The golden rising sun sprinkles rays of sunlight into the Chaoyang Hall through the window lattice, and the hall is particularly spacious and bright.

Zhao Yan, who had just left the early dynasty, sat on the dragon couch, carefully reviewed the folds piled up into a hill on the table, and from time to time insisted on the red pen and dropped the royal characters on the folds; And Jiang De, who was serving on the side, looked cautious, paying attention to the timing in the hourglass, and at the same time cooperating with Zhao Yan's rhythm to add tea and water to him.

Just finished reading the book in his hand, the red pen in Zhao Yan's hand had not yet fallen into the inkstone, and he inadvertently looked at the bright hall, as if he remembered something, and suddenly turned his head sideways and asked Jiang De beside him.

"What time is it?"

"Back to the emperor, it's time in a moment."

The words "Chenshi" were very heavily deducted in Jiang De's words, Zhao Yan took a deep breath, put down the red pen and got up, and lightly addressed Jiang De, who was bowing his head to the side.

"Chaoyang Hall is a little bored, take a stroll around the Imperial Garden."

"The minions obey."

Humbly echoed Zhao Yan, while following Zhao Yan to the Imperial Garden, he secretly speculated about the Sacred Heart. Yesterday, when the decree was passed on to Rong Wangchen, the hour was approaching, but Zhao Yan didn't mention it at all, and Jiang De was also a little anxious in his heart.

The current situation is an apt response to the sentence "The emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry".

"Jiang De, look at you, you've been holding back for a long time, and if you have anything to say, just say it."

Zhao Yan, who was watching the flowers, had already seen Jiang De's reaction in his eyes, Jiang De's expression was shocked, and he immediately buried his head in humility.

"Minions deserve to die. It's just that yesterday, the emperor's edict to King Rong was approaching, and the slave was worried about whether he should remind the emperor of a word. Therefore the gods were divided. ”

"Chaoyang Hall can talk about things, so why can't the Imperial Garden? Since it's the same, it's better to choose a more relaxed environment. The good scenery and good air also make others think clearly and be clear-headed. ”

"What the emperor said is extremely true."

After ending the concerns in Jiang De's heart, Zhao Yan continued to walk in the promenade of the imperial garden, admiring the red and emerald eyes. In fact, Zhao Yan understood Jiang De's careful thoughts, and he was so concerned about King Rong's entry into the palace to face the saint, he was afraid that the drunkard did not mean to drink; And Jiang De has followed him for many years, and he has no credit and hard work, so naturally Zhao Yan only needs to touch the bottom line of principle in some things. Most of the time they turn a blind eye.

"Yesterday, I heard from the concubine that there are a lot of lotus flowers in the lotus pond, and the scenery is pleasant; It's rare to have an empty tour of the Imperial Garden, so I went to take a look. So as not to disappoint the beautiful scenery. ”

"Your Majesty, you are on the wrong path, if you want to go to the lotus pond to enjoy the lotus, you have to take the corridor on the right."

Zhao Yan, who was in high spirits and walked to the fork at the end of the corridor, didn't think about it, so he turned towards the corridor on the left. was stopped by Jiang De in a hurry.

"Oh? I remember that I should have taken the corridor on the left to the lotus pond; Jiang De. Are you misremembering or are you confused? ”

If you remember the wrong road and can't get to the lotus pond, it is not good to do things, and Zhao Yan remembers the wrong road and is confused, and you can't say that you are not half a slave; Although he was worried, Jiang De still cautiously reminded Zhao Yan.

"Your Majesty, the corridor on the left keeps going down, and it is the Hall of Stars."

Hall of Stars?! Zhao Yan, who was still smiling on his lips a moment ago, was shocked at this moment; It turned out that the familiar feeling in my heart was a criticism that I had developed many years ago. How many days and nights have been. He and the beloved woman in his heart held hands and shuttled back and forth in this corridor on the left, enjoying the beauty of the four seasons in this imperial garden; Now he is the only one left to reminisce. It feels both familiar and strange.

The color is still there, where to find the jade? There was a beautiful woman living in the Hall of Stars, who was the love of his life, and he wanted to forget it, but it became clearer and clearer in the passing years; And as he grows older, he not only begins to leave traces of time on his face, but also begins to become sentimental again.

The mood has completely changed, Zhao Yan sank down and didn't say anything, and continued to walk along the left corridor leading to the Star Palace, and Jiang De no longer asked whether this road was wrong or right, and followed Zhao Yan down.

Jiro.

Jiro.

Jiro

Slowly wandering through this corridor, the call of memory awakens silently; A dreamlike woman's call made Zhao Yan's gaze look extremely unstable, searching everywhere for her past shadow. There is everywhere and everywhere, and the flesh can only see the empty flowers in front of her, but now she lives in her deep lovesickness, as far away as the stars in the sky, and the moon in the water.

On the edge of a blue lake, the branches of the concentric trees are lush and lush, and the faded red silk silk between the branches is spread out in the breeze, like a hand beckoning to return to the people. Under the shade of the trees, a 100-8 step of green jade paved stairs stretches straight into the clear blue lake, and there is a jade pond built next to it that can be used to play in the water, and there is a living spring gushing in the pond all year round, continuously injecting vitality into the blue lake in front of you.

In Zhao Yan's memory, in the past in such a hot summer, she would bring a book she liked and sit by the jade pond to read a book while enjoying the coolness.

The old time suddenly turned back as if it were yesterday.

Xiaoyu, do you want the baby in your belly to be a boy or a girl?

Girl, I hope to have a beautiful little princess, especially good at laughing, will make people happy, she can make people laugh and relieve a thousand sorrows.

I also hope to be a beautiful little princess. Smile to relieve a thousand sorrows Xiaoyu, if our child is really a daughter, when I return triumphantly, it would be good to give her the title of "relieving worries"?!

Worry?! Well, Princess Relief

That year, due to the invasion of the Jin soldiers, Zhao Yan decided to drive the army to strengthen the Song soldiers and Huwei. The day before leaving the palace, he took off the title for the child in Huo Xiaoyu's womb next to this jade pool, waiting for the day of return to announce that the whole world would celebrate, and he didn't want to become an eternal secret.

In a trance, Zhao Yan saw Huo Xiaoyu sitting by the jade pond with a scroll in his hand, smiling and charming in his eyes.

"Erlang, you're finally back safely."

The clear eyes had a moist feeling, and gradually blurred the appearance of Huo Xiaoyu in front of her, Zhao Yan couldn't help but walk out of her hand to caress her beautiful face that was deeply imprinted in her mind, but she didn't want to disappear in front of her like a mirror.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

Jiang De hurriedly reached out to support Zhao Yan, if he hesitated for a moment, I was afraid that his vague step forward would fall into the jade pool. Zhao Yan, who woke up in shock, looked at half of his feet on the water, and also took a step back.

It's just that the kind of loss in Zhao Yan's expression, after many years, has not been attenuated by half a point, Jiang De couldn't help but say more.

"The emperor remembered Concubine Chen again?"

Stunned, Zhao Yan didn't follow Jiang De's concern and directly expressed his truest feelings, and asked a little quietly.

"Jiang De, how many years have you been with me?"

"When Concubine Chen died, the emperor favored the servants to serve them, and now it is the eighth year."

"Eight years, it turns out that eight years have passed unconsciously"

The voice is sad, the face is panicked, and the time can't help but disappear like this year after year, but it doesn't soothe the pain in my heart.

Although some people are gone, once they enter the hearts of living people, they may be unforgettable for a lifetime. (To be continued......)