He is indeed a Ming monarch, who holds the world in his hands, Ze is born by the common people, opens up the territory, and dominates the country, however, he will eventually lose in the eyes that are deliberately avoided because of excessive spoiling, and play with those relatives who have sacrificed their hearts for him between applause.

She slammed up from her seat, ignoring the sharp pain in her chest......

But Yuwen Xuanzheng stopped her: "The emperor is not in the palace......"

"Where?"

"Taimiao. Tomorrow, the army will go to the army, and the emperor will go to the temple to pray for blessings, and at this time it is already a hundred miles away, and you can't catch up......" He hugged Su Jinling: "Actually, it doesn't have to be like this." Sooner or later, these things will happen, and we are all prepared, and now it is just a matter of who can hold out until the end. Going on an expedition may not be a dead end! ”

He smiled, it was tough.

At this moment, he is no longer the prince who shouts and kills when he encounters trouble, and he is no longer the Eighth Highness who jumps like thunder at every turn. He was tall, burly, and a young man's heart was gradually maturing and steady, exuding the brilliance of perseverance.

"Jinling, I think it's ......"

He wanted to speak and stopped, but Su Jinling immediately understood his hesitation: "Where is he?" ”

Yuwen Xuanzheng smiled: "I think you will know." ”

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Su Jinling came to the Jingxiang Garden out of breath.

She didn't ignore Yuxiu Mountain, she didn't ignore Shuyutan...... It's quiet.

The heart is not lost, but the next moment, she appeared in Qionghualin.

In mid-autumn, even in the soft light gold of the afternoon, the cascading green leaves have lost their spring vitality, and they hang low, and from time to time they make a whisper or two, leaving countless flickering spots of light in the ears of each other.

In the dark green depths, an ice-colored figure sat quietly.

The delicate light flickered, and his figure loomed.

He was so quiet, as if a passing immortal was resting here, and people didn't dare to disturb him easily.

I don't know why, when I saw this scene, Su Jinling suddenly choked on my throat.

She bit her lip hard, suppressed the blur in front of her, took a deep breath, and stepped forward gently.

The grass beneath his feet was no longer verdant in spring, half yellow and half green layered, and a slight sigh under the stone blue and yellow chrysanthemum satin shoes made everything around him look a little haggard, including the ice-colored man.

The man must have heard the commotion, but remained motionless.

The wide hem of the robe fell to the ground, and the wind carefully picked up a corner and quietly fiddled with it.

The wisteria swing was long gone, and only the tiny leaves of the cyan vine were silent in the barely detectable swaying.

Suddenly, I remembered the bad remark about this swing...... Once you sit on it, you will be trapped by love for the rest of your life.

And on that spring day, Qionghua was like snow and wisteria like mist, he raised his chin and laughed, and suddenly his expression changed again, and he said in a deep voice: "Why is this king afraid of this? Even so, it was willing! ”

He still knew it a long time ago, but he still didn't hesitate.

The sourness in my heart rose again, knowing that this kind of feeling was ashamed of Yuwen Xuancang, but I couldn't suppress that discomfort no matter what.

She watched him sit there quietly, still with his back to the vines, looking leisurely, but she was suddenly afraid that the fairy-like person would disappear in the blink of an eye, and suddenly felt that this goodbye might really never see each other again......

"Lord Wang......" she couldn't help but call urgently.

Yuwen Xuanyi turned his head and glanced at her.

There seemed to be a surprise in his eyes, and there was ...... Extremely fine tears welled up in an instant.

Before she could see it, he quickly turned his head away.

After another moment, Fang slowly turned around, his eyes that were half cold and half spring reflected the thick shade of green leaves, and his lips smiled lightly, as before: "You are here......"

Suddenly, he couldn't help crying and knelt on the ground: "The slave and maid thank the prince for saving his life, and the slave and maid have affected the prince......"

With his sleeves open, one hand helped her up steadily. The hand used a little force, and retracted it back, as if to embrace her into his arms...... But it suddenly stopped.

A voice fell into his ears: "Xuan Zheng is talking nonsense with you again?" ”

She nodded, then shook her head hurriedly.

He smiled: "It's just to pay back what he owes me, and it has nothing to do with you......"

Knowing that this was just his comforting words, my heart became more and more sad, but I heard him laugh and say, "And if you have to think like this, you owe this king again......

Tears are more intense.

"But I owe it again......" seemed to sigh long.

She choked with tears and didn't know what to say.

His voice became cheerful, accompanied by the swing: "Let this king think about it, how much do you owe?" This time, but think about how you can pay it back......"

"The slave and maid hope that the prince will triumph as soon as possible......"

The swing whispered abruptly, and his eyes suddenly shone like stars shining in the deep sea.

But the next moment, it was silent again, and his voice was even more cheerful and empty: "Yes, this king has to come back to ask for your interest......

"And if I don't come back......" his tone suddenly lowered.

"Lord ......"

This sentence seems to provoke the fear in my heart.

She looked at him for a moment, for fear that he would disappear like this.

She looked at him for a moment, as if she wanted to see the decision in his heart from that eye.

Why, why does it feel as if he has ...... Going to the will?

"Silly girl."

He smiled and stood up.

The breeze swept his sideburns, stirred his clothes, sent the cold fragrance of Du Ruo to her, and pulled her lake-green streamers, flying hair, faintly entangled.

Even if she didn't look up, she knew that he was looking at herself, and she could even imagine that gaze must be a soft spring light that has gone to charm, and it must be an affectionate vein that can make women in the world indulge in it.

And yet she couldn't look.

She couldn't give him anything. There are some intentions, he understands, she also understands, and what is clear is unspeakable, unbreakable.

"The slave begs the prince to return safely, even if ...... If you don't return, please live, live well......"

Suddenly, he returned to the quiet fragrance garden in the spring of last year, and he leaned on the Taihu Lake Stone and listened to the conversation between the cold and sharp man and a little palace maid.

At that time, he only thought it was funny, but it was this sentence "live, live well", but it was like a stone thrown into the quiet lake, which easily disturbed his heart.

"Jinling, can I ......?"

She lifted her eyes suddenly, and they met his.

The eyes are bottomless, full of spring and eager expectations, like starlight, lighting up the whole world.

Suddenly panicked.

If so, if so, what did he ask...... In this case, it seems that she has to do something to say goodbye, but what should she do? She does have a soul from the modern era, but she doesn't want to do anything to be sorry for Yuwen Xuancang, even if it's just a hug.

The flash dimmed little by little, like fireworks falling out, leaving only an empty night sky.

But he smiled, took a step back, and solemnly saluted: "Please also ask Miss Jinling to visit Concubine Yu more in my absence, and ...... on my behalf Take care of her. ”

After a moment of silence, he solemnly returned the salute: "The slave must do her best to live up to the prince's trust!" ”

smiled lightly, as if letting go of the burden in his heart: "Since this is the case, this king is grateful to the girl." Please take good care of yourself, this king...... I took my leave. ”

After finishing speaking, he looked at her deeply and drifted away.

Su Jinling watched fixedly, the ice color gradually disappearing into the dark green.

There was silence all around, only the whispering of birds and the swaying of branches and leaves.

She walked over to the wisteria swing and gently stroked the deep green vines.

It seems that his temperature is still left on it, although the body temperature of the Yuwen family is uniformly cold.

"There's a bad saying about this swing, once you sit on it, you'll be trapped in love for the rest of your life!"

His seemingly careless voice sounded in his ears again.

After a moment's hesitation, he sat down again.

The water-green flower-sprinkled skirt brushed the half-yellow and half-green withered grass under the feet, and the blades of grass swayed back and forth under the wind.

She remembered that he was standing beside her, pushing the swing one by one, and she stared at the grass like this, and said to him, "The prince is not the same as usual." ”

Things that I don't care about on a daily basis begin to flood in a string once they reach a certain moment and a certain environment.

It's just that she wonders, when did she accumulate so many memories about him, and it was still so clear?

Leaning his head on the wisteria, he sighed and closed his eyes tiredly.

However, there was a voice, very light and thin, like floating spider silk, but it easily drew her attention.

Very light and very fine, extremely soft and very slow, with lingering sorrow, with endless thoughts...... That's how the wind came.

It's the song "Burial Heart".

Such a Qingyue, such an ethereal, should come from the Suqin in the Zhiyu Pavilion.

I still remember that under the Zhiyu Pavilion, her fingers were ground bloodied by the repeated music, and it was he who later prepared a pair of tortoiseshell nails next to the piano.

I still remember that he played the tune leisurely, and laughed very freely: "If you get this beauty, you will live up to her, and you won't let her be sad and sad on this good spring day......"

I still remember that the torrential rain fell suddenly, and he stood at the tuyere to shelter himself from the wind and rain, and the thunder roared...... Even though she tried to avoid it repeatedly, she still knew that it was him...... Hold herself tightly, anxious because she can't relieve her pain......

The sound of the piano was faint, wrapped in indescribable light wounds, over the red wall, through the treetops, accompanied by the afternoon sun, scattered on the ground.

Memories are cut into pieces, then connected together, and come flooding in, overwhelming, and tumbling like a tide.

How so?

I closed my eyes, as if I saw the curtains in the Zhiyu Pavilion rolling, an ice-colored figure looming, with open sleeves in the wind, sideburns fluttering, beautiful long fingers sliding leisurely on the strings, and a sound floated out of the piano...... If I'm right, can I be considered a bosom friend of Miss Jinling?

When he opened his eyes, he seemed to see the ice-colored figure standing in the Qionghua forest, falling and dancing, which could not hide his worldly elegance and added to the immortal elegance. At that time, he looked at the full tree and jade snow with nostalgia, and said softly...... Qionghua only blooms once a year, I have been many years without time to watch, today to see, very lucky, there are beauties to enjoy the flowers, even more fortunate. I don't know if there will be a chance to come here to enjoy the flowers in the coming year, and I don't know if Miss Jinling is willing to accompany the king to enjoy the flowers?

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