Chapter 2 Thinking about the Distance

The carriage came all the way to the Xuanwu Gate unimpeded, and when the sky was bright, Song Yuchen opened the curtain of the carriage and fell to the ground, dragging a half-dead Shi Qingran with his hand.

"But why did the emperor ask me to go to dinner?" Shi Qingran was not careful, and asked this question for the eighth time.

Song Yuchen glanced at her and didn't speak, but looking at that expression, he should have wanted to feed her a pack of dumb medicine.

Shi Qingran thought bitterly with a little face, could it be because his bad reputation in the palace had spread to the palace, so the emperor wanted to teach his younger brother and daughter-in-law how to keep a good wife on behalf of his half-brother?

Although there was no big banquet, Song Yuxun, the emperor of the dynasty, still prepared a table full of dishes, half of which were Wangcheng flavor, and the other half was Jiangnan flavor.

"Don't be ashamed." Before entering the hall, Song Yuchen once again advised.

"Hmm." Shi Qingran nodded reluctantly, pointed to the stiff smile on the corner of his lips and said, "Does this look weird?" ”

"Don't laugh like that," Song Yuchen sighed, but his eyebrows and eyes were clearly raised, as if he was holding back a smile, "It's ugly." ”

Shi Qingran immediately lowered the corners of his mouth, thinking that men now are difficult to serve, and when he has no expression, he asks you to smile like a flower, but he doesn't buy it when he really laughs.

So when he entered the door, Song Yuxun saw his long and jade brother and the woman Song Shishi who was standing next to his brother and her face was stiff like a cramp.

"Long live the emperor, long live the queen's mother, long live, thousand years old." Song Yuchen held the hem of his clothes and made a gesture to kneel down, but before he could bend his knees for half a minute, he was stopped by Song Yuxun.

"No courtesy."

Shi Qingran froze in place, his eyes nailed directly to the woman next to the emperor in bright yellow brocade in front of him.

The woman was wrapped in brightly colored silk and embroidered with peony flowers with teeth and claws on her neckline. The makeup on the face is light, the face is very small, small and white, like a slim white lotus in the clear water pool, stained with a bit of beauty and just the right amount of sickness, and the golden step at the back of her head seems to be very heavy, pressing half of her head away.

She appeared out of place like a snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountains that slipped out of place, appearing out of place in this golden and brilliant hall.

This look made me distracted, and I forgot to salute for a while.

If Shi Qingran was able to go out of his body at this time, and a wisp of soul was split into several parts, he would definitely be able to appreciate the appearance of himself stunned on the main hall.

"Ranran, greetings to the emperor and the queen." Song Yuchen, the king of Zhennan, squeezed the words out from between his teeth.

"Don't be inhibited." Song Yuxun smiled kindly, "It's just a common thing, today we don't distinguish between monarchs and ministers, sit." ”

After that, he turned around and sat down, smiled very gently at the woman beside him, and grabbed her weak and boneless slender jade hand with one hand, "Mianmian, you haven't seen Xiaochen for a long time, and you just want to say a few more words today." ”

Xiao Chen?

Shi Qingran had seen this emperor a few times before, and I have to say that he was very gentlemanly in his words and deeds, but he spoke too softly, what Xiaochen sounded like a singer on the Qinhuai River.

Shi Qingran was snickering in his heart, and suddenly thought of something, and he couldn't laugh immediately.

Continuous.

The stiff expression on Shi Qingran's face collapsed completely, he glanced at Song Yuchen, and asked silently with his eyes Sure enough, this is the main purpose you brought me here today.

King Zhennan's face did not change, so he simply carried her directly and put her on the chair, and then showed the same smile as his brother, "Is there any liquor?" ”

Two cups of drunkenness.

"Qingran is still young, what kind of liquor to drink." Song Yuxun shook his head and took a cup of goat's milk from the table, "This is specially ordered to be made by the imperial chef, taste it, walnuts and yams and sesame seeds are added to it, it is sweet and fragrant." ”

After a pause, "Mianmian likes it too." ”

Song Yuchen shook his head, "How old is she, the imperial brother still specially prepares these things, he is really used to her." ”

"It doesn't matter." The emperor smiled, he was really warm and close to the people.

And at this moment, in the mind of the dear wife of King Zhennan, ten thousand drums are ringing in unison, ten thousand horses are singing in unison, ten thousand arrows are firing in unison, and ten thousand people are singing.

From the moment they entered the door just now, although the two brothers in front of them have always maintained a harmonious situation, neither of them has taken the lead in pulling out a dagger from his cuff to cut each other's throats, but this and this......

The last time she saw the poems he wrote inadvertently in Song Yuchen's study, she only felt that this man was sour, obviously one of the most available generals in the dynasty, but writing an article brought a smell of wind and snow and moon that was moaning without illness.

The grass on the banks of the green river is long away. The distance is incredible, and I dreamed of it in the past.

Thinking about the distance.

Continuous.

Song Yuchen, have you changed your name before, in fact, you were called Song Yuandao when you were a child, right?

Shi Qingran's heart was turbulent, she had always known that Song Yuchen had no feelings for her, and even if she had, it was nothing more than teasing and mocking and exploiting, far from having any true feelings.

She also knew that her husband had other people in her heart, but Song Yuchen never said it, so she should only turn a blind eye, after all, the miserable princess is not qualified to ask the prince about the past.

But I never expected that my bold husband, the sweetheart of the king, was the queen, the queen, the queen.

This, this, this......

She didn't have this idea before, but she never dared to think about it, but when she looked at it today, she knew it.

The slender woman in front of her who was weak and supported by the willow was longer than Song Yuchen's preference.

Shi Qingran drank a glass of goat milk violently, put down the cup with a "bang", and left a circle of white on his mouth.

Mianmian was startled by her movements, and a mouthful of water almost choked in her throat.

Song Yuchen, "......"

There was silence in the room.

Shi Qingran felt that it was better not to talk and bow his head to eat vegetables.

After being quiet for a while, Shi Qingran saw a slender jade hand stretched out in front of him, and the white fingers were as crystal clear as tender tofu.

"Eat more of this." Mianmian, oh no, when the queen of the dynasty gave her a small bowl of fish soup, she said gently, "Add the seasoning sent from Qishan before, there is no one in the royal city, it is your mother's taste, I think you should like it." ”

"Thank you, Queen." Shi Qingran hurriedly threw away his chopsticks and stood up.

Song Yuchen, "......"

"Okay, it's all about having a light meal, just a casual meal." Song Yuxun smiled, "Sit down, if you think the food is not to your taste, let the imperial chef remove it and make it again." ”

"Yes." Song Yuchen glanced at her lightly.

Shi Qingran choked up, feeling as if everything he did was wrong.