A secular bondage: up

Xia Guo, after the battle of that year, has completely got rid of the disturbance of the Zhou State, over the years, the wind and rain are smooth, the country is peaceful and peaceful, looking at the world, no one dares to bully.

Now, it is the early winter, it is the ninth year of Mu Jianlang's ascension to the throne, and at the age of seventeen, he has the demeanor of a generation of Ming Jun.

In the past nine years, Mu Qianxun has visited her evenly, all quietly, after all, she should be sitting on the throne of that tribe, not wantonly haunting the Xia Kingdom.

The longest stay was last year's cold winter, in order to mourn Mu Qianya, life and death are providential, I heard that Mu Qianya was sick and disease-free, died abruptly, died peacefully, roughly, the deadline has arrived.

In the summer country in early winter, it is the normal state of heavy snow and cold wind, in front of the glass hall, the inner servants cleaned over and over again, snow, blindfolded, and couldn't help scolding.

Luan has arrived, a young man, dressed in a black dragon robe, with two flying dragons with teeth and claws painted on gold silk, with cumbersome veins, so luxurious.

Pursing his thin lips, glass-colored eyes, wanton skimming, not angry and self-imposing, the momentum of the king is natural.

The waiter on the side has changed his appearance, Liu Yu, after all, is the person Mu Yunfan has used, and his prejudice against Mu Yunfan has never changed over the years.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?"

The chamberlain was also a young man, with a smile on his face, carefully figuring out Mu Jianlang's thoughts.

"Yunruo Palace. ”

Concise and clear, light and light, but it was He Shi, who was serving inside, set off a slight ripple in his heart, and muttered:

"Didn't you say hello to the Queen Mother?"

Mu Jianlang stared at him in a blink of an eye, his thin lips moved slightly, and he was cold:

"Mouthy, the dung bucket in the palace, but there is a lack of people to brush it!"

"Hey, the slave knows that he is wrong, so the emperor will spare the minion.

Swing the clouds!"

Without waiting for Mu Jianlang to say more, He Shi had already stretched his spy throat and blocked Mu Jianlang's mouth.

Mu Jianlang's temperament, he has long been familiar with it, he will not take ordinary trivial things to heart, and if he really gives an order according to Mu Jianlang, he can't escape the drudgery of brushing the dung bucket.

Mu Jianlang hooked his lips and smiled, put his arm on He Shi's shoulder, and got into the sedan chair, He Shi was still muttering in his heart.

Since Mu Jianlang was the twelfth year, the courtiers have repeatedly advised him, and after the concubine was established, Mu Jianlang was able to push it.

Up to now, there are only five concubines in the harem, who have no children for many years, and the virtuous concubine has a daughter, and this virtuous concubine is still sealed because of this little princess.

And Concubine Xian is not favored, Princess Juan Xi is not taken to heart, she has only been forced to visit three times, I am afraid that she can't even remember the appearance of that girl.

The back seat is still empty, after Mu Qianya's death, Mu Jianlang completely lost the intention of establishing a queen, and he just ran to Yunruo Palace, but he couldn't stop it.

Inside and outside the palace, rumors have long been spreading, and only Mu Jianlang doesn't take it to heart and still goes his own way.

In Yunruo Palace, Mu Jianlang dismissed the palace people, and lay down on the soft collapse at will, with a comfortable face:

"It's still the most comfortable place for you, I was broken by those old guys in the early morning, and my ears are calloused.

Xianzhou was hit by a snow disaster, and everything was ready for disaster relief, but those old guys were in trouble because of the selection of candidates.

Delaying disaster relief, and still vibrating words, I'm angry, Qingruo, what can you do?"

has been on the throne for many years, but Mu Jianlang has always been reluctant to call Qingruo a queen mother, or even unwilling to be called a queen mother.

Nine years, it is true that he has not left any traces on Qingruo's good-looking face, but after years of precipitation, his temperament is more calm than before, and with that makeup, he is forced to have a bit of grace.

Qing Ruo listened with a smile, her beautiful eyes slanted slightly, Mu Jianlang's method of finding the cause was becoming more and more clumsy, according to his methods, how could he make a few old ministers make trouble in the court:

"The emperor has grown up, and above government affairs, there is no need to ask the mourning family anymore, this iron law that the harem is not allowed to interfere in politics, the emperor should take it to heart. ”

Qingruo's tone was detached, and Mu Jianlang's face suddenly turned cold, childish resentment:

"There's no one here, do you have to be like this?"

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, Qingruo laughed with her, and changed the conversation:

"Then, Jianlang, you should also go and see Juan Xi, Concubine Xian came this morning, and she looked a lot haggard, strange and wronged. ”

"What is she wronged! That kid is not ......"

The blurted out words stopped abruptly, his face became a little more gloomy, and his glass-clear eyes were dyed with a little anger.

Qing Ruo frowned, only a few words, but it made her heart tremble, and she couldn't help but get to the bottom of it:

"Isn't it?"

"It's nothing, you expected me to go see her, so I went to see her. ”

Mu Jianlang's complexion never eased, he stayed for a short time, did not have lunch, flicked his sleeves, and left.

Angry, he threw off Luanjia, threw off He Shi, and stepped on the thick snow all the way to Concubine Xian's bedroom.

That kid isn't ...... His, the harem concubines, he has never favored anyone, Juan Xi, he is not his child.

It's just that he didn't want to care, and carried them into the palace gate, except for brocade clothes and food, he couldn't give them anything, originally, he was ashamed of them.

simply sealed the concubine position, blocked the mouths of the people, and the rumors of the dragon's body in the province were getting stronger and stronger, so that he sent someone from the province to take it into consideration.

For Concubine Xian, he has been treated kindly, but Concubine Xian still dares to publicize this matter, she can't find a way to die, she is not haggard, but she is not pitiful, what does it matter to him?

Sneered, depressed, she pitied this, pitied that, when did she pity him, what was he to her?

After a few days, Mu Jianlang never met, and when he heard the rumors, he stayed in the palace of the virtuous concubine every day, and he was very pampered, and there were rumors in the palace.

Concubine Xian's mother's family, in this Xia country, is also a famous family, and the only one who gave birth to a dragon heir, even if she ascends to the throne in the future, there is nothing to criticize.

Qingruo was panicked, but she didn't take the initiative to visit Mu Jianlang, Mu Jianlang was angry, she didn't want to touch the mold, if she was estranged because of this, it would be fine.

Look, in half a month, it will be Qingruo's birthday, except for last year's funeral with Mu Qianya, every year, it is a big deal, more important than Mu Jianlang's own birthday.

His birthday is imminent, Mu Jianlang is enthusiastic again, and he changes his method to send things to Yunruo Palace, and the internal servants of the Internal Affairs Bureau, to say the least, have to run two or three times a day.

Pieces, are carefully selected, Yunruo Palace, there is no shortage of these objects, what is lacking is popularity, Mu Jianlang has not come, this palace is becoming more and more deserted......

On the day of her birthday, she rarely lived in the snow, did not invite hundreds of officials, did not set up a banquet, only sent two sets of valuables, a few concubines, and celebrated her birthday, and it was already night.

Looking at the mountains of shining jewelry, my heart was empty, as if something was missing, but I couldn't say it.

In previous years, although I felt complicated and tired, I finally remembered Mu Jianlang's heart, this year, this Yunruo Palace is clean, and she is depressed in her heart, so she should accompany her to have dinner.

The huge dormitory, with a brazier, was also flooded with cold air, the oil lamps were bright, and the bright eyes were dizzy, so that the palace maid extinguished a few lamps and felt darker.

I yawned twice in a row, and was about to go to bed, when the announcement sounded by coincidence:

"The slave maid greets the Queen Mother, the Queen Mother, the Emperor invites you to talk about the Imperial Garden. ”

When his eyes were turning, his heart throbbed, and his willow eyebrows frowned, looking at the sky outside the window, wondering, it was almost time, what was there to talk about.

Xu Shi still had expectations in his heart, Xu was unwilling to openly disobey Mu Jianlang's intentions, put on a cloak, took a warm hand cover, and hurriedly caught up with the pace of the palace maid.

The cold wind in the night, invading from the neckline, was full of coldness, and the cloak on his body was tightened, and the white gas spewed out by his snort seemed to condense into frost.

Far away, He Shi robbed Qingruo's Luan, and only said that it was Mu Jianlang's order to let her go alone.

He Shi's attitude was respectful, but with a bit of solemnity, Qing Ruoxi was uneasy, helpless, He Shi was Mu Jianlang's person, just Mu Jianlang's person, let her tongue be a lotus, and she also wanted to pry something out of his mouth.

Looking from afar, the west side of the Imperial Garden, the hall is bright, on the other hand, the lights in this place are extinguished, and the bleak moonlight reflects the snow on the ground, shining.

With layers of doubts, looking at the steady footprints, his mind gradually settled, and he estimated that it was another little trick played by Mu Jianlang, no matter what, he would not make a fuss on her birthday.

Located in the imperial garden, as a decoration of several huts, hung with all kinds of lanterns, on the lanterns, painted with the word "Ruo", she recognized, is Mu Jianlang's handwriting.

The lights, the moonlight, and the snow color reflect each other, and there is a trace of warmth in my heart, and suddenly, I smile from face to face.

In the snow, those dead wood branches are actually thousands of flowers, surrounded in the middle, bright red plums, and the softness of the heart, I can't help but be touched by this scene.

In the winter of the summer country, where can there be such a strange scene, in this imperial garden, there is never a single red plum, for this scene, Mu Jianlang must have put a lot of thought.

Fixedly, by the red plum branch, there was a young man, looking at him, laughing demonically, for a moment, he shook his head, stupid, looking at the young man, and walked towards her.

"Qingruo, happy birthday, are you satisfied with this birthday gift?"

Nodding secretly, taking advantage of the time when she hung her head, Mu Jianlang held the red plum in her hand for a long time and hairpinned her hair.

A few red plums, still with the warmth of his fingertips, the distance between the two was less than a foot wide.

Such an action is too intimate, it is really inappropriate, and I am suspicious, I retreat, and I can't avoid it.

Her hands, hanging to her side, stalked her throat, the smile on the corner of her lips condensed, her repeated estrangement, stabbed his heart, and the unspoken love was out of control.

Mu Jianlang's sudden silence, that burning gaze, stimulated Qingruo to feel uncomfortable, lowered her eyes, covered her flustered, and said calmly, as before:

"Mei has already appreciated, it's getting late, you have to go to court early tomorrow, go back." ”

Seeing that she turned around and was determined to leave, her hands couldn't help but clench into fists, in order to pick the red plum, his hand was pierced several times, this carefully arranged scene, she didn't even want to take a second look.