searched for no avail, Ruoyun had to return to Chaolu Palace nervously.

There are many rights and wrongs in the palace, although I don't know the content of this letter, but Ruoyun guesses that there must be a princess's words and phrases that show her heart, if you pick it up, she is afraid that she will have to be right and wrong, and she can't explain it to the princess at this time.

Although she smeared the ointment given by Bai Ze, the wound was not as dense and vivid as before, but she was upset in the silence of the night, Ruoyun felt the slightest pain coming from her knees and palms when she slept for a short time, so she tossed and turned and simply got up, walked to the table and lit the lamp, and wrote and painted.

At first, she was irritable because she couldn't sleep at night and lost her letters, and she couldn't write a sentence with her pen and ink; Wu Meiren's grace ended bleakly for a while, and she painted spring flowers in a scattered manner.

Ruoyun simply threw away the pen, flipped through the boring scrolls on the case, didn't want to get a word into her heart, and saw that the stroke in her mind was full of the situation when he picked up the pen and caught the knife for her that day, and the book in her hand looked like it was full of death.

She smiled bitterly, threw the scroll again, and buried her face in her hands, which hurt her palms and she had to let go.

"I see." Ruoyun muttered to herself, finally sighed, and fell on her stomach.

She forgot everything for three years, and was bullied by her cousin in Chu Mansion, thinking that this was the pain of life, but she didn't want to be more painful but missed, light and tasteless, unnoticed, but there was no way to avoid it, and under the plain and stable appearance, she could suddenly know what the pain of lovesickness was through two or three things.

But what if you know?

Even if she can face Rong Jinhuan's questioning on the spot and tell the truth, can everything be changed?

If you can change it. She must tell her father not to do stupid things as soon as possible, as long as she waits for the crown prince to ascend the throne, Tianyi will usher in a turnaround; If she could change it, she would have left with him without hesitation when he stretched out his hand; If you can change it. She didn't even want to forget about it — if it ended like this in a few years, she would rather take a gamble and get it right.

It's a pity where did it come from......

Now, she doesn't even know where Cheng Qingxuan is or what he does, let alone whether he really hates herself, she is not even as good as a cowardly princess, and in the end she can't see herself clearly and doesn't dare to look at it. By the time she saw it was too late.

Seeing Rong Yuyun take out the letter, she must be envious and jealous, envious that she can be brave for love. jealous that she had never married......

Ruoyun sighed heavily, although she was extremely sad, her mood was much better than before, and she sighed that she had today. will be like a little girl. Concubines who will fight like the harem/palace will generally envy and envy others......

Ruoyun re-spread the paper, dipped the ink and licked the pen, followed what she thought in her heart, and then went to the courtyard with the paper that had not dried the ink, and then lay down on her back with her sleeves slightly swept the couch.

After all, she is just an ordinary woman who can't be ordinary anymore, so it is not inappropriate for her to be in such a situation.

The palace lights have been dimmed for a long time. The lotus in the pond has bloomed, and the fragrance is faint, and she lies on her back and looks at the starry sky. I remember when I was a child, my mother once told her that the stars in the sky were all turned into old people, and now she looks at the sky, but she can't find her father's star position.

The cool breeze and the sound of insects chirping, she now misses her father, the carefree days, and the red maple forest holding her hand and teaching her to play the piano.

Ruoyun's thoughts are deep, and she only sighs after a hundred turns of her intestines, and when sleepiness hits, she closes her eyes and falls asleep.

The flaming birds flew in the drizzle, circled through the thick mist, and swooped down after a steep spot, and landed on the carved jade fence with a chirp.

The night was deep, the dew was heavy, and a man stood on the pavilion, facing the distant mountain drizzle, attracted by this bird's call, he suddenly looked back, and stretched out his hand to the palm of his hand.

The red bird fluttered its wings and landed in the palm of his hand, shaking off a raindrop, and a piece of oilcloth was tied to his tiny leg.

He gently unwound the servant with a dark robe and a delicate face behind him, and bowed down to him, "Lord, the ship is ready." ”

"Hmm." Cheng Qingxuan responded lightly, and when he opened the note, he saw that there was another piece of white silk wrapped in the oilcloth, and there was no word on the front and back except for the dark place wet by the rain.

He was silent for a moment, took out a bottle of medicinal powder from his sleeve, and sprinkled it on the white paper, and after a short time, neat and very small handwriting gradually appeared on it, and the end was impressively covered with the seal of Huaiwangfu.

He read silently without changing the color, but after turning the silk cloth over, the font on his head was wild and free, and the unstamped seal was habitually clicked two points, as if the person who wrote was very impatient.

He was in vain, Huai Xuanmo reported all the important things to him, but Bai Ze only cared about when Qingsu would return to Beijing and when someone would be able to divide his affairs, and he didn't forget to write that Su Ruoyun was punished, and he Cheng Qingxuan didn't care about it, so he didn't care about Bai Ze.

He sighed to himself, looking at the smoke in the darkness, the chandelier on the top flickering in the wind.

"When will you leave?" The servant knelt for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak when he looked at his long figure.

"What? I'm afraid that after leaving Fusu for a long time this time, the elder will have trouble again? Cheng Qingxuan's eyes turned slightly, this question Cheng Qingwen also asked, and it also caused many people to be uneasy.

The attendant hurriedly bowed his head and was silent.

Cheng Qingxuan's face turned cold, and he turned around and said, "They don't dare." ”

"Yes." The attendant replied respectfully, "My subordinates will go and prepare." ”

"Not busy." Cheng Qingxuan spoke out to stop him from leaving, and ordered, "Let Xia Zhuyue wait for another month or two, and this time go upstream first and pass through Fengzhou." ”

"Lord?" The attendant looked surprised, but when he saw that his face was gloomy, he had to nod his head in obedience.

When he hurried down the pavilion, Cheng Qingxuan slowly paced the pavilion, and after a while, he came out with a note, wrapped it in thin and densely woven oil silk as usual, called the cardinal to tie it to its paws, and put down a plate of food.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the cardinal immediately moved to the side of the saucer, pecking and stretching its wings.

Cheng Qingxuan stretched out his hand to caress it, and the wet and sticky feathers gradually dried under the temperature of his palm.

The rain gradually stopped, and with a bird's song, the cardinals quickly disappeared into the night.

Cheng Qingxuan sighed, stretched out his hand and twisted his eyebrows, a touch of sadness in his eyes was fleeting, and his eyes that looked at the void were covered with indifference that could not be dispersed.

Ruoyun didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and when she really fell asleep, she couldn't stop dreaming.

Although the dream was chaotic but heavy, he had sat with her in clothes and accompanied her into a dream, she clearly felt that she could reach him, reached out to touch the side of the bed, neither smiled nor reached the warmth, she was depressed repeatedly, but she felt that the cold around her body was no longer, and even accompanied by warmth, she slept steadily.

knew that the birds were chirping and scattering outside the window, but she subconsciously felt that only in her dreams could she sit back and relax, and she was reluctant to get up.

She woke up twice, always feeling that something was wrong, frowned and sat up, but saw that she was not sleeping on the couch in the courtyard, but sleeping on the bed in the inner bed, covered with the coat she had been wearing.

When she turned her head, she saw a bright yellow figure blocking the hall, so that she could not look directly at the window lattice, but at first glance it was more dazzling than the daylight.

Looking at it again, Xiaohong stood in the corner of the inner bed in a regular manner, silent as a cicada, and hurriedly glanced at her when she woke up.

Ruoyun finally woke up in fright, hurriedly slid off the bed and knelt on the ground, endured the pain in her knees and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, ......"

Rong Jinhuan was not wearing the emperor's formal clothes, but a simple dark white silk shirt, wearing a bright yellow gauze coat, part of his hair was tied up in the jade crown, and the rest were scattered at will, leaning in the chair and half-squinting, as if he was afraid of the heat and fanning the folding fan, seeing her calling, he sat up straight, hooked a smile and said: "Awake?" ”

Ruoyun saw his handsome and majestic face, recalled Rong Jinhuan's questioning of himself, recalled his lost eyes, and remembered that he was angry because of Wu Meiren, and couldn't help but feel cold: He came here at this moment, isn't he in a bad mood and wants to ask her for sin?

She thought about it, and hurriedly bowed her head and kowtowed: "I don't know that the emperor is in charge, and the concubines deserve to die." ”

Rong Jinhuan got up and wanted to approach, but when she woke up, she was so respectful and shrunk, and the steps she took were forcibly retracted, staring at the top of her hair for a long time, before he sighed, looked away and said, "It seems that I scared you yesterday." ”

Ruoyun was stunned when she heard this, and when she looked up, she saw him looking at the screen in the inner room with a little melancholy, and suddenly she didn't know why, so she hurriedly looked at Xiaohong in the courtyard, and then at the bed.

Seeing this, Xiaohong hurriedly shook her head, glanced at Rong Jinhuan again, and compared the action of sleeping.

Ruoyun suddenly felt that her hairs were countdown, she didn't bring them in for Xiaohong, and the emperor came when Xiaohong and them didn't get up, it was Rong Jinhuan who moved her into the house? And he's been there for at least half a day!

Ruoyun's face turned pale, looking at Rong Jinhuan's gloomy expression, she almost subconsciously wanted to stand up and run out of the door.

"Let's have breakfast when we wake up." Rong Jinhuan suddenly turned around as if he knew her gaze, but glanced at Xiaohong.

Xiaohong hurriedly smiled and saluted: "The slave will pass it on." ”

Ruoyun's face sank little by little as Xiaohong left, and then looked at Rong Jinhuan, he had already stepped forward to help her up, paced to the table again, and beckoned to her.

Ruoyun sat slowly in the farthest position from him, her mind was chaotic, and she didn't understand why he was hot and cold.

She didn't say anything, Rong Jinhuan didn't say anything, swept away the previous imperial majesty, sat casually, and shook the folding fan, like a suave son.

Xiaohong brought someone over with breakfast, Ruoyun had already sat upright in a cold sweat, but Rong Jinhuan waved her hand, and Xiaohong had to retire in her expectant gaze.

Ruoyun had no choice but to take a spoon and slowly draw an arc in the porridge bowl, maybe she didn't eat much yesterday, but now she is really hungry when she smells the porridge.

Rong Jinhuan saw that her guard was obviously on her face, smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "You are so afraid of me now, you are actually to blame." He let out a long sigh.

Ruoyun buried her head in eating porridge, Rong Jinhuan's eyes turned around on her but suddenly turned cold, looked at her hanging left hand, and suddenly asked, "How did the injury on the hand come about?" (To be continued......)