There has never been room for sand in his eyes, and Chen Jinghao, a child, has always made him so uneasy since he appeared.

Since he can't use it for himself, then he must die.

And that princess......

Alain recalled the scene when he first met Chen Jingrui.

"Looking at the sun and the moon, I think about it, the clouds of the road are far away, and the clouds can come?"

She didn't know much about it, but she remembered it all the time.

It was the poem she used to recite to him when he traveled far away to say goodbye to her in her dream.

In the dream, he couldn't distinguish his face, behind him was overwhelming darkness, and the only double star-like eyes fell into the depths of her mind, and every time she thought of it, her heart would be flooded with joy. But she was still awake, it was just a dream, a dream that would turn into nothingness at the lift of her eyelids.

The night banquet in the palace was her first meeting with him, and it may be a catastrophe in her life. He overlapped with the sparkling eyes of her dreams, and the two clusters of fire were directly involved in her heart, menacing, not giving people a chance to struggle, and they were bound to burn a hole in her heart.

She hid behind the tree, looked at it from a distance, and saw that the familiar young man's face was like a crown of jade, with a slow belt and a light fur, and his waist was as straight as a Zhilan jade tree.

She looked at him in a daze, but she didn't notice him leaving in a hurry.

"Little girl?" A clear voice suddenly sounded in her ears, which frightened her to kneel down immediately and kowtow again and again.

"Hey, you get up."

She bit her lip secretly, cautiously raised her eyes, and looked in front of her eyes through her forehead.

It's him!

In the twilight of spring night, the breeze was gentle, blowing the young man's wide white robe in the wind, handsome as a god, a pair of slightly upturned eyes with the moonlight, in the deep twilight spread out a gorgeous scroll, as she saw in her dream, but too clear.

She lowered her eyes unnaturally, her fingertips tightly twisting her cuffs, trying to calm her heart.

"Are the people in the palace so boring?" The young man kicked the stone at his feet and said in a rough voice, "Don't kneel, get up, I'm not an official yet!" ”

She stood up as she was told, but her head still hung down, staring at her toes in silence.

After being silent for a long time, she could only hear the sound of the wind rolling the falling flowers, and when she raised her eyes helplessly, she saw him sitting down next to the begonia tree, carrying a pot of stolen wine, and drinking a petal of begonia in his mouth. He drank the wine, turned his head sideways and bent his eyes at her, and melted into the moonlight, "It's right to raise your head, what a pretty little girl." ”

She thought that she could no longer look at him, even if she looked at him again, afraid that the heat in her eyes would be difficult to hide, and even scare him away. So it was the first impulse in her life, and she turned around without saying hello and trotted away, and she could faintly hear him wondering behind him in the night wind.

I don't know where to run to the palace, she just gasped and stopped, looked around in a panic, and saw that no one dared to cover her heart, desperately trying to press the heart that was beating too fiercely in her chest. She was a little annoyed by the impulse just now, she must have left a bad impression on him, right?

She pulled her lips, what if it wasn't good? He and her, I'm afraid there is no possibility of meeting again?

She sat down, curled up, hid the humble and unspeakable thought in her heart, and thought of him in her dreams.

In the dream, he faced her by the river, and she recited the only verse she could make.

When she raised her eyes again, she couldn't see the boundless mountains and rivers, but she could only see the breeze in his sleeves, and the sun and moon in his eyes.

She never saw him again in the days that followed.

The time in the palace is lonely and tedious, and the only thing that is commendable is that the palace ladies often mention him.

"When I went to serve tea to the emperor today, I saw Prince Chen Jinghao again, he seems to have made a great contribution! Alas, what a handsome look! He has already become a general at a young age, and it must be a blessing that a girl can marry him, which must be a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes......"

Her hand pruning the branches and leaves paused, and her fingertips accidentally dug into her palms, and she didn't react until she saw the petals bloom red, and she stared at the blood-colored petals in a daze, and her thoughts were surging.

Chen Jinghao, General Chen, she nodded secretly, the girl who can marry him must have gone through several lifetimes.

She had never mentioned the person in her dreams to anyone, and she lived carefully in this dreary and cold court with this humble and unspeakable thought. Every time she looked at the expressionless faces in the palace as if she had lost her soul, she thought of the young man in her dream, remembered his clear eyebrows and eyes, and a slight pain in her heart, and then she could clearly realize that she was still alive.

In the dream, he went to the border, and she saw him off.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and snow, but the boundless spring color stopped under his eyes.

He stretched out his hand to her from afar, and lay a bend of moonlight in his outstretched palm.

Now this dream has finally become a reality.

It's just a short time together.

But what makes her happy is that she doesn't have to go to the palace.

On the way to Thang Long Mansion, news came that the Song army had invaded from the sea and was approaching Thang Long Mansion.

When he found out, he immediately sent someone to catch up with her and escort her to Hai Duong to escape the war.

A young man dressed in black with a hat rode a white horse and stood quietly under an old tree. The rain blew all night, the petals trembled and stuck to the branches, and the crystal water droplets lined the petals more and more delicately, sliding back and forth along the lines, falling, and knocking out the sound of Qing Lingling on the young man's hat. The clear wind of the mountain stream blew, carrying a faint fragrance, blowing through the crumbling flowers on the branches, and falling on his shoulders.

The boy sat on the horse, did not pat the fallen flowers off his shoulders, and grasped the reins of the horse with his bony hands, and silently looked at Alain.

Through the hat, Alain could only see his eyes clearly. When that pair of eyes looked at Alain, they were clearly only a few feet apart, but they seemed to be separated by mountains and rivers, and the wind was thousands of miles. The young man's eyes are not thick ink, but pure black, the sky is misty in the abyss, the rivers and mountains are thousands of miles, if a person falls, it is thousands of feet away.

"Who are you?"

"Xu Qingyan."

"Where did it come from?"

"No comment."

"For what purpose?"

"No comment."

"Where do you live? How old are you? Can there be a match? ”

"No comment. No comment. No comment. ”

The voice of the person who came was cold, with the hoarseness peculiar to young people, unusually beautiful, and she was out of her mind for a long time before she reacted to the young man's words, it seems that this person is unwilling to talk to her more.

Alain didn't look at him again, turned and walked down the mountain.

She had barely taken a few steps when the sound of the horse's hooves followed, frowning, and Alain turned left and right, still following closely behind.

"What are you doing with me?" Alan raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were frivolous smiles, "Didn't you fall in love with the beauty of the master?" ”

The young man didn't seem to understand the ridicule in her words, and whispered, "You are a woman." ”

Alan was surprised, the smile dissipated, and the look in his eyes was a little cold, "You're not afraid that I will kill you?" Say, what is your purpose? ”

The boy spoke unhurriedly, "You won't." I'm just going to follow you. ”