The main hall of the carved gallery and painting building, the rosewood tables and chairs, the purple gold hollow smoker, and the raw brazier. Chu Junxi's gaze finally fell on the exquisite and intricate patterns of the tent curtain, and he unconsciously grabbed the quilt covering his body with his hand, feeling the warmth brought by the quilt.

This isn't the icy Ewha Temple, where is this?

The body is no longer stiff and there is no feeling, after the consciousness is restored, there are bursts of pain in the wound, Chu Junxi can't help but stretch out his hand, the wound has been bandaged, Su Xueyao will not be so kind, who saved herself? The sound of squirming came, and Chu Jun turned his head with difficulty.

"Are you awake?" Coming in was a palace maid in pale pink palace clothes, holding a tray in her hand, with a bowl of medicinal soup on it, emitting a bitter taste, and said happily after seeing Chu Junxi wake up, "How are you feeling now?" ”

After coming to Gutuo for so long, for the first time someone showed a sincere smile to himself, Chu Jun couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and smiled back, "I'm fine, this is ......" The last memory is that he was tortured and passed out in Lihuayuan.

"This is Xinyue Residence, and the princess will live here in the future." The waiter brought the medicine bowl to Chu Junxi and fed her with his own hands, "Your body has not healed yet, and the imperial doctor instructed you to continue to take the decoction." ”

Although she is a princess, Chu Junxi is not used to being served, so she stretched out her hand to take it, "I can come by myself." ”

"The princess is still injured, so let the slave serve the princess." The waiter dodged her outstretched hand and brought a spoonful to her mouth.

This girl seems to be a straightforward person, and Chu Junxi can feel that she is really thinking about herself, she is a princess who is kind, no one here is kind to herself, even the little palace maid is cold when she sees her, I didn't expect this girl to care so much about herself, I don't know who sent her to take care of herself.

So he stopped arguing with him, and opened his mouth obediently, "Why am I here?" ”

"Of course it's the emperor."

"Your Majesty?" Chu Junxi was a little surprised.

The second prince Yuan Yongyan has now ascended the dragon throne and is the emperor of the Ninety-Five, but he didn't expect that he saved himself when his life was in danger, I don't know what he looks like when he wears a dragon robe, and the two have not met since he ascended the throne.

"That's right." The palace maid had a smile on her face, bright as the sun, "It was the emperor who personally went to Concubine Su to bring the princess out, if it weren't for the emperor, the princess might not have survived for a few days." ”

With Su Xueyao's means of torturing herself, she really didn't live for a few days, and Chu Junxi listened to the words of this palace maid while taking medicine.

"When the princess was brought back, her body was cold and stiff like a stone, and her clothes were stained with blood as if she had been soaked in blood, and the wounds on her body were hideous, and her skin and flesh turned out and she was dying.

He was actually nervous about his injuries, and Chu Junxi was a little surprised. It's just a deal between himself and him, everyone takes what they need, and they can't talk about friends and even more care.

Chu Junxi once thought that in the future, he would still be alone in the empty hall, the only difference was that Hou Yan's palace became Gutuo's palace, the same gorgeous and lonely.

Chu Junxi closed the book in his hand, and the jade bamboo outside the window swished under the breeze, which was a different scenery from Hou Yan. It seems that he is no longer the same as before, his former self is alone without care, and no one will care even if he dies, but now he is a princess and a princess, shouldering the safety of this Hou Yan, and he does not even have the right to die.

Linglong said, "Princess, the emperor has ordered you to recuperate here, and you can recuperate with peace of mind." ”

It is said that it is a peace of mind to recuperate, it is really a peace of mind to recuperate, the waiter in front of the inner prison hugged back, poured tea and water, shh Although Chu Junxi is a princess, her life so far is not as good as that of her subordinates, and now she finally understands the life of a princess.

I don't know if it's the emperor's order, since she lived here, Su Xueyao has never bothered her again, the daily tonic soup and delicacies of the mountains and seas, Chu Junxi's body has improved rapidly, and the days have returned to their former quietness.

As the day of the first emperor's entry into the Huangling Tomb approached, Chu Junxi's heart became uneasy. I am a princess, so I understand that many things cannot be decided by the emperor alone, such as martyrdom, which is a rule set by the ancestors, and even the emperor cannot change it.

The uneasiness in her heart was like a ripple thrown into the lake and gradually expanded, until the entrance to the mausoleum was completed, Chu Junxi did not hear a single movement, and she, the princess of Heqin, seemed to be forgotten.

Although it is not clear what method the emperor used to save himself from being martyred, Chu Junxi knew that he had done it, and he had fulfilled his promise to himself. Reborn after the catastrophe, Chu Junxi should be happy, but she doesn't look happy at all now, as if life and death are the same for her.

"What are you looking at?"

A low and slightly hoarse voice sounded behind him, Chu Junxi turned around sharply, and Yuan Yongyan came in from outside the door, this was the first time he had seen him since he ascended the throne.

Yuan Yongyan is wearing an ink-colored robe today, with a five-clawed auspicious dragon embroidered with gold thread, a royal ribbon of Chaoxiang Taiming tied around her waist, her black and shiny hair is held high with a purple and gold crown, a pair of sword eyebrows are crystal black glass-like eyes, the thin and moderate lips of the tall nose bridge are slightly hooked with an elegant arc, the delicate face is handsome but domineering, the dignity and arrogance exuded around the body, and the imperial momentum is convincing.

"The slave has seen the emperor." Chu Jun saluted, and he could feel the cold air from the outside brought by him.

Yuan Yongyan sat down on the edge of the couch, "No need to be polite." ”

"Slave and maid, thank the emperor."

"Don't call yourself a slave in the future, you are Hou Yan's princess, different from those subordinates in the palace."

Chu Junxi was slightly stunned, and then said, "Yes." ”

Yuan Yongyan took out a porcelain bottle of white jade from her sleeve, "The cream in this bottle has the effect of removing scars, and if you apply it to the wound every day, it will not leave a scar." ”

The white jade bottle glowed softly in the candlelight, and Chu Junxi was a little moved, "Thank you for the emperor's love." ”

Yuan Yongyan saw the Zhenlong chess game in front of the window and walked over to watch it carefully. Chu Junxi looked at his back and secretly speculated about the purpose of his coming here.

"Mille-feuille Treasure Pavilion, I didn't expect you to be interested in this." Yuan Yongyan had a faint smile on her face, and the indifference around her body was a little restrained, "Have you thought of a solution?" ”

Chu Junxi shook his head, he didn't know anything about chess, and when he was looking for a book on the bookshelf, he accidentally found a chess game, and was attracted by the Zhenlong chess game above, so he took it to study, just to pass the time, as for how to solve the chess game, he didn't care.

"I was also obsessed with Zhenlong for a while, and I read a lot of books." Yuan Yongyan sighed, as if reminiscing about the past, "I heard Linglong say that you have never gone out, aren't you bored?" ”

"I'm used to it." When Hou Yan was there, he had no freedom.

"Let's go for a walk around the courtyard with me."

The weather was not very good, the gray sky seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and the occasional breeze blew through his cheeks like needles. The season of flowers has long passed, and the courtyard at this time is deserted, with only bare branches vying to stretch upward.

The two came to the pavilion in the courtyard, Yuan Yongyan sat down on the stone bench, Chu Junxi sat opposite him, surrounded by palace people carrying braziers, and he didn't feel cold in the pavilion where the wind was ventilated on all sides.

Yuan Yongyan looked not far away, as if thinking, and seemed to be concentrating on enjoying the scenery in the courtyard.

The first emperor did not have an edict, no matter which of the two princes became the emperor, there would be people who were dissatisfied, in order to calm these things, he must have spent a lot of his thoughts, how difficult it is to be an emperor who makes people happy and submitted.

"The emperor has something on his mind?"

Yuan Yongyan retracted her gaze and looked at Chu Junxi, "What do you think I'm worried about?" ”

I don't know about Gutuo, the only thing related to me is Hou Yan, Chu Junxi was shocked in his heart, "The emperor promised me that I would live in peace with Hou Yan and never say war." ”

Yuan Yongyan chuckled, "I promised you that I would naturally do it." ”

That kind of indifferent strategy, as if everything was under his control, made Chu Jun feel at ease and put his mind at ease, "Thank you, Your Majesty." ”

A plum blossom blooms in the corner of the wall, the bright red petals are delicate and dazzling, the cold wind blows, the flower branches shake, the fragrance of flowers is sent with the wind, different from the rich fragrance of peony, the cool and light of chrysanthemum, but a kind of distant and ethereal fragrance, as if the fragrance is kneaded into the cold of winter.

It was winter, it was dark early, and after dinner, Chu Junxi sat under the window and read as usual, and the carved copper candlestick next to it was lit with red candles, and the candle tears rolled down and condensed into piles.

On the table on the couch is a cyan willow leaf vase with several plum blossoms in full bloom.

In the afternoon, when enjoying the plum blossoms in the courtyard, the emperor asked himself if he liked the plum blossoms, and he was impressed by the tenacity and noble character of the plum blossoms, so he naturally liked it, so he folded it down and gave it to himself, Chu Jun regretted not understanding what he meant, was it a whim or a faint reminder to himself?