And that night he'll probably never forget in his life.

He led her horse past a fir forest that shone quietly in the moonlight. The leather whip in her hand gently whipped at his body, and he was so furious that he could hardly restrain himself......

At this moment, in the face of such a request from this woman, how could he say the word "no"?

Vaguely, a thought flashed through his mind.

When she said Fang Cai's last words, he knew that he couldn't escape her control no matter what. Even if she is trying to capture him at the moment, she is still calculating him, and he can't refuse.

The knot in his heart still remains.

However, at this moment, Mo said that he would be her colt for her, and if he wanted to give his life for her, he should have agreed without hesitation.

She never rushed.

The sachet ball kept spitting out the smoke, and the cigarette curled up in the air, and the fragrance hit the people.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a sound of palace leakage in my ears.

Pei Xiaoyuan slowly got up from the couch, stood in front of her, and said in a hoarse voice:

"It's a blessing for me to be able to serve the princess."

Su Yu's heart finally relaxed, exhaled slightly, and laughed.

"Thank you Pei Langjun!"

"Now that this matter is decided, I'll go and tell Aya to arrange the big wedding as soon as possible."

"And ......," she groaned slightly.

"After marriage, I will live in Yongning Mansion with you."

"It's up to the princess."

He replied in a low voice.

Chapter 92

That's how everything was arranged.

After he promised her, she ended the discussion tonight, no longer kept him, and soon called in Yang Jae-eun and ordered him to be sent out to rest.

"Pei Erlangjun, please come with the slave." Yang Jae-eun bent down and saluted, leading the way for him.

Pei Xiaoyuan still felt a little like a trance in a dream, and he almost didn't know how he got out of this bedroom and how he stepped down from this mansion. Yang Zaien sent him off, and finally, respectfully presented a medicine bottle with both hands, saying that it was the elixir that the princess gave him to dissipate stasis and relieve pain, and told him to remember to use it when he went back. He raised his hand to take it with Yang Jaeen's smile, and then walked away.

His pace was neither fast nor slow at first, and looked the same as usual, until he came to a deserted road, slowed down, and at last, stopped.

Under the thick black shadows of the trees, he looked back at the tall buildings behind him. The lights and shadows in the pavilion were reflected in the towering night sky through the windows surrounding them, looking like the ethereal light from the Moon Palace. Behind the window, there was an occasional figure flickering by. Another figure that should be Gong E came to the window, lowered the roller shutter behind the window one by one, and the light disappeared behind the curtain, completely darkened.

A night owl glided in the night sky behind the tall building, hovered in the air for a moment, and flew in a hula and landed on a nearby cluster of branches. In the sound of the bird's wings fluttering the branches and leaves, it opened its two round eyes that shone strangely in the dark night, tilted its head slightly, and stared over.

Pei Xiaoyuan woke up suddenly, pinched the porcelain bottle that had already been heated by his palm, turned around and left.

The next day, the words of the sage came from Sigongtai and he was about to return to Chang'an. Not only that, but the saint also gave rich rewards to Ashina, Yuwenzhi, Lantai and Hedu. This is a soothing consolation for the failure of the four of them to bid for the princess.

The reactions of the four people are also different.

Ashina is famous, the competition for the princess failed, he should be the most chic one, he doesn't seem to care, even, I don't know how to get the opportunity, it is said that that night in the princess's special hot spring palace to enjoy the service of the beauties, Yanfu is really not shallow. When he appeared in front of Zuo Wuwei the next day, he was found to have more bruises on his cheeks, which looked like he had been knocked out of the wall. Wei Nei immediately laughed and talked, guessing that Lu Wenjun broke into the hot spring palace last night and beat him like this. Ashina flatly denied it, saying that he slipped and fell barefoot on the wetland of the Hot Spring Palace. However, the rumors that Lord Lu was fond of him, often spoiled his good deeds, and also led people to kill the Kabuki family who was good with him to catch the adulterer. The more he denied it this time, the more everyone decided that it was so, and made fun of it even more, until this matter reached the ears of the eldest princess, and she was so angry that she found General Zuo Wuwei, and then she suppressed the joke.

Shizi Yu Wenzhi should be the one with the worst luck that day. He actually injured his arm before the big shooting, Mo said that he competed with the suitors, and even the opportunity to play was lost, and the final winner was Pei Xiaoyuan, who was at odds with him. He must have been so depressed that after the big salute, he did not even show his face, and then he did not see anyone else in the procession of the saint on his way back. On the grounds of recuperation, he had already left early.

He Du's encounter is even more dramatic than Yu Wenzhi. At the big shooting salute, seeing that he was about to win the glory in the spring breeze, he actually killed a Pei Xiaoyuan, and after a vicious fight, it ended with him being unarmed. Pei Xiaoyuan had his own measure, and after that, He Du's arm was quickly reset, and there was no major problem except for the sprained arm muscles.

Although He Du is empty-eyed, he is also a little arrogant. In the past, he could still push to the battlefield and the sky did not help himself, and the other party could not win, but this time it was a real hand-to-hand combat, defeated again and again, after anger and shame, he couldn't help but secretly admire Pei Xiaoyuan in his heart. Then, that night, he received a message from the country, and he was furious, fearing that the king of Xifan would have an accident and the country would be in turmoil again, so he asked to see the saint overnight, in addition to thanking the holy court for help, but also saying goodbye. The saint arranged personnel to escort him back to China to succeed to the throne. Before leaving, He Du came to find Pei Xiaoyuan, saying that he was still not convinced, and made an appointment to discuss with him again in the future. After losing again for the third time, he was willing to really admit defeat. Pei Xiaoyuan laughed when he heard this, agreed in one bite, said that he would accompany him at any time, and personally sent him a ride, which was regarded as an apology for removing his arm.

And Lantai's reaction after the big salute was different from the other three, quite subtle.

As the most favored one before the ceremony, his frustration should also be the greatest. The love he fell in love with the princess at first sight has long been known. It should be unacceptable to accept this result, depressed and unhappy, drinking alone under the moon that night, the next day, was found drunk on a wall where he painted a beautiful woman painting last night, and there is a "beauty condenses incense flowers to cover the sky, Yao Chi is not seen in the world" Nongli's words, although it is drunk in the title, but it can also be seen the meaning of lovesickness. The painting was erased and disappeared on the same day, but the news spread far and wide.

The sage summoned Mrs. Buyeo and promised to choose another noble and talented lady in Chang'an to marry her. With his talent, identity and the fame of Tanhualang, if he is willing to marry, there are not a few noble girls in Chang'an who want to marry, not to mention that there is such an honor as a saint's marriage this time. Mrs. Buyeo was extremely grateful, but Lan Tai declined the sage's kindness, saying that she had no intention of marrying for the time being. Mrs. Fuyu was worried that he would continue to stay in Chang'an to touch the scene, and asked him to go back to Bohai with her. Lantai refused again, saying that there was nothing to do when he returned to China, and many friends in Chang'an had made an appointment for the Leyou Yuan Autumn Party in October, which was an annual event for Chang'an Shi people, and he could not miss the appointment. Mrs. Buyeo really couldn't persuade her, so she had no choice but to give up in the end. Everyone secretly said that this Bohai Tanhualang was so stubborn, his heart was like iron, and he even refused the glory of the saint's marriage, afraid that it was still difficult to let go of the big shooting salute in his heart.

However, regardless of what everyone thinks, the matter is already settled, and there is no possibility of change.

A few days later, the sage ended this two-month summer trip to Cangshan, led the crowd back to Chang'an, and ordered the Ministry of Rites and Zongzheng Temple to prepare for the princess's wedding from now on.

As when he came, on this day, the emperor rode in a chariot, under the escort of guards and honor guards, and led a team of hundreds of people behind him to leave Cangshan and return to the city.

On the opposite side of the foothills, on the top of a mountain dozens of zhang away, Li Yan stood on a high rock head, staring down at the team that was moving along the mountain road on the opposite side.

Looking down from the top of the mountain where he stood, the chariot that the emperor was riding on the opposite foothill road was more than two feet long and more than one foot and two feet high, as if there was no longer a sense of oppression. As for the men and horses in the endless procession that followed behind, they looked even smaller, like the pieces of scale armor that formed this long dragon, and slowly followed the group and moved forward.

The wind on the top of the mountain whistled from all directions, bending the September weeds that grew around the rocks to the ground, Li Yan's sleeves danced, and the horns rolled wildly, but his feet were like nails on the mountain rocks, not moving at all, and his two eyes were even more fixed looking down, for a long time, without blinking his eyelashes.

An attendant behind him followed his gaze for a moment, and Fang secretly realized that what he was looking at so intently was not the chariot that was walking across the foothill road below, but a riding shadow that fell behind the car.

On the horse was a young man in his early twenties, tall and strong, wearing a military robe.

This entourage was the head of the dead soldiers who had followed Li Yan to Ganliang at the beginning of the year, named Li Meng, and several of his subordinates were later in Chang'an, and they were folded in the hands of this young man.

Of course he knew this person, it was Na Pei surnamed Lang. Just a few days ago, he was chosen by the Emperor as a colt.

The emperor is reluctant to be surrounded by his only beloved daughter, and the princess is beautiful and beautiful, and there are young sons and daughters in the world, who can resist it. From now on, this son of the Pei family is probably really going to ignore the old things, tend to be inflammatory, and want to wag his tail to the current emperor and be his loyal minions and lackeys.

By this time, the emperor's chariot had completed a bend at the end of the foothill and disappeared. The cavalry guard team next to Pei surnamed Lang was also walking towards the curve unhurriedly.

Just as he was about to bend over, suddenly, he slowed down and stopped on the side of the road, his back motionless.

Row after row of horsemen passed him, and he never made his way. Suddenly, he turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of this place.

From a distance of dozens of zhang, Li Meng could also feel the sharp light projected by his eyes when he turned his head.

It was as if he sensed something was wrong.

Li Meng's heart was beating wildly, and his reaction was extremely fast, and before Pei surnamed Lang's gaze swept to the rock head on the top of the opposite mountain, he threw down the owner in front of him and hid himself in the autumn grass under the rock.

Although the autumn grass was broken by the strong wind, it was thick and thick, completely covering the person.

Looking up from the foot of the opposite mountain, it is impossible to notice.

Li Meng held his breath and peeked through the grass pile to see the Pei surnamed Lang.

His gaze swept over the nearby hills, and he should have noticed nothing unusual, and at last, turning his head, continued to drive his horse on his way.

After he rode along with the others and disappeared at the end of the bend in the foothills, Li Meng exhaled softly, and at the same time, a sense of disappointment and self-blame inevitably welled up in his heart.

He is good at assassination, and he has never missed a moment.

However, Cangshan's guards were far more tightly guarded than he expected. For two whole months, he could only wander outside, and he could not find any opportunity to take advantage of.

Even on the night of Chen Sida's rebellion, there were sentry posts around the emperor.

Although Li Yan never blamed him, he felt that he was a sinner and failed to seize this opportunity.

It's all like this here, and when the emperor returns to Chang'an, it's impossible to get closer than half a minute.

He got up, and when he was about to help his master, he saw him turn over, lie on his back in the autumn grass, close his eyes to the sky, and remain motionless.

Li Meng knew that he was thinking about things, so he didn't dare to disturb and waited patiently on the side.

Li Yan seemed to be asleep, lying on his back on the top of the mountain for a long time, suddenly, he raised his hand, with one of his slender and even-knuckled fingers, touched the sword mark in the center of the door that had not completely faded, and gently rubbed the scar with his fingertips for a moment, and then, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flickered, and he got up from the ground.

He no longer looked at the team in the foothills of the opposite side that was still moving forward and could not see the end, and strode down the mountain.

Eastern Capital.

In the evening, the embassy received a letter from Chang'an.

The letter was written by King Ning himself, and there was good news. Pei Xiaoyuan won the glory at the big archery salute and was chosen by the saint as the captain of the horse.

The day of the wedding has also been chosen, which is the eighth day of the first month of the following month.

Pei Ji summoned He Shi and told her the news.

Chapter 93

He was pleasantly surprised when he heard it, and he sighed with emotion, and was about to say that although Lang Jun and the princess had not completed their marriage in Ganliang, they went around in a circle, and now they finally became spouses again, this is not fate, and suddenly thought of some hidden feelings, glanced at Pei Ji, and saw that he looked happy and sad, as if he had something in his heart, so he didn't say anything more, only lowered his head and pinched his fingers, calculated the time slightly, raised his eyes and smiled: "The princess descended to my family Langjun, which is a great joy." When Lang Jun went to Chang'an, the trip was in a hurry, and he never thought that there would be such a happy event today, so that there is only one green head there now. ”

"He was reckless, I was always worried that he would cause trouble, but fortunately, it was safe and sound, and now the big joy is coming, although the Cui family will do their best, but on our side, it is not enough to be bare and green. Today, September 23, there is only half a month left before the wedding. Time is a little tight, fortunately this place is not far from Chang'an, I will rush immediately, walk faster on the road, a few days to arrive, to arrive, how much should be able to help. ”

Pei Ji summoned her, which was what he had planned, and told her not to come back in a hurry, she didn't need to take care of her here. He naturally understood his intentions, smiled and nodded: "I think so too." It's even Weng Gong, you're old—"

"It's okay on my side, you can go with confidence. Taking care of the affairs over there is better than anything else, and I can rest assured. Before she finished speaking, Pei Ji said so.

He should be, the two discussed some things to prepare for marriage, He retired and went out, and after some preparations, he took a carriage with a candle from Ganliang and hurriedly set off to Chang'an.

After He left, Pei Ji read the letter from Chang'an several times, recalling the scene of meeting his nephew before leaving Cangshan. In Pei Ji's cognition, the emperor is paranoid, especially in recent years, which has become more and more apparent. And the nephew is gentle and steady on the surface, but he is actually a stubborn person in his bones. In one respect, these two are on par. The Emperor was obviously very dissatisfied with his nephew, who seemed to be resistant to his proposal that day. I really don't know what happened later, so that the emperor and his nephew both changed their minds.

King Ning reported the good news and mentioned the big shooting salute, but judging from the tone in his letter, he didn't seem to have a complete grasp of this whole thing.

Pei Ji was thinking about it, and suddenly someone sent a prayer post, saying that it was just cast by someone and asked it to be transferred to the hands of the left-behind envoy. Pei Ji took it and asked who voted for it, and the subordinate shook his head, saying that the other party did not mention it.

Pei Ji opened the post, glanced at it, and froze.

In the evening, the others had left the embassy and appeared in an ancient temple located in the mountains north of the city.

Staying behind makes the official position noble, weekdays do not contact the actual government affairs, because of his special identity, after coming, most people are also respectful and far away, and do not dare to have too much contact with him, so usually he has a lot of leisure, the old monk in the ancient temple here is his old friend in the past, chess skills are extraordinary, he often comes here to live and spend time, and today again, in the eyes of others, it looks no different from usual.

Three watches, in the sound of the ancient temple's long-lasting night bell, Pei Ji walked alone on the moon, went out of the back mountain gate, and waited quietly under a remnant pavilion. A moment later, a man walked out of the nearby forest shadow, and gradually approached, it was a handsome young man. I saw him coming towards Pei Ji, walking faster and faster, and finally, almost running to the front, Natou bowed to the ground outside the pavilion.

"Master is above, please bow to the students!"

Li Yan kowtowed.

Pei Ji hurriedly walked down the pavilion, called His Highness in a low voice, bent down and stretched out his hand to help him up from the ground. Li Yan refused, insisted on finishing the three bows, still knelt on the ground, looked up at Pei Ji, and choked up in greetings: "After my father's accident back then, I never saw my master's face again." How has my master been in good health over the years? ”

Pei Ji's eyes were already slightly moist, nodded and said yes, and finally helped Li Yan up from the ground, brought him into the pavilion, and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, how have you been all these years?" ”

Li Yan's mood gradually calmed down at this time, and he smiled miserably: "Master, don't call me Your Highness again." I'm no longer the grandson of the emperor I used to be. Over the years, I have been hiding in Tibet, like a lonely ghost who cannot see the light of day. I couldn't have imagined that I would be able to see my master today. ”

Pei Ji was silent for a moment and said, "When Prince Jingsheng had an accident, you were still a teenager. I was in the south, and I couldn't get back in time, and I heard that you were missing. Over the years, every time I think of you, I feel guilty. It's useless for me, who has received your apprenticeship, who has not been able to help you in the slightest when you are in trouble......"

"Master, don't say that!" Li Yan took a step forward and came to Pei Ji's side.

"What did you have to do with the things of the past, and the master doesn't need to blame himself at all. I didn't know that my master was deliberately trapped outside, so he couldn't get out and go back to Beijing to protect my father. What's more, if there was no master back then, it is still unknown what the Holy Dynasty would be like now. The merit of the master is enough to make a name for himself. Even if I don't care about these, just because my master has been the master of my father and son, I am not only grateful to my father, but also grateful. Over the years, although I have been adrift, my feelings for my master have never been reduced by half. ”

Pei Ji shook his head and sighed lowly: "The old things have passed, and what I did back then was just doing my duty, how dare I say such a thing as His Highness." ”

"If the master is not meritorious, who will claim to be meritorious?"

Pei Ji waved his hand, looked at Li Yan in a deep groan, and stopped talking. Li Yan immediately said: "If the master has something to say, please try to say it." ”