Rong Zheng didn't speak.

Xiao Tingchen came back too early, and what was even worse was that he also captured Empress Dowager Rong and Yuan Qin.

Without a prince in his hands, how could he justifiably let the Rong family control the throne?

As for the king of the northwest......

Who knows how many days it will take him to reach Chang'an?

He has read poetry and books since he was a child, and he knows that his chances of winning are too low.

Since Xiao Tingchen chose to return to Chang'an, this was almost a losing battle for him.

The wine spreads between the lips and teeth, and it is extremely bitter.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, "There is no turning back when you open the bow, even if you pick this road to heaven, even if you may be broken in the middle, there is no reason to turn back." ”

A strong wind blew open the windows.

The light and shadow were dim, and a few drops of rain were blown into Su Jiu's neck, cold and refreshing.

In just a few breaths, the pouring rain fell, and the noisy and noisy sound of torrential rain echoed among the thousands of palaces in the palace.

Su Jiu got up and closed the window and lit a few more glass lamps.

She whispered, "I'm a little tired and want to sleep." Could you please go out temporarily? ”

Rong Zheng smiled warmly.

He stared at Su wine, and there was seven infatuation in his eyes, and he lost three points.

He said softly: "I'm staying outside the hall, if Sister Su is afraid of thunder, just call me." ”

Su wine was indifferent.

Rong Zheng watched her step into the dormitory inside the beaded curtain, and the smile on her lips was lost.

He sighed softly, took out a book from his wide sleeve, and slowly flipped through it to the sound of rain.

Just like when I was a teenager.

Thunderstorms outside the window, and the lights in the hall are quiet.

The man in white is guarding the lights and the girls.

Wait for a rain to stop, and wait for a defeat.

……

The woman in the white dress stood under the eaves of the palace, tall and thin.

There was a white jade pearl hairpin on her bun, and she was dressed gracefully and elegantly as the person liked.

She folded her hands over her chest and looked up at the sky.

The dark clouds rolled low in the sky, as if they could touch the lightning in the clouds with a slender jade hand.

She stared quietly, and she didn't notice that the raindrops blowing in the wind wet her skirt.

The maid stepped forward, her face full of sadness, "County Lord, you have been blowing cold wind here for a long time, and if you don't go in, you should catch the cold." ”

"If I catch the cold, will he feel distressed?" Yuan Fuxue stretched out his hand into the rain curtain stupidly.

The raindrops hit the palms, fast and heavy.

She didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, her reddened eyelids drooped listlessly, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were full of resentment.

After a while, she asked lightly, "What about Rong Zheng?" ”

"I heard that I came back from Beicheng Tower, and now I am resting in the side hall of Qianhe Palace, can the county lord go over and take a look?"

Yuan Fuxue's tone could not hide her resentment, "He and Su Jiu are entangled, why should I please him?" ”

Saying this, his tone suddenly softened a little, and he said softly: "If it happens in the future, I allow him to be with Su Jiu, and then give up the position of his wife to Su Jiu, will he be able to look at me a few more times?" Will he be able to read me? ”

The girl's eyes were full of expectations, and the humility distressed the maid.

The maid comforted gently: "The county lord doesn't have to be like this, the slave heard that the prince brought Su Jiu to the North City Gate this morning in order to use her to make Xiao Tingchen retreat." The slave also heard that Xiangye hated Su Jiu very much, and it seemed that he was planning to chop off her hand! ”

Yuan Fuxue was stunned, "Su Jiu's hand...... Chopped? ”

"It seems that it is, and the specific slave and maid are not very clear."

A smile suddenly appeared on Yuan Fuxue's beautiful little face.

Like a fish that has dried up for too long touching a clear spring, it seems that a seedling that is about to wither meets nectar, she picked up her skirt, regardless of the heavy rain, and quickly ran towards the side hall of Qianhe Palace.

Although she grew up in the Northwest, she was especially afraid of lightning and thunder as a child.

But she's not afraid at all now.

Knowing that the man she rejoiced in had a change of heart, she couldn't wait to meet him.

In order to see him, she was not afraid of anything!

The girl was soaking wet, and pushed away the fan in the side hall of the Qianhe Palace.

There was a lamp like a bean in the hall, and Rong Zheng was sitting under the window looking through the scrolls.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the posture is as cold as the moon in the mountain stream.

He was born with red lips and white teeth, his contours were softer than spring water, and he was more dignified and beautiful than any man in the world.

"Brother Rong Zheng!" She called softly and walked towards him in surprise, "Su wine she-"

"Shh Rong Zheng didn't even raise his head, and turned a page of the book indifferently, "She's sleeping in the dormitory, your voice is quieter, don't disturb her." ”

The breezy words were like a basin of ice slag, drenching Yuan Fuxue from head to foot.

It was so cold and so cold, and it made her feel even more chilled than the heavy rain that had been showering all the way through.

The soft heart seemed to be stirred and turned by iron tongs, and the pain was so painful that she could barely breathe.

She slowly looked at the beaded curtain on one side.

At the end of the bead curtain is the dormitory, and there is a scarlet chaise longue against the wall, holding his forehead and sleeping on it, who is it not Su Jiu?!

She was completely neat, not even a single hair was harmed, let alone chopped off!

"Capacity...... Brother Rong Zheng ...... "Yuan Fuxue was dazed, "Su Jiu, why is she-"

"I told you to keep your voice quiet, don't you understand?" The man impatiently flipped a page of the book, "Get out!" ”

A cold word.

Ling Yuan Fuxue was completely heartbroken.

She slowly took a few steps back, stared deeply, and ran out of the side hall in despair.

Behind the bead curtain, Su Jiu opened his eyes.

She didn't fall asleep.

She raised her eyebrows, "So far, Yuan Fuxue is your biggest hole card, right?" If you offend her like this, aren't you afraid that King Su will refuse to help you? ”

Rong Zheng's eyebrows are like mountains.

He closed the scroll, "It doesn't matter. ”

He underestimated Xiao Tingchen, causing him to return to Chang'an earlier than he expected.

Even, he captured Empress Dowager Rong and Yuan Qin.

As for the king of Northwest Su, who knows how long it will take for his army to reach Chang'an?

Maybe seven days, maybe half a month, but for Xiao Tingchen, three days is enough to capture Chang'an!

One wrong step, one wrong step, he has no chance of turning the tables!

Su Jiu clearly captured the despair in the man's eyes.

She gently bit the tie of her skirt, and the thoughts in the deer's eyes drifted away.

Xiao Tingchen didn't care about her anymore, and even when she was about to have her hands chopped off, she was still indifferent.

It didn't matter to her who inherited the throne.

She smiled with a complicated smile on her lips, and continued to sleep amid the sound of the torrential rain knocking on the window.

……

The embroidered shoes stepped on the rain, and the splash stained the heavy skirt of Yuan Fuxue.

The hairpin ornament had already been lost in the run, her head full of green silk hanging down her waist, and a few strands of lacquered hair clinging to her cheeks, making her little face pale and desperate.

She ran to the Imperial Garden alone, and with the downpour, the water surface of the Imperial Garden Lotus Pond was a few inches higher, and the green lotus leaves were beaten by the raindrops, and the ensemble played into a desolate and sad music.

A piece of white silk was thrown onto the beam of the gazebo.

Yuan Fuxue's eyes were dazed, her chin rested on the knot of white silk, and she kicked over the embroidery pier with her soaked embroidered shoes.

The string of red bean beads on the wrist was inexplicably broken, and the plump and round red beans were scattered all over the ground, miserable and beautiful.

The red beans are affectionate, and the white clothes are innocent.

Through the mist-like rain curtain, the low chant of the singer came from far away in the pavilion of the Imperial Garden:

"Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring.

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely......"

She is a girl from Liangzhou in the northwest, and there is no lovesickness for her in the south.

May the incense soul return to his hometown, and never meet Rong Zheng again in the next life......

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Hey, I still haven't been able to write about the old dog's accession to the throne today