The month of September is bright and bright. In the Feng Pavilion, there was a rumor of people who came in a hurry at night, and they were not waiting.

"It's September. This time the mourning family summoned you to come, presumably General Mo was the reason. "The Queen Mother and Mo Hua have long been friends in the world," thanks to the general's love, since the emperor was still a little prince, he has been very cultivated, and it is almost the annual Liuguo National Assembly Day......"

"The minister understands that this is all what Weichen should do. In the future, the minister will also do his best to assist the emperor, and I hope the queen mother can rest assured. "In mid-October, it will be the eleventh year of the emperor's registration, and time flies.

The Queen Mother listened to Mohua's words and was very pleased. Raise a glance at the moonlight outside the pavilion, the autumn rhyme is cool. "The mourning family was worried that marrying Long Yu as the object of friendship to the Western Regions, thousands of miles away from you, thought that you would blame the mourning family in the bottom of your heart. Hearing your words today, the mourning family is relieved. But... General, you should also know that as the children of the general's princely family, none of them have to bear some burdens that ordinary people can't bear. ”

There are words in the words of the Queen Mother, but they are also true. "What the Queen Mother said, her words were sincere and serious. Wechen should understand. She was referring to another marriage to a colt, and Mo Hua had not heard of it.

"Long Yu grew up beside you, and he must have never suffered, and the general's family, what he wants is not something he can get with his mouth open, and no one will fight for it. Since I was a child, I have no mother, and I married so far away, far away from the protection of my home and the love of my father... It's also bitter for her. The Queen Mother's words were self-evident and Mo Hua listened, the father and daughter were thousands of miles apart, even if they knew that their daughter had been wronged, they could only swallow the pain in their stomachs.

"Weichen believes that Yu'er will take care of herself, even if she is married, she must learn to bear some of her husband's affairs." Mo Hua said.

Mohua has raised the princess for ten years, and knows that the princess is weak on the outside, but she is resolute on the inside, and has her own principles and actions.

"Long Yu is also seventeen this year, right?" The Queen Mother changed the subject, looked at the burning lamps and candles and sighed. "If that girl is still there, I think it should be this age......

Mo Hua didn't expect that the Queen Mother would suddenly mention Princess Chuli, and he looked in a hurry for a while. "It's the Queen Mother, and after the eleventh year of the New Year, Long Yu will be eighteen years old."

"That's almost there!" The eleventh year of Liuguo is not coming. "If the child is still there, there will be a beautiful embryo of beauty. It's just that... I gave up my mourning home early. When Chu Li was a young girl, the emperor and the mourning family loved her very much......"

Mo Hua is only old when she is the queen mother, and she will always recall the past occasionally. She just thought that Princess Chuli was burned to death in the fire that night, but only the emperor and Mo Hua knew what they wanted to hide.

Mo Hua comforted the Queen Mother, "Since more than ten years have passed, the Queen Mother doesn't have to worry too much." ”

"The past goes with the wind, and no one can stay." The mourning family is also tired. ”

"Then the Queen Mother rested earlier, and Weichen retired."

With that, Mo Hua retreated. In the Feng Pavilion, the moon is bright outside the window.

The Queen Mother called Mi'er, "Mi Niang, take some paper money and burn it for Li'er, just burn it in front of the mourning family." Tonight is another cold night, looking at the paper in the burning stove, a pile of them, evoking her constant memories of Li'er.

She's her grandmother after all. I still remember that when Li'er was a child, he was greedy for fun, playing hide and seek with the dragon, running around, until he came back covered in dirt. She would rub her grandmother to bathe her, change into new clothes, and then jump happily and happily, take the dragon back to the prince's hand, and then coquettishly take her to play.

Then, when she was six or seven years old, she had a beautiful face, and she was praised as "peerless." ”

When Li'er was seven years old, there was a palace fight, bloody and bloody, she was fighting for survival, fighting for her son Longhui. Many palaces and pavilions instantly turned into dust in the fire. When the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers changed hands, I went to look for Li'er and found that she had already died in the fire. This used to be the Queen Mother's heartache every time she thought about it. The grievances of her previous life, she didn't want to involve her young and naïve granddaughter. She watched the emperor's dragon chair sit more and more steadily, but she would think more and more of Li'er's smile, as if to say, grandma, Uncle Ah Hui is a hero.

Every year before the annual meeting of Liu Guo, she would think of Li'er one night and light a fire for her.