Rong's mother took Dongyu to a small courtyard in the southwesternmost corner of the temple.

The paths on both sides of the courtyard are planted with verdant Hunan bamboos, and the green leaves are like tobacco in the breeze; In the courtyard, a hundred-year-old peach is planted, and three or two branches climb the wall to come out, and the red and tender stamen are like a brocade.

Before the courtyard door opened, Dong Ying looked back at Rong's mother in astonishment.

The sun is getting late, and in the dusk afterglow, Xue Dongyu's long and bewitching eyes seem to be dyed with blood, and there seems to be a bad breath in the charming and sultry, which makes Rong's mother shocked.

Rong's mother was about to speak, the courtyard door was open, and she was a young man in her early twenties.

When he saw Mother Rong and Dong Jin, he didn't ask much, and said familiarly: "Come in, the master is waiting inside." ”

Rong's mother pulled Dongyu into the small courtyard here.

The yard is very small, but it is clean and tidy, a peach tree in the corner of the wall is blooming, falling red all over the ground, like brocade like clouds, gorgeous and scorching, and there is a faint fragrance in the air.

There are foreign men.

Mrs. Shizi asked someone to bring her, a girl who had not left the cabinet, to such a small courtyard to see a foreign man, who this man was, Dongyu already knew in her heart.

There is only one building with three main rooms in the small courtyard, without ear rooms and hugging buildings, which seems to be specially built for pilgrims with noble status.

The man who opened the door for them arched his hand to Rong's mother and said, "Please stay here, Miss!" ”

Aggressive and unquestionable.

Dong Yufu glanced at Rong's mother again, only to see Rong's mother hanging her head, not daring to look up, she was very scared, and she knew it even more in her heart.

Following the footsteps of the young man, Dong Yu stepped on the Danqi in front of the wing, her heart had been sinking, sinking boundlessly, her steps couldn't help but sway, and she was almost slid by the Danqi.

Take a deep breath to contain her emotions.

The young man glanced at her with his peripheral vision, and seeing that she was afraid, he pushed open the carved wooden door for her, and whispered, "Miss, please, my lord has been waiting for a long time." ”

Dong Yu's hand hidden under his sleeve was trembling, and his steps were unsteady. But when the door opened, it was dark, and she knew there was no way back. No matter how embarrassed or hateful you are, you have to get through this.

Compared to last time, she has the opportunity to participate in this test in person, not to put her fortune in the hands of others. She was afraid, but she had to hold up her luck and courage to turn her situation around.

She scrambled into the room.

When the young man saw that she was afraid, he did not say a word, did not ask, did not run, did not shout, did not mutter, as if he knew in his heart, and did not realize that he secretly admired her. Casually, the young man closed the door.

There is no light in the room, the sun is twilight, the shadows in the house are sufficient, I can't see clearly, a screen is blocked, and there is a vague figure sitting on the big pit facing the window.

Dongyu stopped in front of the screen, knelt down, and kowtowed in a low voice and respectfully: "Roujia see Your Majesty, long live my emperor, long live." ”

She is not a people's daughter, she is the lord of Roujia given by the emperor, and she is the lord of Roujia who is the daughter of the prince and the sister of the emperor. Although it was the first time to say long live, her voice was clear and respectful, with the reverence of the ministers for the emperor, and the tactful sound passed through the screen and entered the ears of Emperor Yuanchang.

Dongyu already knew in his heart that this master was the lord of all peoples, and he was the holy lord of today, Emperor Yuanchang. Her eldest aunt is in charge of the inner house of the Xue Mansion, and she understands best that a woman's reputation is related to a woman's life.

If it weren't for this person who couldn't stay here for a long time, if it weren't for this that Mrs. Shizi didn't dare to disobey, Mrs. Shizi wouldn't have made a ghost under the eyes of the old lady.

The only possibility is that this person is the emperor, so he dares to let Mrs. Shizi risk the world's disapproval and push Dongyu into this room.

The figure sitting on the big kang by the window behind the screen paused.

Maybe it was surprised by her intelligence, maybe it was shocked by her calmness, or maybe it was guessing why Mrs. Shizi told her in advance, and it was a long time before Dong Yu heard him say, "Get up, come and talk." "The voice was gentle and mellow, very good, not with the coldness of the majestic world, but like the kindness of the brother next door.

Dong Yu did not get up, but slammed his head on the bluestone bricks of the wing room of Yonglian Temple.

The spring flowers in March are warm, but the Yonglian Mountain at dusk is still steep and cold. The cold in the dark inner room was even worse, Dong Ying was wearing a moon-white threaded skirt, kneeling on the cold floor, the cold was along the knees, slowly soaking her body, and the hands on the ground were a little stiff and I didn't know whether they were cold or scared.

"Your Majesty, Roujia is unmarried. If you are in court, you should be an audience. But the fighting room allows the dragon's body, which is Roujia's crime and deserves death, so that His Majesty is trapped here. If you see each other alone again, you will rush the dragon qi, and Rou Jiawan will die hard to resist his crimes! Dong Yu's voice was a little slow.

Because of nervousness, because of the cold, she shivered a little, and she didn't dare to speak quickly, for fear of revealing her abnormal state.

There was a short silence behind the screen, and after a moment, Emperor Yuanchang smiled faintly: "Sister Yu, you are so smart!" I forgive you for your innocence, and come to me. Do you want me to help you myself? ”

Dong Yu called himself Roujia every word, just hoping that he would remember that she was the lord of Roujia given by the emperor.

But Emperor Yuanchang didn't hear it, and a sentence of "Sister Yuan" extinguished more than half of Dongyi's hope!

He left Beijing and came here with a body of ten thousand gold, and he was so secretive, he must have secretly left the palace. How could he let her spit lotus flowers and give up his original thoughts in a few words?

Dongyu's body trembled even more.

thought that if she was married, she would be able to avoid entering the palace.

But Emperor Yuanchang came this time, maybe her fate was doomed.

No!

She kept resisting in her heart, she didn't want to enter the palace, she didn't want to be a lonely soul within the forbidden walls. She's got married in a month. As long as she gets married, she will no longer have anything to do with Gong Yu.

She can't afford to fall short.

Dong Yu was still attached to the ground, pressing her forehead against the cold ground, and her voice became more and more calm and resolute: "Your Majesty, Roujia doesn't dare!" ”

The man behind the screen was breathless.

Dong Yu's heart was beating like a drum, and her hands couldn't help but tremble, but fine sweat gushed out on her forehead, and her jade-colored embroidered grass pattern gown stuck to her body, and she realized that her back was wet with sweat.

Emperor Yuanchang was silent for a moment and stood up suddenly.

Dong Yu heard the sound of slow and rapid footsteps, bypassed the screen, and walked towards her.

She didn't dare to look up, and her body trembled more and more. obviously wanted to escape, but reason told her that escaping was the best policy.

The footsteps stopped beside her, and when Suosuo's clothes sounded, Emperor Yuanchang bent down and took her arm with a resolute and warm hand.

Dongyu's body was weak, and at this moment, she didn't dare to disobey, so she had to stand up with his hand.

She lowered her eyes and felt the heavy breathing of the people around her, but she didn't dare to look up.

The hand that had taken her arm tightened, and with a single force she would fall into his arms. Since ancient times, the royal temples have been filthy, and there are no longer a few women who have lost their lives here. If she loses herself here today, in this life, she Xue Dongyu can only be the woman of Emperor Yuanchang, no matter what her identity is.

Cold sweat slid down her cheeks without warning, many of the methods that Dong Yu had thought of before disappeared at the moment, her head was blank, as if she was walking alone in the vast snowy area, she had a kind of cold and despair that could not see the way out.

It turned out that she was so small, like an ant to be trampled on.