Nine heavens, too micro jade Qing Palace.

The palace is heavy, the eaves and corners, the carved railings and jade masonry, in the faint auspicious mist, looming, beautiful.

Wei Ji took the two palace ladies, and just after paying a visit to the queen of heaven, she felt that the scenery was very beautiful, so she wanted to walk more and enjoy it.

There are pairs of palace ladies passing by, a group of busy, flowers everywhere, the fragrance strikes, the warbler cries, the scenery of the Yuqing Palace is really beautiful.

On a covered bridge, Wei Xi was unavoidable, and he was opposite the Third Highness Chang Yu.

The four eyes met, and they were all stunned.

Changyu took the lead in taking two hurried steps and saluted respectfully, "Changyu, please sister-in-law Jin'an."

Wei Yingying returned the salute, "Please be safe to the Third Highness."

Chang Yu raised his head and stared at the woman he had been pursuing when his love first opened, with a lot of emotions in his eyes.

The years don't seem to have left many traces on her, and her flawless face is less youthful than a girl, but more intellectual and calm.

She's still so beautiful!

Chang Yu suddenly felt that he had returned to the beautiful green years, scene after scene......

With the beautiful woman in front of her, she was forced to become her sister-in-law, and her most innocent years came to an end.

Changyu hated to take away the eldest brother he loved, and he was still oppressing him everywhere--- the prince Qingtian.

First love is beautiful! And because it has not been obtained, it has become pure and sacred, unstained with dust.

The tender feelings in Changyu's heart were aroused, and a veteran of the love field was a little shy and flustered in the face of the woman he first loved, and his words were incoherent.

"Ah, oh, I just ...... I just finished saying goodbye to my father...... War, want to go...... Say hello to my mother."

Wei Yan smiled and saluted generously, "I'm sorry, the concubine is retiring...... Oh, when you have time, please Third Highness...... Meet Zhiwei...... Mother and son, don't let her ...... and so on".

Changyu didn't expect that he wanted to use Zhiwei to inquire about the situation of Yongzheng Palace, and occasionally made a blind date with skin, and actually made a child.

Zhiwei is Wei's personal maid, and when she said this at this moment, Changyu felt embarrassed and embarrassed for a while.

"Weixi, I'm ?......"

The name that has been suppressed in his heart, Chang Yu actually pouted bald in a panic, he was too afraid of Wei Xi's misunderstanding, but he didn't know how to explain it for a while.

For more than 20,000 years, Changyu has been inquiring about Weixi's situation through Zhiwei, understanding whether she is doing well, whether she is happy or not, and of course she will also understand the matter of Prince Qingtian.

Every time she knows what happened to Wei Xi, Chang Yu will really feel sorry for her, and she will take away her first love woman even more, and she doesn't know how to cherish Qingtian.

He and Qingtian are already on the same footing, Changyu can only pay attention to Wei Xi from afar and silently, without affecting her life, although he knows that she has never liked herself.

It's ironic.

Silently guarding his first lover and retaining the beauty of his throbbing youth is the obsession that Changyu adheres to in his heart, and this persistence seems to have nothing to do with whether Wei Xi cares about herself or how many women she plays.

Changyu just wants to keep the best memories in the green years, and Wei Xi is the most beautiful one, her beauty has been solidified in her heart, she can only be understood, not blasphemed.

Wei Xi glanced at Changyu, who was wearing a white soft armor and looked mighty, seeing that he was a little flustered, he was a little at a loss, and his heart was suddenly mixed.

The smart Wei Ji didn't know that Zhiwei had always used Changyu to understand Yongzheng Palace and understand her own convenience, and she always tried her best to take the initiative to give her arms.

Zhiwei was pregnant and wanted to keep this child, presumably because she wanted to fight for fame and hide it to the point that she couldn't hide it anymore, so she was inadvertently recognized.

Thinking of this child, maybe she can use it in the future, Wei Ji had a plan to send Zhiwei back to the Huxu clan to give birth to a child.

Since she met today, Wei Xi simply said it directly, she didn't mean to be sarcastic, but just took the opportunity to express her sincere gratitude to Chang Yu for her silent care all the time, if he wanted to ask for Zhiwei, he could directly agree to complete their family reunion.

Wei Xi lowered her eyebrows, smiled slightly, and punned: "Third Highness, there is no need to explain, I have known each other for so long, and I have been in love for a long time...... is also understandable".

"You don't understand, what I love is ......"

Afraid that Wei Xi would misunderstand herself, Chang Yu hurriedly explained, almost lost her words, and finally stopped her mouth sensibly.

"Third Highness, it's not too early, let's go and meet the Heavenly Concubine,...... The battlefield is dangerous, it must be ...... Protect yourself."

was a confession that Changyu was not a confession, and he was also a little flustered, and after Wei Xi finished speaking, he ran away as if he were running away.

"Okay! I will, sister-in-law Wang, take care of yourself."

Looking at Tingting's departing Wei Xi, Chang Yu shouted behind him, feeling empty in his heart, this kind of encounter can be described as a rare opportunity in ten thousand years, so a few words, and each other.

Chang Yu let out a long sigh and walked towards his mother's jade hall.

Changyu's reckless words made a ripple in Weixi's heart, remembering that the amorous young man once came to her house because of a portrait of himself, and when he couldn't see himself, he bought his personal maid Zhiwei and passed on some sour poems and sour texts.

Although those poems are not very stylish, they are all the sincerity of the young Changyu from the bottom of his heart.

The small flame of his girl's spring heart, as soon as it showed a little light, was ruthlessly extinguished by his father and aunt who was the queen of heaven.

They trained themselves to be versatile, just to marry the future king they had never met, and said that they had the courage to swallow mountains and rivers, the crown prince Qingtian.

In the past 20,000 years, knowing that he is still cared for, although the rational and intelligent Wei Ji will not cross the thunder pool, the spring heart that has nowhere to put it, and the vanity unique to women, have been satisfied.

It's not that he is not good enough, it's that the prince is blinded, and one day, after wading through the women's river, he can look back and find himself different.

Changyu's overtures will inevitably be a little happy for Weixi, who has been ignored by Qingtian and has been in the cold palace, which proves that he is still attractive and that people still care.

As she walked, she touched her face, which was still smooth as satin, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously hung a trace of shyness.

If he hadn't married the crown prince Qingtian back then, but married the third highness Changyu who loved him, would his life be completely different?

What I missed in this life may not only be a love, but also a happy life!?

She claims to be the only woman who is worthy and qualified to stand by the king's side, but now that she looks at it, it is nothing more than a spring and autumn dream of herself.

Living in a palace, but not seeing her husband for a thousand years, for a woman, what a cruel torture, the little pride in Wei Xi's heart has turned into sorrow in an instant.

After all, His Royal Highness Changyu is the prince's sworn opponent.

Although the prince broke his heart, after all, he was still a family, and he was both prosperous and lossless.

How unfair is God? You can give love to the lowly and high to the despicable, why don't you give yourself nothing?

Why?!......

The honor and glory in the eyes of others is a tragedy for the real self, except for self-suffering, who can you talk to?

Wei Xi sat on the chariot, frowning, thinking about the sad and sad past......

Hua Yuan has stopped, Wei Ji has not returned to his senses, outside Hua Yuan, Gong E gently reminded, "Concubine Fang, please go down."

Seeing Hua Yuan stop, a boy in red, with his little hands open, like a little red chick, flew over happily.

"Mother's ......"

Wei Xi raised her head and looked at her son who was rushing over like a small flame, and her heart suddenly brightened up and warmed, and her eyes were full of love.

"Grace, slow down, don't fall"

Flying into Wei Xi's arms, Tianen pouted, disgusted, "Mother, why have you been there for so long?

"Do you want to kiss your mother?"

Tianen patted his little chest, "I think about it, I think about it...... My heart is sad."

Although her son's words are inaccurate, Wei Xi can feel his true feelings and strong attachment to him.

Wei Xi squatted in front of her son Tianen, puffed his little breasts, and smiled like a flower, "Oh, yes, Tianen, don't be sad, mother, I won't leave you in the future."

"Mother speaks...... Count?"

"Count!hehehe...... Walk, go back......"

Wei Xi was amused, and realized that she had been angry, resentful, and hateful along the way, but there was happiness, and her son Tian's grace was her greatest happiness.

The bitter and lonely past has been thought about by myself, it turns out that I have lived for more than 50,000 years, and there is really not much worth remembering, whether it is at home, or in the cage-like Yongzheng Palace, no one has ever treated himself sincerely, and he does not dare to expect anything from the utilitarian reality everywhere.

Fortunately, God opened his eyes and gave himself a son who could see hope and feel warmth.

In the second half of his life, he wholeheartedly cultivated his son Tian'en well, making him a great emperor who surpassed anyone, including his father, and was admired by Liuhe.

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