"Since ancient times, the Son of Heaven has been happy to see the prosperous times, and the people have enjoyed peace and tranquility, perhaps it is these grand scenes that the whole world is looking forward to, only in such heavens and earth, when people and gods celebrate together, it will appear more intensely!" Rong Ruo sighed, but he didn't know why in his heart, because of this prosperity, he was a little lonely.

"What about you?" Huai Sleeve asked as he stared at Rong Ruo's side face infatuatedly.

Rong Ruo was stunned, and was a little surprised by her sudden question.

"Do you linger in this prosperous elephant too?" Huai Sleeve asked again. The gaze was deep, and the black and white eyes faded away from the crystal of the past, but there was a layer of quiet profundity, as if overnight she was no longer the woman who had just reached the age of the year who lived in the house, which made Rong Ruosheng in a trance.

Rong Ruo took another sip of wine, his body gradually warmed up, his eyes were fixed on the face of the peach-colored sleeves on his cheeks reflected by the firelight, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the hand holding the sleeve tightly.

Singing slowly: "The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and it blows down, and the stars are like rain." The BMW carved car is full of incense, the sound of Feng Xiao moves, the pot light turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. "

The firelight ignited the deep brown eyes, and the heat made the sleeves pinch their faces, and they did not dare to look directly.

She was suddenly afraid, afraid that she would sink into those eyelashes, and she would be desperate, regardless of the general's mansion in the north of Xinjiang, the second sister in the capital, and the identities of each other.

The word "elopement" flashed in Huai Sleeve's mind, which made her suddenly feel a thrill in surprise, and hurriedly withdrew the hand that was clenched by Rong Ruo.

She suddenly remembered Bagen, when she left the Karaqin grassland, Bagen also said the same thing to her, she rejected Bagen's words at that time, and now she is throwing it in her ears, what happened to her tonight? Deep self-blame came to her heart, she almost forgot her identity because of her emotions, and ignored Ama Eniang!

Huai Sleeve suddenly withdrew his hand, Rong Ruo was not surprised, but his eyes were slightly dim, and he lowered his eyes deeply.

The inner struggle of Huai Sleeve Fang, the melancholy pain in his eyes, and the pair of tightly frowning eyebrows are all like smoke in Rong Ruo's heart. He didn't have to open his mouth to ask, he could already guess what he was thinking.

After a moment of silence, a gentle smile bloomed on Rong Ruo's face, as usual, which made people see like a spring breeze.

"Give" Rong Ruo handed the wine jug in his hand to Huai Sleeve.

When Huai Sleeve reached out to take the wine bag, he touched his warm gaze, and his heart suddenly became much calmer.

"You are what I have searched for thousands of times to find, you can rest assured, I will never give up easily, how to work hard is my business, as long as you are good, you don't need to think about the rest!" Rong Ruo's eyes stared at the flames, his eyes were burning, and his words were profound.

I don't know when a thick cloud accumulates in the sky, fluttering, a few snow flakes like white plum petals, fluttering. With his sleeves up, he looked at the starry sky by the firelight, and his eyes wandered away.

The sound of a leisurely flute suddenly sounded in his ears, and he looked sideways in surprise with his sleeves, and saw that Rong Ruo didn't know when, holding a long flute, and when he played, his eyes were deeply fixed on himself.

Huai Sleeve's eyes were hot, and he turned his face sideways, this Li Bai's "Autumn Wind Words" was composed by Rong Ruo, and it was blown out at this moment, and she was forced to cry.

When do you know when you will see each other? It's embarrassing to be on this night!

Huai sleeves slowly got up, retreated from the big coat on his body, the corners of his lips showed a gentle smile, stretched his arms, his long clothes were colorful, and his soft wrists were tactful, such as swimming fish and flying luan, Luo socks were fragrant, his steps were light, reflecting the firelight and snowflakes, and the cold breath was intertwined with the hot feelings, dancing out of the world.

Rong Ruo is blowing a flute, her eyes are always flowing on the fluttering posture of her sleeves, at this moment, she is as beautiful as a fairy in the dark night, as if her attendants will disappear into the world, as if she will only appear under the shallow moonlight at this moment......

Enter my lovesick door, know my lovesickness, long-term lovesickness, long-term memory, short-term lovesickness is infinite...... The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, Rong Ruo stepped forward with his eyes down, took the hand of his sleeve and said, "It's not too early, I promised your sister to return you safely." When he had finished speaking, he lifted her on his horse, and he turned over and got on the horse, wrapped his sleeves in his bosom, and spurred the horse back to the city.

The horse galloped, and the sleeves on the horseback suddenly looked up at Rong Ruo's side face, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and the sleeves had never seen Rong Ruo's silent and solemn expression.

The wind was still roaring wildly, and the look of Rong Ruo was lingering in his head, and he seemed to be hesitating in his heart, what was he hesitating about? Could it be that he flinched, thinking of this, the heart of his sleeve seemed to be stabbed by some sharp weapon, and his painful body couldn't help but shrink suddenly.

Rong Ruo didn't know the reason, but he felt that the person in his arms was tightening his body and thought it was cold, so he hugged him more tightly and continued to gallop on his horse.

Finally, the horse stopped at the door of the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of War, Rong Ruo gently put his sleeve firmly on the ground, and there was already a small servant in the house who came out to take the horse with the sleeve, but the sleeve stood in place, stretched out his hand and grabbed Rong Ruo's reins, raised his eyes, and stared at his handsome face.

Before entering the palace, this was the last time, looking at him so closely, Huai Sleeve felt irrepressible reluctance in his heart, and stretched out his hand to touch Rong Ruo's face.

"Go back, it'll freeze when it's cold." Rong Ruo soothed softly, but never got off the horse, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare. He was also afraid, afraid that he would no longer be able to move his feet.

"Little Gege, go back." Su Er came out of the house at some point and draped the thick fur in her hand over her sleeve.

Huai Sleeve stared at him, and finally let go of his hand, and walked up the steps with Su Er's support, he couldn't hear the sound of horses' hooves behind him, and Huai Sleeve knew that he was looking at her at the moment.

Walking up the stairs with his sleeves in his arms, he felt that his steps were extremely heavy, and how good it was for time to stand still, just at the moment when they could still get close to each other.

Finally, the last step was finished, and Huai Sleeve slowly turned around.

"I'm leaving......" Rong Ruo still pulled out a faint smile. The whip fell, and the horse was about to gallop out, but his sleeve suddenly turned around, galloped down the steps, and grabbed Rong Ruo's reins.

Rong Ruo was startled, and quickly pressed the reins of the horse, lowered his head and shouted softly: "Huai'er, you ......"

"What did you just want to say to me?" Huai Sleeve finally couldn't hold back and asked.

Rong Ruoran was silent, lowered his head and carefully looked at the beautiful face with his sleeves, stretched out his hand, stroked the beautiful face, and asked softly: "Wait for me in the lamplight!" "

With that, he gently pushed his sleeve and pulled away from the horse, and the horse's hooves splashed up on the residual snow on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, disappeared into the thick twilight.

The snow, still falling quietly, quietly condensed into ice crystals, condensed in the corners of his eyes, and shimmered like crystal-like stars.

I'll wait for you, I'll wait for you, even if it's until the lights are out......