The Tiger Wing Army guards escorted a carriage back to the Founding Baoyi Marquis' Mansion. In the Shangyuan ceremony, the people of Luoyang all knew these cavalrymen who drove war horses and danced, and watched with amazement and envy as they escorted an ordinary carriage and stopped in front of the Hou Mansion. Although Zhang Caiwei enthusiastically retained, Li Ruoxue still returned to the house with two children, after all, this is home. The Baoyi Marquis Mansion occupies a large area, and the Baggage Division first hired more than a dozen servants and maids, but they were all strangers to Li Ruoxue, and the only relative by her side was the child who was holding her hands.

For many men and women in Luoyang, Shangyuan Night will be a sleepless night. Although Zhao Yong and Zhao Zhuo were still young, they were so excited that they couldn't sleep, and kept begging their mother to go to bed late, Li Ruoxue had to put on a straight face to scare them, and finally reached a compromise and told three stories tonight. By the time he had spoken of two and a half, the child had fallen asleep peacefully, and his little face was as pink as an apple. Li Ruoxue's eyes revealed a strong maternal tenderness. Far away from her parents and brothers, her husband is away on the expedition, these two children are also her most important sustenance.

After coaxing the child to sleep, Li Ruoxue herself was not sleepy, she put the scroll back on the bed, sat in front of the dressing table and removed hairpins, jade hairpins, flower dians, step shakes, crown combs, jade bracelets and other ornaments. Putting these jewelry back in the box neatly, Li Ruoxue looked at herself in the mirror, a little distracted. The woman in the mirror has changed from a shy and reserved girl to a gentle and charming young woman, with a faint sadness between her eyebrows. The hazy light and shadow trembled, the delicate face gradually became soft, the long black hair fell softly, the chest was half covered with snow, and the full embroidered shirt rose and fell slightly with the breathing. The beauty warms her arms like jade, and her contemplative appearance is particularly pitiful. The woman in the mirror closed her eyes slightly, and a crystal tear came out, sliding down her cheek silently.

“...... The broken incense and residual fragrance are evil, and the west wind urges the sycamore to fall. The sycamore falls, and it is still autumn and lonely. ”

Li Ruoxue sighed softly, curled up her legs on her knees, sat on the makeup stool with her skirt in her arms, and was stunned stupidly, her eyes were a little confused, looking at the changing skylight outside the square. Fireworks flickered in the sky, and changing light and shadow were reflected in the room through the window paper. If she had a choice, she would rather be like many ordinary women in the Song Kingdom and the Xia Kingdom, falling in love with each other, morning and twilight, male and female love, long streams, plain, rather than the female bachelor that people talk about.

Although there is no such thing as "a woman is virtuous if she is not talented" in this world, most of the women who are famous for their talents, the so-called eyebrow sweeping talents, are as despicable as Yu Xuanji and Xue Tao, and they are as thin as Cai Wenji, Zhuo Wenjun, and Shangguan Wan'er. Serious women, then make the talent eight buckets, most of them are used to teach husbands and children, occasionally masterpieces, every word is a bitter mood, how to let people know, and even recite it from the mouth, intoxicated. Li Ruoxue is as lonely as Wang Baochuan who is guarding the cold kiln. Her heart can't be a simple still water. Her loneliness, her sorrow, and her bitterness are just as brilliant as her amazing talents, and in the same circumstances, she will always be much more than ordinary women. However, Hongyan came and went, her pride, but she did not allow her to pour out her feelings to her husband like an ordinary woman, she will always be a warm, considerate, elegant wife, so that Zhao Xingde can make contributions with peace of mind, this smart and beautiful woman, will always wait for his return. However, this kind of waiting, although willing, but not willing, poetry, words, love, she is very smart, never complained, but the twists and turns, deep thoughts, bit by bit, are all in the long and short sentences, everyone in the world has seen it, everyone in the world knows it, and the lover she misses naturally knows. As long as he knew, she didn't care about the amazement and praise of others, or gossip.

A woman's talent is a scent, sometimes something that can attract bees and butterflies and cause trouble. In the Academy of Literature and Dictionaries of the Bachelor's Mansion of the Xia Kingdom, there are indispensable men who are intoxicated with poetry and wine because they can't be officials, they are like butterflies flying among the flowers, good at provoking people's hearts with beautiful rhetoric, lingering thoughts, affectionate feelings, countless young girls with spring for Xia Fei Shuangjing, they are more eclectic than the Confucian students of the Song Kingdom, and their temperament is more flamboyant, smiling and arrogant princes, dung fame, and ignoring etiquette. In the literary courtyard where the world's leading people gather, Li Ruoxue is a cactus in the hot sand sea, which can be viewed from a distance but cannot be blasphemed. She originally entered the Academy of Literature and Dictionaries by praising and deprecating everyone in ancient and modern times, and she was always ruthless and embarrassing when she commented on the poetry of the times, and it was embarrassing and embarrassing that only belongs to women, so that the most proud people were embarrassed, and all the distractions disappeared, leaving only a grievance, and finally had to be forced to be generous, admitting that she was a point-to-point opinion. There are also gossips, mocking her for sending all her grievances out to some pitiful worms, and even faintly sympathizing with her husband for marrying such a bitter woman, or before Zhao Xingde's identity was revealed, she secretly ridiculed her for being quick-witted and quick-witted, but married to a reckless martial artist who was incomprehensible and gentle. Even after Zhao Xingde's identity was revealed, some people speculated that if Li Ruoxue did not show favoritism, if this Kanto science master was judged by his wife, he would definitely not be able to please him.

Thinking of this, Li Ruoxue smiled, and then frowned slightly, the beauty in the mirror showed two completely opposite styles, making people seem to have experienced spring and autumn in an instant. Zhao Xingde almost never writes poetry, and all his energy is spent on marching and fighting, studying the things of craftsmen, and exploring the truth. However, Li Ruoxue is not very interested in these things, she doesn't want to understand them, and she has no intention of commenting on them. Anyway, when the two of them are together, he knows how to enter the thrush in depth and time. No matter how great Zhao Xingde's achievements are, in her eyes, he is just a good husband, and the love between husband and wife is always the most important. The only worry is whether he provoked the woman next to him again.

"Probably not, right?" Li Ruoxue pouted, every time she was upset about this, she had to forgive Zhao Xingde again. Then, she suddenly noticed that there was a tear in the corner of her eye. Although Li Ruoxue accepted Han Ningshuang, this does not mean that she is lenient, on the contrary, she is a thoughtful woman, a woman who needs more care, a lonely woman, and a jealous woman. If there is another such one, Li Ruoxue doesn't know if she will quarrel with her husband and turn her face.

"No conscience." She gritted her silver teeth and looked back at the child, only then did a smile and a sad look appear on her face.

"If you don't come back, I'll be really old." The beauty in the mirror smiled astringently, looked back and stroked the child's pink face, and said to herself: "However, fortunately, there is still someone with me." Her heart was full of warm happiness again, and she gently folded the quilt for the children. The charcoal stove is burning warmly, and there is a cold that red charcoal can't dispel. After lying down, Li Ruoxue subconsciously pulled the brocade quilt tighter and wrapped herself tightly in it, then closed her eyes, and after a while, she breathed evenly. "It's good to dream at night, it should be a ...... of Nanzhi"

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Ezhou, in the Furong Pavilion of the harem, Zhao Qi looked at the eldest princess with a smile and asked, "On the Shangyuan Festival, doesn't the imperial sister like to sneak out of the palace to play?" "They were born to one mother, and they were deeply liked by their fathers, and they grew up together, and the friendship between brothers and sisters was deep. Therefore, in the years when the eldest brother Zhao Ke was the emperor, Zhao Huan was also affected by the pond fish and was confined in the cold palace, and the same was true for the Lantern Festival. not only spent a period of loneliness, but also delayed the age of marriage. After Zhao Qi succeeded to the throne, he always felt a little sorry for Zhao Huan and tried his best to make up for it.

"That was when I was a kid." Zhao Huan's pretty face was slightly red, and he said coquettishly, "What else is the imperial brother mentioning it?" ”

At this moment, Zhao Qi's mouth was a little dry. Zhao Huan inherited the beauty of the concubine, and she was born with charm, but she did not have the arrogance of a princess. Her usual cold appearance is already pitiful, and when she is with someone she knows, the mood that she inadvertently reveals is always seductive. Whether it is King Jing's Mansion or succeeding to the throne, Zhao Qi is also accustomed to beauties, but he doesn't think that anyone is more beautiful than Zhao Huan. "If you are accepted as a concubine," sometimes, Zhao Qi would even subconsciously think, "It must be three thousand favors in one." However, he can only think about such a crooked heart. The Great Song Dynasty ruled the world with courtesy, and the king's legacy could be expected for 10,000 years. Every word and deed is stared at, even if it is a joke. Lose virtue and fail, so what's the point?

"Yes, yes, my family has grown up a long time ago, it's time to get married." Zhao Qi said embarrassedly, a trace of guilt welling up in his heart.

Zhao Huan's face turned pale, on the night of the Yuan Dynasty, did the imperial brother want to say this to himself? Listening to Zhou He's report, the imperial court "lacked good generals", in order to reward Liu Yanqing for his brave retirement, Liu Guangshi was appointed as a Huaixi Xuanfu envoy. I heard that this person is greedy for money and lustful, and he has a group of wives and concubines, and he has already refused, does the imperial brother still want to use himself to win over Liu Guangshi? Zhao Huan lowered his head, trying not to let his tears welling up in his eyes.

"Zhao Xingde," Zhao Qi frowned and said in a low voice, "I'm in Ezhou today." ”

Zhao Huan's delicate body trembled, Zhao Qi made a look of knowing it, and said with a smile: "My sister's heart, how can I be a brother and not be perfect." As long as his troubles in the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Rites are over, and the time is right, I will marry Zhao Xingde. After that, he looked at Zhao Huan with a smile on his face, as if he had really done a good thing for his sister's lifelong happiness. My sister was obsessed with Zhao Xingde's affairs, and he knew about it a long time ago, but the law made a rule that the same surname should not be married, so he didn't think about it. The current situation is forbidden, and the Ministry of Rites itself is discussing the etiquette law, so everything is logical. Thousands of troops are easy to obtain, but one will be hard to find.