Night.

The starry sky is brilliant and the moon is shining.

After a lively day, King Chen's mansion is still brightly lit and full of friends. Between the tables, the cups were pushed and changed, and the voices were boiling.

After a day's flowing water banquet, His Royal Highness King Chen, who was the groom's official, had long since disappeared. Only Feige, Liuxia and the servants in the house were left holding on to the field and not falling.

Liuxia's face was already red, her eyes were blurred with drunkenness, and her steps were swaying, and she was out of sight.

Even though Feige has a calm temperament, he really can't withstand the siege of this wave after wave of people who come to toast. Although he was not as half-drunk as Liuxia, he was also red-faced and red-eared, and his steps were slightly smoky.

In fact, he originally thought that the young general would definitely get His Highness drunk with bad intentions, so that he would make a fool of himself. However, I didn't expect that the young general was unusually silent all day today, not only did he not drink wine for His Highness, but also made a lot of wine for His Highness. Later, it was getting late, and he went home early.

Mo Yi, how many years younger is this kid, and he doesn't have enough experience. All the people who came to toast took it one by one, and after a few times, they got drunk and became a puddle of mud and were sent back to the Shen Mansion.

Taking a break, Liuxia took a catwalk, staggered to Feige's side, stretched out his hand and put his hand on his shoulder, most of his body leaned up like a boneless, and said with a vague smile: "Feige, you say...... This highness is so unrighteous! Clearly...... It's clear that he is getting married today, why are we blocking the wine?! ”

Feige glanced at him and pushed him away in disgust. He has never said much, perhaps because he drank so much wine, and his unprecedented words have become more: "Being able to block wine for His Highness is a blessing that your kid has cultivated for eight lifetimes!" You're not happy anymore?! Beware of Your Highness, he heard that you were punished to carry a sack in the army! ”

When Liu Xia heard this, she didn't know what she thought, a lewd smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and she stuck it spinelessly again, and whispered in Feige's ear: "You say...... Is it true that His Royal Highness knows that he doesn't drink well, and is afraid that these people who have no eyesight will spoil his cave room and spend candle nights, and that he will lose face in front of the princess, so he specially instructed you and me to block him from drinking? ! ”

Feige blushed: "...... It's good that you know! ”

As soon as his words fell, Liu Xia burst out laughing, pointed at Feige and said loudly: "Haha! Feige! You dead wood blushes! What are you blushing for?! It's not your cave candle! Say it! Do you miss a woman anymore...... Hmmm......"

Liu Xia didn't say anything below, it was Feige who stretched out his hand, covered his mouth, and said hatefully: "Shut up!" You drunk! No more, see how I clean you up! ”

Liuxia looked at Feige's anxious appearance, although he couldn't speak, but his eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile, and his shoulders trembled.

The two of them fought together in the courtyard here, but in the happy room over there, the candle red tent was warm, and the affection was lingering.

Everywhere you look, it's a dazzling red. The tent is red, the brocade quilt is red, the dragon and phoenix candles on the candlestick are also red, and even the warm yellow candlelight is full of warm red.

The hijab on Shangguan Jiyue's head had already been lifted off by Huangfu Chen, and the phoenix crown had also been taken off. The women's three thousand green silk are like waterfalls, hanging straight to the waist. In the red light of the room, the face is more delicate, and the skin is like the morning glow. A cut of long eyelashes and watery eyes, eye waves, shy and timid, the beauty is suffocating.

Huang Fuchen's breathing was sluggish, his throat was dry, and his eyes became darker and darker under the flickering candlelight.

Sensing his scorching gaze, and remembering his bold actions in the daytime in full view of everyone, Shangguan Jiyue's face couldn't help but turn red: "Why are you looking at me like this?" ”

As soon as her words were finished, Huang Fuchen sat down beside her, holding her shoulder with one hand and gently lifting her chin with the other, forcing her to look at him.

"Yue'er, you are so beautiful today." He said. The voice was hoarse.

Before Shangguan Jiyue could answer, he had already lowered his head and kissed her, and bit lightly along her ear and neck, all the way down. His hands also began to knead lightly through the clothes.

His breathing gradually became heavy and scorching, and Shangguan Jiyue was also heated by his flirtatious body, and his heart throbbed.

Just when she thought he would continue like this, he suddenly made a move and whispered in her ear: "Yue'er, today is the night of candles in our cave room." ”

Shangguan Jiyue blushed, her eyes were full of moisture, and she whispered, "Hmm." ”

I saw that he had slowly gotten up, and at some point he had an extra steel dagger in his hand. Before she could react, he had already cut off a strand of her hair.

Shangguan Jiyue looked at him, slightly stunned.

He smiled: "The world says that they are married and married, but how can they be considered real husbands and wives if they don't get married?" ”

After closing his words, he picked open a strand of his hair and cut it with a knife. Then he wrapped the hair of the two together very seriously and tied it in a knot.

Under the candlelight, the man was dressed in a wedding dress, his face was like jade, and he carefully put the strand of hair in the palm of his hand into the lucky bag at the head of the bed. Shangguan Jiyue, who looked at it with a pious and serious attitude, palpitated for a while, and her whole heart was sour.

This man always inadvertently moved her to tears, he loves her so hard, he values this love so much, and spares no effort. In this life, how will she repay him?

As if sensing Shangguan Jiyue's silence, he raised his head to look at her, but inadvertently crashed into her misty eyes.

He was stunned, but she kissed him on the lips with tears: "Huangfu Chen, I love you!" ”

When Huang Fuchen heard this, the already turbulent lake in his heart became tumbling again, and the monstrous waves seemed to drown him.

In such a beautiful room, under such a gentle candlelight, his beloved woman swore to you with the words "I love you" in a loving manner. The affection in those eyes was firm and undisguised, even a man would be crazy about it.

Huang Fuchen was no exception, he quickly turned against the guest, firmly clasped her hands, and pressed her under him.

In the emotional part, he bit her earlobe, and his eyes were dim: "Yue'er, don't say no tonight, just let me enjoy it once, okay?" ”

Shangguan Jiyue's face was as red as boiling, but she finally nodded lightly and responded.

When the two of them faded from their happy clothes, the candlelight warmed up. Only the beauty is like jade, and the room is gentle......

Fengqi Palace.

The maple tree, which should have been thin and depressed, still has red leaves on its branches, like flowers. Under the tree, two figures sat next to each other, looking up at the red leaves of the tree.

"Huang'er...... You see, I've finally returned this courtyard full of red maples to you. ”

Night Phoenix's eyes were red, and tears turned into ice: "Your Majesty ......"

Huang Fuhao raised his hand and gently wiped the tears on her face: "Don't cry...... Today is Chen'er's wedding, don't cry ......"

"The concubine didn't cry...... Ye Youhuang forcibly pulled out a smile, "The concubine is happy......"

"Good...... Happy, we have to be happy for Chen'er. Huang Fuhao rested weakly on the shoulders of the night phoenix, his old eyes had gradually faded, and he said, "Huang'er, if there is an afterlife, I ...... I'm going to treat you well! You have to promise me, even if I am gone, you will ...... Live well, love Chen'er well, and join me with this part...... You have to promise me...... Good ...... Alive......"

Suddenly, his shoulders sank, Ye Youhuang's body stiffened, and tears surged into a river in an instant. After a while, she slowly hugged the man next to her tightly into her arms, let him pill on her lap, and said to herself like a dream: "I promise you...... Live well, love well...... Our children ......"

Under the starry sky, the moonlight is like snow. In the vast winter, only the red maple in the courtyard is like fire. A cold wind blew, and the red leaves on the branches fell. When I got closer, I found that the fiery red color of the tree turned out to be cut from silk......

Three days later, Emperor Fuhao of Beicang was buried in the imperial mausoleum. On this day, there was a light snow in the sky, and white flags were hung in front of every house, and the whole city was a miserable white color.

Same.

In the ink-black underground imperial mausoleum, you can't see your fingers. However, it was in such a slippery and difficult mausoleum corridor that a thin and slender white figure held a night pearl, and walked forward with difficulty.

I don't know how long he walked, but he finally stopped slowly in front of the door of a tomb, and after several groping, he finally found the mechanism and opened the door of the tomb.

As the stone door opened, he did not pause in his steps, and bent down and stepped into it without hesitation.

Ignoring the priceless piles of funerary items in the tomb, his gaze fell straight on the transparent ice coffin in the center of the tomb.

At that moment, his figure suddenly froze, and two lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

After a brief pause, he walked towards the ice coffin. He walked very slowly, and with each step, the steps under his feet seemed to weigh a thousand gold. approached, took a few quick steps forward, and fell on top of the ice coffin at once.

Through a thick layer of ice, a young woman could be vaguely seen lying flat in the coffin. She was wearing a plain palace dress, her black hair was like a cloud, and her appearance was stunning. Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes were slightly closed, her hands folded on her chest, and she looked calm and gentle, as if she had fallen asleep.

"Pingluo," he caressed the woman's face through the ice coffin, his voice choked, two tears smashed on the ice coffin, and he fell to the ground with a voice: "I'm Jingzhi, I'm late......"

Many years later, heavy rain fell for several days, and the imperial tomb collapsed. When the descendants rebuilt the imperial tomb, they found that in the ice coffin in one of the tombs, a man and a woman were lying side by side, with a serene and lifelike face.......

October 28th.

King Chen ascended the throne as emperor and became a new generation of emperors in Beicang. On the same day, Princess Chen was canonized as the queen, and the mother of the world.

A year later, the queen gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses, the eldest princess was named Huangfu Ruo, and the eldest son of the emperor was named Huangfu Yue.

In the same year, the eldest son of the Ye family, who had been separated for many years, finally found himself and returned to his ancestors. It is rumored that this eldest prince was born like the old man of King Chen's mansion.

Everyone knows that the emperor and queen are deeply affectionate. The new emperor of Beicang, the entire harem is fictitious, and there is only one queen in his life, which is a good story.

Sixteen years later, the eldest princess Huangfu Ruoxia married Feng Wumian, the lord of Wucheng, and Feng Wumian's dowry was actually to present the entire Wucheng and travel the world with his wife. At this point, the entire Huashuo continent has been included in the territory of Beicang, and the world is unified and prosperous. Of course, this is another love story of a princess chasing her husband......

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