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For some reason, Yan Xun was a little nervous, he sat down next to Nalan Hongye, but he was a little cramped and wanted to dodge, frowning and said, "Don't stab me." [No pop-ups. 】”

Nalan Hongye raised his eyebrows, "People who have been on the battlefield, are you still afraid of this little embroidery needle?" ”

Yan Xun obviously couldn't trust her craftsmanship, so she frowned and didn't speak. Soon, however, she was seen threading the needle and thread with great skill, and her fingers were slender, and the needle and thread seemed to come alive in her hands.

She is so thin, from Yan Xun's point of view, she can only see a beautiful white neck. The sun shone on her, with a calm and serene atmosphere, and the air was faintly scented with medicine, and the sand in the hourglass slid down slightly, so quiet that you could almost hear the rustle of needles and threads through her clothes.

Suddenly, Nalan Hongye's hand shook and coughed gently.

At first, she was still trying to control it, but gradually, she became more and more uncontrollable, and her voice became louder and louder. Yan Xun frowned, stretched out his other hand, patted her back gently, and shouted as she patted, "Bring water, hurry up." ”

Wen Yuan hurriedly ran up, Yan Xun took the tea and fed her a sip. Her breathing gradually stabilized, but her cheeks flushed and her eyes grew tired.

"It's okay, do you need to call the imperial doctor?"

Nalan Hongye shook his head weakly, "No need, it's an old problem, just rest for a while." ”

"Don't make up this dress today, let's make it up when you feel better."

Nalan Hongye was also really tired, so he nodded.

Yan Xun took off his coat, handed it to Wen Yuan, and instructed: "Wait until your mother is in good spirits, and you are not allowed to give it to her in the past few days." ”

Wen Yuan nodded happily and said in her heart: It's been five years, God has finally opened his eyes, and the emperor also knows that he feels sorry for his mother.

Yan Xun put on a big fur and said to Nalan Hongye: "I will go first, you can rest well." ”

Nalan Hongye nodded, Yan Xun turned around and walked out, and the curtains of the main hall were lifted layer by layer, and his figure was hidden little by little. I don't know why, Nalan Hongye suddenly felt so flustered, as if his heart was full of weeds, and suddenly shouted: "Your Majesty? ”

Yan Xun was stunned for a moment, and turned back from afar.

The palace was so deep, and they were so far away, that they looked at each other like this, and time passed between them, a year, two years, three years, five years, and those that he didn't know, ten years, eight years, many, many years.

"Tonight, the concubine ordered the kitchen to cook a few more good dishes, your majesty, are you still here?"

Yan Xun stood in the center of the hall, far away, looking at the woman sitting on the bed.

It was his wife, the wife he had never faced, but who had really helped him a lot in a practical sense.

He stood there, just looking at her, trying to remember in his mind what she had been like, but all that he remembered was a blank space except for the pearls and splendid gold and jade. And now, she is dressed in soft white clothes, without a headgear, without fat powder, with white lips and blue lips, and is thin, like a candle in the wind, and I don't know how long it will burn.

That's it...... Yan Xun sighed silently in his heart.

Even if she seized Xuan Mo's military power, even though she may have noticed her relationship with Xuan Mo and privately destroyed the last letter that Xuan Mo wrote to herself before his death......

That's it.

From afar, Yan Xun nodded and said, "You have a good rest first, and I will come to see you in the evening." ”

The doors were wide open and a fresh breeze blew in.

Nalan Hongye sat on the couch, silently looking at his distant back, his face was gentle, and his eyes were as quiet as the clouds in the sky.

"Niangniang-" Wen Yuan smiled happily, as if she didn't know what to say, and finally rushed out, shouting, "Slave go and prepare." ”

Nalan Hongye took a deep breath and leaned back in the soft quilt. Suddenly remembered that dusk many years ago, he rode a horse, caught up from afar, and finally stood at the head of the bridge to her who was traveling far away, and shouted loudly: "I buried good wine under the pear blossom tree, will you come back next year?" ”

Will you come back next year?

Will you come back next year?

Are you still coming?

For many years, as soon as she closed her eyes, she could hear this voice. It seems like it was just yesterday, right in my ears.

"Come on! You wait for me! She sat down in the carriage, poked her head out, and shouted at him, who had become a small black dot.

Come! You wait for me!

However, she never went back.

Her father died, leaving her and her sick mother and brother and the ambitious imperial ministers of the Manchu Dynasty to deal with each other, and the country fell on her thin and immature shoulders.

And he, his family was ruined and displaced, and the former pride of heaven became a prisoner in an instant.

Ten years of life and death, they finally returned to the place where they met in the past, but unfortunately, the mountains and rivers have been broken, things are not people, even though they are relative, but they no longer know each other.

She slowly closed her eyes and tugged at the corners of her mouth, bringing out a shallow smile.

Before it got dark, Wen Yuan was busy, matching her clothes, dressing her up, and the people in the kitchen knew that the emperor was still coming to eat, and they were also riveting to prepare. Although she didn't want to do this, it was rare to see them so happy, so she didn't object.

However, it was getting darker and darker, and it was already past the time for supper, and he still did not come.

All the subordinates were secretly anxious, Wen Yuan sent capable subordinates out to inquire about the news, and he comforted Nalan Hongye over and over again.

Nalan Hongye's heart gradually became clear, but he didn't feel sad, he just felt a little empty. Yushu is right, the southeast hall is too big, and it always seems deserted.

After a while, the little eunuch beside Yan Xun came to pass the word, saying that there was an urgent military situation in the northwest Meilin Pass, and the emperor was discussing politics with several adults in the military council office tonight, so he didn't come.

At that moment, Nalan Hongye could almost clearly hear the sighs coming from the entire hall. She calmly replied to the messenger and rewarded. Said to Wen Yuan: "Okay, let's set the meal." ”

Wen Yuan was stunned, "Huh? ”

Nalan Hongye smiled and said: "Dinner, the emperor is not coming, doesn't the palace need to eat?" ”

Wen Yuan woke up at this time, and hurriedly took the depressed subordinates to pass the food.

Nalan Hongye ate more than 20 dishes by herself, her appetite seemed to be exceptionally good today, and her spirit was good, and she ate it for a long time before she asked her subordinates to serve soup.

For the next three days, Yan Xun was busy with the military. Princess Zhao Chun'er of Jing'an retreated into southern Xinjiang after the defeat that year, and even though she was surrounded and suppressed by Zhuge Yue several times, she still escaped by luck. And Zhuge Yue hindered Zhao Che's affection, seeing that she no longer attacked Bian Tang, and did not kill them all. However, recently, there has been news in the northwest that Princess Jing'an's people and horses and the Canrong people outside the Guanxi move around frequently, and I am afraid that there will be changes.

For a while, all kinds of information were quickly transmitted to the capital, and the Dayan Imperial Court suddenly became nervous.

In the past three days, Nalan Hongye's condition has been repeated several times, and the southeast hall is gloomy and bleak, and it is cold and silent.

That night, Nalan Hongye, who had not stayed for three days, suddenly sat up and asked Wen Yuan to bring her brocade box in the cabinet.

Wen Yuan originally wanted to persuade her not to worry about her mind, but seeing her firm expression, she didn't dare to say anything.

A sandalwood-colored brocade box, which looks very old, is not heavy, and it is light and fluttering in the hand, and I don't know what valuable things are inside, and there are three locks side by side.

Wen Yuan dusted off the dust on the surface of the box with a handkerchief, and couldn't help coughing, only to see that the ash had accumulated very thickly, and she didn't know how long it had been placed.

Nalan Hongye took the box, looked at it silently for a while, and then picked up three keys from under the pillow and opened the box.

Wen Yuan stretched her neck, only to see that the box contained a thick stack of letters, many of which had been yellowed and looked very old. She couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and frowned in confusion.

"Wen Yuan, go get a brazier and come in."

"Niangniang, what do you want the brazier for?"

Nalan Hongye pointed to the letters and said, "Burn these." ”

"Huh? Go up in flames? Wen Yuan was stunned, although she didn't know who wrote these letters, but just looking at the place where the queen put them, she knew that they must be very important, and hurriedly asked, "Why, Niangniang?" Why burn it? ”

Nalan Hongye thought for a moment and said softly: "If you don't burn it, will you still leave others sad and guilty?" ”

Wen Yuan obviously didn't understand, but walked out obediently, and after a while, a brazier was brought in, and the charcoal fire crackled and was warm.

"Wen Yuan, you go out first."

Wen Yuan nodded, "Yes, if the mother has something to do, she will call the slave." ”

The doors of the temple were shut, and the hall was quiet again. Nalan Hongye picked up the thick stack of letters, her pale fingers rubbing the letter paper that she didn't know how many times she had read, and her eyes gradually softened.

Yes, my aunt is right, she's a coward.

The dignity of the eldest princess, the national body of Huai Song, and the surname of Nalan are all fake, and they are all self-deception. She was just scared, just didn't have the guts, just didn't dare to take that step.

He doesn't know everything, so when she sees that he misses Xuanmo and takes more care of Yushu and Yong'er, she will feel sweet, she will feel that he still attaches importance to his righteous brother, and she will know that she still has a status in his heart.

But once he knew everything, but he didn't fall in love with her, how could he be embarrassed?

She was afraid, she didn't have the courage, she was afraid that he was only slightly shocked after everything was revealed, but he couldn't respond to the feelings she was looking forward to. She was afraid that after she had made a desperate bet, she still couldn't compete with the person in his heart. She was afraid that after the truth was in front of her, she was still the one who was doomed to fail, but she didn't even have the right to continue to fantasize and continue to dream, at least, now she could lie to herself and say that she was as important as that person.

Look, she is such a cowardly person, knowing that she is deceiving herself, but she still stubbornly persists.

But what can be done? Her love is like a tree that does not bear fruit, and she is afraid of the moment when autumn comes, so she stubbornly stays in spring and summer, so that she does not have to face the bleak ending.

She picked up a yellowed piece of letterhead, the ink dripping, her hands raised high, her fingertips pale and slender. The letter paper has been left for a long time, and it is already thin and brittle, making a crisp sound. Suddenly, Nalan Hongye let go of her hand lightly, the letter paper slipped down, and the tongue of fire in the brazier suddenly rose, engulfing the letter she had cherished for many, many years, and in an instant, it turned into ashes.

Just look at the refreshing one