The sky of September, the season of early autumn, the cool wind, the cold heart, the lonely person.

Gongsun Jiuye looked at the people standing in the pavilion looking into the distance from afar, looking at her lonely back, and he felt inexplicably painful. She seems to be strong but lonely, but she also lives a casual life, she is not smart, but she is also resilient enough. She's not pretty, but she has a kind heart.

Those deep eyes were full of spoiling, and such a feeling could only be experienced when dealing with the queen. Why is it rushing to my heart again now?

Before she knew it, he had walked behind her. Qian Zimo turned around and raised his head to meet his gaze. Although there was no expression on his face, which was as dry and cracked as the bark of an old tree, his heart had already rolled like a wave.

Damn it! What do you do when you're that tall? At this moment, Qianzimo couldn't wait to dip the soles of his shoes with a twenty-centimeter heel. I also hate myself for being short! Of course! I hate the person in front of me even more for growing taller! Because, when she wants to look at him when she stands, she has to tilt her head, which really makes her very tired!

The breeze blew in waves, and the two were relatively silent with each other. For a long time, Gongsun Jiuye couldn't help it.

"Listen to worry-free, you are looking for this king."

Qian Zimo nodded.

"How do you want to spend your twenty-eighth birthday?" When the words fell, Qian Zimo couldn't wait to slap himself! That's not what she wanted to ask.

"Birthday?" Gongsun Jiuye raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly. Birthday? Since he was fostered at the age of five to the knee of Yang Guifei, he has never been there, not because his mother didn't give it to him, but because his father didn't allow it.

"That's right. Haven't you ever been before? Qian Zimo asked in surprise.

Gongsun Jiuye nodded, hummed lightly, and then smiled evilly: "Didn't you tell you that he and I were born on the same day?"

"Huh?" Qian Zimo was surprised, he really didn't say anything.

Looking at Qianzi Mo's appearance, you know that Gongsun Wuwu definitely didn't say it. Anyway, she knows now that it's not too late.

It's just that when it comes to his birthday, Gongsun Jiuye's heart sank suddenly. When he thought of the bloody scene in front of his eyes eight years ago, his heart couldn't help but cramp.

It was a painful memory he didn't want to recall. I still remember that year. He kicked open the dilapidated door, and a woman covered in blood, holding a swaddling cloth that was also stained with blood, and her beautiful face had long since lost half of her blood. It's just waiting for him with his last breath.

"Take care of ...... Good...... He. He only heard this when he squatted beside her. The woman took her last breath and then swallowed. He will never forget that her last incomparably loving, incomparably guilty and self-reproachful gaze has always stayed on the child. Until he said, "Don't worry." She closed her eyes.

Then he left the wooden house deep in the mountains with the crying child in his arms. Turning around, I looked at the blazing fire. He hugged the baby in his arms tightly.

That year, he was crowned.

"Hey, what do you want?" Qian Zimo's voice recalled his thoughts, and said with a faint smile, "It's okay." ”

Although he covers the past very well. But Qian Zimo still caught a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes when he came back to his senses.

"When will those overseas envoys arrive?" This is the topic that Qian Zimo is most concerned about.

"About two days on the king's birthday." Gongsun Jiuye replied lightly.

"Oh. Got it. Qianzimo replied lightly.

"Is there anything else?" Gongsun Jiuye saw that she was in a somewhat depressed mood, and asked subconsciously.

Qian Zimo shook his head. The two fell silent again, and Qian Zimo went to the edge of the pavilion and sat on the ground against the pillar. Gaze down at the turquoise water. She was waiting for him to leave.

And he did take a step, but he walked towards her. Gongsun Jiuye sat down beside her. The left hand unconsciously patted her on the shoulder. There is tenderness in his eyes.

"Don't worry, before you leave, this king will not marry anyone else."

The corners of Qian Zimo's mouth hooked up a touch of bitterness. In other words, if she leaves, he will marry someone else, right?

Qianzi Mo's heart was blocked, she stood up with a gloomy face and left, and after taking two steps, she turned her head and looked coldly at Gongsun Jiuye's perfect side face. He raised his foot and took two steps forward, and kicked Gongsun Jiuye fiercely. Gongsun Jiuye thought she was going to say something, but she was caught off guard and gave herself a kick, and before she had time to dodge, he was gorgeously kicked into the lake. Qian Zimo not only didn't save him, but scolded him a few words.

"Bastard, loser! Big carrots! ”

"Hey! You're crazy! Gongsun Jiuye jumped ashore from the lake and roared against the wet water vapor and messy ink hair.

"Humph!" Qian Zimo snorted coldly, turned around and left, leaving Gongsun Jiuye standing in place. How many times has he been calculated by her like this? Gongsun Jiuye only felt that Qianzi Mo must be his nemesis at this moment!

Although Gongsun Wuwu didn't know what happened between them, he was still clearly aware that since that day, Qianzi Mo and Gongsun Jiuye didn't seem to have seen each other again. Gongsun Jiuye rarely returned to the palace, and Qianzimo was not in the palace all day.

On the ninth day of the first lunar month, the envoys of the Ryukyu Kingdom and the Sulu Kingdom visited, and the emperor led the civil and military officials of the imperial court to stand at the gate of the city to greet them.

Drunken Xuan Pavilion, a woman stood in front of the highest window, a pale blue-green dress embroidered with a white blooming lotus, a long pale yellow drape on her wrist, and her hair loosely pulled up with a plain white hosta. It looks very casual and gentle, but there is a faint coldness in the lilac eyes.

The line of greetings was two long streets, and the position of her window was directly opposite the city gate, so she could see everything that was happening at the city gate.

The envoys sent by the Ryukyu Kingdom were represented by Princess Sakurako, and the Suru Kingdom was the crown prince of the Suru Kingdom. Judging from the fact that the two don't like each other, they are not very harmonious with each other.

In this greeting, Gongsun was in charge of entertaining the envoys of the Ryukyu Kingdom, and Gongsun Jiuye was in charge of the Sulu Kingdom. But along the way, Zheng Ziying's eyes never took his eyes off Gongsun Jiuye from beginning to end.

Gongsun Jiuye never looked at her, but looked in a certain direction from time to time.

After a polite greeting, the envoy group headed by the emperor went home from the city tower. When passing by Zuixuan Pavilion, the team that was moving slowly suddenly stopped.

"Fourth brother, what's wrong?" Gongsun asked suspiciously.

"Fourth." The Emperor exclaimed in displeasure. Gongsun Jiuye turned over and dismounted, and replied lightly that there are some things that the king has not dealt with, and he will go back later. He left the mighty team behind and left alone.

Zheng Ziying looked at his back as he left, and clenched his outstretched hands tightly.