A low full moon hung in the sky, and between heaven and earth, a lonely figure loomed in the shadow of the moon.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the family was reunited, the night on the wasteland was already cold, and the man resolutely found this place despite his injuries.

Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, the full moon that can hold endless lovesickness, a line of tears silently slid down the handsome cheeks, and a black dress could not hide the sadness in the bottom of the heart.

"Ning'er, where are you, even once, in my dream."

"Come back soon......" Xuan Qi shouted in his heart over and over again.

……

Heaven and earth wept......

"Master, it's time to go." The dawn appeared in the sky, and Su Wei looked at the thin back of his master with a solemn expression.

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On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, everyone in the world got up early, busy climbing high and looking far away to plant dogwoods, enjoying chrysanthemums and drinking to visit relatives and friends.

The Chiyan Palace was also immersed in a busy situation, of course, the reason was not for the festival, but for the crown ceremony of a prince.

This prince is Xuan Qi, who has reached the age of two.

In the country of Chiyan, the men's crown ceremony is not held on the auspicious day of divination in February at the age of 20, but on the birthday of adult men.

The ninth day of September is Xuan Qi's birthday, and as soon as today's crown ceremony passes, it indicates that he is an adult and can get married.

When the auspicious time came, Xuan Qi was wearing a black crown robe, and all the hair that was draped over his shoulders on weekdays was raised high with a hosta. Stepping on the sound of ritual music, he walked slowly into the solemn Jongmyo with a steady pace, and waited in advance for Bongchang in the Jongmyo to preside over the ceremony as a guest.

Those who are often worshiped and the "praise crowns" on the side are all wearing ceremonial dresses.

Xuan Qi slowly knelt on the temple, and after reading the complicated texts, he took the cloth crown from the hand of the "praise crown" and gently placed it on Xuan Qi's head, and then his deep voice sounded: "Lingyue auspicious day, the first plus yuan service, abandon the young word, Shun Er Chengde, Shou Kao Weiqi, Jieer Jingfu." ”

Next, Feng Chang awarded Xuan Qi Piben, and at the same time read the congratulations: "Auspicious Moon Lingchen, Nai Shen Erfu, Jing Er Weiyi, Shu Shen Erde, Mei Shou Wan Shou, Forever Hu Fu." ”

After the Sanjia Jue, Feng Chang's voice sounded again: "With the righteousness of the year, with the order of the month, the Xiangar suit, the brothers are here, and the old Huang is boundless, and he is celebrated by the sky." ”

Every congratulatory message from Feng Chang expresses his best wishes to this young man.

Yanhuang Xuanjing sat on the high seat, watching the step by step salutes, with a pleased smile on his face. On the side, except for the queen Wang who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, the rest were all members of the royal family and a few civil and military ministers who watched the ceremony.

After the ceremony, Xuan Qi once again walked in front of Emperor Yan with the sound of ritual music, knelt on the ground, and bowed heavily to Emperor Yan: "Erchen greets his father." ”

Emperor Yan smiled: "Qi'er doesn't have to be polite. ”

"The son visits the queen mother." Xuan Qi then saluted Wang.

"Qi'er, please." Wang said to him with a smile.

Then, Xuan Qi saluted the crown prince Xuan Xuan and the rest of his brothers and sisters one by one.

Everyone returned the salute.

"Please give your majesty a word." Standing beside Xuan Qi, Feng Chang said respectfully to Emperor Yan.

Emperor Yan pondered for a moment: "The widow gave you the word 'Jun Fu'. There was some imperceptible warmth in the majestic voice.

"Xuan Junfu." The people around whispered, and Xuan Zhi looked at Xuan Qi with a smile on his face, and his eyes were clearly congratulating his brother Wang on finally having his own words.

"Thank you, Father." A flash of a smile appeared on Xuan Qi's cold face, and this moment was a rare happy time in these days.

"Get up."

As soon as Xuan Qi got up from the ground, Emperor Yan's voice sounded again: "Qi'er is already an adult, and the widow thinks that his virtue is good, and he is specially named King Ling, where is Zhang Zhen, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites?" ”

"The minister is here." After a while, a white-bearded man standing not far away stepped forward and respectfully saluted Emperor Yan.

"Quickly return to the Ministry of Rites to draft an edict."

"Obey."

"Thank you, Father." Without waiting for the waiter of the Ministry of Rites to leave, Xuan Qi once again expressed his gratitude to Emperor Yan.

"Congratulations to His Royal Highness King Ling." The rest of the people congratulated Xuan Qi in unison.

"Your Majesty." Feng Chang's voice sounded at the right time, "His Royal Highness's crown ceremony has been completed, and he has been crowned King Ling, which is really double happiness, if you add another joy, it is three joys." ”

"Where did Aiqing start with this?" Emperor Yan seemed to be asking, but in fact, he understood that as he said, he had such a plan in his heart.

"Your Highness has reached the age of marrying a wife, and Your Majesty should give marriage to King Ling."

"That's what the widow wants." Emperor Yan laughed, "I heard that the concubine of the Hou family of Wu'an is incomparably beautiful, virtuous and virtuous, and is in the prime of her cardamom years, what does Aiqing think of this marriage?" ”

"Your Majesty, the minister is fortunate to have met the concubine of the Hou family of Wu'an, and it is a match made in heaven with His Royal Highness King Ling." Bong Chang said, also excited.

"The matter was decided, and the widow immediately issued an edict."

Just when Emperor Yan was happy, Xuan Qi interrupted him: "Father, the son has no plans to marry a wife for the time being. ”

Xuan Qi resisted the decree on the spot, brushed the king's face, and caused everyone present to sweat for him.

A cold and indifferent sentence, without a trace of compromise, interrupted all Emperor Yan's thoughts, and he said helplessly: "That's it, this marriage is null and void, and everyone doesn't need to mention it." He understands that his son, who is unwilling to do anything, will never compromise easily, and his injuries have not completely healed, so he can't hurt the harmony of father and son because of a meaningless marriage.

"Son, thank your father for your grace."

When everything was over, it was already night, Xuan Qi changed into a dress, accompanied by the moonlight, and walked in the Sheng'an Palace, and after a while, he pushed open a temple door and walked in.

It was dark here, and the lights were not on the other side.

Xuan Qi's expression was complicated, he continued to move forward, pushed open a door and walked in, and after a while, he lit the candle in the room, and stood under a painting, his eyes full of sadness.

The woman in the painting is dressed in a black dress, with the appearance of a captivating city, this is Xuan Qi's biological mother Chu Lingying. Since the death of his mother, Emperor Yan has left all the things that his mother used during her lifetime, except for the maids who come to clean every day, the rest are not allowed to come close to half a minute.

Therefore, even if this palace has not been inhabited for ten years, the inside is still as clean and tidy as before, but it is a little more lonely and lonely.

"Mother, the crown ceremony of Qi'er has been completed, and today she will become an adult." Xuan Qi's voice echoed in the empty and deserted hall.

"It would be nice if you did." He tried to squeeze out a smile, but even so, it couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.

What followed was a long silence, as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, Xuan Qi's voice sounded again: "Mother, I lost my beloved woman again, I lost her ......" seemed to be talking to the portrait, and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Mother, what should I do?" At this moment, he looks so fragile, a dignified eight-foot man, as if he can be broken in one go.

After a long time, the candle flame was extinguished in the hall, and he slowly walked out of the palace, his eyes still mixed with sadness and loneliness.

He walked slowly, letting the cold wind blow across his cheeks.