"Niangniang's kindness to the slave and maid is like a mountain, the slave and the maid were framed by others, and the mother and maid were suspenseful for the slave and maid day and night, and the slave and maid were too late to be grateful, how could they blame the mother? Besides, all this is because of the carelessness of the slave maid, who failed the mother's past teachings, and almost made a big mistake, hurting the mother's reputation, and hoping that the mother will forgive her sins......"

Concubine Xian hurriedly helped her up, her face full of love: "You kid, it's really more and more in line with the heart of this palace......"

Yan Shun wiped the sweat from his forehead again, and looked at Su Jinling, who had been lowering his eyebrows.

The remarks just now can be described as leaky, but I don't know if she really thinks so in her heart or if she is vain and wronged, if it is the latter, she is diligent. After this incident, she has also learned to be smart.

Concubine Xian instructed people to still place Su Jinling in Tingxue Xuan.

Su Jinling thanked her, and when she turned to leave, she suddenly picked up the word "Wangye" and couldn't help but slow down.

"Mrs. Yun is the birthday of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the prince is afraid that he will not be able to enter the palace......"

"It's okay, the two of them have been married for two years, but Xuan Cang has never been able to accompany Yiyun to celebrate his birthday. During this time, he always came to me and discussed with me how to celebrate his wife's birthday, and he was not less prepared to come to the house, how could I, an old woman, disturb the Yaxing of other couples? ”

"What did the mother say? I'm not old at all......"

The latter words can no longer be heard, only the sentence "Yaxing of the little couple" hovers in my heart.

It turned out that he didn't enter the palace, it wasn't that he didn't have the opportunity to come to see me, but he was busy celebrating his wife's birthday.

yes, little couple......

Unexpectedly, Fang Yiyun was also the birthday of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there was nothing that had to be done this year, and there were no accidents or conspiracies, so he wanted to accompany his wife......

He did not hesitate to deceive the king and let her survive this catastrophe by faking her death, as long as she lived. Now that she's alive, he's going to avoid suspicion, or......

Little Couple...... Little Couple......

Concubine Xian looked at her back as if she had left unconsciously, and the corners of her lips curved silently, picking up a hint of coldness.

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During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Tianluan City is lit up everywhere, and the lights are shining.

Laughter drowned out the ups and downs of the year, drenched in blood, and there was only an air of peace and prosperity. It turns out that in this huge palace and even in the world, there are really no big deal without so many insignificant people, and after a few laughs, the deep affection that there was once will eventually turn into dust and drift away.

Su Jinling looked at the prosperity in front of her, and suddenly thought that if she really went like that, even if she couldn't see this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival would still be the same.

Want to laugh.

Who do you think you are? Why should someone change because of your absence? You are just one of the many living beings, no different from others, so don't have any greedy delusions, honestly abide by your duties, and do your own thing.

Although I thought so, my heart was depressed, and the endless excitement was more and more clogging my chest, and I only felt that the prosperity in my eyes was like a glimpse in the water.

Yuwen Rongtian saw that she was physically exhausted, and Concubine Xian was also busy sending her back to rest.

She was sent back to Tingxue Xuan by someone, but the palace maid was still worried about the liveliness of Liquan Palace, and only served her to lie on the bed, and went in a hurry.

The candlelight was swaying, and his heart was full of mixed tastes, thinking that Yuwen Xuancang really did not appear at the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet, he unconsciously bit his lip and swallowed back the sourness.

However, imagination is irrepressible, what kind of birthday will Fang Yiyun spend? Not only will there be congratulatory gifts, but there will also be tenderness.

What is your birthday? She almost forgot because she hadn't celebrated a birthday except for fifteen and a ceremony.

No matter how much you endure it, tears eventually slip through the corners of your eyes and wet your pillow.

"Green ants are freshly brewed with wine, and the red clay is a small stove. If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass of nothing? ”

A male voice suddenly sounded outside the window.

Push open the carved window, but see the moon wheel hanging, the clear light shrouded the only osmanthus tree in the courtyard, the string of silver cinnamon seems to be coated with gold powder, crystal embellished in the dense leaves, slightly shaking. The fragrance seems to be misty in this moonlight, floating faintly, and a figure under the tree is faintly enveloped.

The figure sat at the stone table, holding a jade pot in his hand, and was pouring himself a drink, very leisurely.

The shallow spots of light on his body, on the table, at his feet, the blue seemed to melt into this tranquility.

"Slave and maid to the Seventh Highness, the Seventh Highness ......"

"Mid-Autumn Festival, it's just you and me, don't stick to these false courtesies, save yourself from the beautiful scenery of this good night."

Su Jinling was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Did the prince ask you to come?" ”

The streamer green jade pot stagnated in his hand, and the wine was still poured into the jade bamboo cup, and there was just an osmanthus flower falling and straying into the cup, covering the small moon shadow.

"If you say yes, then be it."

Raise a glass and drink it all.

"Come, sit down. I'm not a master today, and you're not a slave, so let's be together, how about enjoying the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival? ”

"The slave maid thinks that His Royal Highness the Seventh wants to admire the moon by himself, but he wants the slave and maid to look at it with blank eyes."

Yuwen Xuanlang smiled softly, and put a jasper cup in front of Su Jinling by trick, and then the jade pot turned lightly, personally poured wine for her, and immediately pressed Su Jinling's hand to pick up the cup: "This wine is strong, drink less." ”

Su Jinling smiled slightly, his eyes fell on his hand, and said softly: "Your Highness the Seventh can rest assured." ”

Yuwen Xuanlang looked at her seriously for a while, his white teeth flashed, he withdrew his hand, took out a small box from his arms, and raised it in front of her: "I'm not afraid to be drunk, I have a sobering pill here." I'm just afraid that you'll drink this wine, so I'll ......."

But seeing Su Jinling's gaze shift, it landed at his feet, and it was a wine jar.

He was a little embarrassed: "Hehe, in fact, I'm here to get you drunk today!" ”

Su Jinling turned the wine glass, watched the moonlight spin on the rim of the glass, and then took a sip: "Is there anything unhappy about His Highness the Seventh?" ”

Yuwen Xuanlang was slightly stunned, and then laughed: "How can I be unhappy?" It's nothing more than ......"

"It's just that you're afraid that I'm sad and want to stay with me, isn't it?"

Yuwen Xuanlang met her gaze and slowly smiled: "Jinling ......"

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon." She smiled faintly, raised her glass, and drank it all.

Yuwen Xuanlang was about to block it, but he still withdrew his hand, saw her lying on the table coughing badly, hurriedly patted her back, and pretended to be happy: "It seems that someone will rob you." There's still a lot of wine, and if you like it, I'll go get another jar......"

The cough stopped, but he fell on the edge of the table and did not move.

Yuwen Xuanlang didn't bother her, continued to pour himself drinks, and occasionally chanted two lines of sour poems, which can be regarded as a full performance of celebrities and celebrities.

But the man remained motionless.

She was wrapped in a heavy cloak, and even her hood was tightly buttoned, and at first glance it looked like a garment tied to the table.

The wind blew through the treetops, sprinkling the leaves and whispering, but it couldn't hide a soft sob.

He finally sighed: "Jinling, it's been so long, I think there are some things you should understand." Many times, even if he is in a high position, he can't do it casually, he always has to think too much, especially for the people he cherishes, so even if he does it on the surface, he ...... in his heart."

"Your Highness the Seventh, didn't you say that you want to enjoy the full moon together? It's not interesting to talk to yourself like this, so it's better to tell something interesting......"

"Hey, it's interesting...... Yuwen Xuanlang paused, blinked, and suddenly smiled: "If you say something interesting, aren't you?" ”

"Me?"

"yes, remember the first time we met? I watched you on the mountain for a long time, and I threw a few pebbles before you found me, do you think you are stupid? ”

"Am I stupid?"

"Yes, you can't climb trees, you can't jump walls, you're so cowardly, and you can't tell the direction, so I have to take you to find ......"

The sound stopped abruptly.

At this moment, the clouds just covered the moonlight, and the little face that had just glowed on the opposite side suddenly darkened.

smiled bitterly, how could he forget, but all the stories about her that he could remember were related to Yuwen Xuancang.

Su Jinling lowered her eyes and turned the wine glass unconsciously.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled: "These things are not interesting at all, but I heard that His Royal Highness has a lot of interesting things, you might as well talk about it......"

"Me? What's interesting about me? If you want to hear it, I'll tell you about Xuan Zheng, that guy......"

Under the moonlight, in the fragrance of flowers, the young prince was full of interest, as if he wanted to dig out every trace of the enemy's troubles and shake it up, and make a name for himself. Thinking about it, Xuan Zheng didn't say a lot of bad things about himself in front of her, otherwise how could he encounter her doubts every time he talked about key links?

Yuwen Xuanzheng, you are against me everywhere!

However, he said in his heart, Xuan Zheng, if you learn that I turned out these Chen sesame rotten grains of yours just to make her laugh, I am afraid that you will be willing.

In the breeze, between the clouds and shadows, the beautiful face is more and more dusty in the light veil intertwined with the night light and the moonlight, and the slightly dyed wine is hazy in the eyes, which is even more moving.

She smiled, her smile was shallow, and her laughter was soft, as if Yuwen Xuanlang had really told something interesting, and she had heard those interesting things in Yuwen Xuanzheng's mouth thousands of times, but now she just changed the protagonist in the story.

Who said that wine is more sorrowful? She is really happy now, as if she has forgotten all the past, and now she is the little baby who has just come to this time and space, so transparent, so relaxed. Occasionally, a trace of heartache crossed by, but it was washed away by the spicy, and then turned into a sea of fire, burning her internal organs.

Burn it, it's all burned clean!

It was as if I really saw the firelight, illuminating the fragments of memory.

She still remembered that the first time she drank was in Tianxianglou, and he was going to marry Fang Yiyun on the second day, but he drank the same glass of wine with her at that moment......

The second time was at the Qinghe Festival in Sura, and they drank the same bowl of wine. The wine was so spicy, she couldn't help but spit it out after only taking a sip, it was he who kissed her and went to love with her for the rest of her life......