Yuehua was a little surprised, and couldn't help asking, "Where are we going?" ”

"Take you out for a walk." Mo Guhan replied, and then added: "Don't worry, I brought silver taels with me this time." ”

Yuehua couldn't help but think of the fact that a few people left the palace on the Shangyuan Festival, and still had palpitations, and worried: "If you don't bring more guards and leave the palace alone, will this be incomplete?" ”

Mo Guhan shook his head: "The last time I left the palace, I had a plan, and I didn't necessarily leak the news, so the other party had a premeditated plan." This time we went out of the palace secretly, God didn't know, ghosts didn't know, rest assured. ”

Yuehua just put her mind at ease, and she couldn't hold back her excitement and excitement, and looked out frequently.

The carriage passed through the streets and alleys all the way, straight out of the city, along the road flowers red willow green, grass grows warbler flying, spring light is infinite. Yuehua was dizzying, and felt that leaving the palace with the vermilion wall and high courtyard, looking at the mountains and rivers was more interesting than before.

The carriage stopped at the edge of the maple forest, and Mo Guhan lifted a bamboo basket from the carriage, which was filled with incense, candles, paper foil, tribute fresh fruits, and a pot of good wine.

Yuehua was a little surprised, Mo Guhan smiled lightly: "A few days ago, Qingming, I was busy with the big sacrifice, and it was just over the cusp, so I couldn't accompany you to come to pay tribute. ”

Yuehua couldn't help but choke a little at the tip of her throat, as the queen of Chang'an, according to the rules left by her ancestors, once she married into the royal family, then she would be a royal person for the rest of her life, and she could no longer frequently pay tribute to her deceased relatives. Two days ago, during the Qingming Festival, I was indeed sad, and I felt that I could not be filial to my parents in front of the grave, and I was really unfilial. Unexpectedly, Mo Guhan was so careful and considerate.

She blinked, and a thousand words in her heart could only turn into a "thank you".

Stepping out of the carriage and looking around, there was something completely different from the scene when I left last year. Everything was restored, and the bleak maple forest was rejuvenated, the tender green leaves emerged from the gray slips of paper, and the gods spread their tender arms, with fluffy fine hairs, like newborn babies.

Mo Guhan gently took her hand, and the two stepped on the soft grass and walked slowly towards the maple forest.

Xu is because of the different mood, Yuehua is walking in the maple forest at this time, not as helpless and painful as before, but he actually feels that the grass and trees here are light and spiritual, and they are also infiltrated with the joy of spring.

She was in a trance, always feeling like a dream, and there was an unreal worry. feels that his current wealth and glory is an illusory dream, and Mo Guhan's thousands of favors for him are also a mirror.

This scented spring breeze blew Chang'an green, blew the Forbidden City red, and warmed the relationship between himself and Mo Guhan. However, one day, this wind will be cold, and with the gloom of autumn, it will blow away all the beauty in front of me.

Her sudden sentimentality made her eyebrows naturally fall melancholy, Mo Guhan turned his head to look at her, paused, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" ”

Yuehua smiled far-fetched: "Suddenly I felt a little emotional." ”

"Tell me about it."

Yuehua hesitated slightly, and finally said truthfully: "All the happiness of the concubine is given by the emperor, so she always suffers from gains and losses, and it feels like a pillow of yellow sorghum." I am always worried that when I wake up one day, things are wrong and grace is no more. ”

Mo Guhan carefully looked at Yuehua's eyes, stretched out his hand and pointed to the mountains and lush woods in the distance, and said solemnly: "Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the cycle goes on and on, everything in the world is also ever-changing, and good times are not permanent, so it is common sense that you have such feelings."

But Yuehua, in this world, there is always one thing that can be rotten and unchanging, that is, feelings. Similarly, in this world, apart from the country, the only thing that can make me want to have it for a long time is you.

You said that at this time, we don't hear each other, and I wish to shine on you every month, how much I hope, you will really be the bright moon in the sky, no matter when and where, where I am, as long as I look up, I can see you.

I've never liked anyone like this before, so I'm probably stupid, very egoistic, and can't give you a solid sense of security. However, I have always changed, doing my best to make up for the debts I owed you before, spoiling you and loving you. ”

The love words came out of Mo Guhan's mouth continuously, Yuehua never thought that this man, who had always been cold and cold, would say such scorching love words, which surprised her a little, her nose was sore, and she actually rolled down hot tears out of nowhere.

"It's not that Yuehua doesn't believe in the emperor, she just feels that she is afraid for no reason, worried that she is not good enough."

Mo Guhan grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently: "Good or bad, you are all unique Chu Yuehua, unparalleled in the world." ”

Yuehua raised his head, broke free of his hand, pulled a hairpin from his bun, turned around on the maple tree on the side, concentrated on the internal force, and laboriously carved a line of small words: May the moon shine on you.

Then, she turned around and looked at Mo Guhan with a smile, tears trembling in her eyes.

"If, if, one day, Yuehua is not good enough, the emperor doesn't like it, so let Yuehua go, let Yuehua return to this maple forest, don't let me be trapped in Qingqiu Palace, I can only look up at the blue sky in the corner every day.

Here, there is the emperor's promise, there is the emperor's kindness to Yuehua, from that day I fainted here, the moment the emperor rescued Yuehua, it is the most beautiful treasure in Yuehua's memories. As long as you return here, these memories will be able to warm Yuehua for a lifetime and support Yuehua to be happy forever. All right? ”

Mo Guhan shook his head categorically: "It's not good." ”

"Why?"

"Because, in this life, no matter whether you are good or not, I will never let go, you are wishful thinking."

The tears that condensed in Yuehua's eyes finally couldn't bear its weight anymore and rolled down her cheeks. She said duplicitously: "I won't believe it." ”

Mo Guhan pointed to General Chu's mausoleum in front of him, and said solemnly: "In front of General Chu's tomb, do I dare to be inconsistent with my words and deeds?" If there is a half-word lie......"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yuehua anxiously interrupted him: "You are the emperor!" ”

"It is precisely because I am the emperor and Chrysostom that I can't be untrustworthy."

Mo Gu Han's words are chiseled, the majestic and upright figure is as stable as Tingyue, Yuehua doesn't know where the anxiety in her heart comes from, perhaps, is it really because she is too pretentious, or because she cherishes it too much, she is afraid of losing?

The door of the house where the tomb keeper lived next to the tomb squeaked open, and the tomb keeper came out and looked at the two of them.

Yuehua wiped her eyes embarrassedly, turned her face away, and nodded at the grave keeper.

After Lu Bo disappeared, the old housekeeper reintroduced an old man surnamed Zhang to guard the tomb, and Yuehua knew it.

The tomb keeper Xu is old eyes were dizzy, squinted his eyes for a long time, and only then did he recognize Yuehua and Mo Guhan, he was taken aback, and knelt on the ground in a panic: "The old slave knocks on the emperor, the queen mother, long live the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the mother." ”

Yuehua and Mo Guhan stepped forward and pardoned Pingshen: "This palace came to worship your parents, you don't have to be nervous." ”

The old man guarding the tomb stood up tremblingly, and was at a loss for a while.

Yuehua and Mo Guhan walked to the tomb and placed the same tributes, incense and candles were around, and the mellow fragrance of wine was filled in front of the monument.

Every time she came to worship her parents in the past, Yuehua couldn't help but cry, feeling a thousand pains in her heart, feeling abandoned by her parents and alone. Now she suddenly found that she was able to face it with great calm, and she was no longer so sad and helpless.

The grave keeper stood behind the two of them respectfully, and he didn't dare to come out, oozing a cold sweat.

After Yuehua finished worshipping, she turned around and smiled at the tomb keeper: "Life here is hard, and you are tired of wronging." ”

The tomb keeper was simply flattered, and shook his head again and again: "Not tired, not tired, not bitter, Pingsuli is clean here, and there are only a few days before and after the Qingming Festival, and people come and go for two days." ”

When Yuehua was outside the palace, she lived in the Hou Ye's Mansion, and she couldn't often go to the maple forest to worship her parents, but on the New Year's Day or usually, if anyone came to worship, Lu Bo would tell Yuehua one by one.

Most of them are my father's original subordinates or a few old friends, and many people in Yuehua don't know them.

"During the Qingming Festival, are there a lot of people who come to worship?"

The tomb keeper pondered in his heart for a moment, and then raised his head and said: "Lao Er has not been here for a long time, and the people who come and go don't know it. There were about thirty or forty of them. Oh, by the way, there is also a more noble person, I heard Young Master Mu Bai call him 'Lord Chen'. ”

"Lord Chen is also here?"

Mo Guhan raised his eyebrows slightly: "You originally knew King Chen?" ”

Yuehua shook her head: "I don't know, but I heard Lu Bo talk about it before, and he came to worship his father a few times during the New Year of King Chen." ”

Mo Guhan was silent for a moment, and said with heartfelt emotion: "It is easy for the world to put icing on the cake, but it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow." After General Chu passed away, King Chen still cared about General Chu's righteousness and came to worship, which was really a bright festival. I'm ashamed of myself. ”

Yuehua also heard a little about King Chen, he was the most outstanding among the princes, with both ability and political integrity, and he was a rare talent for governing the world, and his reputation was also good among the Chinese military officials. But since Mo Guhan succeeded to the throne, King Chen was deposed one after another, and now he is just the most idle prince, as straight as an idle cloud and wild crane.

Listening to Mo Guhan's tone today, he is full of appreciation for King Chen, not to mention that he is eager to seek talent, why don't you want to use it?

The grave keeper was right in front of him, and Yuehua didn't dare to ask the question in her heart. Diverting the topic, he asked, "Does Young Master Mu Bai often come to worship my father?" ”

The tomb keeper nodded: "Young Master Mu Bai said that General Chu has nurtured him, and he often comes over to sit in front of the tomb and drink without saying a word. ”

Yuehua saw that there were indeed many large and small wine jars under the windowsill in front of the house, about more than twenty. Thinking of Chu Mubai drinking alone in front of the tomb, Yuehua felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Mo Guhan's face turned cold, he frowned suddenly, stared at the row of wine jars, took two steps forward, lifted the hem of his clothes, and half-squatted down.