xianzong took care of Xingnuo.

Gu Da Shao's face did not change: "It is also possible that His Royal Highness the Seventh wants to be the saint and the princess." ”

Gu family, Xianzong pointed his finger on the table in front of him, just like the Jiang family, the Gu family has no reason not to help Yu Ziyi, "Xuan them come in," Xianzong said outside the door.

Not long after, Empress Jiang's two younger brothers stood in front of Xianzong with Yuziyi in their arms.

Xianzong looked at his son-in-law, and others didn't say it, Xianzong really didn't recognize that this was his son. Yu Ziyi's chubby face doesn't look much like Yu Xiaoxiao, and Xianzong doesn't think this little son looks like himself, who does this baby look like? Xianzong frowned, not like himself, not like the queen, not like his own sister, how did this baby grow? (People combine your looks, can't they?) o(╯□╰)o）

Yuzi Yi saw Xianzong, and he didn't show the nature of father and son, hugging the neck of his little uncle Jiang Xuan, the little prince stared at Gu Xingnuo, grinning, completely ignoring his own Lao Tzu.

"Bring the Seventh Prince over and let me see," Xianzong said.

Jiang Xuan hurriedly hugged Yuziyi to Xianzong.

Xianzong didn't hug his son, but just squinted at the baby's face and said, "Why does it look different from when he left Beijing?" ”

The Jiang brothers were at a loss, how could this be different?

Gu Xingnuo smiled and said, "Holy Lord, the Seventh Highness has grown up. ”

Xianzong said, "Really? So who do you say this kid looks like? ”

Gu Dashao said without thinking about it: "The Seventh Highness is like a saint." ”

Xianzong raised his eyes to look at Gu Xingnuo and said, "It's not like." ”

Gu Dashao was stunned.

Xianzong said, "The eyes, nose, and mouth are not like me. ”

Gu Xingnuo took a few steps forward, looked at Yu Ziyi who was gnawing on his fingers, and said in a very affirmative tone: "The ears are like." ”

Xianzong shook his head, but still said: "No, I have big earlobes, this kid has small earlobes." ”

Gu Xingnuo then said without changing his face: "The Seventh Highness is still young, and if you grow long, your earlobes will be bigger." "What are you kidding? The prince is not like the emperor, so who should he be like? Didn't the saint's words make the queen scold?

Xianzong patted Yu Ziyi's little head and said, "Why do you grow so fat?" ”

The Jiang brothers ......, what's going on with the saint's disgusted tone?

"Why did you remember to bring this kid to Beijing?" Xianzong raised his eyes and asked the Jiang brothers.

The third son, Jiang Ye, said respectfully: "The last general heard that there was a rebellion in Fengjing, and he didn't worry about the saint, so he brought troops to rescue him. ”

"Oh?" Xianzong said, "Then where are the soldiers you brought now?" ”

"In the vicinity of Zecheng," Jiang Ye said, "When the last general and others arrived in Zecheng, they heard that the Holy Lord was safe and sound, so my father ordered the last general and the two of them to take the Seven Highnesses back to Beijing to meet the Holy Lord." ”

Xianzong raised his eyebrows and said, "Jiang Dahu is also here?" ”

Gu Xingnuo glanced at the Jiang family brothers, this time the Jiang family will not be dispatched by the whole army, so they want to go to Fengjing to fight for the throne for His Royal Highness the Seventh, right?

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