At the same time.

Taiji Palace, in front of the Lizheng Palace.

Li Zhi looked at the big characters at the door of the Lizheng Palace, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned his head and walked towards the Taiji Palace.

"Lord?"

Qinghe looked at Li Zhi like this, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and while keeping up, he also called in a low voice: "Lord? ”

“……”

Li Zhi didn't speak, still silent.

"Lord!"

Qinghe screamed again with some uneasiness, but Li Zhi was still silent.

A moment later.

Mei Niang, who was sitting in the center of the Lizheng Palace, suddenly saw a small attendant rushing in.

Stunned, she sat up straight and looked at the waiter: "What's the matter?" ”

The waiter just made a salute, and then held the thing in front of Mei Niang and asked her to read it.

Mei Niang frowned slightly and glanced at Yuming standing on the side. Yuming understood, immediately stepped forward, took the thing and turned around to give it to Mei Niang.

It is only a box.

Raising her eyebrows, Mei Niang reached out and opened the box, but it was a brocade. Some of them were familiar, but she couldn't remember them...... Where the hell have you seen it......

"Huh? Such a delicate embroidered handkerchief is rare! And it also embroidered the name of the mother...... It seems to be a special gift prepared by the Lord! Yuming smiled.

Mei Niang's heart suddenly moved, glanced at the name, and suddenly remembered: This is ...... That day. In the eleventh year of Zhenguan, that cold winter, the day she entered the palace......

The day she first met him. At that time, he was still a child, in fact, she was too. But she's older than him, so she can always be braver than him. So......

In this way, in the freezing ground, he jumped into the cold lake and saved him, a young man who only wanted to pluck a lotus flower for his mother.

She still remembered him, at that time, he was thin and small, as weak as a delicate flower that could not be raised, a delicate flower that would fall when the wind blew. She had never seen such a teenager before.

Before she met him, the teenagers she came into contact with were always tough and confident - in fact, he was, and later she found out that he was also a tough and confident teenager. It's just that it's not like the teenagers she knew before, flamboyant and wanton.

He always lived with care. As if he was too presumptuous, he would let the people around him leave him, and he was careful to live, although in her opinion...... No, it should be said that in the eyes of the entire Tang Dynasty at that time, he was the most capitalized and the most unrestrained teenager.

But he just lives extra careful, extra careful, and extra attentive.

Mei Niang's gaze softened slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

At this moment, another waiter held another box, walked in quickly, and saluted Mei Niang, also without saying a word, only holding the box high above his head.

Mei Niang looked at the box and called Yuru for a long time.

Yuru responded yes, and immediately stepped forward quickly and took the box.

The box was held in front of Mei Niang, but she didn't open it immediately, until Yuru called Niangniang suspiciously, she suddenly came back to her senses, reached out and took the box with a slight trembling, and held it in the palm of her hand-

This box is all too familiar to her. I opened it, and sure enough...... Full of ground, there is a whole box of vermilion fruits, but they are wolfberries.

She pursed her lower lip slightly, but didn't speak, just silently grabbed one and chewed it in her mouth...... It's just that in the eye sockets, there is already a slight sourness, and some redness.

It's sweet, it's bitter, and there's a slight strange sourness. But...... But she felt that the taste was so good that no kind of rare fruit could compare.

The more I chewed, the more sour I felt in my eyes, and even some dampness, which had slowly filled the eyes, so I hurriedly turned my head and wiped my eyes slightly, but I heard Minghe whisper: "Niangniang...... Here comes another ......"

She took a deep breath and turned her head to look at the other attendant who was kneeling at some point, and the other box that he had held high above his head.

Gritting her teeth, she looked at Minghe: "Go." ”

Ming He Ying claimed that it was, and immediately went down the steps, hurried to the little waiter, took the box in his hand, and turned to Mei Niang: "Niangniang." ”

Mei Niang was just silent, looking at the box that was much larger and looked heavier for a long time, before she raised her hand and opened the box—two old chess urns were quietly placed in the box.

They were old, but they weren't broken in the slightest, as if time had stood still the moment they were stored in the box. opened the chess urn, and the chess pieces inside were also as moist as jade, as if just yesterday, they were still the two that belonged to her Wu Zhao and his Li Zhi......

No, it belongs to Sister Wu, and the hand of the young slave is pinched in the palm of the hand for fun.

This time, she bit her lower lip hard, reminding herself not to shed tears.

She is now the queen.

His queen.

She took a deep breath and was about to speak, when she saw a little waiter, holding a box, rushing into the inner sanctum. Suddenly, she was looking forward to it - this time, what would it be?

When she opened the box, something she had never imagined appeared in front of her eyes—it was a painting fan. Although she couldn't remember when and where she had drawn such a fan, the brushstrokes and the inscriptions on it were all familiar, and they told her clearly everywhere—

It's something she paints and paints with her own hands.

Holding the carefully trimmed painting fan inlaid with gold and jade, she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time, just thinking about one thing blankly: when did she actually depict this fan? And why, she can't remember the past of this painting fan?

Just when she was in a trance, one after another the attendants rushed in one after another, and everyone hugged or lifted the box in their hands in groups of two or three.

She looked at it in a daze for a long time, got up slowly, held the fan in her hand, and slowly walked to the little attendants.

This time, without her help, the little attendants opened the box one by one:

re-embroidered hand cages with flowers and poems; several strands of green silk wrapped in gold wire; an eight-treasure box in which she once packed a small snack with her own hands to thank him for giving him paper and copying the friendship of history; a thin note full of her small print; A little bit was originally a plum blossom that she had pasted between her eyebrows......

Everything, everything, seemed to unfold this dreamlike twenty-one years slowly, picturesquely, and asked her from the bottom of her heart:

Do you really, still blame him?

Do you really resent him?

Do you really blame him?

Mei Niang's heart was unsettled, but she still held back her tears.

But when he saw the contents of the last box, he instantly burst the embankment:

It was a branch of flowers and a suit of clothes.

One branch also brought two or three peach blossom branches with dried flowers that could not be removed, and a set of bright red phoenix feathers and robes with golden brilliance were pressed underneath.

Is that......

The peach blossom branch he once held, and the red dance dress she once wore.

In an instant, she choked up. In the next moment, he was gently but firmly embraced into a warm and wide embrace. A pair of warm hands gently wiped away her tears......

A pair of eyes as bright as the starry sky on a snowy night, like the tide of spring water, looked into her eyes.

Aggrieved like a little girl, she looked at him with sobs for a while, and then suddenly she held the peach blossom branch in her hand, threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms around his back and refused to let go and cry loudly.

It seems that he wants to cry out all the heartache and grievances in the past few days - in the warmest and most reliable embrace in the world, crying happily.