Chenshi.

The vermilion main entrance of the purple gold hall was slowly pushed open by six little eunuchs, and the heavy sound of opening the door was followed by the flowers of the hall, all the main roads, auxiliary roads, holly platforms and the original gray lawn were all covered with flowers, and they stretched until the emperor could walk on the Yingtian Dragon Board, and then covered with layers of white marble steps until the entrance of the hall. At this time, the early dynasty has ended, but the ministers of the full hall have not left the emperor's will, and at this moment they all walked out of the main hall, kneeling on both sides of the road according to their ranks, although everyone has thousands of questions in their hearts, I don't know who is coming, and they used such a big pomp, but seeing that even the emperor is very solemnly dressed in the golden crown court clothes on the day of his accession to the throne, everyone is also in place in the gradually vast snow, quietly bowing their heads and kneeling, quietly looking at the avenue of flowers that stretches to the outside of the palace from the low brim of the hat.

With Wen Zihua's footsteps slowly arrived at the entrance of the Zijin Palace, sixteen giant fireworks suddenly lit up on the long bell tower in the west at the same time, each of which was red, and the huge and unreal fireworks reflected the sky of the entire Zijin Palace, and the snowflakes that fell like goose feathers were also dyed with the color of red plums, and under this beautiful scenery, a woman dressed in white, with green silk up to her waist, did not wear a single ornament on her body, her eyes and teeth were bright, and she came proudly on the avenue of flowers.

She is not an Iraqi on the water side,

She doesn't have the face of a country and a city,

She can't learn to be demure like a flower shining on water, and she can't act like the wind blowing willows,

I can't answer if the catkins are raised by the wind, and I haven't heard the chirping of Yanshan Hu Qi,

She had hoped for her best appearance, but she and her best friend could be dressed and angry, and see all the Chang'an flowers in one day.

But at this moment, she came, she finally came, just as Wen Zihua imagined and looked forward to after every night of scheming people's hearts or killing, tired and powerless and about to collapse, she came here, walked through his thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, hundreds of miles of green mountains, ten miles of flowers, step by step through the layers of cold white marble steps, stepped through every step of the road he had walked, and walked in front of him.

"Yao Jin, you're here. ”

"Yes. ”

"I've been waiting for this day. ”

"Wen Zihua, everything you promised, you did. ”

"And what about your answer?"

Yao Jin was silent, she was still standing on the steps one level lower than Wen Zihua, but looking back, between the vast world and the world, the people who were crawling on the steps, the endless continuous palace city, and the long road gradually covered by snow, she seemed to be standing alone on a lonely and cold mountain peak, except for climbing higher and colder places than here, she seemed to have no other way to go. Yao Jin suddenly remembered what that person said to her shivering from the cold when he stood on the high city tower on Chinese New Year's Eve - don't you want a country?

She never thought that it would be such a lonely and lonely feeling to want a country, like Emperor Li watching her leave from a distance on the city tower, like Emperor Wei smelling the smell of blood on his body when he strangled her neck, like the slender and white hand stretched out by the young and lonely emperor in front of her, which is too different from her Wei Yan, Zhao Yu and Wang Xiang, the little Nanguo who talked and laughed together. Yao Jin raised the corners of his mouth lightly, his cheeks were a little red, his bright eyes looked directly at Wen Zihua, but his knees slowly knelt down: "Li Yaojin, the lord of the Xiaonan Domain, is not worthy of talent and appearance, and his identity is not suitable, so he has come to return the marriage letter with His Majesty Emperor Wei, hoping that the friendship will last for a long time and the friendship will last forever." ”

The red wedding book, the gilded words, Yao Jin rarely painted the red Kodan, as if she deliberately wanted to match the pair of white hands holding the marriage book, her hands were raised high, but her head was lowered, the black hair fell from her ears, revealing a slender swan neck, and a few snowflakes fell on it, Wen Zihua reached out to brush it, but she turned sideways slightly to avoid it, leaving the empty hand of the young emperor and finally had to fall on the page of the big red wedding book.

"Yao Jin, have you really thought about it?"

"Yes, and, never, it has never changed. ”

"On the banks of the Jinsha River, the morning bell and the dusk drum have never changed, have they?"

"Yes. ”

"Even if it's me, the person in front of you, don't change?"

"It's the opposite of what you do, and you don't need to change it. I wish Zihua peace and well-being, even if the years change in the future, Yao Jin will also wish him a thousand years old. According to the etiquette of the Wei State, Yao Jin gathered his sleeves, bowed, bowed, bowed, and got up after the salute, she looked up at Wen Zihua, and smiled: "My ancient poems have always been not very good, this sentence 'Langjun Chitose' I don't remember the source, it sounds very good, the right is borrowed and used, I wish Zihua every year." ”

A strange light flashed in Wen Zihua's eyes, and then he smiled gently: "It seems that your ancient poems are really not good at learning, go back and let Wang Xiang teach you well-this sentence 'Langjun Chitose', I remembered it and accepted it." ”

"Well, this one is finally over. Yao Jin took a breath, grabbed Wen Zihua's hand that was about to be withdrawn, and took advantage of the strength to go up a step to stand beside him, in his slightly surprised gaze, Yao Jin suddenly stood with his hands in his hands, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty Emperor Wei, Yao Jin came from thousands of mountains and rivers, not only did he work hard and was full of dangers on the way, but he almost lost his life, why don't you lead me to appreciate the beautiful scenery of this northern country, and it is not in vain that I come here in my life." ”

Speaking of the last sentence, Yao Jin inexplicably felt a little sad, and people were stunned, but Wen Zihua suddenly took her hand and said loudly: "Okay, I will accompany you to take a look at my Wei Kingdom and my Evergreen Palace." ”

“...... Good!"

This scene in front of the Zijin Hall has been circulated for a long time in the history of the Wei State, many versions, many fabrications, but no matter how time passes and how the rumors evolve, there has never been an emperor in the history of the Wei State who has treated such a small vassal lord from the far south as solemnly as Wen Zihua, and there has never been a woman who has ever been honored by the flowers in front of the palace gate of the Evergreen Palace and the emperor holding hands in the snow. Many years later, some people even said that if there are flowers blooming in the Evergreen Palace under the snow, the woman who can see the flowers bloom will have a lifetime of glory and glory.

When this matter reached the harem, the two county lords of the Xunyang family were naturally overjoyed, after all, they were sisters of the same clan, Yao Jin had to treat each other solemnly, they were sent by Yao Jin personally, and the Evergreen Palace must not be lazy, and the heart that had been worried in the Min King's Mansion was finally put down. And Jiang Yingyue, who was a noble concubine, although she was silent for a long time, still ordered someone to send a delicate hand stove and a white mink cloak to Ringuang Lake first.