When I listened to Ruozhu talk about her family, I had already guessed her identity, and now that the answer has been revealed, it is not far from what I thought: she is the second daughter of Prime Minister Fu Bi and the granddaughter of Yan Shu. Fu Bi first married his eldest daughter Ruolan to Feng Jing, and after Ruolan died of illness, Fu Bi gave Ruozhu to Feng Jing as his successor. Now there are people singing Feng Jing: "The three Confucians in the world, the two married daughters of the Xiang family." That's what it refers to. The lady Feng Jing that the princess saw at the banquet in the palace was Ruolan, and Ruozhu and Feng Jing should have married during his supplemental period, so she and the princess had never met before today, and they didn't know each other.

Naturally, I won't ignore the princess's reaction. From the moment she heard Ah Di call "Uncle Feng", the smile on her face stiffened a little, and when Feng Jing revealed her identity, the joy in her eyes was like fireworks in the night sky.

However, she still kept smiling, leaning on the side of the lattice to look at Ruozhu, her peaceful gaze caressing the corners of Ruozhu's joyful eyes like water, and there was no trace of unpleasant emotions in it, such as jealousy and anger, she just quietly watched the happiness of this woman of her age, as if admiring a beautiful painting that had nothing to do with her.

When Feng Jing came up, the princess had already put on her hat and said goodbye to Ruozhu. Ruozhu reluctantly took her hand and asked her name, saying that he hoped to see her often in the future. The princess smiled and said, "If there is fate, we will meet in the future." ”

With that, she turned and walked away. As she passed Feng Jing's side, she gently lifted the corner of her hat and veil and looked at him with a smile. Feng Jing couldn't help but be stunned when he saw her face, but quickly returned to normal, and bowed to her slightly with a light smile.

What a familiar scene, it seems to have returned to the Jinming Pond back then, the princess in her cardamom years met the green man in the new Dengke, she smiled in the BMW car, and her pretty face and budding girl's feelings loomed behind the veil. Now that they are reunited, I don't know if Feng Jing just thinks she is familiar, or clearly remembers the girl he met when he was proud of the spring breeze.

The veil hung down, and she walked out without squinting, without a single review. It wasn't until she was far away from that room that she stopped, stroked the vermilion on the side of the stairs, and asked me softly, "How long is it until the first year of Emperor You?" ”

I replied, "Eleven years." ”

She was silent, then sighed, "So long...... It's like a dream. ”

Shaking her head, as if to get rid of the remnants of the dream, she smiled again and looked up to keep walking. However, the scene that appeared in front of her at this time was unexpected, and it gave her another heavy blow.

Opposite her, on the other side of the atrium of the restaurant, there were several ladies in gorgeous clothes and makeup, who should have finished watching the lights upstairs, laughing and chatting in twos and threes, and walked to the stairs on that side. Among them was a young woman, who seemed to have difficulty in moving and walked more slowly than others, and by her side was a long, slender man, who carefully supported her, and from time to time smiled in her ear, with undisguised care and love in her eyes.

When the young woman descended the stairs, she deliberately guarded her abdomen with her hands, and looked carefully at the steps below her feet before cautiously poking out her first step, so that the viewer could easily notice her slightly bulging abdomen. And the man was even more dedicated to protecting him, and the slightest tremor of hers would draw out his nervous expression.

This warm scene froze the princess in place. Her steps were stagnant, her smile was withering, and before she could cry, I could hear her heartbreak.

That's Cao Ping.

He was so close to the princess that he could touch her cool eyes just by looking up. But he didn't, he didn't have time to care, and the woman in his eyes seemed to fill the world in front of him. It is better to say that he is supporting her, but it is better to say that he is holding her in the palm of his hand. There is no doubt that this wife, who is giving birth to a new life for him, is regarded by him as a priceless treasure.

The princess did not continue for the time being, but turned to the terrace on the second floor, and stood silently behind the curtain, watching Cao Ping and the young woman both walk out of the alum building.

He helped her into the chariot, and then rode his own horse in front of her. After a farewell of years, he is still the appearance of the Wuling boy in our memory, the horse is suddenly light and dusty, and the incense sleeves are half a cage whip. The princess stood silently, watching him go away, watching him return to the twilight smoke.

When Cao Ping's figure disappeared, she still had no intention of leaving, and stared in the night breeze in the direction where the carriage and horses were gone, until Ruozhu suddenly appeared and smiled behind her: "Hey, are you still here?" ”

"Oh, here I am, blow the wind." The princess turned and replied hastily. Looking at Ruozhu, she asked rhetorically, "How did you get here?" ”

Wakatake smiled and pointed to the rakaki on the terrace and said, "I heard someone here singing the words of my seventh uncle, so I came out to take a look." ”

There are eight or nine musicians who play the silk and bamboo orchestra, among which there is a singer with strict makeup holding the pipa in her arms, plucking one wall and singing in a low voice, singing the "Partridge Heaven" by Yan Shu's seventh son Yan Jidao. The princess listened attentively, and at this time the singer had already sung to the second half of the rhyme: "It is easy to disperse in the end, and it will be idle for a long time, and Mo Jiao will leave the hatred and damage Zhu Yan." Who can exhibit the mandarin duck brocade together, and pass the cold night in the West Building. ”

I drove her car and took her back to the princess's house. The wheels ran over the traces left by the Cao family's carriage and horses, and then changed direction and drove into the distance. The ruts of the two sides spread into an arc that intersects by chance, and after the momentary staggering, it still extends according to its own trajectory, and it may be difficult to overlap one day, I think, just like the fate of her and Cao Ping, and even Feng Jing.

On the way back, the princess did not have anything unusual except for silence, but at the fourth watch, Jiaqingzi, who was serving her in the dormitory, knocked on my door.

"The princess just woke up and cried quietly in bed." She told me, "We heard it and rushed to ask her why, but she wouldn't say anything, just kept crying." Sir, go and see. ”

I went over immediately. When she entered her bedroom, she saw several personal maids and the Han family gathered in front of her bed, and they all spoke of comfort, but the princess sat at the head of the bed without hearing it, buried her head in her knees, and sobbed softly.

When Han saw me coming in, he got up and pulled me out of the curtain, and asked in a low voice, "The princess went out last night, but what did she see?" ”

Jiaqingzi should have told her about my going out with the princess. So I replied simply: "I saw Cao Ping." ”

She had an epiphany and sighed again and again: "What a wronged ......"

Then, she took the maids out, and told me, "You persuaded her last time, and now you should enlighten her more." Now here, she can listen to your words. ”

When they were out the door, I went to the princess's bed and whispered to her. After waiting for a while, she finally raised a pair of teary eyes to look at me, and whimpered: "Before falling asleep, Yun Niang told me that the moon is good tonight, and on the last day of the Lantern Festival, you might as well make a wish." I made a wish in my heart that I hope to wake up and find that I am only eight or nine years old, and my only trouble is that I can't finish memorizing the poems my father gave me, and the biggest problem is how to convince you to ghostwrite for me......"

However, when she woke up just now, she found that she was still trapped here, and she could not go back...... I kept my sigh in my heart, sat down beside her silently, thought for a moment, and said to her, "There are always things that don't change, whether you're eight or nine, eighteen or nineteen, or eighty or ninety." ”

"What?" She asked me with tears in her eyes.

"For example, my sleeve, your shadow, and ......" I didn't continue, but held out my hand to her.

She understood in an instant, and she gently approached and snuggled into my arms.

And I can give her the temperature.

I can't change her fate, but I can at least promise her that I will give her my sleeve when she weeps, blow on her wound when she is in pain, and give her all the warmth I can give her when she feels cold.

The golden duck in the pavilion is fragrant and cold, the gauze curtain hangs slightly, and the jade hook is half a phoenix curtain. We didn't speak again, just hugged each other, listened to the darkness even more, watched the embers wither, let the double candles outside the curtain melt into tears, darkened the canna in front of the bed, until the dew was cold and the moon was gone, the stars were faint, and the blue light reflected the screen window.

This period of tranquility ends at dawn. The sound of Die's footsteps came from far and near, mixed with Jiaqingzi's voice: "Uncle and Mrs., the princess has not yet gotten up in the morning, please wait in the hall for a while......"

I immediately let go of the princess and strode out of the curtain, and Madame Yang just pushed the door in, and her eyes collided, and they were all startled.

She frowned, looked me up and down suspiciously, moved to the vulture's waving curtain, hesitated, and then hurried over and slammed it open.

The princess sat on the edge of the bed and turned her head to look at Yang in surprise.

At that time, her eyebrows were thin and thin, her makeup was worn, her temples were low and her golden hairpins were slanted, and her tears were especially visible.

And, unfortunately, she was still doing the act of putting on a cloak.