As the so-called cold spring, even if the sky is clear, it can't stop the cold from invading the clothes.

The saint gave wine to the two princes of southern Xinjiang in the main hall.

Similarly, it is also to give Princess Anle a marriage.

Because An Le did not have an older brother, the saint assigned the prince of Yongwang to send her to get married, and sent her to Guanzhong, Shaanxi, and then turned around and came back.

Princess An Le was dressed in a red Central Plains wedding dress embroidered with a golden phoenix, with a shining golden crown, eye-catching red lips, and the whole person was bright and beautiful.

She stood in the hall and bowed a few times to the Queen Mother, the Holy Lord, and the Queen Mother.

Concubine Shu's tears were swaying, holding An Le's hand and being reluctant, taking a bite of "my son".

It's a pity that An Le didn't react, neither the sadness of leaving home, nor the shyness of getting married, nor the reluctance to give up on her parents, the whole person seemed to be out of the matter, looking carefully, there seemed to be a faint mockery on the corner of her mouth.

Seeing her daughter like this, Concubine Shu's heart was even more wrenched, and she took the handkerchief with tears in her eyes.

On the contrary, the palace maids around Princess Anle all showed sadness in their eyes, holding back their tears, and did not dare to touch the moldy heads of the nobles.

The saint is also difficult to give up his own daughter to marry far away, and sighs again and again.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will definitely treat An Le well, and I will never let her suffer a trace of grievances in southern Xinjiang." Xiri Ahong solemnly bowed and said with a heartfelt voice.

The saint had a heavy chin on his head, and Concubine Shu also covered her mouth and nodded slightly.

"Okay, seeing that this morning is almost over, don't miss the auspicious time." The Queen Mother wiped her tears and urged.

Paridé, who was standing behind the queen, looked at Pazil intently, her eyes were full of tears, and when she heard the queen mother say this, tears flowed down one by one.

"Presumably when he didn't leave the cabinet before, the second prince must have been very good to Sister Chunfei, look at this crying, I really feel pity." Concubine Xian was also a little unbearable, so she took a handkerchief and handed it to Parida to wipe her tears.

If Princess Celestia were still alive, Parry Dai would be even younger than Princess Celestia.

Concubine Xian thought of her daughter who died young, and she was also a little sad.

"Thank you." Parry Dai didn't expect Concubine Xian to hand her a handkerchief, so she was stunned for a moment and took it, and thanked her in a low voice.

Concubine Xian's voice was so loud that everyone also looked at Paridé, and Parridai withdrew her gaze in a little panic and lowered her eyes.

Pazil was a little embarrassed and explained: "My sister is young, and she depends on me when she is young, and I hope that Your Majesty and all the ladies can take more care of me on weekdays." ”

"It's nature." Shengshang nodded, "Don't worry, Concubine Chun is the link between our friendship between the Central Plains and Southern Xinjiang, and I will treat him well." ”

It's really not too early to continue.

Li Qi escorted the mighty team out of the palace gate.

"Brother Wang gave up the beauty for my great cause in southern Xinjiang, I really admire Brother Wang." Siri Ahong rode his horse and walked side by side with Pazil unhurriedly, the corners of his lips crooked, and he lowered his voice and joked.

Pazil didn't say a word, grabbed the belly of the horse, and sped forward.

It's a pity that Xiri Ahong didn't want to let go of Pazil, he also accelerated to chase after him, looking at Pazil's knife-like side face and thin lips, and said with a smile: "The appearance of pear blossoms with rain is really distressing, worthy of being the first beauty in southern Xinjiang, no wonder Brother Wang likes it tightly." ”

Seeing a faint hint of anger on Pazil's calm face, he smiled even more, but shook his head and said regretfully: "However, it seems that the emperor of the Central Plains is not interested in Parida, which is better, with Palidai's appearance, if he can seduce a few ministers of the court, wouldn't it ......"

"Don't talk about it." Pazil raised his sword eyebrows and interrupted him in a deep voice.

Siri Akhon sneered twice, slowed his horse, and gradually fell behind Pazil.

He really doesn't look down on this royal brother, in order to get the appreciation of his father, he can even give up his beloved woman, what kind of man is he!

Parridai is also a stupid woman, who only listens to the words of her brother, and is willing to leave her hometown and marry an old man who is the same age as her father.

Oh, that's ridiculous!

Pazil, who was at the front of the group on horseback, had a hint of hatred in his eyes.

If he is the son of the queen and the heir of the dignified and upright, how can he let Parry be reconciled!

But it doesn't matter, when the Central Plains are in his pocket, Parry Dai will return to his side, and when the time comes, the southern Xinjiang and the Central Plains will be pinched in his hands, what Xiri Ahong, the queen, these people who humiliate him, he will trample them under his feet!

It was late enough to leave in the morning, and with Princess Anle, a pampered female dependent, the group couldn't go far before dark, even if they didn't stop.

So at noon, the convoy stopped, everyone had a careful lunch, and when the sun was setting in the west, the team had just left the city and arrived at a small town near Jingshi, and then hurried forward, and it was difficult to get to the next place to stay in the dark when it was dark, so they simply decided to rest in the hotel in this town tonight.

Tong Yan is still imprisoned in this house.

It was dark, the candle flame was shaking, and Tong Yan was dressed as a man by the maid, sitting quietly in front of the bed, looking lonely.

Not surprisingly, this morning, the people of southern Xinjiang had already set off for their journey.

Presumably, Xiri Ahong is coming soon.

With that in mind, she walked over to the window and took a long breath.

But in a moment, there was a commotion in front of the courtyard.

Xiri Ahong was dressed in black and blended with the night, leading a few maids and striding over.

He was in a good mood, and although he looked a little tired, he was full of smiles and was very proud.

"Tong Yan, I'm so happy that we're going back to southern Xinjiang together soon." He pushed open the door and entered, laughing and clasping Tong Yan's shoulders tightly with his hands, his eyes bent into the shape of a crescent moon.

Tong Yan looked at him coldly and didn't say a word.

But Xiri Ahong didn't seem to see her eyes like ice blades, and the smile on his face did not diminish at all, but he wanted to hold her little face even harder.

Tong Yan snapped, slammed off his claws, and took two steps back.

Xiri Ahong's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze was slightly cold, revealing a hint of danger.

But the danger was only fleeting, and he laughed again, clasped his hands to his chest, and said disapprerovingly: "It doesn't matter, if you suddenly accept me and become courteous to me, it will be strange."

However, I am confident that sooner or later you will fall in love with me, and your fiancé is just Erer, what am I not as good as him? It's just that he got to know you before me, and after a long time, you ......"

"She's not going to fall in love with you either."

The magnetic, slightly muffled voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.

It's Cheng Huai! It was a voice she knew all too well!

The iceberg in Tong Yan's eyes melted suddenly, her eyes were bright, and she took advantage of the moment when Xiri Ahong was stunned, and ran out with a happy face!

No way! How did he find this place!

Siri Ahong was shocked and froze in place.