The wine was light and affectionate, and Xuanhe had a dream.

In a trance, it was still the years of harmony between the emperor and the queen, Yuqing was the queen at the beginning, after those long days, after so many deceits, and finally stood by her side in a dignified manner, she was so happy, smiling like the moon of the first ten, so gentle, the quiet appearance of the years, Xuanhe has been remembered until now.

She was his own wife, different from the other concubines, and this was the promise he made to her.

Later, he had Yijia who could help his forces, and Xu Qianshi who answered for him, and a few days ago Jiangnan came to Yuqingli.

The Yu family is twenty-eight, like her that year.

As soon as she raised her eyes, she was stunned, and made an exception to skip the rank and become a nobleman, and Father-in-law Yao chattered for a long time, and Xuanhe felt that he was really old, and he became more and more nagging.

These beautiful and noble-born women only feel alienated after being happy with a momentary emotion. After all, their hearts are different from their own, except for Yuqing.

At that time, she was still an orphan girl, hiding in the corner of the stone temple in ragged clothes, with a pair of apricot eyes as clean as paper, looking at the passers-by stupidly.

Xuanhe decided to keep her by his side because of those eyes, because in the palace, he had no one to trust, no one to use, and no one to sue.

He hadn't seen such clear and clean eyes in a long time.

Yuqing, on the second day she arrived at the Prince's Mansion, she got a name for her, such as Yuqing, which is very suitable for her.

Nine years, like an old dream.

Xuanhe vaguely shouted Yuqing's name in his dream, as if he had said a lot.

Yuqing lay on the bed, clutching the quilt tightly, tears gushing like a spring, falling on the pillow and turning into tears.

Xuan and Yuqing startled her.

He seemed to dream of himself often, and every time such a cry seemed to clean her heart.

The man Yuqing has loved for so many years has such a good-looking skin, a sharp and clear face, a tall nose bridge, and thin lips.

Yuqing looked at Xuanhe through the light under the corridor that came in through the window. Such a appearance is destined for him to be a chic and handsome beautiful man, and it is also destined for countless beautiful concubines to fall in love with him.

She swiped the tip of his nose slightly, and her lips fell.

"I won't live long, and I don't know how long I can stay with you......"

Yuqing gently hugged him from the side, and her voice couldn't be suppressed: "I've been really happy to know you for a long time... I'm sorry, I'm going to die......"

After a long time, Yuqing finally couldn't help crying in a low voice: "Childe... It's a pity that I can't survive the winter, otherwise we can watch the snow together..."

Xuanhe slept very tired this night, and had many dreams, dreaming of ten-year-old Yuqing, dreaming of Yuqing who became the queen...

I dreamed that the heavy snow in Chang'an was falling, the plum blossoms were all over the garden, Yuqing put on the peony fox fur, and went away in the wind and snow, the clothes were flying, and she walked towards the outside of Yong'an Palace without looking back, Xuanhe called her, but she couldn't hear it, he was panicked, and chased like crazy, but he was always one step short.

Until she walked out of the palace gate and disappeared at the end of the long street, Xuanhe could no longer catch up......