The crown prince Liu Yingqing opened his mouth, "No courtesy." ”

"Lord Zhao Guoweng is still young, and he has been kneeling for more than an hour. Gu just went to the front hall of Changle to intercede, and his father had already agreed to be exempted. ”

Lang Wei smiled respectfully, "In that case, please ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to take Lord Zhao Guoweng back." ”

She watched the young man walking towards her, his appearance was not clear in the hazy eyes of tears, and she only felt that he was long, and a white dragon belt was tied around his waist. The carved pattern of the dragon's head with a hook is lifelike, delicate but not hideous.

The dragon's head slowly enlarged, and finally stopped in front of him, and the young man called with a smile, "Ah Yan, get up!" ”

He bent down, squatted in front of him, smiled and stretched out his palm to her, and said in a kind voice, "If you don't go back, your aunt will spank you!" ”

She blinked and asked, "Are you ......?"

Who is it?

The young man smiled and said, "I'm here to pick you up and take you back to the Jiaofang Palace." The queen mother is grounded now, your aunt doesn't know what is going on here, and she can't come to pick you up, I'll take you back. Ah Yan—"

The bluestone steps gradually blurred in front of her eyes, and then became clear again, and blurred again, the young man's voice swayed in her ears, very close at one time, and seemed far away at the same time, and for a moment, she felt that her body was as light as a bird, crawling down, and at the last moment of her coma, she heard the frightened cry of the young man who hugged her, "Ah Yan-"

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Zhang Yanran smelled a burst of sweet rosin, it was very light, as if there was no trace, and it seemed to be everywhere.

“…… Serve Lord Zhao Guoweng well, don't make her uncomfortable! A clear male voice sounded in my ears, very soft.

The maid whispered, "No! ”

Zhang Yanran woke up from her stupor, sat up suddenly, opened her eyes, and found herself lying on the dark lacquer painted nanmu wai ** in the hall, covered with a goose yellow embroidered chrysanthemum slippery silk quilt.

"Lord Weng," the maid with her beard heard the movement inside, and hurried in, and when she saw that she was awake, her eyes immediately turned red, "You are finally awake, you are scared to death!" ”

Liu Ying walked over from under the lifted water spirit curtain and said with a smile, "Ah Yan, you're awake!" ”

Zhang Yan raised her head and looked at the young man in Xuanyi standing in front of **.

He looks very young, only about fourteen or fifteen years old, it is the age when he has grown from a child to a man, he is steady, but he can't hide the clear atmosphere of a child, his eyebrows are long and his temples are long, his phoenix eyes are very similar to Lu Hou, his body is a little slender, and he has a faint wheat skin. In terms of appearance alone, it is just a middle-aged appearance, but it has a warm atmosphere.

"Ah Yan, I am the younger brother of your princess Lu Yuan, you can call me uncle."

"Uncle?"

"Hmm." Liu Ying smiled,

"Ah Yan, you just entered the palace today, you shouldn't know me yet, but I have always known you!"

"Oh, uncle." Zhang Yan called in a low voice, looking at the young man in front of him, his expression was very complicated.

This young man is the crown prince Liu Ying, the future Emperor Hui of the Han Dynasty, and also Ah Yan's uncle, as well as her future husband.

As the crown prince, he inherited the throne of Emperor Liu Bang and became the second emperor of the Han Dynasty. Four years later, under the control of his mother Empress Lu, he married Zhang Yan and became his own queen.

Zhang Yan married into Weiyang Palace at an ignorant age and married her uncle.

She didn't know that what she would face in the future was a life that she would never be able to go on a blind date for.

Liu Yingxu likes Ah Yan, but what he likes is the cute and innocent niece Ah Yan, not a wife Zhang Yan who can be loved as a woman. In his short life, he treated Ah Yan very well, but in his four years of married life, he never got close to her.

Emperor Hui died young at the age of twenty-four, and since then, Zhang Yan has grown up alone in Weiyang Palace. In the end, he died in a helpless loneliness, and when he died, he didn't know if he would think of his uncle and husband!

She has a noble background and a beautiful appearance, if she hadn't married this man who had to call her uncle, she would have obtained another marriage, which could be happy or have other misfortunes.

Having such a marriage is Zhang Yan's helplessness and her original sin!

Across two thousand years of time and space, Zhang Yanran traveled to the six-year-old Zhao Guoweng Zhuyan in the ninth year of the Han Dynasty. This year, Liu Ying, the crown prince of the Han Dynasty, was fourteen years old.

She looked at the young man in front of her, and her eyes were obscure and complicated.

She thought she should hate him. Because of him, Ah Yan's life was unfortunate and ended in a bleak end.

But when she came to this time and space alone, encountered great changes, and had nothing to rely on, the first person to come to her and stretch out a kind hand was him-

her uncle, as well as ...... A man who will marry in the future!

"Lord Weng," Tu Yu didn't know the inner entanglement, and said with a innocent smile, "You were just punished by His Majesty the Emperor to kneel and faint in front of the Great Xia Palace, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince personally carried you back!" ”

"yes, I know." Zhang Yan nodded, lowered her head, and made a shy appearance, "I smell the rosin on my uncle's body!" It was faint and not rich, but when she pillowed on his shoulder, which was not broad, it made her feel clear and relieved.

Liu Ying was slightly surprised, looking at the niece in front of her.

She is still young now, but with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, snowy skin and flowers, she has already shown the prototype of a beautiful embryo in the future. At this time, he couldn't predict how much this little girl would occupy in his future life, but simply looked at his niece as an elder uncle, and felt that she was very clever and likable, but she was a little too bold, and she needed to be taught well in order to live a smooth life in the future. So he reprimanded with a straight face,

"You are so bold, and your father is also something you can scold? If it weren't for the mercy of your father, you wouldn't just kneel in front of the Great Xia Palace. You can't be so reckless in the future. You know? ”

Zhang Yan lowered her head and said softly, "Ah Yan knows, never again!" ”

With such an obedient appearance, Liu Ying was stunned, but it was not good to continue to lower her face, so she softened her voice and asked, "Ah Yan, you have been kneeling in the Great Xia Hall for so long, do you feel pain in your legs?" ”

Zhang Yan was stunned, she didn't hear Liu Ying mention it, she still felt good, but now when she said it, she felt a hot pain in the place where she had just knelt on her knee, and suddenly her little face was distorted, "It hurts." ”

"His Royal Highness the Prince," a yellow-clothed eunuch said as he entered the hall, "the Lingqu ointment has been fetched." ”

"Hmm." Liu Ying was angry and funny, and turned around and called, "Take it in." ”

He said to Zhang Yan, "The spiritual ointment I asked Han Changliu to take is the elixir of the Imperial Doctor's Department, and it is the most effective for dredging and swelling, lift the skirt up, and I will give you medicine." ”

Zhang Yan was taken aback, shrunk her feet, and said, "How is this good?" Uncle, you are the crown prince of the Han Dynasty, how can you give me a little girl medicine in person? It's okay to call Tu Tu to come. ”

"Say what?" Liu Ying said, "Although I am the prince, I am also your own uncle." His gaze condensed slightly, and he said with a smile, "Now that your aunt is pregnant, you can't worry too much, since I am your uncle, I naturally have to take care of you a little more." ”

Zhang Yan couldn't shirk, so she had to reluctantly respond, untied the six pomegranate skirts on her body, and lifted the white middle skirt, revealing a pair of snow-white legs.

Liu Ying smiled, lifted the lid of the plaster, bent down in front of the girl, held her left ankle, and was slightly stunned, only to feel that the girl's skin was white and snowy, and the tentacles were slippery, and the bruises on the knees became more and more shocking. With a hint of pity in her eyes, she smeared the pale cyan paste on her wound and rubbed it away.

Zhang Yan couldn't help but shrink into the ** and exclaimed, "It hurts." ”

"Bear with it," Liu Ying soothed her, "You need to rub the medicine away, it's good to be fast." ”

Zhang Yan's tears of pain were watering, and she didn't dare to move, she only felt that the place on her knee that was rubbed by him was painful and itchy, and she gritted her teeth and held back. By the time Liu Ying wiped all the injuries on her legs, she was already exhausted from pain.

"Okay," Liu Ying got up and said, "You'll be fine if you want to come tomorrow." You're tired today, so rest early. ”

The pale green plaster was spread on his knees, with a hint of mint cool taste, exuding a faint grassy fragrance, Zhang Yan nodded obediently, "Got it, thank you, uncle!" ”

Tu Yu came in with a copper basin and said with a smile, "Master Weng, the slave maid is waiting for you to wash, right?" ”

Zhang Yan nodded, "It's okay." ”

Tu Yu stood behind the dresser and combed Zhang Yan's long hair, "Lord Weng don't act like this in the future, I heard the news in the Jiaofang Hall today, and I was really scared to death." ”

Zhang Yan looked at the bronze mirror of the six gods on the dressing table, and said, "It won't be in the future!" "This time, it's because I think I'm in a dream that I'll be bold enough to do whatever I want, and in the future, I'll never have such courage again!

The blurred bronze mirror reflects the face of a six-year-old girl, her eyebrows are exactly the same as those of her childhood, and a rouge mole on her left ear is striking and abnormal, bright red and red, like a lovesick snow that is about to fall.

"This rouge mole is so beautiful," Tu Yu noticed her gaze and said with a smile, "On the day the king was escorted into Beijing, the lord of Weng chased after him in the snow, and accidentally fell, and his ear hit the stone, and a little blood came out. ”

"Really?" Zhang Yan said thoughtfully.

"Yes, yes," Tu Yu said with a cheerful smile, "Everyone says that Lord Weng is a blessed person, and even Princess Yuan laughs and says that this rouge mole is full of good-looking." It's just," her voice slowly lowered,

"I don't know when the king will be able to release it."

Zhang Yan noticed her low mood, and felt a little uncomfortable for a while, but she didn't know what words to use to comfort, and after a moment of silence, she had to say dryly, "It will be released." ”

"That's what the slave thinks, too." Tu Yu unraveled some, stretched out his hand to wring the handkerchief, wiped her hands and feet for Zhang Yan quickly, and waited for her to change into a plain bedclothes, lying on the dark lacquer painted Nanmu Wai ** in the hall, put down the crimson ripe brocade tassel bucket tent, and finally added a handful of thatch in the phoenix head bronze incense burner, instantly, the fragrance in the hall was fragrant, clear and sweet, very good.

"I'll sing a song for the lead Weng!"

Zhang Yan responded, "Okay." ”

The low, soft singing voice resounded in the empty dormitory:

"The peach tree is gorgeous, brilliant and bright, when the household is not broken, floating and straight, and sighing and sighing! ……

The peach tree has Ying, Ye Ye and its spirit, and now it is not broken, and there is no one to prove it? Tell me to do it! ”

The song is soft, like a beautiful peach blossom in the dark night, blooming gently, with a bright and enchanting beauty.

The outline of the ripe brocade tassel bucket tent above his head is blurred, and the dark lacquer painted nanmu under his body is very large, Zhang Yan's small body sleeps on it, feeling like a small boat in the ocean, unable to land on all sides.

If I were the real Zhang Yan, of course there would be no problem.

But I'm not,

I am Yanran, Zhang Yanran of the 21st century.

At the beginning of the Han Dynasty two thousand years ago, the girl lay on the wide nanmu **, thinking of her brother thousands of years later, tears flowed quietly in the dark night, wetting the porcelain pillow under her neck.

Brother, I miss you so much.

No matter how gorgeous and beautiful the Han Palace is, it is not where I grew up. I want to go home, to a place where 2,000 years from now, there will be electric lights, neon lights, and a place where there will be.

But, brother, you know how scared I am, I can't go back!

In the dead of night, Zhang Yan dreamed of Wan'er. Wan Er looked at her deeply, his eyes full of sadness. She chased after Wan'er desperately, shouting, "Brother." Obviously she was very close, but she didn't know why, she ran desperately, but she couldn't run to Wan'er's side.

Wan Er looked at her sadly. "Precious, Yanran."

My sister Yanran, no matter where you are, you must remember to cherish yourself, be brave and live happily. Remember, brother loves you forever!

The skylight shone through the tassel bucket tent on the **, and Zhang Yan opened her eyes and woke up.

"Lord Weng," asked cautiously outside the tent, "do you want to get up?" ”

She replied softly, "Yes! ”

Where the ginger tent curtain opened, Zhang Yan raised her head and smiled brightly!