Zhao Mengyao, dressed in a white shirt, appeared in the study. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The study room was as warm as spring, the smoke curled on the incense burner, Zhao Mengyao looked at the familiar setting, and a faint warmth floated in her heart, but compared with the hustle and bustle of the past, the person on the soft chair was not there at this time.

March is approaching, but it's time for her to leave, I don't know if Li Xiang has already forgotten the date, or deliberately didn't mention it, in short, she had to leave. It's just that there is a trace of reluctance in my heart. Her mother once told her that when you think of a man all the time, then you are in love with him.

Zhao Mengyao sighed in her heart, perhaps, in these days, Li Xiang's handsome face often appeared in her mind, compared to a Mongolian man, his figure is indeed not strong enough, but he is more attractive than a Mongolian man, and she also misses the time when the two of them were in the dark cell, although Li Xiang has a sense of forcing her verbally. And in this study room full of bookish atmosphere, Li Xiang sat on a soft chair and often held a novel and ridiculed her verbally.

By the way, Li Xiang is still a very special and mysterious person, such as opening a restaurant, running a publishing house, and a printing house, everything deeply attracts this proud woman of the sky, making her not want to leave here. Because she's used to everything here!

A touch of tenderness flashed in Zhao Mengyao's eyes, she moved her steps to the soft chair, and gently shook the soft chair, the soft chair moved nervously, Zhao Mengyao smiled lightly, as if she saw Li Xiang sitting on the soft chair and shaking.

Zhao Mengyao walked to the desk again, sat on the chair of the Taishi where Li Xiang usually handles government affairs, stroked the rice paper on the table, and there were various novels that Li Xiang often carried in his hand next to him, seeing the blue-skinned novel, Zhao Mengyao couldn't help but think of the strange question he asked last time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Rubbing the rice paper on the table with her right hand, Zhao Mengyao decided that she was not going to say goodbye to Li Xiang in person in a few days, she was going to leave secretly, so as not to increase her sadness, but I am afraid that the two will never see each other again in the future, or maybe they will meet on the battlefield, thinking of this, Zhao Mengyao felt a pain in her heart. In a distraction, her right hand accidentally stroked a pile of rice paper to the ground, and Zhao Mengyao hurriedly squatted down to pick it up.

Fortunately, the ground was clean and there was no stolen goods, Zhao Mengyao picked up the rice paper scattered on the ground, blew it again, and rearranged it and put it on the table. The earlier sequence had long since been disrupted, and the first page of the rearranged paper had been replaced by a piece of paper with black lettering instead of the blank sheet of paper it had just been written.

Zhao Mengyao sat on the chair, supported her cheek with her right hand, and picked up the soft paper full of fonts on the first page with her left hand and read it carefully. The festive season is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn kitchen, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrating. After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao is not at ease, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Zhao Mengyao read it carefully, although she didn't understand the meaning of it, she felt that there was a sense of lovesickness in it. Shaking his head, he looked at the second page again, and the second page was still a poem: red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, and willows on the spring palace wall of the city. The east wind is evil, the joy is thin, and I am sad and have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and silky. The peach blossoms fall, the idle pond pavilion, although the mountain league is there, the brocade book is difficult to support. Mo, Mo, Mo!

If there is a faint sense of lovesickness in the first poem, then in this poem, Zhao Mengyao feels the sadness in it, but it is a little strange, Li Xiang usually talks and laughs funny, how can he write some such sad words!

Zhao Mengyao scratched her head, stopped thinking, and began to open the third page again, but the third page was neither a poem nor a word, but a letterhead, Zhao Mengyao was curious, and gently unfolded.

However, then, Zhao Mengyao's face changed greatly, and she almost fainted, with a look of disbelief in her eyes, and muttered in her mouth: "How is it possible, how is it possible?" "It's just black and white, and there is a big seal printed underneath, how can it be fake!

Zhao Mengyao's body was slumped on the chair, as if she had no strength, and a sense of dazedness floated in her heart, and her eyes looked at the letterhead on the table blankly.

After a long time, there was a noise outside, Zhao Mengyao came back to her senses, quickly wiped the tears that had fallen on her face at some point, put the letterhead on the table back in its place, and hurriedly walked out.

The sky gradually darkened, and a silver moon crept up the night sky, revealing a charming smile, selflessly dedicating her glory to the world, and the eternal moonlight illuminated the hearts of the world. It's just that no matter how shiny the moonlight is, it can't illuminate Zhao Mengyao's sad heart at this time.

Zhao Mengyao sat on the bed with her knees crossed, staring at the night sky outside the window, there were no candles in the room, only the cold moonlight outside the window reflected her sad face. At this time, there was a noise in the courtyard, Zhao Mengyao's expression moved, knowing that it was Li Ying who came back, I am afraid that he had drunk a lot of wine, thinking of wine, he couldn't help but recall the two of them in the prison cell, but it has become a memory, destined to disappear in the long river of time with the passage of time.

I thought I could leave silently, but I didn't want to make up my mind, if the Great Song Dynasty had a character like Li Xiang, I was afraid that the empire would be in danger, she knew that the empire was not as powerful as it looked, if the Great Song Dynasty had powerful weapons and a developed economy, the empire would end sooner or later, she didn't know how to face her mother who was looking forward to it at home, maybe, maybe......

A faint hideous color appeared on Zhao Mengyao's heroic face, and she turned over and picked up a dagger from the pillow and carefully received it in her sleeve.

In the wing room, Huan'er struggled to help Li Xiang, who had forgotten his surname, to the bed, gasped a few breaths of aroma, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and saw that Li Xiang lying on the bed had red ears and red ears, and his mouth kept shouting hot, and he reached out and touched his forehead, which was very hot, beautiful and frowned, and hurriedly took a towel, folded it together after placing it with cold water, and gently covered Li Xiang's forehead.

"Childe!"

Calling softly, making sure that Li Xiang was really drunk, Huan'er was a little embarrassed, hesitated, gritted his teeth, took off his coat for Li Xiang, and then looked at the sleeping Li Xiang for a while, I don't know why, two red clouds floated on the beautiful pretty face, and the weak body trembled and leaned down, and the light lips gently touched Li Xiang's hot face.

As the night deepened, the noisy backyard of the yamen gradually calmed down, and only the guards who patrolled at night were still moving.

Zhao Mengyao opened the door gently, carefully avoided the patrolling guards, flashed into Li Xiang's room without making a sound, and then turned around and plugged the door shut. As soon as she entered the room, Zhao Mengyao saw Li Xiang, who was sleeping on the bed like a dead pig, a faint obsession flashed in her eyes, and then she was replaced by pain, and finally decisively, she moved the lotus to the bed, and saw Li Xiang lying on the bed, her face flushed, and she still muttered to herself: hot.

Zhao Mengyao took a sip, she deserved it, she knew that she was drinking shallowly, and she was pretending to be a hero, who was to blame! But seeing that Li Xiang kept shouting hot in his mouth, he couldn't bear to see him uncomfortable anymore, lifted the towel covering Li Xiang's forehead, and put it on Li Xiang's forehead with cold water again. Sure enough, Li Xiang stopped shouting heat, and Zhao Mengyao secretly said in her heart, you can go, before I die, I can fulfill your wish. (To be continued.) )