The news that Han Derang was going to marry soon spread in the Khitan, and almost all the Khitan knew that the diamond king Lao Wu was finally going to get married. People have speculated about what kind of person can move Han Derang's heart, it must be the daughter of a noble and rich family. People inquired through various channels and finally figured it out, but the result shocked people's jaws, and the object of marriage with Han Derang was actually a prisoner of war and a female slave.

This time, the more the pot exploded, there was an uproar, all kinds of speculation, and all kinds of gossip spread around. Some people doubted Han Derang's motives for getting married, and more people wanted to know what kind of person this female slave was. So someone turned up what happened on the day of the bow, saying that he saw a woman running into the field regardless of her life and rescuing Han Derang. Could it be the slave girl?

It was really a word to wake up the person in the dream, and many people remembered that there was indeed a woman who rescued Han Derang, but no one saw who this person was at that time, and it was not inconspicuous at all. How did Lord Han marry her? Or a prisoner of war, a slave.

But judging from the eagerness of the female slave to save Han Derang, they should have known each other for a long time, and the love is not shallow, otherwise, who would risk being trampled into flesh by a horse to save people?

"There must be a story in this." Someone decisively concluded.

Someone then chimed in: "Needless to say, otherwise the government decree will look at a slave?" ”

"What I'm saying is that I haven't gotten married for so many years, why? It's not that there is someone in my heart yet. ”

"So the government order is still a dedicated person."

"How not? Otherwise, he would not get married, could he just wait for this female slave? ”

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, it's unbelievable to wait so long for such a person."

"The main thing is a slave."

In addition to praising Han Derang's dedication, more people felt sorry for him and sighed. People continued to dig deeper, and found out the story of Han De letting the hero save the beauty, and everyone suddenly realized that they had really known each other for a long time, and the love was as deep as the sea, no wonder Han De made such a big official look at a slave.

"I have a story, it turns out that the government decree is also a hero to save the United States, so naturally the feelings are not ordinary."

Someone sighed: "This is called love for life." Unswerving. ”

Han Derang never imagined that he would become a model of faithfulness to love, and he could hear a lot of heart-stopping compliments every day. There are many good people who want to find out more secrets from his mouth, hoping that he will tell the legendary story of him and Zhao Zongyuan in person, which makes him physically and mentally exhausted and unable to cope. In particular, some women almost worship him as a god, they are both envious and jealous of Zhao Zongyuan, how can a good man let her be caught by a slave? It's unfair. Despite this, they love Han Derang even more. There are always some beautiful women walking around outside Han Derang's dome, wanting to see the demeanor of this dedicated lover.

Han Derang's wedding caused a sensation in the whole city, more lively than the emperor's wedding, there were many people attending the wedding, and more people came to see the wedding. People want to see what kind of woman can impress Han Derang?

They were not disappointed, Zhao Zongyuan was really radiant today, she looked much younger than her actual age, and her behavior was steady and mature, she was generous and smiling, not like a slave at all, but a little bit of a noble lady's look. This is all thanks to the training of the palace people in the past few days, Zhao Zongyuan has a very strong ability to imitate, and with a little dialing, he can get through. Compared with Zhao Zongyuan, Han Derang was much more restrained, he smiled reluctantly, and his old-fashioned face seemed to be covered with a layer of melancholy. But these have been covered by Zhao Zongyuan's enthusiasm, and people appreciate this enigmatic woman and want to find the key to solving the mystery from her.

finally broke up at the end of the song, Han Derang felt that he was about to fall apart, his head hurt, and because he drank a lot of wine, he was in a daze, and was helped to bed by Zhao Zongyuan.

However, just as he was about to lie down, he suddenly got up, looked at Zhao Zongyuan, and said, "You, go away." ”

Zhao Zongyuan was slightly stunned and said, "The government decrees a good rest, and the slave will go away." ”

After Zhao Zongyuan finished speaking, he walked out of the dome and looked up at the night sky, the sky was very clear, there were no clouds, no fog, only a clear moon hanging on the high sky. In Zhao Zongyuan's view, although this month is not as radiant as the sun, shining everywhere bright, dazzling, but it is just right, just right, just right, just right, just right, such as washing the dust, refreshing, and comfortable.

Soon, a cold air hit her, although the season has not yet reached the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the night in Beijing has a cold air. In such cold weather, it is time to have a stove in the dome. Thinking of this, Zhao Zongyuan returned to the dome and lit a stove, and soon the charcoal fire was red in the furnace, and the warmth in the dome suddenly melted and the cold subsided.

Today is also Zhao Zongyuan's most tired day, she feels that she can't even walk, her legs are like dozens of pounds of sand tied to her, and her whole body is sore and painful. However, she did not feel sleepy at all, everything was like a dream, and she suspected that she was still awake, and even if she was awake, she was still in a dream.

She still doesn't understand how she changed from a slave to a lady of the government order in the blink of an eye, so when she helped Han Derang to rest just now, she still felt that she was a slave and a lowly person.

Yes, even now, she has ostensibly become Han Derang's person, but, in the hearts of many people, she is still a slave, and even in his heart, she cannot change. Just now, he said, "You, go away." "Just so domineering, treating her like a slave.

She also knew that she was not worthy of him, she never expected to be his person, and even getting close to him was an extravagant hope. So, when she heard that she was going to marry him, she didn't believe it at all, thinking she was dreaming. Even if it was a dream, I was moved by the dream and had insomnia all night long. How she wished she could fall asleep, and continued to dream like this, and even in her dreams, she would rather never wake up in her dreams. But this is true, and the sisters in the palace congratulated her.

She didn't understand why such a good thing had come to her. Until, one day, the Queen Mother summoned her, and she realized that her task of marrying Han Derang was to serve him, not his wife, just a slave.

She knew that there were many pairs of eyes looking at her, and she was not allowed to get too close to Han Derang, and there were dozens of people who married with her, nominally as slaves of reward, but in fact, some people were spying on her, and they were the eyes of the Queen Mother.

However, Zhao Zongyuan is still very happy, after all, she is now closest to Han Derang, she has nothing else to ask for, she just wants to stay by Han Derang's side and do something to be happy.

She didn't know when she liked Han Derang silently, and she couldn't extricate herself from it, she knew that it was delusional, but she couldn't help but want to see him. At first, she understood this to mean "He's my benefactor, and of course I'll think of him." Later, she felt as if she had not treated him as a mere benefactor, and she could not sleep.

In the second half of the night, Han Derang woke up and saw Zhao Zongyuan sitting by the stove, where goat's milk was boiling, and the fragrance of goat's milk was permeating the dome.

"Why didn't you sleep?"

Zhao Zongyuan turned around and saw Han Derang sitting up and said, "The political order is awake?" Cold or not? ”

Han Derang shook his head and said, "It's not cold, you've been sitting like this?" ”

Zhao Zongyuan said: "The slave is not sleepy, the government ordered that I drank a lot of wine yesterday, and I woke up with a very bitter mouth, so I drank a glass of goat's milk to warm my stomach." ”

Zhao Zongyuan said, and took the goat's milk to Han Derang. Han Derang drank goat's milk, and his stomach was hot.

Zhao Zongyuan took the cup of goat's milk and prepared to take it for cleaning.

Han Derang stood up and walked to the stove and said, "Come here, I have something to say." ”

Zhao Zongyuan walked over and stopped.

Han Derang glanced at her and said, "How to stand, sit down." ”

Zhao Zongyuan sat down, lowered his head, and didn't dare to look at Han Derang.

The two were silent, and the coals in the furnace gradually turned to ashes.

Zhao Zongyuan stood up and said, "I'll go get some charcoal." ”

Han Derang was silent, Zhao Zongyuan came out of the vault, and after a while, he came in with a basket of charcoal. The charcoal was thrown into the furnace, and the sparks shot out in all directions, making a beeping and beeping sound. Han Derang's face was reflected in the firelight, black and white,

Zhao Zongyuan sat for a while, and couldn't help but say, "What does the government decree say to the slaves?" ”

Han Derang said: "You don't want to be a slave and a slave, you are now ~~~"

Han Derang didn't continue, paused for a moment, and said, "I know your daughter's whereabouts. ”

Zhao Zongyuan's eyes immediately widened, and he asked in surprise: "Really?" Are you sure? ”

Han Derang just nodded.

Zhao Zongyuan calmed down his excitement and said, "Where is she?" ”

Han Derang didn't answer, he didn't move, as if frozen, his lips were tightly closed, and the outline of his face became clearer, stiff, and a little terrifying.

Zhao Zongyuan was a little flustered and asked, "How is she?" ”

Han Derang's mouth squirmed, his eyes filled with tears, he sighed and said, "She's gone." ”

"Gone?" Zhao Zongyuan shouted, "No, you lied to me." ”

Han Derang lowered his head and looked at the burning charcoal fire in the stove, tears flowing on his face with vicissitudes.

After a while, Zhao Zongyuan looked very relaxed and said, "What are you talking about?" You don't know my daughter, how do you know she's gone? How is that person my daughter? ”

Han Derang said: "It won't be wrong, it won't be wrong, it's her, it's her." ”

Zhao Zongyuan saw Han Derang's painful look, and thought to himself, there must be someone in his heart, but she is gone and gone, but he can't erase that person's figure in his heart, so he connects many people with that person, thinking that it is related to her.

Han Derang raised his head, looked at Zhao Zongyuan, and said, "Please forgive me, I didn't take good care of the snow goose." ”

Zhao Zongyuan asked: "Who is the snow goose, my daughter is not called the snow goose." ”

Han Derang said: "No matter what your daughter's name is, Snow Goose is your daughter." ”

Zhao Zongyuan said: "Impossible. As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves.

Han Derang said: "You don't have to roll up your sleeves, there is a dark red birthmark on the snow goose's arm." ”

Zhao Zongyuan was stunned, slowly lowered his hand, covered his face and cried.

Han Derang didn't persuade her, and cried with her. Zhao Zongyuan was exhausted in tears, seeing Han Derang's eyes glazed and his spirit was extremely exhausted, as if he had walked back from a long distance. It was like ten years old all of a sudden, and his originally ruddy face looked pale and dry, crumpled like a lake swept by the autumn wind.

Zhao Zongyuan said distressedly: "Political order, you better rest for a while, it's still early." ”

Han Derang didn't say anything, got on the bed, pulled the quilt, covered his head, and didn't move.

Don't ask again, Zhao Zongyuan believed what Han Derang said, she felt that everything was shattered, she felt the absolute coldness, even if she threw all the charcoal into the stove, she was still shivering.