Seventeen looked at the woman kneeling under the city tower, looking soft and weak, but she bore the wrath of the Son of Heaven alone, neither humble nor arrogant, neither arrogant nor impatient.

The princess insisted on going her own way, insisting on founding in person, the Son of Heaven Gu Qi had just been and suffered from eye disease, and never let go, the queen was in Zhou Xuan, both sides took a step back, and ordered their personal guards to protect each other, and they must return to Beijing after three years regardless of the results.

Because of this move, the Son of Heaven was annoyed, and the princess's edict was not issued, and she only got the verbal title of "Panjun" from beginning to end.

The sedan chair set off from the city gate, and ten thousand people saw each other off.

Seventeen rode a horse and followed her leisurely, to the outskirts of Beijing, the people were getting fewer and fewer, he was only a hundred people away from her, but he couldn't go any further, there were two different roads ahead, she was a king, he was a minister, she was going to travel Wanchuan, he was going to guard the country.

He rode to a halt on the hillside, and watched the procession coming from behind, the army was solemn and silent, like a cage, and looked from afar, overwhelming people.

There are people in the suburbs who step on the spring, children's laughter is scattered in the wind, their world does not know how to be humble, the kite in the hand is fearlessly flying in the sky, "babbling", startled the parents hurriedly raised their heads, it turned out that the kite was broken, in order to avoid the child being sad, the father picked up the child with one hand, threw it up heavily, and fell gently, babbling, the child forgot his kite.

The kite flies in the sky, there is no way back, but it is born free.

The kite hovered over her head, the sedan chair was topless, and Seventeen saw her slowly raise her head, as if sensing something, and took off the long silk with her bare hands.

Seventeen years and eighteen, I have seen a pair of eyes, those eyes are as light as water, and full of peach blossoms. He had seen more enchanting than this when he marched into battle, more faint than this when he was an inconspicuous soldier, more gentle than this when he was a beggar, but never a pair of eyes, just a glance, and lived in his eyes.

Yiren heard the sound of children babbling and crying outside, and suddenly heard the word kite, she was so big, she had never flown a kite, she sat in the heavy curtain, somehow, she wanted to look up, find the kite for the child.

The kite was strangely made, and I don't know whether it was a green swallow or a winged toad, and the two big black eyes froze, lost, and wandered around in the air, silly and happy.

Seventeen looked, the girl's eyes were clear, looking straight at the kite in the sky, ignorant and longing, a gust of wind blew, and the lost kite was taken away, the girl's eyes flashed with loss, no more, no less, really only a moment, after a moment, it was confused, as if thinking, where the kite would eventually fall, or, where her future would go.

Maybe it's because there is only one person in the account, the girl's eyes are undisguised, a pair of eyes are ignorant but full of aura, maybe sad, maybe confused, but the only thing that remains unchanged under the eyes is envy, yearning for the freedom of the breeze, yearning for the loneliness of the kite, yearning for the vastness of the world, she has nothing but an ethereal glory.

As the breeze passed, the girl's eyes slowly dimmed, greedily retracted her gaze, and the moment her eyes fell, she quietly opened the atrium of Seventeen, just like the original "Your Highness", which was quietly grabbed by him into his ears, and now, this eye was quietly put into his heart.

Before this glance, she was his benefactor, and after this glance, she became his sweetheart.

Not all stories are love at first sight, between him and her, it is a gentleman or a minister, it is only him who says goodbye, there is no regret, no regrets, but fortunately, the first encounter made her live in his heart, no matter what identity, thank her for living for so many years, in the future, she will live longer, not a lifetime, probably the so-called long time.

He's just a beggar, a ruffian, a whimsical little rascal, but fortunately he's not a gentleman, and he can like it openly and express it fearlessly.

Seventeen rode back to the north, behind the horse's hooves, the wind and dust were flying, and he thought from afar what a unique scene it would be the next time he saw her, who knew that when he met again, he would take a look at it and plant his heart again, this time it was the legendary love at first sight.

Blunder! Blunder! But this heart kept beating, which made him panic, and every time he met it later, it was a rumored love at first sight, so endlessly, a heart was no longer in him.

Fortunately, he was a casual person, so he went as he pleased.

This is the young man who was in love at the beginning, his name is Seventeen, he was originally a beggar, and later grew into a young general, he was supposed to be a dissolute young man, and later because of his ignorant glance, he became a subordinate of the skirt and held up a piece of heaven for her.

The story is short and ignorant, and people can hear it in a fog, but this is his sweetheart, how can he say it clearly between words? He has nothing to worry about in this life, and he is just a person who puts it on the tip of his heart, and he doesn't ask her to fall in love, but only hopes that he can stay together.

There is no need to be humble, but care, I hope that in this life, she can also do that unrestrained breeze, there is no envy, only freedom.

A simple joke from the prince reminded Seventeen of his youthful past.

When I first met, she was a princess, she was a king, he was a minister, lonely and proud kneeling under the city tower, asking for a grace for the people of the world, and now, she carried the expectations of the people, still lonely, still a princess on top, the difference is that this time he should not only be her minister.

Yiren returned to the palace in a high-profile manner, His Majesty first summoned her, and many officials knelt at the door of the main hall, probably just a routine performance, after all, the harem is not allowed to interfere in politics, but there is a book of the people in front of him, and then he is afraid that he will be involved in the case of Shan Ce, and a cadre of people kneeling at the door, probably also pretending.

In the main hall, the emperor sat on the upper seat, watching the folds one by one, and the Yiren were grinding on the side, relatively speechless.

Half an hour later, the emperor put down the fold in his hand, let out a long sigh, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, showing fatigue, "Go down." "The voice is hoarse caused by not speaking for a long time, but I haven't seen it for a few years, and the emperor is no longer the high-spirited son of heaven at the beginning, and he is probably tired of this country.

Yiren retreated quietly, the hall was full of smoke, it was the favorite sandalwood of the Son of Heaven when he was a teenager, looking at the distant sound and shadow, Xiao Chengqing's heart was quite touched, he ascended the throne at a young age, everyone only knew that he didn't love beauty, and how many people knew that he didn't love the country either?

Probably the person in front of her understands, the difference is that she loves the country, but because of her duty as a minister.

There were a few dull coughs behind him, Yiren paused, Xiao Chengqing saw that she stopped but didn't look back, there was a flash of loss in her eyes, she took the handkerchief handed over by Fulai, and quietly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, "Princess." ”

She called His Majesty the Emperor, and the Emperor called her Princess.

He said: "Dayan, after all, it will be handed over to you young people, I am already old. ”

She knew, and she didn't say it.