Yesterday was the beginning of autumn, and the midsummer was about to pass, but the hot afternoon carried a dull atmosphere as always.

The aroma of lotus seeds in the celadon bowl blends with the crushed ice on the surface, and the white air is cool.

She had been standing for a long time with the bowl of cool porridge to cool off the heat, and her carefully depicted makeup gradually showed signs of messiness under the scorching sun.

"I repeat, I want to see the prince." Su Rong's slender fingers began to tremble slightly, and her wrist trembled slightly from the weight that had been held for a long time.

The guards seemed to be a little embarrassed, but the gesture of interception with their knives did not change at all. "Princess, please go back, the prince said that no one will be seen."

"If the prince is gone, I will keep waiting." Her voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and even she didn't notice that this gesture was deliberately imitating the woman she hated the most.

The maid on the side couldn't bear it, jumped to the front angrily, and asked: "Since the prince came back, he hasn't been out of this Jinyun Garden for nearly a month, and he has turned my mother out of the door seven times, which is too unkind!" ”

"Shut up!" Su Rong scolded, she was annoyed when she heard the word 'brocade'.

Jinyun Yuan used to be not called Jinyun Garden, just a small courtyard that was idle in the palace, since Beiyu Jinchen came back last month, he suddenly reorganized this courtyard and changed its name to Jinyun Garden. It is said that this is where Liu Sujin lived when he first entered the palace to teach dance for Wan Niang.

Now except for Beiyu Jinchen, no one can enter, and she is not allowed to enter, she can only see the flourishing roses around her through the small arched door, pink and green, and the sweet and beautiful smell surrounds and soothes everyone little by little.

What she hated the most was the smell, like the special smell of that slut.

She didn't understand why everything was planned so far and further from the original idea.

In the days when he was asleep, she instilled her made up memories in his ears over and over again, and the Qingzhu Sage said that if it took only three times, his memory would be rewritten.

She wants to make him disgusted with Liu Sujin, even hate.

She said it more than three times, she said it all night, and she thought that in this way she would win.

She doesn't understand, memories can be replaced, but emotions cannot.

The emotions that are integrated into the bones and blood, as long as a little stimulation, can stir up a thousand ripples.

"The prince is here!" The maid exclaimed, interrupting her thoughts.

He was wearing a dark purple shirt, his light silver hair was curled like ink hair, he had no expression, even the light smile that he had always disguised was gone, his thin lips were lightly pursed, and his black eyes were surging.

Su Rong respectfully blessed her body, and a light smile was in her eyes. "Lord Wang, this is my ......"

Before he finished speaking, he said: "This king entered the palace today to meet the saint and prepare a horse. ”

This sentence was addressed to the guards.

A smile froze on her lips, and she thought to herself, this is the porridge I have personally cooked for two hours.

"It's hot, if you have nothing to do, go back and rest, lest you get heat stroke." On the surface, these words were for the sake of the princess, but in the words, it was clear that she should go away.

The look on Su Rong's face was blue and white for a while, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Does the prince have to be so determined? What did Rong'er do wrong, and it deserves to be alienated by the prince in every way. He was almost about to cry, and the soup in the celadon bowl in his hand overflowed a lot because of the trembling.

Beiyu Jinchen lowered his head to look at her and reached out to wipe the tears from her face.

The gentleness on her fingers once made her a little lost, and the smell of tea was the taste she thought about day and night.

"Your mistake is to marry into Prince Xuan's mansion, and your mistake is to think that you are designing this king." But his voice was not warm at all, and the cold gaze in his eyes was like a sharp sword piercing her heart.

No way, he couldn't have known these things...... The celadon bowl in his hand eventually fell to the ground and shattered into petals one by one, and the white juice was swept away by the dust and became leftovers.

"Concubine, I don't understand." After a word, his face was as pale as paper.

He didn't give her a chance to explain again, the man had prepared the horse, rolled over, and whipped up, leaving a speck of dust tumbling in the air.

She slumped to the ground, her skirt forming a ring like a dying flower.

Inside the Imperial City, it was as calm as ever.

The red walls and green tiles, the blue brick long bridge, and the nine-turn corridors are intertwined, and the palace people perform their duties, but only there is some less vitality.

After a long journey, he couldn't help but be a little tired, besides, the mysteries in his heart were entangled, and he had a little thought, but in fact, there was nothing.

Before leaving, his words were just a test of him, and looking at her expression, it really confirmed what he doubted in his heart.

The horizon is getting darker, and the sunset is blurred on the edge.

In the middle of the night, a person came out of the hall, it was Li Mingquan.

"Lord, the emperor has already fallen asleep this time, please ask Ming'er to ...... if you have something"

He said: "The emperor has not been to the court for seven days, the war in southern Xinjiang is tight, and the details of grain and grass transportation still need to be discussed. ”

"What the emperor means is that the prince and General Chen should make a decision."

Beiyu Jinchen raised his eyebrows slightly, he couldn't see his joy or anger, and Li Mingquan was also very nervous.

Suddenly, through the door of the temple, there was a woman's coquettish laughter, the sound of Lingling, lingering and cold.

Beiyu Jinchen stopped talking, Li Mingquan wiped the beads of sweat on his head with his sleeve, and the exquisite patterns on the cuffs were also stained. "Concubine Nian Niangniang is already three months pregnant, and the emperor took her to the Longcheng Palace."

"Concubine Nian?" Beiyu Jinchen was stunned, and then remembered that Concubine Nian was the woman named Qingqing, and later changed her name to Nian Jin, which was somewhat similar to Su Jin.

He suddenly took a few steps forward, only an inch from the temple gate.

Frightened, Li Mingquan trotted up and said, "If the prince wants to go in, the emperor can't punish the old slave ruthlessly." ”

There was a gap in the door of the palace, and he saw that Bei Yuliang was also holding Concubine Nian, whispering intimately in his ear, and he had a smile like a spring breeze on his face, as if the fire in Jinyun Palace before was just a dream.

Since Su Jin left the palace, Bei Yuliang has also attracted all his attention to Concubine Nian, and more importantly, everyone knows that Concubine Nian's pregnancy has allowed her to break free from the confinement of the stand-in, and Bei Yuliang is also looking forward to the birth of this child.

Beiyu Jinchen turned around and didn't go in again.

Li Mingquan breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest to soothe his emotions.

"Father-in-law Li."

Beiyu Jinchen's deep timbre couldn't help but make Li Mingquan tremble, "The old slave is here." ”

"Do you know where Rin-sama lives?"

When he learned where Rin was staying, he immediately set off and rode away.

He desperately wants to know the truth, and wants to know all kinds of bonds between Liu Sujin and him, but these may only be known by this former mortal enemy.

(Su Mu: Set up a flag, two changes a week!) ）