In the eighteenth year of Jiaming, on the eighth day of the fifth month of the Yan calendar, the seventh son of the emperor left Beijing.

A year ago, the seventh son of the emperor was a strong and powerful candidate for the East Palace, a gentleman who was known to the world.

Half a year ago, the seventh son of the emperor was the new king of Lixiang, who was quite respected, and had a deep brotherhood with the East Palace, and all officials knew it.

Five months ago, the seventh son of the emperor got married, married the only daughter of the Li family, ten miles of red makeup, nine sedan chairs, and it was difficult to get out of the way.

Three months ago, rumors spread that the epidemic was in the Xiangqi Palace.

Two months ago, the sacrifice was unknown, and the person in charge of the prison, the seventh son, was interrogated.

A month ago, on the hunting ground, the crown prince was in distress, and the only eyewitness was imprisoned, and that person was Murong Jin, the seventh son of the emperor.

Seven days ago, it was rumored that the Seven Kings of Kyoto had been ordered to leave Beijing.

Three days ago, the Xiangqi Palaces were besieged.

Two days ago, everyone from the whole house went home to visit relatives.

A day ago, luggage departing for Nishihara.

Now, at the gate of Kyoto, when the seventh son of the emperor left Beijing, the people who came to see him off, except for the people of the family of several female dependents of the Xiangqi Palace, there were only the prince and three or five officials of the eleventh temple.

Before the man left, the tea was half cold.

The two groups looked at each other speechlessly, and the silence was frightening.

The officials who came to see each other off by order held the holy decree and stood in the middle as if they were reminding them of something at any time and anywhere.

"Go here, cherish yourself." Prince Xuanyi hunting, a glass of practice wine, there is nothing left.

Murong Jin raised his glass and drank it all.

Unlike the men's thousands of words are in the wine, the female relatives saw their families here, all with teary eyes, although they only saw it a few days ago, but this parting is a few years, no matter what kind of behavior it has, it doesn't matter.

Li Xiang didn't cry, but the person in front of her cried so much that the pear blossoms brought rain, and the liver and intestines were broken.

Xiangye supported his wife, faintly helpless, but at this moment, if you want to cry, just cry.

Just looking at his daughter, Xiangye was a little stunned, more than ten years ago, he also sent his daughter away in tears from his wife, and now, still.

More than ten years ago, he wanted to keep his daughter away from Kyoto City, and she had nothing to do with the royal family.

At that time, he couldn't protect his daughter, and now, it seems that he still can't protect him.

Everyone in the world says how the Li family is loyal and good from generation to generation, how it is glorious and rich, and how it is above ten thousand people under one person, but so what?

In the end, even such a few people in the family can't protect it......

The ceremonial officer who saw him off shouted loudly, separated the people who were holding hands and looking at each other with teary eyes, and read a holy decree three times, and finally, handed it to the prince and princess.

"Lord and princess, the hour is almost now, it's time for us to leave, it's not good to miss the hour." The ceremonial officer helped the person up and reminded.

"There is labor." Murong Jin held the holy decree and bowed his head slightly, the latter hurriedly avoided it, flattered, but also a little embarrassed, this situation is different from the past, but this person deserves to be praised, neither humble nor arrogant, at this time, it is rare!

Everyone else went to the carriage, and Murong Jin took Li Xiang and thanked the few people who came to see them off one by one.

Most of the adults who were not relatives were silent, bowed their hands in return, and didn't say much pretty words.

Among them, the youngest is Xue Ziyi, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

At this time, once you go, it may be the time to say goodbye, and it seems that you can let go of anything dirty first, however, no one expected that among the people who came, there was Xue Ziyi, and even no one found him.

Looking at each other, Murong Jin was no different from others, took the willow branch handed over, and gave back a green feather.

Next to Xue Ziyi was Zhou Ziming, the secretary of Dali Temple, and Murong Jin stood in front of Zhou Ziming, only then did he hear the sentence "take care", and he raised his hand to take Zhou Ziming's willow branch.

Li Xiang, who followed Murong Jin's movements, paused, and was recalled to his senses by Zhou Siqing's sentence "The wind and rain are smooth".

……

There is still a guard of honor in the canopy, at least it hasn't been cut down yet, it's just left Beijing.

The streamers were flying, Li Xiang was carried into the car, who knows, people who are in the sky can step on the air if they are carried by them, the spring rain almost didn't hold it, he looked up in fear, and he was able to take a breath when he saw that people were fine, and it was only at this time that he found that the prince had pulled people steadily.

Li Xiang came back to his senses, blinked quickly, took three or two steps in and sat down, clutching the handkerchief.

Is it really him......

She had forgotten many things.

Not long ago, everyone was still talking about going to the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain to hunt, she didn't remember anything, but just now, when she was distracted but stepped on the air, she remembered, remembered the dense forest on the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, and remembered the figure that always appeared in her dreams......

She thought that they were in love, and the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain sacrificed their lives to save people, it was just a negotiated scene, even if she dreamed of that forest a few times, she just felt that it was a little exaggerated in the dream, after all, on the hunting ground, there were really few fierce beasts.

But no.

That's true......

The layers of branches are real, the broken trunks are real, the wreckage all over the ground is real, the thick blood of the beast is real, and the people who protect her are real......

Fierce beasts are around, and the villains are still confronting them, that's all true......

The bloody wounds, the blood that can't be stopped, the pale faces, are all real, they are all ......

Bean-sized tears rolled down, Li Xiang turned around and leaned out, but the car was driving in front and still moving, and the people at the city gate were gradually blurred.

The water vapor churned, tears rolled down like a line, and there was no trace of falling into the billowing dust. The figure at the gate of the city gradually dispersed, and only three or two people remained, and among the three or two, a strong figure did not move at all, and the carriage that followed behind galloped, raising dust all over the sky, losing his eyes and blocking his throat.

"Let's go." The prince rolled up his sleeves, patted the person who looked like an immortal pine, sighed faintly, and walked back.

The wind stopped and the dust fell, and there was nothing on the boundless pipes, and a tear fell into the dust, and there was not a single ......

At the front of the guard of honor, the canopy was eye-catching, and in the car, the little princess who suddenly left her hometown cried so much that the groom driving was a little unbearable, and sighed secretly.

Chunyu was heartbroken when he heard it, but he couldn't persuade him, the veil was wet one after another, and he could only watch his master cry from opening his eyes to tears, and finally silenced......

"I can come back sooner after tomorrow, fifteen months, fifteen months later, and I will be able to come back." Murong Jin was not much better than Chunyu, listening to his heart, he scratched his liver, and in the end, he silently calculated the day when he returned to Beijing to report on his work.

Li Xiang leaned on the waist pillow, silent, tears rained down, his eyes were red and could be compared with rabbits, pitiful and stubborn.

In the end, it was really impossible to cry anymore, and was stopped by Murong Jin's glass of water with something added to it, and fell asleep.

This goes to the West Plains, the road is blocked and long!