Winter darkens early, the moon can be seen before six o'clock, and the sky is foggy and blue, which is completely lonely and cold, unlike the blue of summer.

The white light of the computer screen was reflected on Ji Qing's side face, he was browsing the documents sent by the assistant, Lu Li on the bed hung up a drip because he hadn't eaten for several days, Ji Qing finished reading the documents, and the infusion bottle was just empty.

He pressed the call bell, and after a while the nurse came in with a cart, pulled out the needle, disposed of the medical waste, and left quietly.

Zhang Fang went to eat, and now Ji Qing is alone in the ward.

Ji Qing stood by the bedside, quietly lowering his eyes, Lu Li's hands were very white, and he could clearly see the black blue after the infusion.

Lu Li's eyebrows were frowning, and it didn't seem to be calm in her dreams, Ji Qing slowly smoothed the anxiety between her eyebrows, her fingers moved down in the air, Ji Qing closed her eyes and leaned over, and dropped a kiss on the back of her hand.

The room was so quiet that even the sound of a heartbeat could be heard clearly.

After a long time, a soft sigh sounded.

"Changle ......"

……

Changle once again stepped into the imperial city, and was personally summoned into the palace by the new emperor.

The new emperor sat on the dragon chair and said lightly: "Princess Jingping is twelve years old, the lord of Changxi has just passed and has decided on a family affair, and the lord of northern Xinjiang has specified that the princess will go to make peace.

But, Changle, if you don't want to, you won't be reluctant. ”

After several years of precipitation, hearing this news, Changle's heart did not fluctuate much.

Changle asked softly: "If Changle is unwilling, Your Majesty ......"

"Twelve or thirteen years old is already the age of marriage." New Imperial Road.

Changle's heart tingled.

She had met Princess Jingping, and they had flown kites together on the school grounds, when Jingping was still very young, with round hair in a bun that was as waist-level as hers.

Jingping was only twelve years old.

The bitter cold of northern Xinjiang, eating half-cooked meat, fishy goat's milk, and the environment of northern Xinjiang is not as good as Beijing, once it passes, I am afraid that it will not be long before it will die.

Changle is now eighteen and close to nineteen, her father and queen mother have passed away, and Jingping's future has not yet unfolded, and Changle can't watch her go to death.

What's more, if a princess dies, in order to maintain stability, she may not send a second one.

The northern frontier country is a nation on horseback, with a strong physique and good at riding horses, compared with the state of Chu, there is a great disadvantage, the reason why the new emperor sent the princess to kiss is forced, he is ambitious, and naturally he will not be willing to be threatened.

Since the new emperor ascended the throne, there has been a great drought and a plague, and he can't get out, as long as he is given time, sooner or later he can subdue the northern frontier in one fell swoop.

Therefore, Heqin is just a delaying tactic, Jingping is too young, and it is most appropriate for her to go.

Changle said: "The courtiers are willing to marry to the northern Xinjiang. ”

The new emperor's eyes were indifferent, and he said, "Lonely, you can refuse." ”

Changle lowered his eyes, "Eat the king's lu, share the king's worries." Although Changle is a woman, he also hopes that the people will not have to be displaced, they can rely on them, and their lives will be stable and prosperous. ”

The new emperor lifted his eyelids and didn't let go of every expression on Changle's face.

There is no hatred, only openness.

After a long time, the new emperor said: "Spread the will of the orphan, the lord of Changle County, Roujia, is graceful and graceful, and he will be named the eldest princess and marry on the same day." ”

Changle was slightly stunned, because the status of the eldest princess was similar to that of a prince.

He didn't have to be like this, even if he wanted to kiss, he could just raise her as Princess Changle.

Changle didn't understand what he meant, but she was still flat.

In her heart, he is a Ming Jun, nothing more.

She bowed down and bowed deeply, and said very humbly: "May the world be clear and the four seas be peaceful." ”

Changle slowly withdrew from the palace, and behind the screen of the main hall, Prime Minister Ji slowly walked out.

The sky of the palace is boxy, and the sky is obviously vast and has no boundaries, but it has a shape in the palace.

Changle walked towards the palace where he once lived, and met a lot of people along the way, there was a three-year-old prince who was endorsing, that face was very similar to the new emperor, and when he asked, it was the eldest son of the queen.

There is also Jingping, who is swinging, she is not happy, with a faint sadness lingering between her eyebrows, looking at the lake intently.

The maid of the first palace hurriedly came and said something to Jingping, only to see Jingping's eyes widen and full of incredulity.

Changle quickly looked away and returned to the palace without hurrying, but saw a palace maid standing at the door from a distance, as if waiting, and when he got closer, the palace maid's face was clear, and Changle recalled in a trance that the palace maid was a maid in the palace of the national teacher.

Seeing her, the palace maid's eyes bent, as if she was a little pleased, and curtsied, "County Lord, the national teacher asked me to give this to you." ”

The palace maid stretched out her hand, and it was a kite in the shape of a swallow.

Changle was stunned, took it unconsciously, and fell into the past.

When she came back to her senses, the palace maid had already walked away.

In the middle of the night, there was a palace lamp in front of the table, Changle finished reading the book and was about to fall asleep, but she saw that the kite she casually placed next to the palace lamp had changed.

The ink faded, and on the pure white kite was a map sketched with an ink pen.

The map is very simple, but it is clear and clear, so that people can understand it at a glance, Changle closed his eyes, stared at the map for a long time, and then picked up the pen and sketched it on the rice paper according to his memory, compared with the kite, exactly the same.

Changle took down the palace lamp, lit the rice paper and kite, and burned it to ashes.

This time the peace was particularly grand, escorted by 3,000 Praetorian Guards, and the momentum was immense.

Chang Le, the commander of the Praetorian Guard, recognized that he was once the deputy general in her father's elite.

Changle, dressed in a wedding dress, said goodbye at the city gate, her gaze slowly swept over the civil and military officials, and did not stop on any face.

The new emperor said something touching half-truthfully, bowed down with joy, and then was helped into the carriage by the maid.

Halfway through, Changle lifted her hijab and lifted the curtain, and the official riding a tall horse in front of her made her pupils dilate, and then her eyes turned red.

Although there was only one back, Changle recognized it at a glance.

It was the one she hadn't seen among the civil and military officials.

Dressed in a red official robe, straight as a pine.

There was no one else but him.

The man seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned around, and both of them were stunned.

Only the eyes were intertwined and entangled in the air, and many emotions were surging out but there was nowhere to put them.

This glance, three years later.

He moved his lips and said something silently, Changle suddenly lowered the curtain of the carriage, and sat in the carriage with his eyes closed.

The team did not return in the middle of the road, but was sent directly to the frontier, and Prime Minister Ji always rode a horse and walked in front of the team.

The lord of Northern Xinjiang is more than fifty years old, and he has married I don't know how many wives, holding a wedding is familiar to him, and on the night of Changle to Northern Xinjiang, he wanted to get married, but Prime Minister Ji Cheng said that the eldest princess needs to rest after a tiring journey, and the wedding is too simple, and the identity of the eldest princess is not matched, and the marriage between the two countries cannot be so rash.

He said a lot of faults, red tape and one set of red tape, and the king of Northern Xinjiang listened to it with a big head, but he couldn't find fault in his words.