The city is towering, and the lights are thousands of miles.

The charming and intoxicating string orchestra came from afar from the Yecheng Palace, which was like eternal day, even if you didn't have the opportunity to see it with your own eyes, you could imagine the celestial appearance of the dancing girls who were dancing in the hall at this moment through this beautiful music.

As soon as the old year is said goodbye to the new year, all the prosperous scenes in the city are far more lively than the Shangyuan Festival when the public ceremony first came.

However, this excitement is confined to the outside of the palace.

In his opinion, there is no trace of true affection, one by one, but they are all boneless puppets manipulated by the stars and the emperor of Luo Qijian under the invisible silk line.

Sadly, I will do the same in the future.

Obviously, he has only been in this Xuanguo for a year, but it seems that he has lived a lifetime, I don't know what year, I don't know what month, in this life, will he still have a day to return to the Han Kingdom?

Gongyi scarlet intentionally or unintentionally used chopsticks to hold the delicacies in front of him, each of his chopsticks was not worth other people's half chopsticks, and when he entered his mouth, it also tasted the same as chewing wax.

I don't know that in the Han Kingdom, at this moment, the imperial brothers are also holding a New Year's banquet? In previous years, when this time came, he had already been called by the imperial brother to rest.

The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors. The singing and dancing on the table also passed one fold after another, and the honorable people on the throne were also a little tired.

The lengthy polite words of the monarch and the ministers are nothing more than the words that the society is safe, the country is long, and the soup is not changed.

The feast is over, but people can't sleep yet, whether according to the rules of the palace or the customs outside the palace, everyone has to keep the New Year, even if they are very tired children.

On the night of the New Year's vigil, the lights are constantly lit. The palaces in all parts of the palace are full of lanterns, bright and shining, as if the Buddhist scriptures say that the other side is full of glazed pure land.

The gloomy East Palace on weekdays has a rare hint of vitality today, and at this moment, its owner is sitting in the study in a regular manner, flipping through the books on the case.

Although he was somewhat uncomfortable with this foreign object that did not belong to his body when he first put on this left eye, as time went by, the two ran into each other. Comparatively speaking, it was even better than his own left eye before.

"Whew, Whew......"

The sound of blowing the wind was unbearable, and Xuanyuan Qi, who sat obediently on the table and waited for the hour, she trotted from Gongyi's side, and her fleshy little hands picked up the gauze cover of the palace lamp, and blew it in a small mouth, and the candle flame shook red, and it was clearly extinguished.

"Don't make a fuss, go find your scarlet sister." The flickering lamp shook Xuanyuan Xuan's eyes, and he was fascinated by reading the book, and being disturbed by Xuanyuan Qi like this really disturbed his interest.

While speaking, Xuanyuan Jue did not look sideways, but his left hand snatched the lampshade from Xuanyuan Qi's hand on the side, put it down, and continued to flip through the scrolls on the case.

Seeing that Xuanyuan Jue was ignoring herself, Xuanyuan Qi was not angry, because she found that the jade flute on Xuanyuan Jue's body that had never left her body was actually gone.

"Sister Scarlet, look, Brother's jade flute is gone, did it fall into the Weiyang Palace, or can you go with me to find it?"

Even if there is a sprout of life, but the young Xuanyuan Qi can't see it, and he only thinks that Xuanyuan has lost his beloved, and he is sad and sulking there.

"Wow!"

A purple copper bead with the word "Hai" written on it, as it was touched by the smart mechanism, fell on the copper plate according to the trajectory, and the voice was dull, just like the atmosphere in the study.

Knowing that it was the time and the year had been completed, Gongyi Fei gently touched Xuanyuan Qi's head, and said softly: "Okay, the time has come, Ah Qi, you are already tired, right?" You go to sleep first, and I'll ask your brother. ”

Without waiting for Xuanyuan Qi to say anything more, Gongyi Fei beckoned to the door, and a few waiters who had been waiting for a long time bowed their heads and took Xuanyuan Qi away.

About Xuanyuan Qi took the warm sedan out of the East Palace, Gongyi took a few steps forward, and came to the opposite side of Xuanyuan Xuan's case, he glanced at the waist of the person in front of him, except for a piece of eye-born dragon jade pendant, it was indeed empty.

In this way, he was not wrong at the beginning, since he entered the palace this morning, when he saw Xuanyuan Jue, he didn't see the jade flute, not that it was lost somewhere, but that he didn't have it with him today.

The owner of the East Palace picked up a purple hao with his left hand, and with the tip of the pen immersed in the inkstone a little deeply, under the steady holding of the left hand, the lines of dignified and solemn fonts jumped on the paper, not at all like the handwriting of calligraphy that had only been learned for two months, but it was true, even so, it must be the result of the author's day and night, diligent study and hard practice.

Although Xuanyuan Xuan's right hand is Chen Ji and cannot lift a sword and hold a bow, it has not reached the point where he can't write, why does he suddenly think of changing his left hand these days?

It was at this moment that the past flashed, and Gongyi immediately thought that when he and Xuanyuan Qi offered the white plum in the Weiyang Palace, the emperor took it with his left hand and inserted the white plum in the golden bottle.

Thinking about it carefully, although he has only seen a handful of meetings with the Emperor of Xuanguo, every time, he uses his hand first, and it is his left hand.

Here, Xuanyuan is writing a "clumsy" character, a total of eight paintings, and he is writing the last stroke. Short vertical paper, one word to be complete. However, for some reason, the pen paused, and the ink was so tired that the paper was soaked, and the whole freshly written text was ruined.

"Princess Scarlet, the carriage and horses sent by King Kang's Mansion have been waiting for a long time, and Mrs. Yan is probably also worried, won't she leave?"

A polite question, but without a warm greeting.

"Is it worth it for him?"

Gongyi specially used his original voice to question, no longer the suppleness of his daughter, replaced by the perseverance of a young man.

Xuanyuan Jue heard Gongyifei's question, but he didn't answer in a hurry, he looked inside and outside the study, fortunately, there were no extra palace maids and waiters. "I am the son of my father, naturally, I am also used to using my left hand like him, and I am smiling."

The answer was not asked, Gongyi Fei didn't know why, and felt faintly indignant at Xuanyuan Xuan's strangeness to Xuanyuan Qi from the bottom of his heart, and he felt sad for Xuanyuan Qi's choice.

"Gongyifei, as far as I know, Emperor Han is the eldest brother of Ru, I heard that you have another brother, who is only one year older than you, why haven't I heard you mention it?"

It's easy to say, eloquent, and it's like your own business.

"Since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince already knows, why do I need to say more? It's not early, and it's time for the courtiers to go back to King Kang's mansion. ”

Returning to Jiao'e's voice again, Gongyi Fei didn't dare to stay here any longer, because he really didn't know if Xuanyuan Jue would always be like this, and he had to tell his identity, and he would never let go of his admit until he was helpless in the end.

Here, the public ceremony gave a salute and walked towards the door of the study, and the maids outside the door had been waiting for a long time, and their bodies were shivering with cold.

Seeing that one of Gongyi's feet had already stepped out of the door of the study, Xuanyuan didn't care about putting the corner of the broken character on the candle in the gauze lamp, burning it, and throwing it into the charcoal basin on the side.

"Gongyifei, as soon as Shangyuan passes, I will go to my father and ask for you and me to marry."

A loud and weighty sentence made Gongyi scarlet step out of the door, and the foot that was about to land stopped halfway.

"But you and I are still young, and I'm afraid the big wedding will have to wait until after the scarlet princess you have done the ceremony."

To put it mildly, it is a long-planned plan in my heart.

The public ceremony that was sent to Xuanguo as the princess of the Han Kingdom is not just a hostage. Since she is a princess, she must come for the marriage of the two countries in the future.

The crux of the matter lies here, there are only two candidates for the marriage of Xuanguo here, King Kang Xuanyuan Qi and his crown prince Xuanyuan Xuan.

If there is no accident, the prince is the king of a country in the future, and his own details are already known to him, whether it is from the perspective of his own life and the survival of the Han Kingdom, marrying Xuanyuan is the best, but also the most dangerous choice.

"Xuanyuan Jue, do you think your father will really agree to this matter?"

didn't want to entangle any more, and the next moment, Gongyi stepped out of the study of the East Palace, leaving only Xuanyuan alone.

Yes, what Gongyi Fei said is not wrong, if the emperor really intended it at the beginning, he would definitely not have found such a joking excuse to let Gongyi live in King Kang's mansion.

"Yawn...... Sister Scarlet, can you find Brother's jade flute? ”

Entering the warm sedan chair parked at the back door of the East Palace, Gongyifei heard a familiar voice, and he realized that Xuanyuan Qi, who should have arrived at King Kang's Mansion a long time ago, wrapped himself in a ball and sat inside.

Looking at Xiao Douding's sleepy appearance, he thought that he had been waiting for himself for a long time.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince forgot about it this morning, don't worry about it, let's go back early, Uncle Chu and Aunt Yan must have waited until they were about to become snowmen, yawning...... It's so sleepy......"

Gongyi raised his hand, squinted his eyes, pretended to be sleepy, and gently patted Xuanyuan Qi's shoulder. I just asked the waiter to put down the curtain on the sedan chair, only to feel that it was empty, it turned out that the sedan chair under him had been lifted, swaying leisurely, and after a while, he was far away from the East Palace.

Although the East Palace is large, but the study is the closest to the back door, it is empty, the silent East Palace, Xuanyuan Jue alone in the study only heard the footsteps of the attendants carrying the warm sedan chair farther and farther away, and in the end, the East Palace returned to calm.

The night was deeper, but Xuanyuan still had no intention of resting, he stood up from the desk, wrapped himself in a crimson snow poncho, slowly walked through the courtyard in front of the study, and returned to the dormitory alone. The charcoal fire had already been built in the dormitory, and the palace maids seemed to know that Xuanyuan Jue would only come back at this time.

"Stand down." Waving his hand to the palace maids on both sides, Xuanyuan Jue's expression was as usual, and he couldn't see any changes.

The candle flame was extinguished, and after the last glimmer of light in the dormitory was blown out by him himself, Xuanyuan Jue came to his bed with peace of mind. Kneeling on his knees, Xuanyuan reached out and reached into the space under his bed, feeling out a long box.

It was a very delicate rosewood box, and every part of the box was the handwriting of skilled craftsmen, gilded machine locks, and lifelike white plums.

Xuanyuan touched every petal on the wooden box, not letting go of a single corner, but never opened it again.