The oily white candle was propped up in the lamp in front of the window, and the lights burst on, making a 'crackling' sound.

Lan Junyao sat in front of the bronze mirror and looked at the figure in the mirror in a daze. The jade hand touched the forehead, the eighteen girls became crippled flowers, this year is her double decade, and her daughters of the same age are already the mothers of several children, because of the cultivation of the ceremony, you must wait until the age of twenty-five to get married.

Under the reflection of the candle flame, the ice muscle jade rong surged with a faint flying red, and there was no red mark on the face of the whole brew, and the apricot eyes of the woman in the mirror were round and wide, and there was a sense of charm that could not be bewitched.

Thinking of these two words, a person automatically popped out of his mind, his coldness, his anger, his joy, his surprise, and finally reunited into a manly face.

Thinking of this, Lan Junyao couldn't help but be in a trance, she may be a mistake in the gap between time and space, she doesn't know how to go on tomorrow, only this relationship, she doesn't dare to decide easily.

She didn't know why she was here, but she had to have a choice. After all these years, she has long been unable to let go of everything here, and his voice and smile have irrepressibly surged from the deepest place in his heart, sprinkling a piece of beauty in his memory.

It's just that she has never experienced this kind of thing, Lan Junyao stuck her heart in a hard shell, and didn't dare to reach out to touch that trace of beauty, she was afraid that everything would be empty after all, and after the beauty, the pain would surround her like a tide.

Ling Qixuan holds the power of the army, his childhood experience is there, Lan Junyao, a person who is so forbearing, does not believe that he will be willing to be subservient, if he finally sits in that cold position, what if she really marries him?

Tomorrow can change in an instant, and no one can prepare for what will happen tomorrow.

After sitting for a long time, Lan Junyao only felt that her calves were sore, her head seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and even the figure in the mirror looked a little dizzy. Lifting the quilt, Lan Junyao took off her clothes, got into the pillow room, and fell asleep after a while.

In the dream, he stood in front of her with a smile, different from the cold as frost when facing outsiders, with a gentle face, he stretched out his hands to her dotingly, "Stand with me in the highest place." ”

She was about to stretch out her hand, but he suddenly fell into pieces in front of her eyes, and she returned to the busy city, and the master looked at her sadly, "Yaoyao, do you really bear to leave the master?"

In front of him is his gentle pampering, behind him is the master sad and lonely, Lan Junyao didn't know how to choose, was dreaming, suddenly a strong shaking came, "Yaoyao, wake up quickly." Today is the day you return to the palace. ”

Lan Junyao woke up from her stupor, and saw her mother already dressed and sitting at the head of her bed. After being stunned for a moment, Lan Junyao realized that she was already Jing'an Xiuyi.

Lan Junyao held the stove, the breeze with the breath of rain quietly came in from both sides of the sedan curtain, it was drizzling outside, with some coolness, a spring rain and a cold, I didn't realize that today was the spring equinox.

Lan Junyao was wearing a violet lady's dress today, revealing a noble and beautiful gesture, which looked somewhat similar to Ling Qixuan's breath.

After getting off the sedan chair, Lan Junyao walked towards the Qianyuan Palace, holding an oil-paper umbrella forged from green bamboo in her hand, with a few verdant bamboo leaves painted on the umbrella surface.

Lan Junyao lifted the corner of her skirt and bypassed the small puddle, and the coiling dragon corridor was already close in front of her. Lan Junyao took the oil-paper umbrella, shook off an arc of raindrops, and walked slowly along the nine-curved corridor.

turned the corner, but saw someone standing not far away, on the white jade arch bridge connecting the Qianyuan Palace, quietly looking at the misty rain outside the corridor, Lan Junyao stopped, and only heard the sound of the wind for a while.

Occasionally, a drizzle of rain took advantage of the wind to burrow mischievously into the man, and the figure stood as tall as a towering ancient pine, and his clothes were slightly damp, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

If you delay any longer, you will miss the time of the emperor's early dynasty, Lan Junyao had no choice but to step forward, and when she arrived at his side, Ling Qixuan suddenly turned around and walked silently beside Lan Junyao, and the two walked side by side, silent all the way.

After walking like this for a long time, Lan Junyao suddenly remembered a wish she made a long time ago: I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated. When the time is old and the years are quiet, you and I will bask in the sunset hand in hand and walk through thousands of mountains and rivers.

Walking in the rain, like a casual husband and wife snuggling up to each other, both sides are considerate of you and me, and hold each other for a lifetime. Thinking about it like this, Lan Junyao suddenly felt that something was wrong, but fortunately, she had already arrived in front of the Qianyuan Palace, and the two parted ways and turned their backs in two different directions.

After he left, Lan Junyao glanced at his tall back, and then looked at the rain curtain that was gradually becoming urgent. The rain hit the windowsill with wet silk, the red makeup buds were destroyed, and the splashing rain stirred up a layer of gray curtains on the bluestone slabs.

Lan Junyao couldn't see the angle, Ling Qixuan turned her head to look at the beauty from afar, and saw her sad eyes, Ling Qixuan seemed to feel that she seemed to be blended with the rain that covered the sky and the earth, wanting to smooth the wrinkles on her brows, or eliminate the trace of tiredness and helplessness hidden in the depths of her eyes.

Lan Junyao stroked the handle of the oil umbrella with the carved handle of the green bamboo in her hand, her fingers rubbed along the texture little by little, and finally turned around and walked in the direction of the apse, the blood vessels under the jade-like skin were slightly raised, revealing a little emotion in her heart.

In the brightly lit Qianyuan Palace, the courtiers stood on both sides, and Ling Qixuan's figure fell in Lan Junyao's eyes, as if the ground was rippling, and the room was full of spring, and the rest of the people seemed to have become a foil, only to see his peerless demeanor.

The emperor sat down, full of courtiers bowing, "Long live the emperor, long live, long live." ”

"Zhongqing is flat. The emperor's dragon palm was raised, and the great eunuch Dequan stepped forward in response.

"If there is something to play early, there is nothing to retreat. The long, sharp tail sound sounded very harsh in the hall where the morning light did not shine, Lan Junyao couldn't help but shiver, this is really the best way to get rid of sleepiness.

"The minister has his own music. Taishi Yan held the jade chopsticks in his hand and walked out of the team.

"What's the matter with Yan Aiqing?" As the emperor spoke, the crown shook, and the jade struck each other, playing a ding-dong music.

"His Royal Highness the Eighth has long passed the age of marriage, and I am afraid that the ancestral system is a little inconsistent, I hope that Your Majesty will find a virtuous princess for His Royal Highness as soon as possible, so as not to be laughed at by the countries of friends and neighbors. "Master Yan looks like he is loyal and rebellious, and he is not afraid of death.

"The eighth child has not even had a concubine in the mansion over the years, it is indeed a little unseemly, why don't you have a suitable candidate for Aiqing?" After the emperor thought about it, Fang Qilong's lips and face were also solemn.