From the wide range of hearings, word by word seemed to explode in his brain, rumbling to burn him. He slammed his head into the beams of the carriage and shook the carriage slightly.

He didn't care about being dizzy, lifted the curtain, jumped out of the carriage, and ran all the way back.

There was a drizzle in the sky, and it was pouring down on the face, flowing down the neck into the clothes, and it was cold to the bone. He couldn't care about anything, and there was only one thought in his heart—he wanted to see her.

Wan Bai was startled, didn't have time to think about it, got out of the car in a panic, and ran towards him.

Since the day of marriage, he has always been gentle and calm in front of her, and he has never been so depressed and panicked as he is today. The blood blisters on her feet had long been worn out, and her heart hurt, but she still ran forward desperately, just wanting to catch up with him.

I don't know how long he ran, he finally stopped, she stood in front of him, saw that his forehead was bruised, distressed, reached out to rub it, but he turned his head.

Her hand was withdrawn empty, and a thousand feelings welled up in her heart, and she wanted to say something again, but she opened her mouth, but she didn't know where to start.

The little maid had already hurried over, and she didn't dare to speak, so she only opened a paper umbrella to cover the two from the rain.

Both of them were half-wet in their robes and skirts, and they stood in the rain from Guang Guang, looking around, and they didn't know where their way back was. His heart rose and fell violently, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

He turned his head to look at Wan Bai, and saw that she was wearing a heavy grade court dress, and her neck couldn't be straightened by the pressure of Zhu Hai on her head, and she was holding her skirt in one hand, half leaning on the maidservant, revealing her little lotus petal feet soaked in mud.

His heart finally calmed down a little, and a little guilt came to him.

After a long time, he whispered, "Go back." ”

Wan Bai nodded, wanting to turn around, but there was a pain in his foot, almost crooked. Congguang took pity on him, hugged Wan Bai horizontally, she leaned her face on his chest, through the cold and wet clothes, heard his heart pounding, and there was some joy in the blessing of misfortune.

This is the first time he has taken the initiative to hug her.

Even if she was stupid, she always knew that there was someone else in his heart.

The first time I saw him, he was lying on the bed, pale as paper, unconscious, and the same name was muttered all the time. The name was like a sharp blade, and every time it came out of his mouth in the middle of the night, it was like a stab in her chest, and it hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.

Still, she was satisfied.

Her mother had been the most famous prostitute in the Golan, and she had been taken as a concubine because she was pregnant, and she had almost no status in the family, and when she was just in her prime, her father had been trying to give her away as a concubine to some politician in order to buy people's hearts. But by mistake, she married the Empress Dowager's most beloved nephew.

He was sick on the bed, dying, and she knew that she was married for the sake of joy.

Even so, she fell in love with him, so she was not afraid that she might become a widow, and married him with joy. She didn't live up to her expectations, he was really cured, and he was cured of such an incurable plague.

The Queen Mother was overjoyed and named her the county lord.

In fact, she didn't care about that at all, what made her really happy was that since Guang was well, whether it was treating her or her mother, it was very good, and even the housewife had to smile when she saw her, and she didn't dare to bully her mother anymore. She often thinks that it is probably because she has cultivated a lot of blessings in her previous life that Lang Jun, who can cultivate so handsome and kind, can be regarded as satisfied in this life.

Congguang carried Yunbai into the carriage, but he turned over and rode on the horse.

Wan Bai was worried that he was cold, so he lifted the curtain and said, "Erlang, it's too cold outside, don't ride a horse." He watched her speak, his lips opening and closing, and the words came into his ears clearly, but he didn't know what they meant.

There was a clammy cold air all around, and the north wind slashed at the face like a sharp blade, but it was a numb pain. He sat on the horse, and his mind was full of the hazy green gauze figure in the pavilion, such melancholy and resentment, she should recognize herself, so she turned sideways and hung her head so low.

She didn't even recognize herself.

Zifei has been following behind Congguang until the palace gate.

The rain was dripping, the mist filled the sky and the earth, her shoes and socks were soaked, her toes were cold to the bone, and she walked forward step by step. She thought to herself, if he turned back, she would call him. A few times, he just turned his face slightly, and she was so nervous that she almost bit her tongue off.

But he didn't look back, he just turned his face sideways, smiled at the woman in his arms.

She was so close to him that she could even see the curvature of his lips when he smiled, which she had seen a thousand times in her dreams, and now it was in front of her, but it was even more out of reach than a dream. She seemed to be able to smell him, a scent that was indescribably unique to him, a scent that belonged to him alone, a scent of her covetousness.

They turned the palace gate and disappeared beyond the palace walls. She stood in the rain, and she didn't know how long it took before she slowly turned around and walked back. Maybe she will never meet again in this life, and even if she does, she can only look at it from a distance, and from then on, she has no more to rely on.

My heart was so empty that it seemed to be able to pour the wind into the wind, and there was a whistling sound.

Tears fell silently, she stroked her face with her sleeve, raised a self-deprecating smile, and said, "Zifei, it's not a big deal, as long as he lives, isn't it as you wish?" You can't be too greedy and want everything. She walked in the rain and mist, and the green yarn was blown up by the wind, and they floated up, bloomed, fell again, and annihilated. The black clouds in the sky overwhelmed the city, and there were also a few rays of bright light breaking through the clouds, as if they were about to bloom with flowing colors.

In the blink of an eye, the Lantern Festival is imminent, from the thirteenth day of the first month, the palace can't help but stay all night, congratulate for five days, each hall is dressed up with flowers, the lights are brilliant, until the 17th day of the party's light.

According to the practice of previous years, the official family wrote more than ten lantern riddles and pasted them on the lanterns, and all the people in the harem as long as they guessed correctly, regardless of rank and status, they could receive wine in front of the emperor and drink with the emperor.

At night, the sky is as clear as water, the moon is as bright as a mirror, the official family leads the concubines to enjoy the lanterns in the imperial river, the Shanggong Bureau has already prepared a few Tang wood dragon boats, Concubine De, Dong Zhaoyi, Zhang Jieyu, Lan Meiren and the emperor accompanied, and the rest of the concubines sat down according to the rank. There are tables and chairs in the middle of the boat, and a variety of delicate snacks and wines are placed on the table.

There are drivers standing on both sides of the palm, the imperial concubine is standing on the head of the boat to watch the lantern, and there are palace maids holding embroidered handkerchiefs, gargles, clothes, scarves and other things standing at the end of the boat and standing quietly.

The royal river is like a swimming dragon, and it is pure and down.

The dragon boat swims very slowly, and the willow and apricot trees on both sides are dead branches, and the flowers and leaves are made of silk cloth paper and other materials to decorate the branches. All kinds of intricate and diverse lanterns are hung on the trees, there are five-color glass lamps in Suzhou, white jade lamps in Fuzhou, boneless lamps in Xin'an, etc., which pay tribute from everywhere, each plant is hung with more than 10 lamps, a total of more than 20,000 lanterns are burned, such as silver flowers and snow, reflected in the water, and the stars are reflected in the light, making people dazzled, suddenly like a dream.

Has entered the corner, the eyes suddenly opened, only to see a huge lamp tower standing in front of the eyes, up to more than 30 rooms, more than 100 feet high, there are the Manjushri Bodhisattva straddling lions formed by picking and knotting, Fuxian Bodhisattva riding a white elephant and other decorations, the golden light is bright, flashing like a shower, extremely magnificent.

Even Zhao Zhen said: "It is a good scenery in the world." Seeing its luxury, I couldn't help but sigh secretly that it was too wasteful.

After swimming through the boat, everyone enjoyed a feast in the vertical arch hall. In the court, the female music of Xianshao Yuan danced, and the warbler sang shallowly. There are also concubines who guessed the riddles and stepped forward to receive the wine, the drums were noisy, talking and laughing, and there was a prosperous scene.

The wine was half drunk, Zhao Zhen leaned on the stool hand to watch the music and dance, the willow branches and white sleeves were thrown into the air, floating and falling, and suddenly there was a bright light in front of him, a woman in red came out of it, only to see the red gauze bandeau, the mist smoke red mopping gauze skirt dragged a few feet on the ground, the face was picturesque, and the eyes were like autumn water. Everyone was stunned, and the person in front of them was Shang Cainu, who had been neglected for a long time.

Zhao Zhen hadn't been fortunate to be with her for a long time, and when he saw her at this time, he was quite amazed.

Lin Dong slowly walked to the front of the palace, with a smile in her eyebrows, Ying Ying leaned down and said, "Official, the concubine guessed the lantern riddle, I don't know if I can get the wine?" ”

Zhao Zhen remained silent and said, "If you guess correctly, you will naturally be rewarded." ”

Lin Dong handed the riddle uncovered from the lantern to the chamberlain, and said: "What is written on this paper is: It can make the demons brave and destroyed, and the body is like a bundle of silk and thunder." There was a shock, and the prime minister looked back and saw that it had turned to ashes. After a pause, he pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "The concubine guessed that it was a firecracker, I don't know if it's right?" ”

The banquet was originally smiling and smiling, but at this time it suddenly fell silent. Shang Lindong fought to the death with Queen Guo that day, although she was demoted, but after all, she could still stay in the palace, with her grand favor that day, everyone did not dare to peep, and they all looked at the official family's face carefully.

No matter how deep the love and hate are, they can't withstand the passage of time, let alone the woman who has been on a blind date with their own skin.

Seeing Zhao Zhen, he smiled slightly, and said, "Give Shang Cai the female imperial wine." The waiter brought the wine to Lindong, but she didn't meet it, but took a step back and said, "The concubine doesn't dare to drink it." ”

Concubine De has been busy with all things in the New Year recently, and forgot to ask about Huifu Yuan for a while, and suddenly saw Shang Lindong appearing, and she felt like she was facing a great enemy. She didn't know the deep meaning of the officials, and she didn't dare to offend, so she just sat in the seat and watched the changes.

It was Dong Zhaoyi, who said bluntly: "What is Shang Cainu for?" After uncovering the lantern riddle and coming to receive the reward, but not drinking the imperial wine, wouldn't it be a child's play to the emperor's order? "Lang Yue is usually good friends with Dong Zhaoyi, but at this time, she only picked up the plum blossom drinking pot and poured a glass of wine, and drank it on her lips.

Li Meiren is accustomed to observing words and feelings, looking at Lin Dong's face is calm, as if she is confident, her mind turned, and she smiled: "Shang Cainu is weak and has always been bad at drinking, Zhaoyi is wrong to blame her." ”

Dong Zhaoyi didn't want Li Meiren to refute her words, so she glanced at her fiercely, and then smiled: "I forgot, you have been close to Shang Cainu in the past, so naturally you know her best." ”

Li Meiren hurriedly got up and looked at Dong Zhaoyi, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "If you talk about this, I know that you like Bixiang wine the most, Concubine De loves hibiscus wine the most, Zhang Jieyu and Lan Meiren rarely drink alcohol on weekdays, and the official family prefers bamboo leaves." After speaking, everyone was amazed, and even Zhao Zhen couldn't help asking: "How can you be so accessible?" ”

Li Meiren blessed Zhao Zhen with a blessing, and said: "I usually play with the harem sisters, and sometimes I am afraid that I will not take good care of them, so I will write down my likes and dislikes." After a pause, he said: "The concubine is stupid, so she can only think about such trivial things. ”

Zhao Zhen nodded and said, "I think you're smart." Then he said to Lin Dong, who was standing in the court, "If you don't want to, don't drink, retreat." ”

Lin Dong only stood still, her voice was as soft as silk, but the words were in her ears, and she said, "It's not that the concubine doesn't want to drink, but she can't drink." ”

Zhao Zhen laughed and asked, "What, I'm afraid that it won't be poisoned by wine?" ”

Lindong still stood quietly, and the night breeze blew her light gauze red dress high, wrapping around her body, like a celestial. She raised her head proudly, and the coquettish and fierce color between her eyebrows and eyes was the same as before. She has been neglected for a long time, and she can still have such momentum, even Concubine De can't help but be secretly surprised.

She slowly walked towards Zhao Zhen step by step, only three steps away, Fang stopped, and said softly: "Official, the concubine is pregnant." Such a light and thin sentence came into everyone's ears, but it was like a thunderbolt.

Zhao Zhen hadn't been fortunate to her for a long time, but he was a little incredulous, and only asked, "How long has it been?" ”

Lin Dong said: "It's been almost four months. ”

Concubine De secretly twisted the silk handkerchief, she knew that Zhao Zhen had few heirs, only a few princesses, and now the middle palace was hanging in the air, if Shang Lindong gave birth to a prince, it would not be impossible to enter the Ciyuan Palace. She watched Zhao Zhen's face gradually overflow with surprise, so she took out the deputy queen majesty and said, "Official, this is a big deal, it is better to ask the imperial doctor for consultation first." ”

Everyone followed the royal car to Huifu Garden, but Mo Lan was not greedy for excitement and went back to Ruyi Courtyard.

Qingqiu held Mo Lan's hand and walked slowly on the palace street, the lanterns on both sides were hanging high, shining brightly, and there was no need to mention the palace lanterns. Because everyone went to Huifu Garden, the street was empty.

Qingqiu said: "I didn't want Shang Cai Nu to have such a blessing, but I was afraid that even Concubine De would not expect it." ”

Mo Lan didn't speak, and she couldn't see the look on her face, she looked up at the bright moon in the sky, thinking that Zhao Zhen was talking softly beside the woman at this time, which was a little difficult to understand.

Qingqiu was afraid that Mo Lan wouldn't be able to think about it, and said: "Niangniang doesn't have to be sad, there are many concubines in the harem, and pregnancy is inevitable, as long as the official family often comes to Ruyi Courtyard, Niangniang doesn't have to be afraid." ”

Mo Lan sighed, moved the lotus step lightly, and did not speak.

When he returned to his temple, he changed into homely clothes, took off his makeup, and suddenly felt that the shrine was clear. She felt stunned in her heart, as if she had lost a very precious object, and she didn't know how to look for it, only empty melancholy. Suddenly, I saw a pen and ink on the case, and there were still words that I hadn't finished yesterday, so I took the pen and continued to write.

She has never liked to write, and she doesn't write well, so she has nothing to do, so she found a copy of the Yellow Emperor's internal scriptures to copy. She grinds carefully one by one, but it has a calming effect. There was an internal servant from the outside, and Mo Lan's hand shook slightly, and the pen was obliquely horizontal, and the whole word was completely wasted.

She was troubled, so she put down her pen, sat down on a wicker chair, and asked, "What is the matter?" ”

The waiter said: "Shang Meiren's pregnancy dragon heir is meritorious, and she will be given back her original rank." ”

Mo Lan was stunned, and Fang said, "Got it." ”

Qingqiu came in with lotus seed tea, handed it to Mo Lan and said, "Niangniang drink tea to clear your heart." ”

Mo Lan looked at the tea, a smile rose on his lips, and said, "Good girl, even the Qingxin tea is ready." ”

Qingqiu saw a smile on Mo Lan's face, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I'm afraid that the harem ladies are all drinking this tea." Moran was amused by her, drank tea, picked up the pen and wrote again, rewrote the whole commentary, and went to bed until midnight.

Moran didn't sleep well, and didn't fall asleep until dawn, at this time she was sleeping soundly, and she felt a warm breath around her neck in a daze, she instinctively shrank into the bed, and reached out to brush it, only to feel that her tentacles were warm, and she said vaguely: "Don't make trouble, let me sleep for a while." ”

Zhao Zhen smiled: "Little lazy worm, I have all gone to court, but you are still sleeping." After a pause, he said narrowly: "Do you want me to help you dress?" With that, he reached for the buttons.

He actually unbuttoned the two buttons on his chest, revealing snow-white skin, and arched his head. She knew that she couldn't sleep anymore, so she had to sit up from the quilt and say, "You wait outside first, and then come in when I'm dressed." ”

Zhao Zhen smiled: "Let me dress you." ”

Moran reached out and pushed him off the bed and said, "Don't make a fuss." He looked out and said, "Qingqiu." Outside was silent, Liao Ruo was nobody, Zhao Zhen smiled: "I'm here, how dare they come in?" ”

She shrunk into the quilt and said, "If you don't let them in, how can I get dressed and washed?" ”

Zhao Zhen climbed into bed again and said, "Say, I will serve you." ”

Mo Lan turned his head and said, "You better go and serve Shang Meiren, she is pregnant with the dragon heir." ”

Zhao Zhen laughed, pinched her cheek, and said, "I know if you're going to be happy." ”

Zhao Zhen hugged her into his arms through the quilt, and said softly: "I heard that the lantern festival outside the palace is extremely lively, I have something to do today, can I take you to see it?" ”

Moran leaned into his arms, her body was warm, her face was crimson, and she said, "Nothing to do, don't go." ”

Zhao Zhen continued: "I went to see the lanterns, and then went to the county mansion to see Mo Chou?" I asked Chu Zifu and said that Mo Chou took her husband back to her parents' house today. ”

Moran said: "You're not afraid of the ministers' admonition? ”

Zhao Zhen saw that her eyes were wandering, and she was shallow and disgusted, which was different from the charm of the past, so he kissed her on the lips unconsciously, and said vaguely: "What are you afraid of, I just went out of the palace once, and they didn't dare to talk nonsense." ”

Moran was kissed by him and his whole body was hot, and he finally pushed him away, before he shrank into the quilt, hid in the corner of the bed, and said, "I don't care, I'll talk about it when I wake up." ”

Zhao Zhen leaned over and hugged her, and said, "Little lazy worm, it's all three poles a day, and your waist will be sore." ”

Moran buried his head in the quilt and said in a muffled voice: "If you don't come, how can your waist be sore?" As soon as the words came out, her face turned red first, but fortunately, she was hiding under the quilt, and he couldn't see it.

Zhao Zhen didn't seem to care, only reached out and tore off the quilt on her head, leaning his face on her face, only to see that she deliberately closed her eyes, her long eyelashes were thick and black, and she trembled slightly. Although she has not been washed, her face is delicate and smooth, with red lips and a nose, and green silk like ink.

His breath warmly hit her face, making her tingle.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, she finally couldn't help it, opened her eyes, and said, "Okay, okay, I'll get up." Before he could get up, he kissed him and reached out to his chest. She was lazy and weak, her hands clasped the brocade belt around his waist, and she fell into a trance a little bit.