Chu Changting slowly raised his head to meet Shen Liangchen's gaze as if he had been drained, and the moment his eyes met, two lines of tears slipped down.

"Trust me, I'll definitely be back." Shen Liangchen gritted his teeth and said vigorously word by word.

"Good...... Well, I believe you, I will, I will wait for you to come back. Chu Changting only felt weak, his legs were sore, and he wanted to fall down, but he didn't want Shen Liangchen to worry about it and miss a big event, so he could only hold on to his spirit in one breath, "Changting is a sensible person, you protect your family and defend the country, I will support you at any time, you ...... Go with confidence. ”

Shen Liangchen looked at Chu Changting's weak and fragile appearance, and was embarrassed in every way, letting go of Chu Changting's hand and wanting to leave, but was pulled back by Chu Changting. Chu Changting trembled and took out a peach wood comb carved with the long pavilion of the distant mountains from the small wooden box of his dresser, and then broke it hard, handed half of it to Shen Liangchen's arms, pulled the corners of his mouth and said: "This wooden comb is one of the few things that my mother has left me since I was a child, and now we are half of us, and the comb means that the person is still there, you put it away, see you in the future, and use this broken comb as evidence." ”

"Well, I'll keep it until the day I see you again." Shen Liangchen frowned, trying his best to force his tears back but to no avail, his slender hand tightly grasped the half of the wooden comb. He gritted his teeth, took Chu Changting's hand and slowly let go, and then rushed out of the room without looking back.

Chu Changting looked at Shen Liangchen's distant back, stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't support it and sat on the ground, Xun'er on the side hurriedly ran out from behind the screen when he saw this, and knelt next to Chu Changting, wanting to pull her up, but when he saw her face full of tears, he couldn't help but cry worriedly.

"The battle of the Southern Barbarians is the most difficult, and the last time he was there was three years." Chu Changting muttered solemnly, and Ling Xun'er didn't know if Chu Changting was talking to her, but he still comforted: "Miss, don't worry, General Shen will definitely return safely." ”

"I hope ......" Chu Changting smiled bitterly, helped Xun'er to stand up with difficulty, slowly walked to his bed, and then slammed down on the bed again. She leaned against the bed, sad.

At this moment, Mei Xiang silently entered the door, and then bowed in front of Chu Changting, and her cold voice pierced the cold winter air: "Please Miss An, Mei Xiang is guarding Miss by the order of General Shen, and protecting Miss is thorough." ”

Mei Xiang stood quietly, with countless swirling currents of water under her eyes, circling around the bottom of the quiet lake, like a thousand pounds for a while, and as misty as smoke for a while. The heavy rain fell on her complex and deep eyes, but they were dry and withered, and finally with a burst of thunder leaned over, and all colors returned to nothingness.

Finally, her gaze softened slowly, slowly.

The auspicious time has not arrived, but the Shen Mansion has already come to take back all the ten miles of red makeup on the road, and the long street is surrounded by amazing people, some regret, some are happy, some are numb, some have a long tongue and the mother-in-law glances at Chu Changting and whispers, and there are obscene Xiaoxiao staring at Chu Changting salivating.

The emperor's edict was to Shen Liangchen soon after he left to the Chu Mansion, the decree was the palace is very face-stricken, Kang Gonggong, which symbolically appeased a few words, and gave Chu Changting a string of East China Sea Fuzhu red coral bracelet and many other treasures that can only be worn by the palace lady or prince to show the emperor's grace, the bracelet of white and warm blessing beads sandwiched with bright red like blood delicate and soft red coral, the beaded thread is thin as invisible but glowing light brown in the sun, look closely, it is a little like a white glutinous rice sugar gourd.

Chu Changting listened to the decree without saying a word, and got up to receive the decree in Kang Jiu's gentle but meaningful gaze. There was no sadness, grief or lamentation expected by the onlookers, she just thanked her politely and detachedly, and sent Kang Jiuhe away gently and politely.

The slender nails dyed with bright red cardamom due to the marriage were pinched in the hand, and the edge of the brocade box was half-open to reveal the light brown hook gold silk mandarin duck dotted with emerald, as if to pinch out the past of the mountains and rivers, revealing the blurred flesh and blood.

The cold wind swept in, blowing her red wedding dress and bulging, like a blood-stained flag waving in the hunting wind.

The emperor's grace is really immense. She hooked her lips in thought.

Looking at the lively onlookers, everyone looked at Chu Changting's dignified attitude without showing sadness, and looked at each other one after another, only then did they realize that the woman in front of them was admired by thousands of people with a noble status, and at the age of five, she was quick to think and could do a hundred lines of poetry, and at the age of ten, she was not left behind in the game of Hanlin Bachelor, and a dance koi was transferred to move Feng Zhao, which attracted Shen Liangchen, the most famous general of the Northern Tianzhuo Kingdom, fell in love at first sight, and Chu Changting, the daughter of the prime minister.

Her every move, word and deed is destined to be elegant and noble by birth; Her smile, joy and anger have always been unacceptable in front of the public.

Chu Minghong stiffened his face, just now Kang Jiuhe was inconvenient to say and do, at this time, he was busy sending people to dismiss the people who came to see the excitement, surrounded by friends and friends of the Chu family who came early to congratulate him, they all came in the dust, but at this time there was only regret.

"The wind is swept and gloomy in November, and I look at the mountains in the south." Chu Changting smiled bitterly, handed the brocade box to Xun'er on the side, and turned around to return to his room, not wanting to see the sorrow of withering all over the ground. She should have known that marrying the general's family would often suffer the pain of parting, but she didn't expect it to come so quickly this time.

Chu Xuanxuan looked at Chu Changting's gloomy and sad appearance, and was very distressed. She sighed and chased after her, took Chu Changting's hand, and comforted her as she walked: "Good Changting, this parting is not a permanent secret, Shen Liangchen will come back soon, and you will still get married smoothly." ”

Chu Changting knew that what her aunt wanted to teach her was nothing more than that if the two feelings were long, how could they be in the morning and twilight, but when she heard her aunt's gentle persuasion, she still couldn't help but burst into tears, she turned around and threw herself into Chu Xuanxuan's arms, choked up, "Auntie...... But Changting is so sad. ”

"Auntie understands." Chu Xuanxuan stroked Chu Changting's head distressedly.

Mei Makeup watched quietly from the side, and her heart that had not been wavering for a long time suddenly opened a layer of ripples. She looked at Chu Changting, who was crying with pear blossoms and rain, and then looked at Chu Xuanxuan, who was full of sorrow, and then looked around the Chu Mansion, and shook her head gently.

The qi is exhausted, and there is no power to return to the sky.

At three o'clock, Yi Lunhuan sat silently in his Qiankun Palace, and there were scattered crooked empty wine jugs on the desk in front of him.

Mei Rong brought him a few more jugs of wine, and seeing that he was not drunk, and his eyes were full of shrewd and awe-inspiring light, he silently retreated behind the screen.

Yi Lunhuan reached out and picked up a new pot of wine, tilted his head and poured it in.

After a while, he stood up, staggered to a piece of danqing placed next to his couch, and muttered softly: "Drink the happy wine with tears and swallow the white head." ”

After saying that, he suddenly laughed, sprinkled all the wine in his hand on the painting, and then whispered fiercely: "I must drink the wine, but I am willing to wish you a white head." ”

This wine, and I will congratulate you on the joy of separation.