When the two met in Wei, they were both students in the academy, and the master asked, "What is a good plan for governing the country and leveling the domain?" ”

In a silence, the boy was born, and since then he has been regarded as a prodigy, and he won the first place in one fell swoop when he was twelve years old.

In the same year, he ascended to the court again, was promoted to the second-grade governor and political envoy, and met Mo Ran in the Shangyuan Festival, the son's heart, but was a thirteen-year-old girl.

The girl is sixteen, Yaofang is innocent, and the young man is eighteen, and he is secretly in love.

Time flies in a blink of an eye, and the innocent smiling face of the past is now hidden in the mystery, and the young man promises every word.

The undercurrent is surging in the middle of the court, embattled on all sides, and between them is like a dark line that cannot be seen, and the past no longer exists.

In a trance, the man had already walked up to him.

He took out a white hosta from his sleeve and gently tied it into her bun.

Now, Su Moran, who is only seventeen years old, can only reach his shoulders, and even if he raises his eyes, he can only see his thin jaw.

"Before I came, I went to visit the Duobao Pavilion, and when I saw this hosta, I thought it was very worthy of you, so I bought it."

In her previous life, she couldn't put down this hosta, and since Jiang Junqing inserted it into her bun, she wore the same bun for several days, just to match this hairpin.

Now that I think about it, these clumsy preferences are ridiculous.

She reached out and took the hosta into her arms, without looking at him, "I didn't have this hairpin when I came out just now, and it's not easy to wear it when I go back now." ”

Jiang Junqing was stunned for a moment, but soon suppressed the slight discomfort in her eyes.

When he saw her today, he felt that she was very alien from himself, and he felt that Su Moran was a little different from the past, but he couldn't say what was the difference.

He invited her to sit down and made her a cup of tea, "I heard that you accidentally fell into the water a few days ago, how are you doing today?" ”

"It's okay, don't worry."

Jiang Junqing held the teapot for a moment, and a drop of water splashed silently on the table, and then put the teapot back in its place.

"Today, Mo Ran is very alien to me?"

Su Moran hid his face and smiled, "Where do you start with this?" ”

"You never called me 'Lord Wang' before."

Yes, in the last life, they got along for a long time, and she always called him Junqing, but after he ascended the throne as the emperor, she never called him so affectionately, and now she really can't call him the word "Junqing".

"Mo Ran has thought about it carefully, even though I have known the prince for several years, but after all, there is a difference between respect and inferiority, and I still pay attention to some good etiquette, so don't let others fall into the tongue."

Hearing this, Jiang Junqing just laughed.

"By the way, it's the Qixi Festival in a few days, you ......"

Su Moran interrupted his desire to speak at the moment, she lowered her eyes to avoid Jiang Junqing's eyes, "There is a Tanabata Festival every year, how is this year different from usual, Mo Ran doesn't know what the prince means." ”

He suppressed a smile, unexpectedly serious, "I said, one day, the country will be hired, and I will marry you as the queen, do you remember?" ”

"Yes." There won't be a day.

You are destined to be king, and I will not be crowned again.

"You just have to remember." After saying that, his eyes fluctuated and could not hide the gentleness, and then he held Su Moran's hand.

There was a brief warmth from her fingertips, and then with a little early autumn cold, she stared at the hands in front of her slightly, but they were white and clean, and her knuckles were distinct.

She delicately pulled out her hand, and smiled softly in an instant, like a rattle, "The prince wrote a letter to invite Mo Ran to come here just for this matter?" She looked at Jiang Junqing, her lips were smiling, but her eyes didn't see the temperature, "The prince specially came to remind Mo Ran, only the prince can marry Mo Ran in this world?" ”

He tilted his head and smiled without saying a word, but he was told to think about it.

"That's right, only this king is qualified enough to marry you in this world, and only you are qualified to sit on the throne in the future."

Su Moran could feel the gaze coming from her side, like the willow catkins budding in spring, soft and soft, and like the dry and strong sun at the end of summer, she tried to avoid him, such a look actually made her a little breathless.

She got up and walked to the door, "It's a long road, Mo Ran still wishes the prince one day to rule the world." ”

"That's nature."

She didn't look back, she walked neatly, leaving that discerning gaze behind her.

Coming out of Guangju Xuan, and then returning to Huanyi Pavilion the same way, it was only an hour or so.

She and Liu Ying came down from the fourth floor, and really saw that the faces of the guards sent by Ge Shuwang were pale, and they were afraid that if she came a little bit late, they would rush upstairs.

Su Moran glanced at them, "Why are you so impetuous?" I've just tried a few more, and you can't hold it back? ”

Several people were really frightened, and they lowered their heads, not daring to say anything.

Returning to Su Mansion, Su Moran went straight back to his courtyard, half-lying on the beauty couch on his side, supporting his forehead with one hand and playing with the white hosta with the other.

He does know her very well, Su Moran knows that the regent Jiang Junqing is good at perceiving people's hearts, and even the style of a hairpin has won her heart.

However, after all, she is no longer as innocent and pampered as in her previous life.

At this time, there was a "crunch", the heavy red lacquered wooden door was pushed open, and Bi Luo Yingying walked in and put the tea cup on the small table next to the beauty couch.

She turned her gaze and caught a glimpse of the extra white hosta in Mo Ran's hand, and smirked alone, "The regent really knows the second lady very well, and even a hairpin is just right." ”

Hearing this, Su Mo raised his lips and said nothing, put the hairpin on the desk, picked up the tea cup, the porcelain lid floated over the green leaves, took a sip, and asked, "But there is news, when will my eldest brother come back?" ”

Ge Shuwang also has a son, a few years older than her, named Su Jinnian.

The northern border is in turmoil, there are often barbarian invasions, burning, killing and looting, and the border people are not at peace.

In his previous life, even though he had fought all his life and made great achievements, in the end, he couldn't see Su Moran in a high position, and in the end, he ended up in a situation where he was shrouded in horse leather.

In Su Moran's short twenty-seven years of life, he rarely gave this sister who was not yet related by blood a lot of favoritism.

Thinking of this, a faint sigh melts into the boundless night.

coincided with the Chinese Valentine's Day, Ge Shuwang summoned Su Jinnian back this time, and the reason for this Su Moran probably knew that although Su Jinnian was young and promising, he was now a well-known general in Beijing, but his age was not waiting, and now he had already passed the age of the weak crown, and he was still alone, how could Ge Shuwang not be in a hurry.

It was getting late, and Bi Luo fiddled with the wick of the candle, and the warm yellow light and shadow cast her slightly leaning shadow on the wall, and then she got up and slowly retreated.

The room was quiet again, and Su Moran stretched out his hand to push open the window on his knees, and lay down again.