Helian Yunjue looked at Yun Yu'er at a glance and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. At this time, Yun Wei'er, who was walking slowly, also recognized him at a glance. The two met in the cloister and stopped at each other.

Yun Wei'er had just lightly opened her lips, but she heard the familiar, cold and soft male voice coming from her ears.

Helian Yunjue saluted.

"Weichen meets Concubine Ying, Niangniang is a thousand years old!"

The word "Concubine Ying" can't help but cut Yun Wei'er's heart painfully. Liang Jiu replied: "Is the prince okay lately?" ”

"Back to Niangniang, everything is fine with Weichen." Helian Yunjue said and stared at Yun Wei'er in front of him with burning eyes, as if he had thousands of words, but he wanted to say goodbye.

Yun Wei'er lowered her eyebrows and smiled bitterly: "That's good." It's just that the autumn frost has been heavy recently, and the old disease on the prince's leg needs to be carefully treated. ”

Helian Yunjue's heart trembled slightly. Three years ago, he was ordered to lead his troops against the barbarians, and during the battle, the two armies stabbed him in the left leg. After the triumphant return, the first emperor sent the imperial doctor to the palace for diagnosis, and after the wound healed, he fell ill with wind and cold. He still remembers crying all night when she first medicated him, looking at the deep scar on his leg. That year, he was twenty-five years old, and she was only thirteen. After all these years, she still remembered the occasional stinging pain in his left leg from the cold, and even though he pretended to be completely fine in front of her, she could see the corners of his mouth occasionally twitching with pain on his face.

Helian Yunjue came back to his senses from the past, thought for a moment, and then mustered up the courage to ask:

"Are you still used to living in the palace?"

Yun Wei'er smiled dumbly.

"The palace is full of fine clothes and food, and I am fortunate to win the emperor's favor, and the palace is already grateful." Yun Yu'er glanced at Helian Yunjue in front of her, her eyes flashing.

Helian Yunjue knows her intentions, but she is already a princess, and he is a courtier, so he must abide by his duty and not cross the thunder pool. He poured a precious sigh to Yun Wei'er and left sideways.

In the empty corridor, Yun Wei'er looked at Helian Yunjue's back as she brushed her sleeves away, and many tastes came to her heart. After being silent for a moment, he adjusted his breathing and moved lightly.

In front of the case in the imperial study, Helian Yingche was waving his hand on the white rice paper, dancing and inking, and the pen was walking away from the dragon and snake. Seeing Yun Wei'er coming in, he hurriedly stopped writing and moved closer.

Yun Wei'er stepped forward and looked at it, on the rice paper was Helian Yingche's "Kite Fu" that had just been transcribed: The warbler flies and the grass grows in April, and the beauty kite and phoenix nirvana.

He took her hand and put it in his palm, pointed to the undried book and ink, and said:

"Since that day, I listened to the song sung by my concubine in the palace of Annan, and I silently wrote it down. When he missed his concubine, he wrote it down with pen and ink. I don't know how many times I have written it now, and I hope that my concubine will come to my side. Helian Yingche stood behind Yun Wei'er and hugged her from behind, the slight heat in his ears and neck was the breath of the light pillow on the tip of his nose.

"I want to give another poem to my concubine, can my concubine help me study ink?" He whispered in her ear.

Yun Wei'er gently rolled up her red sleeves, stood quietly aside, and carefully studied the ink.

Helian Yingche smiled handsomely and pecked Yun Wei'er lightly on the face. Back at the desk, wave your pen.

Yun Wei'er slightly powdered his face, and poked into his handwriting, only to see that after a while, a seven-character quatrain jumped on the paper.

"The clouds wear the phoenix and decorate the flowers, and the beautiful fragrance is beautiful. The ripples of the water are green, and the luan Ming is clear and dreams are back. ”

Yun Wei'er looked at the poems written by Helian Yingche, and suddenly exclaimed: "The emperor's poem is a combination of the name of the concubine and the three words of Yi Xinyuan, as well as ......"

"And my name." Helian Yingche threw down his pen and looked at her with affectionate eyes.

Yun Wei'er felt that her face suddenly became hot.

"I give you this poem and this letter, but I have one condition." Helian Yingche didn't wait for Yun Yu'er to react, took her to the red chair, walked around behind her, half contained, gently held her right hand, re-grasped the pen, and walked on the paper.