In the autumn rain, the palace people lowered the curtain in the corridor, and the rain that was originally flying obliquely was immediately blocked out, and the chill was reduced a lot.

Outside the Wenhua Palace, a golden cinnamon tree bloomed to the extreme, and the fragrance seeped through the fine stitches of the curtain, and diffused into the hall from the half-hidden panes. Although the ambergris is burning, it has also been robbed of some momentum by this cinnamon fragrance.

Kirirou was on the side of the sandalwood shelf, quietly arranging the scrolls, occasionally making a snorting sound.

From time to time, her eyes looked at the person behind the case through the gap in the frame, and she couldn't tell what it was like.

Zhu Yunwen was reading a battle report, but his eyes did not fall on it, and he had already penetrated between the lines, and there was no certainty.

Geng Bingwen was defeated, and the imperial army suffered heavy casualties, and retreated into Zhending City to defend it...... More than 100,000 people were beaten and fled by tens of thousands of people...... King Yan set up a mysterious array and attacked again and again, but Zhu Neng only brought 30 people, and captured 3,000 court troops...... The Hutuo River is full of floating corpses......

A person's emotions are the most worrying when they can't see anything in the eyes of others. The way Kirirou looked at him, that's how she felt.

The people in the hall were sent out by him early, leaving him alone, but Tong Rou was a little hesitant at the moment, whether he should step forward and do something.

If she is sad and sad, her sister will definitely stay by her side, and she will not be comforted, but she will tell some interesting stories in the market and listen to herself. Laughing a lot, Tong Rou quickly forgot about the uncomfortable things.

But he's different.

He sat there alone at any given time.

He must be very lonely, Kirou thought. Queen Ma was very good to him, but due to the etiquette in the palace, she only respected each other. Sometimes it's not right to say more. Not to mention talking to the knees and reassuring ......

The people who were waiting beside him avoided as much as possible, and were obedient and alienated. If he has something uncomfortable, to whom should he speak?

Tong Rou suddenly felt that this emperor was not as glorious and majestic as the book said. The book never says that they are weak, wronged, hesitant and lost, but they must have it...... At least the current one, it looks very uncomfortable.

Tong Rou quietly withdrew from the inner hall, stood under the porch, and reached out to break a branch of golden cinnamon that had bloomed just right. The yellow and clear flower bones are finely clustered on the branches, embellished with rainwater, clear and crystalline.

She crept back to the inner sanctum, carefully inserting the stick into the celadon vase on his desk.

In the meantime, she didn't make a sound. But when the osmanthus was inserted, he raised his eyes.

"This branch is very good." He said.

His voice was a little hoarse, and Tong Rou was stunned when he listened. Before he could react, he had already thrown the fold in his hand to the ground, got up to lift the green hair, swept the purple inkstone, and dipped it in ink.

A piece of peach blossom paper in front of him, white and delicate, revealing a little natural texture like a peach blossom......

The laurel trees are clustered and secluded in the mountains, and the branches are curled up and curled up with each other...... The apes roared, the tigers and leopards howled, and the laurel branches chatted and drowned. Wang Sun wanders and does not return, and the spring grass is full of flowers...... The shape is desolate and desolate...... Tigers and leopards fight and bear roar, and birds and beasts are terrified and killed......

The last sentence "Wang Sunxi returns, you can't stay in the mountains for a long time" penetrated the back of the paper, the ink splashed, and a few drops fell between his long fingers, and his hand holding Qinghao trembled almost imperceptibly.

His words have always been elegant and elegant, and every time the paper falls like a cloud of smoke. However, this one is full of sorrow.

Tong Rou was still grinding ink at first, but later she was stunned by this momentum and stood aside.

With a click, the pen fell on the paper, and the ink color quickly spread between the peach blossom lines, covering the handwriting......

Only then did Tong Rou come back to her senses, took a handkerchief on the side and moistened it with water, and carefully wiped the ink between his fingers.

"Mr. Woman once said that the source of "The Hill is Cong Gui and Keeps People, and the Wind is Long Wind and Horses" in "The Dead Tree Fu" is the source of this "Recruiting Hermits". At that time, we were asked to find out the many allusions in the meantime, and we also had to find out which trees were mentioned in the fu......" she whispered as she carefully wiped it.

"I didn't know that the willow trees that used to be planted in Hannan were just outside Jinling City in the mountains. The lady punished me for copying the book, and also punished me to break a willow branch......"

"There are many herbs in the mountains, and my father often goes there to pick them, so I went with my father......" She changed her clean veil and continued to wipe it for him.

"Have you ever found ......" Zhu Yunwen suddenly spoke, startling her.

She was standing beside him at the moment, his gaze still falling on the words, and the chaos in his eyes had calmed down a lot.

Tong Rou's face turned red, "At that time, I couldn't find it, holding a willow tree...... Crying a lot......"

He saw that her face was crimson, her eyes were shining, her mouth was slightly pursed, and her expression was a little embarrassed and coquettish.

She bit her lip and said: "After that, I broke a branch and brought it back, and after seeing it, Mr. said that a thousand years ago, Huan Gong went north to climb the branches and hold the strip and shed tears, and now there is a woman who hugs the tree and cries like this......"

Zhu Yunwen smiled, "Mr. Woman said it well......"

Tong Rou looked up and saw him smiling, and immediately showed her face, saw a drop of ink on his cheek, and reached out to wipe it away. Before his fingertips could touch it, he grabbed his hand.

Since he was a child, he has never seen such a splendid and unrestrained smile Yan Yan, Zhu Yunwen only felt that it was rare to be happy and comfortable in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to be close to her.

He took her into his arms, and the breath was not half a trace of fat powder, only clear, like the first rain in the morning and the new orchid......

Tong Rou was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she didn't know what to do, her body stiffened, and she trembled slightly. Seeing him leaning over and seeming to hesitate for a moment, his lips finally fell on his forehead, lingering for a moment before leaving.

Her mind was booming, but the breath on his body, although unfamiliar, smelled very good.

She couldn't help but think that when she first saw him, the summer night was long in the pine forest by the lake......

Zhu Yunwen was surprised when she looked surprised, but she was not flustered and annoyed, her bright eyes were slightly at a loss, and a little bit of shame was faint on her cheeks......

He suddenly thought about one thing clearly, he had been hesitant before, but at this moment, somehow, he made up his mind.

He let go of her, and suddenly said loudly: "Xuan, Huang Zicheng Qi Taifang filial piety ......"

Tong Rou waited outside the hall, and her heart was still as difficult to settle as a deer.

Soon, I watched several adults rush in with expressions. The candles in the hall were bright, and several people sometimes raised their voices, as if they were arguing, but they couldn't really hear it.

After a long time, the inner eunuch who had announced the order hurried out and soon disappeared outside the palace gate.

When she finally calmed down, she saw a man pacing from the depths of the corridor.

His gait was graceful and handsome, and he was not as introverted as the ordinary foreign ministers, but on the contrary, he seemed to be strolling leisurely.

When he arrived at Tongrou's side and was about to enter the hall, his gaze fell on her face intentionally or unintentionally, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised a meaningful smile.