Although Murong Chong said it implicitly, but when he thought about it, it was obvious that he was expelling guests.

Yang Ding frowned unhappily, Princess Baojin had been in love with Murong Chong for thirteen years, but his heart seemed to have been occupied by others, and there was no place left for Baojin.

Her infatuation was nothing more than a comical mockery in his eyes.

"Brother Chong, I've just arrived, are you going to drive me away?" Princess Baojin also heard the meaning of his words, and couldn't help but feel aggrieved in her heart. She begged her father for more than ten days, and finally got the opportunity to see him, she traveled from Chang'an for thousands of miles, and came to Pingyang in the dust, just to see him.

Isn't he the slightest bit moved?

She looked at him, and the water rippled in Yingying's eyes, and she was about to cry.

"The princess thinks too much, but Weichen is just worried that the hospitality is not good, and she is afraid that the princess will not be used to eating and living in Pingyang and will be wronged." Murong Cheng looked at Baojin affectionately and said in a tone of great concern.

As soon as she heard Murong Chong say this, Princess Baojin immediately showed joy on her face, and the sad face just now didn't know when she was thrown out of the clouds.

"Brother Chong, it's okay with Baojin. I didn't expect you to think so much about Baojin. The woman's cheeks flushed slightly, and her voice became quieter and quieter as she spoke.

Murong Chong looked at Princess Baojin's eyebrows that were slightly similar to Fu Jian's, and suddenly a trace of disgust and disdain arose in the depths of his eyes, but there was still a doting smile under the light and breezy handsome face, and that resentment was concealed just right.

I only heard him say softly and thoughtfully, "The princess has worked hard all the way, and it's not too early now, so let's have a good rest first." ”

Immediately, he waved his hand to summon Yuan Xiang and instructed, "Yuan Xiang, arrange the best wing room for the princess, and all the pillowcases and bedding should be replaced with new ones." ”

"Brother Chong, I'm not tired yet." Princess Baojin gently tugged at Murong Chong's sleeve and whispered.

Murong Chong was stunned for a moment, and the disgust in his eyes increased unabated, but he still said patiently and softly in a gentle and elegant voice, "I'll take you to Pingyang for a walk around tomorrow, you have to rest well to have energy." ”

"Really?" Princess Baojin asked in surprise.

"Well, let's get some rest." He smiled perfunctorily.

Leaving the main hall, Murong Chong's smile immediately disappeared, replaced by a cold face like frost, cold as the winter wind, he stretched out his hand and patted the place on his sleeve that Princess Baojin had just held, knowing that his clothes were like snow, no ash and no dust, but he seemed to feel that he was stained with a puddle of sewage in the mud.

The candle flame in Song Ling's room was still lit, and the flickering light was like a faint starlight lit for a person, tactfully lingering, endless.

Murong Chong stood quietly in front of her door, without knocking or making a sound, and stood like this for a long time.

With the sudden arrival of Baojin, he could see that although she was smiling on the surface, she was somewhat bitter in her heart, and now he could do anything.

Song Ling saw a figure standing outside the door, and he had already gotten up from the bed and approached the door lightly.

She knew it was him.

He must have been afraid that she would feel uncomfortable, so he came over.

Although there is a door apart, the hearts of the two people are like an impenetrable tide, crossing the threshold of the box and intersecting.

She actually knew very well in her heart that he and Princess Baojin were just playing on the spot, and there was a hatred of Dayan for the death of the country between them, which was heavy and heavy, and he couldn't treat Baojin sincerely through those copper walls made of blood.

It's just that, I don't know why, there is still a trace of sourness in her heart.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally raised his hand and knocked lightly.

"Did you sleep?"

Hearing his voice, she was overjoyed and opened the door suddenly, but when she saw his beautiful face that was enough to confuse all beings, her cheeks were red, as bright as peach blossoms.

I only heard her chin shyly say, "Not yet." ”

Murong Chong looked at her, his gaze was soft, like the morning sun, shining and shining; Like a stream rolling, leisurely and far-reaching, that is the tenderness that only for her alone.

Suddenly, he suddenly hugged her into his arms, so tight, so hard, as if he wanted to melt her into his blood.

"Phoenix Emperor." She was stunned for a moment, and called softly.

"Tomorrow I will accompany Princess Baojin, you ......" He hugged her, and his Adam's apple moved faintly, but he wanted to speak and stopped.

Her palms suddenly went cold, and it was cold that ran counter to the warm wind of midsummer.

"I'm going to inspect the brewery tomorrow, so I'm not with you." She barely pulled out a smile, and before he could say it, she wisely took the lead.

"Ah Ling."

"Huh?"

"How long will we have to live like this?"

Song Ling was stunned, and she couldn't help but think back to those difficult and difficult years. In the past few years, they have been lying on their backs to taste their courage, enduring humiliation, and they have to keep their voices down and smile at those who they clearly hate.

She still clearly remembers that at that time, he was in Dayan, holding great power, being in a high position, and thousands of glory were gathered in one; At that time, he rode a horse and galloped on the vast grasslands of the north, singing loudly; At that time, he was the most dazzling light in heaven and earth, and the dream of all Dayan women.

The capital of the country was slaughtered, the country changed hands, and he was once reduced from a high-ranking royal darling to a lowly prisoner.

The pain is like lifting a person high and then falling to the ground.

That cruel way is like an angel who has broken his wings and goes to hell, and his life is dark.

The pain of watching one's relatives and people being humiliated and killed one by one in front of him, but being powerless, is enough to surpass death.

Once the king was defeated, there was a world of difference.

****

"Brother Chong, you see the juggling over there is so interesting."

"Brother Chong, the imitation porcelain here is still quite exquisite."

"Brother Chong, let's go over there and have a look......"

"Brother Chong'......"

Princess Baojin is difficult to get out of the palace, she feels novel when she sees everything, she is as energetic as a newborn deer, and she is about to go to Pingyang all over the place.

And Murong Chong always stayed behind her without being angry, occasionally pulling out a few indifferent smiles, but in the end his face was flat and careless, like cold porcelain without emotion, unable to tell the joy and sorrow.

Yang Ding followed closely behind the two, taking all this in his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

If he doesn't have you in his heart, even if he is by your side, his heart will already drift away, and it will be in vain for you to do everything in vain.

Feelings, can't come, barely reluctantly.

****

The woman propped her head on one hand and looked out the window with a somewhat vacant look, as if she was thinking about something.

"Miss Ling, aren't you going to the wine shop today?" Yuan Xiang stood at the door and said, he was going to go to the wine shop with Song Ling to inspect, but he didn't see Song Ling for a long time, he couldn't help but come over to take a look.

Song Ling came back to her senses suddenly, she looked at Yuan Xiang, and said lightly, "I'll go now." ”

Yuan Xiang looked at her absent-minded appearance, and he didn't say anything more in his heart. The business of the winery has always been full of customers, and the inspection that was originally held once a month was brought forward by ten days today. Thinking about it, Miss Ling didn't really want to go on patrol, but just for the sake of the prince, I was afraid that he and Princess Baojin would not have enough fun today, so she found an excuse.

For so many years, he has been by Murong Chong's side, and he can see that Song Ling is truly thinking for Murong Chong everywhere, even if it is to wronged herself.

In his heart, he had long regarded her as a hostess, except for Murong Chong's orders, which were her orders. Even a minister like Yang Zhao, Murong Hong's noble status also makes him unbearable.

At this time, a guard suddenly came to pay a respect.

"Chief Yuan, this is a letter sent by General Yang from Chang'an."

Yuan Xiang took the letter, didn't read it, and handed it directly to Song Ling as it was.

Song Ling opened the letter, his eyebrows gradually deepened, and layers of folds suddenly appeared in the place where he held the paper.

"The king of Jibei wants to take advantage of the initial defeat of the Qin army and start an incident in Guanzhong, whether the Chang'an Yan army will respond together, I hope the prince will give instructions quickly."