The four-horned dragon flag, graceful and turning with the wind.

The gold car is made of jade, and the tassel is saddled with gold.

The green horse, the green cover of the red curtains.

A farewell is a long way to go.

This is what she did when she got married in her previous life.

Now, with this red gold pill red Xipa, his heart is extremely relaxed.

In the bustling crowd, a man and a woman stood at the entrance of the street and alley, watching the honor guard go away.

"Dong'er, don't be too sad, Princess Zhaoyun, she will be safe and well!"

Fu Dong wiped the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes and said: "I hope that like Brother Adong said, princess, princess, she is a very good person!" ”

Not long ago, Qiuqiu, who was out of the palace and provincial, secretly took her out of the palace and reunited with Brother Adong under the request of the princess.

For a while, the gongs and drums were noisy, and the cars were like flowing water and horses.

Zhaoyun sat in the carriage and listened to the wheels slowly drive through the long street, making a subtle "creaking" sound.

When the cheers around him faded away, he knew that the honor guard had crossed the main street.

Out of the city gate, along the bank of the Wangchao River, all the way to the west.

In that place, the flags that were blown by the strong wind spread for hundreds of miles to the end of the horizon. Ten miles of red makeup is like a red glow, traversing the Huangsha Ancient Road.

Zhaoyun's back was straight, and he sat upright in the carriage, his red lips under the hijab pulling a faint smile.

Because there was no smile in those bright eyes, it seemed that the curvature of the corners of the mouth was a little unfathomable, like mockery, and like lamentation.

Instead, he responded to the poem that wept like blood.

The poem says:

Rise and fall and other morning dew, the world is like duckweed.

The glory is really difficult to keep, and the pool is finally flat.

Where is the wealth now? Empty things write Danqing.

There is no music in the glass of wine, and the strings are singing.

Yu Ben royal son, drifted into the court.

Once you see success or failure, you can suddenly embrace it.

In ancient times, it was like this, and I am not the only one.

Only "Mingjun Song" hurts the love of marriage.

It is rumored that the person who wrote this poem is also a princess. Fate was ill-fated, and in the end he could only die with regrets.

Isn't this just like her in her previous life?

Zhaoyun lifted the curtain slightly and looked at the Tangtang River outside the window.

She and the "Ming Jun" have become princesses of harmony, and they also look at the mountains and rivers in front of them, and they are the swallows, but they resolutely choose different distances......

Then, Zhaoyun lowered the curtain, bent his index finger, and tapped twice on the side of the car wall.

"Where are you now?" He put the shepa back on top of his head and asked softly out the window.

"Back to the princess, I have arrived at the bank of the Wangchao River. An unfamiliar shrill female voice replied.

"Who are you?" Zhaoyun lifted the hijab, lifted the corner of the curtain, and looked straight at the palace maid who replied.

"Back to the princess, I was sent by the queen mother to go to Xiwu with the princess." The tall woman with a thin voice replied respectfully.

"Where's Mingcui?" Zhaoyun frowned and stared straight at her.

"She's in the convoy right now." Ruyan was swept by a sharp gaze, and suddenly looked a little cramped.

"Call her over, I'll ask her about something." Zhaoyun lowered the curtain, blocking the view from the outside.

"Princess!" It didn't take long for Ming Cui to walk to the carriage and tap on the wall.

"How did you end up in the convoy?" Through the heavy car wall, Zhaoyun lifted the corner of the curtain and frowned and asked.

"Just now I was excused by the Empress Dowager Changde."

Although she couldn't see Ming Cui's face, through Jinpa, Zhao Yun heard a trace of grievance in her voice.

"You're my man, why do you have to look at other people's faces?" Zhaoyun listened to the sound and identified the position, and knew that he had already arrived at the outskirts of the city, so he simply pulled down the big red Xipa covering his head and threw it on the soft collapse on the side.

"Stop the greeting procession in front and behind!" Through the curtain, Zhaoyun said loudly.

The soldier in silver armor who sat on the front of the carriage held the reins in his hand. Hearing this, he hurriedly got up and rattled the bell forward and backward.

The rolling carriage and the sound of footsteps gradually stopped, and the golden light filled the air, and black shadows swept across the ground.

"Princess, what is the matter with you?" The Xuanwu Festival who saw him off made Bai Yi come over and respectfully saluted the people in the car.

"This palace wants to let the palace maid Mingcui enter the carriage, and this palace has something to say to her all the way!" A soft and gentle female voice floated out of the carriage.

"Princess, this is not polite!" Bai Yi frowned and gave up.

"Rites are dead, but people are alive!" Zhaoyun's voice suddenly became cold, "If it doesn't work, then Bengong will get out of the car in person and explain to her!" ”

Bai Yi reluctantly responded.

After Mingcui got into the carriage, the guard of honor and the carriage and horse set off slowly.

"Princess, what's wrong?" Ming Cui sat on the soft collapse opposite, scratching her head and asked embarrassedly.

"I want you to accompany me to relieve my boredom!" Zhaoyun's eyes swept over the window, and his voice suddenly raised. At the same time, place your index finger in front of your lips and make a silent gesture.

When Ming Cui saw it, she instantly understood.

Pitchers have ears!

Zhaoyun leaned over, put her on her right hand, and spread out her grip. Stretching out her slender index finger, she slowly wrote in her palm one by one:

At three o'clock, leave together.

Ming Cui endured Zhang Xin's itching and watched intently.

As soon as the eight characters came out, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, and in a hurry, when she was about to speak, she was covered by Zhaoyun's slightly open lips with one hand.

Zhaoyun saw her staring at herself in a daze with her round pupils like black grapes, and instantly felt much better, and slowly loosened the soft wattle covering her cherry lips. The look in her eyes motioned for her to look out the window.

The light should have penetrated into the car from the scarlet curtains. But now, there is a dark shadow on it!

Ming Cui gave Zhaoyun a look, and deliberately coughed lightly twice towards the curtain. In an instant, the black shadow immediately left the curtain, and the carriage instantly became much brighter.

Zhaoyun pursed his lips and lifted the curtain.

I saw smoke following the convoy, walking not far from the window. Although he doesn't squint, he pretends to be good. But since she lifted the curtain, that smoke has never looked this way, obviously a thief's heart.

Zhaoyun hooked his lips and smiled, put down the curtain, looked at the little girl with a nervous face, and raised a few tones slightly: "Mingcui,"