A song that is in tune with the situation makes the imperial concubine smile.

It also pushed the atmosphere of the entire wedding banquet to the most.

The old emperor Lao Huai was appetizing and asked the royal band to compose the music on the spot.

When the melodious court music sounded, the atmosphere in the field instantly reached the most popular realm.

In the sound of silk and bamboo, Lu Heng sat in the lamplight with a smile on his face, thinking deeply.

At this point, he's really drunk!

The lively wedding feast did not disperse until late at night.

sent away the emperor, sent Wu Ningyuan away, and sent away the civil and military officials who came to the mansion as guests.

Lu Heng went back to the house to change into new clothes, took a deep breath, then pushed open the door and walked towards the bride's cave room.

There, seven brides were waiting for themselves.

The night is sultry, huā fragrant Xinning.

In the silver moonlight, Lu Heng smiled, and after stopping at the door for a moment, he pushed open the newlywed room.

In the room, the festive red color is embellished with the newlywed atmosphere.

The dragon and phoenix red candles on the table burned quietly, sprinkling a warm dim yellow light.

Behind the table, on the bed under the red curtain, the bride with a red hijab trembled slightly, and seemed to be cramped and uneasy.

Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, confused.

Why is there only one, and what about six?

Moreover, the one left behind, isn't it a prank of His Majesty?

looked at the anxious bride on the side of the bed, and was speechless.

Father-in-law, what kind of international joke are you playing!

After smiling bitterly. Lu Heng coughed and said softly: "This young lady, you ......"

on the bed. The bride with a red hijab trembles slightly.

In the quietly burning red candles, the atmosphere in the room is strange and ambiguous.

Long. When Lu Heng confirmed in his heart, he seemed to have really gone to the wrong room and was about to turn around and go out.

The bride who sat on the edge of the bed trembled slightly.

"Last year, in this door today, the face of the person is peachy and red. The human face does not know where to go, and the peach huā is still smiling in the spring breeze! ”

A peach huā poem, whispered softly in this boudoir.

The voice was crisp and sweet, but it made Lu Heng, who opened the door, stunned for a moment.

Turn your head. looked at the bride with a shocked expression. Lu Heng opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything.

In the light of the red candle, the bride with the phoenix crown sighed lightly and said faintly: "I haven't seen you for two years, it seems that you really forgot me!" ”

Lu Heng was stunned. Hurriedly waved his hand, "No, I haven't forgotten, I have never forgotten!" ”

When the words came out, Lu Heng no longer hesitated.

After striding over. Stop in front of the bride.

With trembling hands, he grabbed the corner of the hijab.

The red hijab was slowly raised, and layers of beautiful faces that had appeared many times in the dream appeared in front of Lu Heng.

The woman raised her head, looked at Lu Heng with tears in her beautiful eyes, lightly opened her lips, and said in a trembling voice: "Do you really remember me?" ”

Lu Heng's eyes were hot, he stretched out his arms and hugged the woman in his arms.

"Qinglan, long time no see!"

……

Outside the room, several women crouched in the corner, listening to the sounds inside.

When Lu Heng's Qinglan voice came out of the room, Liu Qingqing bit her lip and smiled happily.

Stretching out his fingers, he put his finger on Sakura's lips and made a boo gesture to the sisters.

The six brides, tiptoeing away, slowly left.

……

Outside the courtyard, the night is sultry.

The bright moon, sprinkled with silver brilliance, hid in the shallow clouds at some point.

In the room, the dragon and phoenix candles swayed gently, in the dim and blurred lights.

The pair of lovers who have been separated for a long time quietly embraced each other.

The bed was pulled down, and the red candle was extinguished.

After a while, a crying sound sounded softly in the room.

……

……

In the seventh year of the Great Zhou Qingyuan, April 15.

Luoyang, Tokyo.

At the end of late spring, it is the most splendid season of peach huā.

The peach forest, like a cloud of pink smoke, decorates the whole Luoyang with a romantic and beautiful atmosphere.

In the afternoon, in the city of Luoyang, the most famous royal peach huā garden is in the depths. There were bursts of hearty laughter.

Wu Ningyuan, the old emperor, and Lu Heng.

After a long separation, the three finally sat together again.

In the pavilion, incense is burned and wine is boiled, and the atmosphere is quiet and warm.

The peach huā wind blew, and the two old men had white hair flying, borrowing wine to help the fun, telling about the past.

Raising his hands and feet, he was full of interest and spirit.

Lu Heng, who was slightly drunk, sat on the side, smiling and watching the two tell about the scenery and eventful years of the year.

In the end, the old emperor had treasured the wine for decades and had drunk it all.

The two old men began to slap the table and sing drunk.

Not far away, Zhanxiong and the others looked at the two old men in the pavilion, but they were helpless.

Touched by feelings, he took a deep breath, and when he raised his head, he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

In the end, both old men were drunk and unconscious.

Lu Heng, the only one who remained a little sober, staggered to his feet, beckoned to Zhanxiong and the others, and motioned for them to send the second elder back.

When the people in the pavilion went to the empty building, he was the only one left.

It's sunset, and the sun is blazing.

The breeze blew, and the black hair like ink danced with the wind.

Lu Heng stood in the pavilion with his hands behind his back, watching the sunset in the west, and sighed lightly.

Turning his head, he walked to the stone table, which was full of cold scraps.

Move a place out of your hand and spread out the paper. Picked up the brush that was casually thrown aside, smiled slightly, and dropped the end of the pen.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are full of heroes. Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

……

On the night of April 15 in the seventh year of the Great Zhou Qingyuan.

The gates of Tokyo are quietly opened.

A detachment of cavalry, escorting several wagons out of the city, headed west in the deep darkness of night.

At the head of the city, the old emperor and Wu Ningyuan stood in the wind, their white hair fluttering in the wind.

stared at the carriage heading west for a long time, and was speechless for a long time.

The torches were blazing, and the old emperor's face was resolute.

"What a legend!"

Wu Ningyuan nodded and said softly: "From a bookkeeper to the king of a country." In this way, such an account is really ...... Belch! ”

The old emperor smiled and added, "Excellent! ”

Wu Ningyuan was stunned for a moment, nodded and laughed: "Yes, yes, the best bookkeeper!" ”

……

Ten days later, the steppe.

When the dawn of the morning rises and the sun shines on the earth.

Lu Heng and his entourage have already walked out of the border of the Great Zhou.

Next to the convoy, the generalissimo of the Principality of the Blue Sea, Wang Liye personally led the team to escort it.

The sound of squeaky ruts echoed in the grassland, melodious and long.

Outside the carriage, Ah Gui and Sang Biao gathered around Wang Liye and listened to Wang Liye talk about the affairs of the principality. Ask from time to time, full of interest.

Now, Ah Gui and Yan Yunwei's relatives have all moved to the principality and settled there.

Therefore, when listening to Wang Liye talk about the affairs of the principality, these people who have never been there are full of curiosity and yearning in their hearts.

In the carriage, Liu Qingqing, a newlywed Yan'er, lifted the curtain and glanced out the window. The pretty cheeks were dyed a layer of red.

I don't know if it's the light of the morning glow, or the joy in my heart.

Liu Qingqing smiled lightly and lowered the curtain.

"Sister, what are you looking at?" Lord Qinglan asked curiously.

Liu Qingqing smiled, glanced at Lu Heng shyly, and then looked at Wang Tingzhi, Su Qianqian, and Bai Suyan in the carriage, like a hundred huā blooming version of Yanran smiled.

"It's finally a family!!"

When the woman heard this, she smiled lightly, and after glancing at each other, her eyes were full of joy.

"It's a family from now on! A family that will never be separated! ”

Lu Heng smiled, stretched out his arms, and smiled at the woman in the car.

The seven women bowed their heads shyly and glanced at each other secretly.

"Xianggong!"

A shy voice rang out in unison.

The women smiled shyly and then swarmed up!

……

Cheerful laughter echoed across the grassland.

In the east, the rising sun is vigorous, and it is brilliant in an instant!

…… (To be continued)! ~！