Now that Zhao Xue can be appreciated by Concubine Yi like this, she naturally has a little more conviction in her heart - grabbing Ouyang Gurong's heart is a matter of hand.

"Niangniang is a mistake." Although she couldn't help but be happy in her heart, Zhao Xue still had a gentle look on her face.

If you just talk about Zhao Xue's generous gesture, it does not lose the gentleness and transparency of everyone's ladies.

However, it's a pity that what she wants to be hostile to is the peerless Chenghuan.

Although the two can be regarded as comparable in appearance, the otherworldly posture between the two, Zhao Xue is far inferior to Chenghuan.

Because there is no idea of contention in her heart, what Chenghuan wants to protect is only those who love her and the people she loves.

Therefore, Cheng Huan's state of mind is still clean and kind, with the indifference of the valley of Lanju, although lonely and fragrant, not fighting or grabbing.

And Zhao Xue, what she wanted to snatch at the beginning was the man who Cheng Huan wanted to protect with all his strength in his heart.

Such a contest is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

It's just that in this battle, Cheng Huan still holds his own kind mentality and treats everyone and everything.

After saying goodbye to the queen, Cheng Huan and Ouyang Gurong did not rush back to the palace, but walked slowly to the other side of the palace wall.

The surrounding scenery gradually thinned, and even the palace road was almost lost in the crazy weeds, and it was impossible to distinguish where it was going.

However, one of Cheng Huan's small hands was tightly held by Ouyang Gurong, and that kind of silent and powerful companionship gave Cheng Huan courage, letting her know that she was not alone in this cold palace courtyard.

A dilapidated courtyard was gradually revealed in front of Cheng Huan's eyes.

What caught Cheng Huan's eyes was that on the plaque of the wooden door in the middle, there were three big characters written - Agarwood Pavilion.

Cheng Huan doesn't know much about the secrets of the royal family in the palace, but Cheng Huan has weight in his heart about the origin of the three words Agarwood Pavilion.

Cheng Huan couldn't help but tighten a jade hand that was tightly wrapped by Ouyang Gurong's big hand, hoping to transfer the energy in his heart to Ouyang Gurong.

This courtyard is the residence of Ouyang Gurong's biological mother, Princess Yuyi, before her death.

Walking lightly, he followed Ouyang Gurong into the agarwood pavilion, although it had been more than 20 years, Cheng Huan could still smell the faint agarwood floating in the air.

This alone is enough to see how luxurious and enduring the agarwood used in the construction of this agarwood pavilion was that year.

At that time, Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty had only ascended the throne not long ago, and the throne had not yet been secured, so he had already devoted his manpower and material resources to create this agarwood pavilion for the feather coat princess.

At that time, the feather coat played a pivotal position in the heart of Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty, which is self-evident.

"When I was a child, my father often said that my mother concubine was a beautiful woman who took care of the city and the country, and if she asked someone else to accept her mother, my father would take the mother back even if he was a country and a city." Feeling the slightly tightened force in Cheng Huan's hand, Ouyang Gurong said.

"Famous flowers love the country, and the king often laughs at them. Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is leaning on the north of the gan. Cheng Huan just smiled quietly and chanted this line of poetry.

I think that Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty and the Imperial Concubine of the Feather Coat were also happy in those years, otherwise it would not be possible that after more than 20 years of time, although the Agarwood Pavilion is broken, it still stands in a corner of the palace wall.

"However, in the end, the mother concubine did not expect her father's love until she died." Ouyang Gurong's voice went low, telling a piece of the past he didn't want to mention.

Cheng Huan stood on one side and listened quietly, but the thoughts in his heart suddenly thought of the woman who was loved by three thousand people in history.

At that time, there were 3,000 beauties in the harem, but she got the grace of the momentary just by looking back and smiling.

As an ordinary man, that kind of favor was enough to make all women envious, and he gave her almost as much as he could.

Even her entire family has flourished to an incomparable height.

However, as an iron-blooded king, her existence is a disaster for the entire world.

Such an incomparable favor requires a huge amount of people's fat and anointment, which she has probably never imagined as a grace.

It is precisely because of this that in the end, she can only die with his love on her back.

"The mother concubine comes from a family of rivers and lakes, and the family has been running a medical hall for generations, but there are so many women who are good at medicine in the backyard of the deep palace, and the mother concubine has become a scapegoat for nothing." Ouyang Gurong's condensed voice continued.

After a pause, Ouyang Gurong stretched out his long fingertips and pressed his frowning eyebrows, and said with a little sadness: "The sentence of the concubine's deathbed, 'The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred is endless', is still shocking when I think about it. ”

"My father probably feels indebted to you now, so he will do everything possible to keep you in the palace." Cheng Huan also stretched out a jade hand to caress Ouyang Gurong's frowning eyebrows, and said softly.

Everyone has their own sad history, and the cold and arrogant Ouyang Gurong also has such an unbearable past in his heart.

No wonder Ouyang Gurong always faced Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty, Cheng Huan could always feel the layer of alienated hatred that was faintly floating under Ouyang Gurong's cold black eyes.

Even if Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty did not personally order Yu Yi to die, the distrust he expressed was even more painful than telling Yu Yi to die.

Being questioned by someone you love deeply is an excruciating pain that cannot be expressed in words.

"Huan'er, I will not let you go down the old path of the mother." Cheng Huan's thoughts were still on the pain of the feather coat, but Ouyang Gurong had already changed his mind and said firmly.

When he received the holy decree of Emperor Xuan of Ming, the hateful eyes of Yu Yi before his death had already appeared in front of Ouyang Gurong's eyes.

Cheng Huan and him have experienced so much life and death, and Ouyang Gurong doesn't want to see Cheng Huan being bound by this imperial city and losing himself, like a feather coat that is depressed all day long.

"Yes, remember what you said today." Cheng Huan also looked back at Ouyang Gurong and said indifferently.

Although it has only been three or five days since he came to the capital, Cheng Huan already has a faint feeling of exhaustion.

The march and formation were not difficult for her, but the unpredictable hearts of the people in this imperial city were what she was most afraid of.

Looking at this dilapidated courtyard, how could Cheng Huan not be afraid in her heart, such a scene is likely to be her future scene.

It's just that now with Ouyang Gurong's firm oath, the bump in Chenghuan's heart has dissipated slightly.

"We have already made a vow to be a couple for the rest of our lives, and Na Zhaoxue's incident of being a side concubine happened suddenly, but I promise that there will be no second side concubine." Ouyang Gurong also replied firmly.

Under the faint morning sun, the figures of the two hugging each other tightly were stretched long and far away, as if the oath made for a lifetime would never change.

As soon as the rickety soft sedan party walked out of the forbidden gate, Cheng Huan ordered the sedan chair to be stopped, and walked slowly and lightly.

Ouyang Gurong knew Cheng Huan's free and unrestrained temperament, and saw that he was out of the forbidden place, so he had to follow Cheng Huan out of the sedan chair and go to Shangqingju side by side.

"Prince, princess, ......" It was Cheng Huan and Ouyang Gurong who had not gone far away, but a delicate and gentle voice suddenly sounded.

Because of Ouyang Gurong's persuasion in the Agarwood Pavilion in the morning, the anger in Cheng Huan's heart has gradually dissipated.

Now looking back at Zhao Xue's posture of being as sick as Xizi winning three points, Cheng Huan couldn't help but feel a little sympathy in his heart.

In the final analysis, Zhao Xue's side concubine is just the need for the marriage of the royal family, maybe Zhao Xue also has 11 million reluctances in her heart, but the holy decree has been issued, and they have all become involuntary members for a while.

"Zhaoxue, what's wrong?" Ouyang Gurong quietly held Cheng Huan's hand, looked at Zhao Xue who was trotting closer, and asked.

"This is the osmanthus cake I just made, and I was thinking of sending it over to you and my sister to taste, but I didn't expect you to pass by the palace." Zhao Xue eagerly picked up a food box and said gently.

"Sister Xue'er, you have bothered, if there is anything unaccustomed to in the palace, come and talk to me." Cheng Huan changed his tense posture the day before yesterday, took the food box in Zhao Xue's hand with a quiet smile, and said softly.

Since he knew that everyone was a person who couldn't help himself, Cheng Huan didn't want to worry about anything with such a gentle girl.

Ouyang Gurong looked at Cheng Huan's transformation, and a slight warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Cheng Huan would rather make changes for him, even if it is just a subtle change without a trace, it is Cheng Huan who has his expression in his heart.

"Everyone treats me very kindly, thank you sister for your concern." Zhao Xue also said back with a gentle and flattering appearance.

Cheng Huan heard Zhao Xue say this, and his heart was also relieved.

After all, Zhao Xue is the niece of the current queen, if she can't be treated preferentially in the palace, it is inevitable that Ouyang Gurong will be reprimanded by the queen again.

Seeing Ouyang Gurong living in the camp all day long, Cheng Huan was also uneasy.

"It's still cold in March, you ran out wearing so little, it's not good to be cold, go back to the house quickly." Cheng Huan looked at Zhao Xue, who was only wearing single clothes, and said with pity.

Zhao Xue nodded obediently, and immediately retreated gently.

It wasn't until Zhao Xue's petite figure disappeared behind the heavy Zhu Gate that Cheng Huan and Ouyang Gurong turned around and left.

However, at the moment of turning around, from the innate intuition of people who practice martial arts, Cheng Huan suddenly saw a gaze with a chill shooting towards him.

However, because of Ouyang Gurong by his side, Cheng Huan didn't delve into it, but just turned around and left after a slight cold war.