Jiang Chang's name is very beautiful, not like an emperor.

But he himself likes it, and he really doesn't look like an emperor.

The big guys don't think of him as an emperor either.

When what? When a joke.

The name comes from a poem:

Huang Chen is a hero, and he is a man who hates water and grows in the east.

This name was taken by the previous emperor on his deathbed during the Battle of Fulong Valley.

Perhaps it was fate, and he liked to write poems and lyrics.

At this moment, the emperor, who likes to sing, is putting his hand on the dragon pole in the palace, looking up at the night moon in the high-rise courtyard alone.

There was some light rain tonight, and he liked it very much, not restless or noisy, and it seemed to be quiet.

The railing is a little cold, the night is late, and the palace maids and eunuchs are still busy, but when they see the emperor get up, no one dares to persuade him - probably the poets are a little sick, and they like to get up in the middle of the night and not do anything.

Why is that? Jiang Chang was also puzzled, but looking at the quiet moon, he felt that his heart was clear, and many things that he didn't dare to think about and didn't want to admit could be treated calmly.

"Go up to the west building alone without a word, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu."

"I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy for joy for a while......"

A pair of plain hands leaned out of the room, and gently draped a Luo Gu on him, and the person who came said tactfully and softly:

"The rain is murmuring outside the curtain, the spring is beautiful, and Luo Ji is not tolerant of the cold."

Jiang Chang hated and didn't turn his head, and the young emperor finally threw down all his cynical pretense in front of this person on this rainy night, and said abruptly:

"Alone without the railing, infinite rivers and mountains, sometimes easy to see, sometimes difficult to ......"

Gu Nanyan sighed, her soft figure was like a splendid embroidery, gently clinging to the young emperor's body.

Jiang Chang hated and said confusedly:

"Yan'er, what is the future of the future? The Queen Mother wants me to marry that woman, but I don't love her, and she doesn't love me, not to mention that we are still related by blood......"

Gu Nanyan said softly: "The concubine doesn't care. ”

When the palace people who came and went saw her, they didn't think she was pretentious, but sighed in their hearts.

Is there any truth in the world?

Surely there is, but what about the palace here?

Everyone didn't believe it, but Gu Nanyan told them that there was.

According to a certain eunuch, the prince stubbornly went out to play, and the big guy didn't take him seriously anyway, and arranged a bunch of guards to send him away, until this guy ran away when the guards went up to the green building without saying a word, and then he woke up.

Fortunately, after all, it is a fantasy world, and there are thousands of means, and the disciples of the General's Mansion led by him broke through Changhong with a sword qi and immediately arrived at the emperor's side.

The boy emperor was playing in the water with a woman.

Smiling so happily and sincerely, Gu Nanyan taught him to pick lotus, and Jiang Chang hated to teach her to recite poetry.

The clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle, and everyone is watching in silence.

Probably for the first time, Jiang Chang showed his true nature in front of his ministers - a young romantic poet with a little sadness and a little naivety.

This lotus-picking girl was brought back to the palace, and her family was booming - strange.

In fact, no one thinks how long this lotus picker girl can last.

In the past, it was not that there were no concubines who entered the palace and wanted to rely on the emperor, but they would soon find out that this emperor was a wreck, he was sitting on the treasury, but he couldn't take out a penny, and he was in the Jinluan Palace, but he couldn't even get out of the palace gate.

You can't even choose what to eat, and sometimes those palace eunuchs even deliberately bring leftovers.

Jiang Chang hated to remember the eyes of those people.

We are imprisoned in this deep palace, and we have been destroyed here for the rest of our lives, why were you born to be an emperor!

The emperor who no one cares, even a dog is not as good, eat these leftovers and cold dishes, and give our hearts a little comfort!

"I'd rather marry the eunuch king than marry the emperor of the present dynasty."

But Gu Nanyan survived, and even when her parents asked her to marry another big official, she flatly refused, so she no longer had contact with her family.

Jiang Changhe always looked at her helplessly and pityingly, this woman is not very beautiful, she has the vitality of a lotus picking girl and the simplicity of the folk.

He said to her, "I didn't eat the cold food, so I went to the dining room to make a new ......."

She just smiled, and made a fire in the luxurious palace fireplace, using the emperor's dragon couch as a stove:

"It's a pity to waste it, the dishes in the dining room are very good, just eat it hot."

In fact, the meal was already rancid, and Gu Nanyan lied to him.

In fact, the dining room would not take care of Jiang Changhate at all, and Jiang Changhate also lied to her.

The two deceived each other, but lived a life that they knew.

One is good at living, and the other is good at beautifying life.

That's enough, as long as you listen to Jiang Chang's poetry and can't step out of the palace gate, you can also imagine the mountains and rivers, the bustling city, and the world.

Jiang Chang's poems led her through thousands of mountains and rivers, and led her through the four realms of the world.

Happiness is sometimes as simple as that.

And so year after year, the people who used to sneer at them disappeared.

The eunuchs with strange yin and yang became soft, and the high-spirited palace maids became kind.

What could touch these jealous guys?

Gu Nanyan told the world with his actions.

Truth.

In their gloomy palace life, in the boring days after days, the true feelings of these two people shine in their dark hearts.

This sentiment can be passed down for thousands of years.

Those arrogant princes and ministers, those princes who laugh proudly, will eventually be swept into the garbage heap of history, but the true feelings that have not been seen in this palace for thousands of years will be remembered by the world forever and circulated as a good story.

Jiang Chang hated all the time, why couldn't he be born in an ordinary family.

At this moment, he could only say to Gu Nanyan in amazement:

"Yan'er, how should I deal with this?"

Gu Nanyan didn't know what to do, so he just asked:

"What kind of woman is that?"

Jiang Chang hated to close his eyes, recalling that meeting in the deep palace.

......

With ice-blue eyes, long ice-blue hair, white clothes as soft as snow, and a soft face, this girl looks like a soft and soft elf.

There was a strange sadness and melancholy on her face, but it was also soft and soft.

She just stood like this, and Jiang Changhate was forced to look at her in front of the door.

One word popped into his head for the first time:

Hollow Valley Orchid.

The girl stared blankly at him, at the faint sunlight behind him.

Walking in gently, the girl shrunk her shoulders and took two steps back, but she had no intention of resisting.

Jiang Chang scratched his head with hatred, the girl in front of him was very beautiful, but it was not his dish, this young emperor didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only try to say sex:

"Don't worry, I don't mean that to you, I have a wife."

The other party understood, and compared a few gestures, as if sensing that there was no malice in his heart, his body relaxed, more like a soft little lamb.

He couldn't understand the other party's gestures, but looking at the other party's appearance, he should understand:

"Can't you speak...... It doesn't matter, no one will come to this palace anyway......"

The girl bowed her head, looking sad at not being able to speak.

Jiang Chang only felt a sense of guilt when he stayed in front of this girl, as if he had done something wrong.

So he stammered at a loss: "Eh, don't cry, you, do you have anything you want to do, I'll help you, I'm the emperor." ”

The girl raised her pure eyes, and the tears were unbearable.

Jiang Chang hated to pay attention to the other party and held up a small sign:

"Thank you, can we be friends?"

The Young Emperor was a little speechless, but a little happy.

He's got friends.

Although it is only written on a small sign, the other party's eyes are so sincere, like a cat and a puppy looking at the sun, moon and stars, without any distraction.

So he nodded vigorously: "Okay, let's be friends." ”

Then he took out a gold medal from his pocket and handed it to the other party, and said proudly:

"I'm the emperor, you hold this prince token, no one dares to harm you."

The other party was stunned and accepted it, and then wrote another line of words on the small sign, and raised it twistedly, looking quite embarrassed:

"I'm going to find my mother, do you know where he is?"

Jiang Chang hated the second monk and was confused, didn't your mother have all the dead bones left?

It's just that I can't make this new friend sad, so I stubbornly said: "What does your mother look like?" ”

The other party hurriedly erased the handwriting on the spiritual wood board and drew a scribbled portrait.

A very abstract soul painter, this is Jiang Changhe's description of the girl's painting skills.

But he still recognized it, the Thunder Fire Lotus Seal.

Isn't this the Qingping dog thief?