Chapter 59: The Cold Wind Meets

In the spring of the thirty-fourth year of Rongzhi, the text was sent from the south, Mu Changfeng, the seventh son of the king of the south, had reached the age of marriage, and the king of the south authorized the seventh prince to go to the state of Chu to marry the princess of the state of Chu to marry the princess of the state of Chu, as soon as the news came out, the state of Chu was in an uproar, who did not know that the seventh prince was privately released from the palace by Gongsun Qianyu, and later it was also rumored that he saw his body at the border of the state of Chu, otherwise the south would not have attacked the state of Chu for no reason, so many years, there was no news of him, why did it suddenly come out again?

Han Xuan, who was in the deep palace, also heard the news recently, he was surprised and happy, he always thought that he was no longer alive, and he always felt that he had hurt him, but he didn't expect him to be alive, and he was going to come to Chu State, after learning the news, he couldn't sleep in a panic for a few days.

"I don't know how he's doing now, if it's hard outside, can you complain about me?"

It's late at night, the night breeze in spring sends bursts of flowers, Wenqin and Yan Feng have planted a lot of flowers in the courtyard, and they are almost blooming now, Han Xuan and Yan Feng are lying on the roof smelling the fragrance and admiring the moon, there is still the sound of crickets in their ears, blowing the spring breeze, the whole body is very comfortable, but it is a pity that Chu Yun is not there.

Han Xuan didn't know, Yan Feng especially hoped that the person lying next to him at the moment was Wenqin, not him, a man, but unfortunately Wenqin was dominated by Han Xuan, putting all his energy on him, completely ignoring himself, the night he went to Rong'an City to enjoy the fireworks before, he showed her his thoughts, but she didn't give an answer, through the push of the crowd, he took her hand and hugged her waist, and the feeling of first emotion can not be forgotten.

On the day Mu Changfeng arrived in the Chu State, there was no hundred officials to greet him, there was no forbidden road in the city, and there was no personal welcome from the King of Chu, he led the southern country and his envoy into the palace of Chu alone, from the unfamiliar palace gate to the familiar palace steps, step by step, every step is a memory, every step seems to be heavy.

At the end of the palace steps, a man in a green robe stood with his hands in his hands, his hair was slightly curled, he was crowned with five beads, and his belt was a kimono gold bottom, and there was a young man standing next to the stairs of his left hand, with a light blue robe with embroidered edges and narrow sleeves, jade blue boots, and a straight figure.

A trace of surprise flashed in Mu Changfeng's eyes, and he glanced at him more, this person, he was no stranger at all, he almost killed himself with an arrow on the battlefield, and the two had fought many times, how could he forget.

"This person is Changfeng? Why is his eyes so familiar? Seems to have been seen somewhere."

From the second Mu Changfeng stepped on the palace steps, Han Xuan looked at him intently, his slender figure was getting closer and closer, and a knife-like silhouette appeared in front of him, with picturesque sword eyebrows, a high nose bridge, thin lips slightly red, and the clothes on his body made his yang steel more handsome.

Mu Changfeng and Han Xuan passed by, and glanced at him meaningfully, that look made Han Xuan tremble, and stayed in the sun, is he? It's that person, that's right, it's the young marshal Cheng who fought with him several times on the battlefield, especially those eyes, he will never be wrong.

Han Xuan didn't turn around, didn't look back again, his body was so stiff that he couldn't move, why was it? Why? I almost killed him, and I almost never saw him again.

"Han Xuan, what's wrong? Let's go in, Fuyu is looking for you."

Yan Feng saw that Han Xuan had not moved, so he stepped forward to call him away, recalling that eye, even though the spring sun was shining, he couldn't feel a trace of warmth.

Above the palace, Gongsun Yuting and Ouyang Yu greeted Mu Changfeng, hundreds of officials stood on both sides, Mu Changfeng slowly entered, his body was like a strong pine, his steps were as light as the wind, he raised his hand and saluted, calmly and calmly, and stood elegantly, and he was like a person back then.

"Mu Changfeng... The young man in front of him is Mu Changfeng, who Qianyu had to protect when he risked the crime of great rebellion? ”

Ouyang Yu looked at Mu Changfeng from a distance, surprised and relieved, when he was still in Zhilan Palace, he often went to see him, always looking cautious, and a little cowardly to everyone.

"Mu Changfeng has seen the king and queen of Chu"

After Mu Changfeng finished saluting, a pair of eyes turned around the main hall, as if he was a little puzzled, that person was so naughty, he knew that he was coming, why would he come to see it, why didn't he see anyone? Isn't it that you have grown up and know what it is to be reserved?

"Changfeng doesn't need to be polite, it's been hard all the way, this king has asked people to prepare wine and food, you go down to rest first"

After many years, Gongsun Yuting still called him Changfeng, which made Mu Changfeng a little flattered, even his father had never called him so, and when he returned to the south and showed his identity, he was only surprised by a few words of inquiry.

"However, the true face of that talented person is so high that he doesn't need to care about anyone"

Mu Changfeng nodded slightly, and after exiting the main hall, the four palace ladies led the way for him and took him to Qian'an Xuan, and Yan Feng, who had been outside the hall, caught up with him.

"Long Wind"

Yan Feng called Mu Changfeng, and before he could turn around, his fist hit his chest in the wind, Mu Changfeng was stunned for a moment, and then flashed easily, avoiding Yan Feng's punch.

"You're good! Changfeng, it seems that you have worked hard a lot in the past few years."

Fighting a few moves, attacking openly and secretly, rubbing his back over his shoulders, Mu Changfeng coped with it easily, easily without losing his posture, his eyes always had a hint of a smile, I haven't seen him for a few years, Yan Feng has become so active, isn't it broken by someone? Can't wait to meet her.

"You've grown a lot! But marry a beautiful jade and need protection? ”

Mu Changfeng grabbed the wine bag in Yan Feng's arms and ripped it off, and when Yan Feng reacted, the wine bag was already in Mu Changfeng's hand, and he shook the full wine bag proudly, his face was very satisfied.

"Do you think I should play you a copy? Above the court, with good wine, not afraid that your father will know? ”

Mu Changfeng pulled out the stopper, raised his head and drank several sips in one go, wiped his thin lips with his palm, and then threw it to Yan Feng, staring at him with a pair of provocative eyes.

"Don't get drunk with my spring breeze"

Not to be outdone, Yan Feng took the wine bag, drank half of the wine bag in one gulp, the fragrant wine dripped across his face, along his neck and to his chest, Mu Changfeng shook his head and was willing to admit defeat.

"Look, I'm drunk and gone, you have to accompany me to get it"

Yan Feng hugged Mu Changfeng's neck and said as he walked, and the two of them went to the wine cellar with a smile and a smile, leaving four palace ladies who didn't know whether they should go with them.

The moon is like the lake of the Song Pavilion, Han Xuan has stood here for a long time, and has not moved, Fuyu sat in the pavilion and looked at him for a long time, she knows what he thinks now, Mu Changfeng came to Chu this time to marry the princess of Chu State, if it were not for the helplessness of fate, he is still the ninth princess of Chu State, and he can go to Mu Changfeng openly, but now, he is just a man, and his biggest title is only the young marshal of the iron horse.

"Qianyu, what's wrong?"

Fuyu walked to his side and looked at the calm lake with him, the two reflections were so stunning, like a pair of wall figures, sharp and refined, Long Qi was cold, like a fascinated half of the face, which made people want to uncover the mask to find out.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about things, but you, you've been looking bad lately, but you want the female doctors to take a look?"

Han Xuan turned his head and smiled pretending to be nothing, but he saw Fuyu's pale face again, he found that Fuyu had changed a lot recently, and he didn't like to let Gong'e follow, although she had always been like this, but she didn't see anything like now, she didn't bring any of them, Ouyang Yu allocated six Gong'e to her, which was completely enough.

In addition to preferring to stay in the Yueru Song Pavilion more than usual, even Ouyang Yu rarely goes there, except for the daily greetings, is she sick? Han Xuan looked up and down carefully.

"Fuyu, are you fat?"

Han Xuan found that although she was not in good spirits, she had grown a little flesh, her eyes rolled, and she whispered in Fuyu's ear, Fuyu's pale little face suddenly turned red, her eyes dodged, and she lowered her head embarrassedly.

"A thousand words... I can only tell you, Qianyu, you must help me"

Fuyu suddenly held Han Xuan's hand, tears fell down one by one, and her body trembled.

Han Xuan: Fuyu, what's wrong? Just tell me something, don't cry.

Fuyu: I'm so scared, Qianyu, I'm really scared.

Fuyu still kept crying and trembling, and Han Xuan had to hold her hands and tell her very seriously.

Han Xuan: As long as it's Fuyu's business, I'm determined to die and treat it as my own.

Fuyu: Yesterday, I went to Yuchu Palace to ask my father for peace, and I heard outside the door that my father and mother were discussing the marriage of Nanchu, and my father wanted to assign me to Mu Changfeng.

Hanxuan: What...?

Han Xuan took a step back, he hoped that he had heard it wrong, Fuyu was going to marry Nanguo? The person Mu Changfeng wants to marry is actually Fuyu? What should Chu Yun do? The two of them are in love, Fuyu is in love with Chu Yun, isn't it? Why is this happening?

He only felt that his mind was blank, and the words that Fuyu said wrapped around his heart like a tough silk, and he couldn't get rid of it even if he wanted to.

Fuyu: Qianyu, what are your feelings for Mu Changfeng? Childhood sweethearts or do they mean something else?

Han Xuan: Childhood sweethearts? Or is it something else?

He muttered this, what about childhood sweethearts? What if something else? Where can he put his identity? Is it the original princess of Chu State, Gongsun Qianyu? Or is it the sin slave Jing Suxin who died for killing a concubine? Or is it Han Xuan, the young marshal of the iron cavalry who is facing him with his sword on the battlefield? No matter what position you put yourself, you are just a stranger to him after all.

Han Xuan: I'm just a stranger to him, and I don't have any feelings, but I must take Fuyu's matter to heart.

Han Xuan stared at the shadow on the surface of the lake, plain men's clothes, silver mask to cover his face, he was used to this identity, why get rid of it?

Fuyu: Is it just a stranger? Qianyu, you can't hide it from me, you have affection for him, you have been hiding him in your heart, hiding him for so many years, so that you can stay with him?

Fuyu grabbed Han Xuan's hand and put it on her abdomen, determined to let Han Xuan know her determination.