Nan Qiao saw Yu Wentai go and return, and looked at him in amazement, not daring to move or speak, and not knowing what he was going to do, he was extremely afraid.

Yuwentai didn't notice Nan Qiao at all, he just strode forward, picked up Yuan Yuying from the ground, and threw a sentence behind him as he walked into the hall, "Come in and serve His Highness to rest." ”

Consciousness was restored from the hazy light again. Uncontrollably difficult to open both eyes. It's like waking up from a dream, and it's so difficult to wake up. But I know clearly that it will be early in the morning. Even if you lie in the bed tent with your eyes closed, you can feel the dawn from the window.

Yuan Yuying felt extremely tired, and struggled between half dreaming and half waking up, but she couldn't wake up completely. Suddenly, I felt a hand caress her forehead and cheek, rough to the touch, but warm and soft. This gentle feeling is a kind of extreme care, but it can also feel a kind of love. She was finally awakened.

I heard a faint noise again. At the same time, the hand was gone. Yuan Yuying blurted out, "Black otter." It turned out that in her dream, she was the most real herself, and she cared about this person the most. Fortunately, she felt the hand firmly gripping her arm again, and at the same time heard a gentle and magnetic voice, "Are you awake?" ”

Yuan Yuying finally opened her eyes. Sure enough, I saw Yu Wentai sitting on the side of her bed looking down at her. His face was hard to see in the darkness. She wanted to get up, but she was tired of being stuck and heavy. He gently pressed her shoulder, still very gently, "Don't get up." ”

The noise outside was louder, and Yu Wentai stood up and said, "I'll go out and have a look, you can rest." As he spoke, he lifted the bed tent, but stopped again, and said to Yuan Yuying with his back, "The princess thinks too much." You are my wife, and I don't care about you. Since I am your husband, I will shelter you from the wind and rain, and I don't want you to bear such a burden and waste your mind. His Royal Highness just rests and waits for the birth of his son. Then he went out and laid down the bed.

Yuan Yuying wanted to say something, but she still didn't say it after all.

At the beginning of the twilight light, the courtyard is filled with the unique smell of the early morning and the coldness of the sun before it rises. As soon as Yu Wentai came out, he heard a clear voice, "Uncle is so early, is he afraid of waking up the eldest princess?" At a glance, I saw that Gao Cheng, who was like a jade tree in the wind, had walked in front of him.

"Brother Cheng?" Yu Wentai exclaimed. Xuan Ji smiled, "Brother Cheng came to me for a drink earlier?" He waved his hand, and the servants who followed Gao Cheng and didn't dare to stop Gao Cheng but were extremely afraid of being punished by him retreated.

Gao Cheng wore hakama very casually, and his hair was neatly tied up but slightly crooked to the side very casually. He seemed to be just an ordinary Chang'an young ranger, not an incumbent official in the court in the capital of the Great Wei Dynasty.

"My brother has come thousands of miles, and my uncle still refuses to call the slave to produce good wine, when will he stay?" Gao Cheng smiled domineeringly. It seems that he traveled thousands of miles just to visit his "uncle". "When will you wait" made Yuwentai feel an inexplicable regret in his heart. When Gao Cheng returns to Luoyang, the contrast between the powerful ministers in the capital and the newly rising Guanlong border generals is afraid to become more and more profound, right? Will there be more days of jokes and jokes like this?

"Since Brother Cheng has come thousands of miles and worked hard, who is it for?" Yu Wentai thought about one thing in his heart, but what he said in his mouth was another. There was no meaning in these words, but Yu Wentai led Gao Cheng to the back garden of the mansion with a calm demeanor.

"Naturally, I came for the country and the city." Gao Cheng also smiled half-truthfully. "Chang'an is all in the hands of my uncle, that king of Nanyang in Taixing is just a puppet on the throne, what do I do and who I see, will my uncle not know?" Gao Cheng's words were light, but how could Yu Wentai not hear that there was a lot of suspicion in his words. One can't help but think of the stabbing the day before yesterday.

Yu Wentai didn't explain, only the corners of his lips were slightly curled, as if he didn't bother to defend himself. The two men sat down at the stone table in the bamboo forest, neither speak, but watched as the servant brought the wine, and bowed back again. Gao Cheng drank a huge amount of wine, staring at Yu Wentai with emerald eyes and said with a smile, "Uncle has such a good wine hidden in his house, which really makes Brother Cheng dare not underestimate it." ”

The sun slowly rises, and the sunlight spills in through the gaps in the bamboo forest, and the original darkness gradually fades into a comfortable gentleness under the strong sunlight. Yuwentai also drank it all, looked at Gao Cheng and smiled indifferently, "Brother Cheng is so beloved by a beauty, he even came to meet him regardless of the long distance, and I don't dare to underestimate it." ”

Listening to Yu Wentai's words, Gao Cheng seemed to be reminded, and only felt a faint pain in the wound on his back shoulder. Compared with the wounds on the battlefield, the injuries he suffered this time could not be regarded as minor injuries. According to the doctor's words, it is not allowed to drink alcohol if you are seriously injured, but for Xianbei men who are accustomed to seeing swords and swords since childhood, they will not take this as a warning.

Seeing Gao Cheng's smile fade away, his expression was in a trance, knowing that his mind was far away. Yu Wentai probed his thoughts, presumably knowing without asking, but he felt a great pain in his heart. The two of them poured wine together, and drank it all at the same time.

"You might as well look at things that are difficult to get along, so why force them? The coming day is long, and it should not be stuck at this time. Gao Cheng quickly looked natural.

Listening to what he said calmly, Yu Wentai blurted out a sigh, "It's because I can't, so I search up and down." Brother Cheng can really let it go and has a sense of Zen. ”

"I should have congratulated my uncle," Gao Cheng poured another look, raised it to his lips and took a few slow sips, playing with the cloud-patterned white jade with the smooth and warm tentacles, and said sourly, "I will reap the benefits of the fisherman without effort in Guanzhong." ”

Gao Cheng's words were clear to the bone, and Yuwentai did not refute it, and silently agreed with Gao Cheng's words. also drank slowly, and then said with a smile, "Guanzhong is already in my hands, what is Brother Cheng's thoughts?" Want to take it? After a pause, he smiled again, "Brother Cheng leads the temple, don't you know that the danger of the gentleman is within the Xiao Wall?" Yu Wentai admitted so clearly and openly, I'm afraid it will only happen when facing Gao Cheng alone.

"If someone asks for help, what should my uncle do?" Gao Cheng asked with a smile.

"Brother Cheng, do you regret letting me go back to Guanzhong in the first place?" Yuwentai also stared at Gao Cheng and asked.

Neither of them answered the other's questions, but they both drank it all again.

The world is unpredictable. Even if the future is expected, what will happen when it really comes to the present? When things are changing rapidly, how can the enmity and enmity in the meantime be borne by themselves? But no one will give up on themselves because of this, and everything can only conform to the will of heaven.

The east wind is deserted, and the poplar catkins are like snow, urging them to leave the sorrow.

It seems that overnight, Chang'an City will be full of fluffs. These days in Chaoyun Station are very quiet, as if even the travelers who come and go in the morning and twilight are gone. In the past few days, Gao Cheng and Xiao Qiongju have not met. Maybe they all know in their hearts that parting is always at hand.

Chen Yuankang and Cui Jishu have already taken care of everything and asked Gao Cheng to help. Gao Cheng had already allowed it, but he just wanted to say goodbye to Xiao Qiongju when he left Chang'an. After all, one south and one north, maybe in the future, there will be different sides of the sky. Although he didn't have a lot of sorrow in his heart, the shallow regret could not be dissipated in a moment.

Even if the heart has flown back to Luoyang, there is always nostalgia in Chang'an.

Walking through the corridor, I already heard the sound of music coming from Yunmengtai. Low, soft, and lingering, it reminded him of the scene when Jiankang and Xiao Qiongju met for the first time. I vaguely remember that it was the same music, as beautiful but vague as this person. What made his memory even more profound was Yang Shunhua's cold sword against his heart.

Gao Cheng didn't have to think much about it, he was already in a very familiar position towards Yunmengtai. The music gradually changes, bright and clear, as if I have seen the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River in mid-spring. Then I heard Xiao Qiongju's crisp singing, just like her frank and unobstructed personality.

"The flowers are full of variegated colors. Shu Fangyao is green and light yin. Join hands to dance in the heart of spring. Dancing spring heart, approaching the end of the year. The middle people look forward to it, and hesitate alone. ”

First raised and then suppressed, the long-minded expectation and the fantasy and joy hidden in the heart in the spring garden finally came to naught. In the end, only one person was left, looking out of reach.

The singing voice went from high to low, and when Gao Cheng walked through the corridor and walked not far from Yunmengtai, his eyes lit up. Under the Yunmeng stage, I haven't seen it for a few days, and the snow-white pear blossoms are in full bloom like clouds, covering the sky in a corner of Chaoyunyi. There is only one slender man in green under the pear blossoms, that is, Xiao Qiongju, the princess of Liyang of Liang Kingdom, but she covers her face with a golden mask and does not know what she means.

Then the music began again. Clear and cheerful as a shallow mountain stream. After a long period of blandness, it gradually became high-pitched, ushering in the most peaceful prosperity and grandeur. With the music, Xiao Qiongju danced. From one person's self-satisfaction, Gu Ying's self-pity to several white-clothed dancing girls descending from the sky to hold the moon to their stars.

It's a story.

The girl in green went from ignorance to her heart, and finally became one with the people she knew. was originally weak and lingering, Gao Cheng was surprised that she could also be hard and persistent. He had already remembered that this was the "Mingjun Dance". When Xiao Qiongju was dancing to his heart's content, what he saw was that Ming Jun and Emperor Yuan knew each other and promised each other.

But dreams are always fragile.

When the music gradually becomes low and flat, it is the entanglement after lingering and the inseparable two hearts like a mess. Maybe the emperor is always like this, he has too many worries in his heart, which is more important? Or is there really no choice but to give up and protect yourself?

Gao Cheng looked at the many related and irrelevant people in the story, and he couldn't hold Mingjun anymore, and Mingjun was walking away alone. Although there is infinite nostalgia, there is no retrospective feeling, and he resolutely left Zitai and went to the desert, I don't know if it was heartbroken and forgetful.

He stopped at a distance that was neither far nor close, standing still and watching the dance, but there were no waves in his heart. Ask yourself, if he was Emperor Yuan, would he be desperate to keep Mingjun? And did Emperor Yuan in the story regret it after Mingjun left? Did you end up depressed because of the loss of a loved one? Every dusk that is far away, do people on all sides of the sky regret the frustration and loneliness that they did not have at the beginning?

The pear blossoms are like snow, and the prosperity in the loneliness is gone. Mingjun dances alone between heaven and earth, only dancing for the sake of dancing. No matter how many people around her are, it has nothing to do with her. The uncivilized Xiongnu only had their own world, and perhaps they had never really seen the world of Mingjun. He didn't want to get her, and getting it had nothing to do with her itself, but just for his opponent, Emperor Yuan.

Ming Jun went away in the entanglement with the Xiongnu Shan Yu until he disappeared.

The princess of the Southern Dynasty after the golden mask disappeared into the pear blossom bushes.

I don't know how long later, Gao Cheng suddenly found that he was the only one left under Yunmeng's stage. The petals of the pear blossom fell to the ground as if nothing had happened. His emerald eyes looked at Yunmengtai from afar, and the doors and windows were closed as if no one was there. This is the farewell, everything comes with the wind, and everything goes away with nature. He had a feeling in his heart that this was not a simple goodbye, but a clear separation. It was as if he had received some kind of hint, but it was too vague for him to understand the true meaning for a while.

Gao Cheng turned around and walked towards Gao Tangguan. Step into the corridor and walk slowly step by step. He has no intention of staying in Chang'an, and all he thinks about at this time is Luoyang. Chang'an is a foregone conclusion, and although there is no sword battle in Luoyang's court, it is more thrilling than Chang'an.

Thinking of this, Gao Cheng was in high spirits and strode towards Gaotang without any nostalgia.

It's time to go back to Luoyang.