The peach is dying, scorching its glory. The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room.

The peach is dying, and there is a fact. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate.

The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. The son is home, and it is suitable for his family.

Outside the long court, the Gangneung Royal Mansion has been decorated with red silk brocade at some point. The bright red brocade spread from the doorway to the outside of the house, and the maids on both sides stood where the procession passed, scattering petals all over the sky. At the corner of the eaves corridor, the plum branches are hung on the trees with red lanterns, and when you enter the eye, it is a red and gorgeous place. In the spring light of the eighth year of Yongchang, this piece of red color reflected such an unforgettable scene in the eyes of many women in Luoyang City.

White horses, handsome sons, ten miles of red makeup, the city is celebrated.

Chu Ying was wearing a bright red wedding dress, wearing a silver crown and a jade pendant around her waist, clean and bright.

Su Wanying's scarlet wedding dress is added, the gold embroidery is gorgeous, the ultimate noble and elegant, and her handsome face is filled with a happy smile emanating from the bottom of her heart.

Chu Ying took the bride's hand and stepped into the hall covered with red clothes. Foot against the red lotus, red clothes and hands, under the brocade cover, the bride is shy.

This was the first time Shen Changan had seen Su Wanying.

One prostration, two prostrations, three prostrations.

Courtesy.

Chang'an stood at the moment and watched this scene, and there were thousands of emotions in his heart that came up together, but he couldn't tell why.

Su Wanying is the daughter of Jiangmen, she is such a bright woman, after all, she is different from Shen Changan.

Chu Ying, Wan Ying, they even match their names like that.

Once upon a time, she and Chu Luo also had such a harmonious time.

That year, she was just his side concubine, there was no such big red, and there was no such solemn wedding ceremony. Chang'an sat in a sedan chair, the sedan chair had just started, but suddenly stopped. Chang'an was startled, and hurriedly lifted his hijab and looked out. As soon as she ripped off the sedan chair, she was picked up from the sedan chair.

The bride outside had already messed up, and hurriedly shouted, "The prince can't help it, the sedan chair hasn't arrived at the gate of the palace yet, and the Xipa can't be picked, this ...... This...... It's not in accordance with the rules......"

Chu Luo smiled warmly, hugged Chang'an in his arms, and ignored the people who were hurriedly messing around behind him, turned around and walked towards the palace.

Chang An raised his face from his embrace, pretending to be disgusted, "Who told you to come here at this time?" It's not time yet. ”

"This king has said that it has arrived."

Chang'an's face turned red, and he quickly lowered his head, but his face was like a lotus, but he couldn't help but feel a little happy.

The joy of that moment was real.

In the mist of thoughts, there were warm tears hidden in Chang'an's eyes, but he couldn't make any sound. She looked at the back of Chu Ying's big red dress, like that, it really looked like Chu Luo back then.

Her gaze rested on him, but she suddenly saw him glance back and meet her eyes.

Chang'an's heart trembled heavily.

Late at night, Chang'an coaxed Yun Jing to sleep early, and stayed alone in the dormitory. Suddenly, Chu Ying's figure in a red wedding dress appeared in her mind. The last moment he stepped into the auditorium, his eyes were on her. Just as when she first met Chu Ying, he turned out from under the corridor and looked at her like this.

Chang'an smiled slightly bitterly, letting his mind sink into it. In the silence, she suddenly heard the sound of cold smoke outside.

"Master, you don't need dinner, eat something, don't go hungry."

"Master, open the door and let the slave and maid in."

"Master......"

The cold smoke called one after another, and Chang'an was tired of hearing it, so he thought about letting her in. Thinking like this, she was about to speak, when the shouting of cold smoke outside the door suddenly stopped, and was replaced by a timid voice, "Your Majesty." ”

"What's wrong with the concubine?" Chu Luo saw Han Yan standing in the moment, holding the food in his hand, and frowned deeply.

Han Yan lowered his head a little fearfully, and stopped talking, "Master...... The master seems to be feeling a little unwell...... I haven't eaten all the time......"

When Chu Luo heard this, his eyebrows furrowed, "Have you called the imperial doctor to come and see it?" ”

The cold smoke sank his head, "It's still ...... Not ...... yet"

Without waiting for Hanyan to finish answering, Chu Luo walked forward and knocked lightly on the door, "Chang'an, it's me here." ”

In just half a moment, Chang'an opened the door, Chu Luo saw that her face was pale, and suddenly his heart sank, and he hurriedly held her hand, and said with concern, "Why is your face so ugly?" Is it uncomfortable? ”

Chang An was dumbfounded, stretched out his hand and touched his face, completely unconscious, "Probably because the complexion is not very good." The concubines just don't have an appetite and don't want to eat. ”

"Then I'll ask the imperial dining room to make you some porridge to drink."

"No need." Chang'an smiled slightly, looked at Chu Luo and said, "The concubine is fine." ”

Chu Luo shook her hand, and no longer insisted, only said gently, "I will accompany you." ”

Chang'an smiled on his lips, but the smile was just a shallow arc at the corner of his mouth, and there was no real meaning. She waved her hand to let the cold smoke recede, and went straight to the hall with Chu Luo.

Chang'an took Chu Luo's hand and sat down, but he only sat opposite him, filled the teacup, and pushed it to him. Chu Luo took a sip silently, and the two looked at each other speechlessly.

He looked at her, as if he wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he stopped talking.

Suddenly, the atmosphere was only awkward.

There will be such a day. Two people who used to love each other so much are now sitting together, but they can't say a word.

After a long time, Chu Luo suddenly coughed lightly and said slowly, "Today's ninth brother's wedding, you don't seem to be very happy. ”

Chang'an was stunned, and for a while, he didn't know how to answer. For so many years, she hadn't learned to hide her expression, and it was so obvious that even Chu Luo saw it in her eyes.

Chang'an picked up the teacup, took a sip lightly, and said with a smile on his face, "Where is there any displeasure, the ninth prince is married, and the concubines are naturally happy for the prince." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, Chang'an seemed a little insincere. She did her best to turn her face away, avoiding his perceptive gaze, and took another sip of tea to hide her past.

His heart sank, and he stretched out his hand to shake her hand, but unexpectedly touched her fingertips cold, he twitched suddenly, but his tone was gentle, "Chang'an, don't blame me for thinking too much, I always feel that you and the ninth brother seem to be getting too close......"

Before he finished speaking, she had already turned her head to look at him, and there were tears flashing in her clear eyes, "What did the emperor say?" ”

"I just said......" Chu Luo sighed slightly, and suddenly got up and hugged Chang'an, but his tone was still deep, "I don't want to be too suspicious, it's just that you are like this, which will make me feel that you are sad for the marriage of the ninth brother." ”

"The concubine didn't." She raised her eyes and looked directly at him, without a trace of fear in her eyes, "What the concubine did today has nothing to do with the prince's wedding, why does the emperor think so?" ”

"But you've never been like this, and you've been silent. Maybe I don't know you a little anymore......" Chu Luo frowned slightly, trying his best to suppress the unhappiness in his heart, and said comfortingly, "But I vaguely feel that you are a little different from before." ”

Chang'an smiled lightly, the smile was shining on the water, and the fog was misty, "It's different." It's been ten years, isn't the emperor different? After that, she still smiled softly and whispered, "Today's concubine saw the appearance of the ninth prince wearing a wedding dress, and suddenly remembered the emperor ten years ago, like that, it is really the same." ”

Chu Luo thought about the past, and suddenly said quietly, "The ninth brother and I are indeed somewhat similar. It's just that if you don't talk about it back then, I really forgot about it. Many years have passed, and I remember that when I married the queen, it was the second brother who made the master, and the scene was so grand. ”

Although Chu Luo's words were unintentional, there was a heavy sting pain in Chang'an's ears.

He forgot.

He actually forgot.

The memories he once cherished were like life, but he forgot a word, and erased everything.

For something as important as Chang'an, she is the only one who remembers it from beginning to end.

She looked up, her eyes were heavy, and even the scene she saw was covered with a white fluorescence.

At this moment, she finally recognized the reality in front of her.

He is the emperor, and he is no longer her Chu Luo.

It turns out that one day people will change and become as cruel as they are now. The memories that once shared were actually missed by her alone. He remembered Li Shushen, he remembered a woman he didn't love, but he couldn't remember the true joy on his face on the day he married Shen Changan. Or perhaps, that joy just fell in Chang'an's eyes.

She closed her eyes heavily, and there was an indescribable pain in her heart, so painful that she couldn't even say a word.

After condensing for a long time, she finally spoke, "The concubine is tired and can't serve the emperor, so please ask the emperor to go to another palace." ”

Chu Luo seemed to be stunned, he instinctively wanted to hug Chang'an, but his hand stretched out into the air, but he took it back, and in the end, only a heavy sigh remained.

I don't know how long it was, but he got up and left her silently.

She didn't look back at him again. It was the only time she didn't stare at his departing back.

The night was dark, and Chang'an's clear and cold eyes were glowing with faint tears in the dark night.

Finally, his familiar voice came from outside the hall, completely breaking the last line of defense in her heart.

"Let's go to Changning Palace."

Chang'an clenched her fingers, holding back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes, she couldn't cry anymore, she was no longer the Shen Chang'an she used to be, she could no longer be swayed by Chu Luo. She has already lost that feeling, so at this moment, what is she sad about?

She tried her best to comfort herself, but the tears burst at the last minute.

This was the last time she shed tears for Chu Luo.

It was also the last time to cry for her girlish love.

Chang'an stood up and stumbled to the bed, she lay on the jade pillow, fell asleep with her clothes closed, and a line of tears slid down her cheeks and flowed into the pillow.

The candlelight flickered, she closed her eyes, and all that lingered in her mind was Chu Luo's appearance when he was young.