Rong Ruo kept his mouth shut, and tears almost overflowed without a smile.

At this time, Huai Sleeve and Bagen in the center of the venue had also finished singing a Mongolian song, and according to Mongolian etiquette, there were servants next to them who brought up a white hata and a silver bowl full of mare's milk wine.

Huai Sleeve knew this rule, took the silver bowl first, and held it high in both hands to pay tribute to Bagan.

Bagan took the silver bowl, stared at the cheek of the sleeve for a moment, raised his face and drank it all, and then the sleeve held the white Hada, and when Bagan bent down, he gently hung the hata around his neck.

When he bowed down, he lowered his eyes, and inadvertently saw a sachet hanging next to Bagen's belt......

Huai Sleeve couldn't help but glance up at Bagan, turned around and walked back.

At this time, Concubine Yu suddenly clapped her hands and praised: "The young prince is not only heroic and extraordinary, but even his singing voice is so tactful and melodious, and he really has a heroic bearing. With that, he raised his glass and saluted Bagan.

When everyone on the side heard Concubine Yu's words, they all echoed it, but unexpectedly, Concubine Yu's lips opened slightly, and Bo Han said with a smile: "Look, the young prince and the princess are very compatible." ”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone on the side showed a slight surprise, these days, who didn't know that all the concubines in the harem were not allowed to approach the saint, only one person served Kangxi in Qingning Palace, and first gave jade Ruyi, and then gave around Liangqin, there have been rumors inside and outside the palace that Kangxi is quite fond of the princess.

At this time, when Concubine Yu said this, everyone unconsciously moved their eyes to Xiang Kangxi and observed the holy face.

I saw Kangxi smiling kindly, and said softly: "The young prince and the princess are of the same age, and they are both the best among people, standing in a natural and harmonious place. ”

After that, he raised the cup and saluted to Bagen: "The young prince's song just now made my ears and eyes happy, I didn't expect the young prince's riding and archery skills to be so good, and the singing voice is so melodious. ”

After that, he looked at Rong Ruo, who was sitting next to him, and said with a smile: "You are quite similar to me, Lord Rong, the first-class guard in front of the emperor. Although Rong Ruo is not good at singing and dancing, he is very good at poetry and music. ”

Rong Ruo heard Kangxi's praise, hurriedly got up and saluted Kangxi first, and toasted each other with Bagen.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone turned their attention back to the two of them, Huai Sleeve quietly moved to Li De's body, leaned in Li Dequan's ear and said, "Father-in-law Li, I am not feeling well at this time, so I will go back first." ”

Li Dequan understood it just now, and knew that she was quite embarrassed tonight, so he nodded lightly.

Huai Sleeve quietly withdrew from the banquet and went to his felt tent. At the banquet here, Kangxi put down his wine glass, and his eyes had already seen his sleeves quietly retreat.

After getting along for these days, Kangxi has understood that Huai Sleeve is used to being quiet and self-contained on weekdays, and many troubles are always entangled in her tonight.

Concubine Yu deliberately threw out Fang Cai's words, thinking that everyone on the side would echo the same, but she didn't want everyone to be afraid of the rumors between Kangxi and Huai Sleeve, so they didn't dare to say a word, so they all fell silent.

Concubine Yu had already realized that she was speechless, and when she put down the cup, she quietly observed Kangxi's face, and when she saw the cool wind in Kangxi's eyes when she put down the cup, she was afraid in her heart, and hurriedly lowered her eyes.

The banquet continued, and Rong Ruo naturally saw her sleeves leaving the banquet, although she was a little stunned in her heart, but she finally felt that she had retreated.

All night, how could he ignore the scorching light of the young prince Bagen's sleeves, and just now Concubine Yu suddenly said a word, he almost fell off the cup in his hand, looking at the sleeves gradually tired, he also felt pity, but he could only use words to distract everyone's eyes from bothering her, and fight for a moment of peace for her......

The sound of the orchestra was gradually left behind, and tonight's grassland sang and danced, and the bonfire was fierce. Everyone raised their glasses and drank gluttony, but only their sleeves were in their arms, but they felt extremely tired and lonely.

Gradually leaving the crowd, the wind became stronger, blowing a clear and slightly cold cool air, caressing the cheeks of the sleeves, feeling particularly refreshing and comfortable.

Suddenly not wanting to go back to the felt tent, he turned around and walked towards the inky grassland outside the camp. I don't know how far I walked, but I walked around a small mountain bag, and I couldn't see the bright bonfire at all, nor could I hear the noisy human voices, only the wind was whispering and singing softly, and the open space was exceptionally quiet.

Why is it lonely? Lying on his back on the meadow with his sleeves in his arms, the scenery full of stars and a wide silver ribbon suddenly appeared in his heart.

"In the high pavilion, the smoke and light of the chaotic mountains and plains are thin. The smoke is thin, and after the crow returns, the twilight sky smells the horns. The broken incense and residual wine are evil, and the west wind urges the sycamore to fall. The sycamore falls, and the autumn colors are still there, and the loneliness is ......"

With his sleeves tactful, he unconsciously recited this song "Remembering Qin'e" by Li Qingzhao, broken incense and residual wine, fragrant and smelly, and wine to drink, which should have been a fortunate thing, but why did it become a broken incense and residual wine? Why are you still feeling evil? Thinking about left and right is always the last word to break the sky, just because of loneliness, and still lonely.

Loneliness is not an emotion born out of nowhere, when you are alone, you will never be lonely if you have no obstacles in your heart, it is just a big deal to be lonely, only thinking about it will hook up loneliness.

Huai Sleeve thought of Li Qingzhao, who was leaning on a tall building alone and looking alone from the railing, and couldn't help but sigh: If Zhao Mingcheng is still in the world and still around, even if the country is ruined and the family is destroyed, this female lyricist may not feel so lonely, right?

Thinking about this, Huai Sleeve couldn't help but feel a deeper longing for Rong Ruo in his heart, and he couldn't help but be impulsive. I can't wait to run in front of everyone at this time, desperately pray to the emperor, and let her be with Rong Ruo, even if the two of them go together to be the end of the world, Mo Shangtian, silkworm farming and weaving for a living......

Whenever I think about these things, there is always a depression that has nowhere to put in my sleeves and tightly choke my thoughts, I just want to vent it as soon as possible, I stretched out my hand and pulled it hard, but a handful of withered grass cut my palms painfully, and remembered the deliberate words of Concubine Yu, Huai Sleeves screamed with anger in her heart, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, waving her fists and feet, Huo Huo was angry. I don't know who the enemy is the illusion, but it is as if there is an invisible wall around him approaching him.

Holding a dantian qi in his arms, tossing and turning, there is no routine in stretching his arms and hooking his legs, but it is like fighting with an invisible trapped beast, either you die or I live.

Huai Sleeve's mind was blank, only the wind in his ears was whirring, and the mandarin duck legs under his feet jumped into the air, and he suddenly turned around and punched his heart, "Bang!" With a bang, he pounded impartially on a thick chest.

Huai Sleeve was shocked in her heart, and she didn't know when someone was standing behind her, but she didn't even notice it.

Under the faint starlight, Huai Sleeve gradually recognized the bright and clean face of Qi Chi Fanyu, in the dark, thoughts climbed out from the bottom of his heart like vines, unnoticed but intensified, finally, the mist blurred everything in front of him, and Huai Sleeve threw himself into that thick chest.