On the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, the court meeting had just ended, and the crown prince Qingtian had just walked a few steps before he was stopped by the official of the palace attendant, "His Royal Highness the prince, the heavenly monarch will give an edict and order the inner hall to meet you."

"Obey!", Qingtian responded, and went to the inner hall with Fang An.

Entering the inner hall, I saw Tianjun sitting behind the desk, looking at some of the watches, Qingtian approached, knelt on the ground and saluted: "The son has seen his father."

Tianjun said with a majestic face: "Get up."

"Thank you, Father!", Qingtian responded, stood up, and stood down with his hands bowed in a regular manner.

Tianjun raised his head and glanced at Qingtian, and said: "I heard that Emperor Jiuyuan has been out of the customs, and he should have recovered a lot of injuries, presumably, there will be a lot of actions in the future." As the crown prince of the Celestial Clan, you have to pay more attention to such important matters, send people to keep an eye on him secretly, and also, the movements of his important ministers, put more eyes and ears, and if there is anything unusual, report it immediately, and do not make any mistakes."

Qingtian saluted, "Yes!"

Tianjun pondered for a long time, and then asked in a deep voice as if unintentionally: "I heard that your scholar recognized Xuanyuan Zhenjun as a teacher?"

After hearing this, Qingtian's heart sank, and he pretended to be nothing and had nothing to do with him, and calmly replied, "Yes, father."

After Qingtian was injured, he lingered on the sickbed for nearly 50 years, and then claimed to be ill, and he did not intervene in the affairs of the court and the harem, and he had to intervene if he could not intervene, and he had to intervene, and he could also push and push, and the person was not as high-spirited and heroic as before, and the relationship with the father and son of Tianjun was always like a membrane, and the politeness and rules were too alienated.

After experiencing the pain of almost losing his beloved son, Tianjun did not blame Qingtian too much, because he was so angry that he had the idea of giving up the position of prince, and only punished him for kneeling in front of the main hall for a few days. After that, although Qingtian has converged a lot, it is not what it used to be, and the dissatisfaction of the Heavenly Monarch has accumulated more and more.

"I heard that you often go to the Immortal Mansion?"

"Yes, the retainers often play chess and discuss with the true monarch"

"The ginseng fruit...... It's also for the true king?"

Qingtian naturally understood the meaning of his father's words, and was afraid that Xiao Wu would be involved, so he hurriedly knelt down and explained: "Back to my father, ginseng fruit, is a son, in order to thank Lu Xiaowu for saving her life, and for her to return to the body of wisdom as soon as possible." The sons did this just to repay their kindness."

"Really, just to repay the grace of saving lives? Don't forget...... What you have said, don't have any more thoughts that you shouldn't have. You pass on Benjun's oracle, order Xuanyuan, take a good look at his little apprentice, and confine him in the Immortal Mansion, if you dare to release it to cause trouble, Benjun will not tolerate it again."

"Yes!

Qingtian had no choice but to kowtow, he knew that any argument he had would bring death to Xiao Wu.

Tianjun pressed his brow with his hand, looking very tired and tired, and after a while, he spoke again: "In the past three hundred years, your health should be very good, and the day of marrying the concubine will be settled."

Qing Tian was startled, and hurriedly replied, "Father, my son's son has been sick and weak for many years, and now I just want to share more political affairs for my father, besides, Emperor Jiuyuan has just come out of the customs, and my son also wants to make up for his mistakes, but he really has no mental strength, and he is busy marrying a concubine, so please ask my father to give me some more time."

Knowing that Qingtian found another reason to push back, Tianjun slapped the case and said angrily: "Evil obstacle, you have been married for many years, but you have no heirs, you are not close to the harem, and you are not married, are you thinking about anyone?"

What the father pointed out was that Qingtian knew it, and he was afraid of causing trouble to Xiao Wu, so he was busy and explained, "Father Mingjian, before, the sons and daughters often felt tired, and the harem went less, but now it is very good, and the sons will pay attention to the affairs of the heirs."

Tianjun made an angry face, stared at his sincere eldest son, let out a long sigh, and said impatiently: "The day and arrangement of marrying the concubine, you report it yourself, and you must also hurry up about the matter of the heir, don't disappoint this monarch again, retreat."

When Qingtian returned to Yongzheng Palace, his heart was uneasy, and his father had clearly hinted that if he was obsessed with Xiao Wu again, he would probably bring her death.

Qingtian was even more determined, and he was determined not to see Xiao Wu anymore. If you don't see it, you won't be upset, if you don't have a mess, you won't be lovesick anymore, and after a long time, you will slowly forget. Forgetting Xiao Wu was the last thing Qing Tian thought he could do for her.

In the world of love, don't ask the reason, and don't ask the result. can protect the people he loves, even if there is a pain that erodes the bones, he has to let go, as the prince, he has no capital to do whatever he wants.

Guizi is fragrant, wafting into the hall through the wide open window, a young woman in a peach-colored light gauze skirt, sitting alone on the side of the window desk, holding a white chess piece hesitantly on the chessboard, and holding a sunspot into contemplation, the case is a half-game chess game.

But I saw that the woman was as pretty as a three-spring peach, and as pure as a nine-autumn chrysanthemum.

With a "snap", a big hand dropped a sunspot on the chessboard.

The woman raised her head suddenly, and her beautiful eyes as clear as spring water stared blankly at the person who was thinking about the night, as if in a dream, her face was also surprised, happy and sad, and her eyes gradually welled up with crystal tears.

The four eyes stared for a long time.

After coming back to her senses, Shirui hurriedly got up and knelt down to salute, "The concubine has seen the king, the concubine has lost her manners, please forgive the king."

Qingtian stretched out his hand to help Shirui up, "Aifei, please get up", after speaking, he walked over and sat behind the desk.

Xian'e came in to serve tea, Shirui took the tea, and brought it to Qingtian with both hands, and said timidly: "Your Majesty, please use tea."

Looking at the still unbelievable and enlightened side concubine Shirui, Qingtian suddenly felt guilty, and stretched out his hand to her who was standing well-behaved in front of her, "Ai Concubine, come to Benjun's side!"

Qingtian took Shirui's hand, which was as white as a bamboo shoot, took her to sit beside him, and asked softly, "Aifei, have you ever wanted to be a gentleman?"

Tears flowed down Shirui's eyes, and she nodded slightly, "All the time...... I want to do both!".

Qingtian wiped her tears for Shirui, like a comfort, and like a self-reminder, "In the future, Benjun will draw time and often come to visit his concubine."

Hearing this, Shirui's tears flowed even more fiercely, aggrieved and pitiful, which made Qingtian's heart suddenly moved, and coaxed gently: "Okay, it's Benjun who is not good, let the concubine be wronged, don't cry, accompany Benjun to play a game of chess."

"Yes!

Shirui responded with tears in her eyes, got up and packed up her chess pieces, and started playing against Qingtian.

Under the light, a majestic shore is like a pine, and a delicate is like a flower, accompanied by laughter from time to time, a picture of talent and beauty and love.

After three games of chess, Shi Rui said in a coquettish voice: "Your Excellency, it is late at night, the concubines are waiting for your majesty, rest in peace."

Qingtian looked up, Shirui with a red glow flying on his face, and nodded.

One night, in the fragrant tent, there was a beautiful fragrance and love.

Early the next morning, when Wei Xi got out of bed, the personal maid Zhiwei ran in in a panic and reported urgently, "Niangniang, there is news from the Xinqing Palace, saying that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ...... Last night, stay there for the night".

"What?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, last night, stayed in ...... Xinkei Palace"

Wei Ji was unhappy in her heart, and her face suddenly became gloomy. The prince has been in the palace for more than a thousand years, and he has not stepped into her Jingzhang Palace, and after punishing the little scholar, she has never seen the prince, and the affairs of the harem are just ordered to pass on the word.

For a young woman, this is like a widow's day, which makes Weihuan feel humiliated and hopeless.

Since the prince was injured, he rarely appeared in the harem, and through Yanran and eyeliner, he heard that the prince had only been to the side concubine Shirui and the two beauties, all of whom stayed for a short time and never stayed overnight. Wei was very annoyed that the prince suddenly stayed in Xinqing Hall at night, and she also caught the sudden change of the prince.

Recently, there have been a lot of things that have annoyed Weijiao.

A few days ago, Yanran came to tell him that the prince often looked at a jade that looked like a round mirror, heard a woman's begging for mercy inside, and saw tears in the prince's eyes.

Relying on a woman's intuition, Weiwan concluded that the prince had someone outside, and it should be the woman begging for mercy, but what puzzled her was that if the prince liked that woman, why didn't he save her?

Wei Xi sent a message and arranged for Yan Wu, who was already under his cousin's command, to investigate secretly, but before the matter was settled, the palace was not clean again.

The person who wants to wear it, can spoil the harem again, the body should be very good, the days finally have hope, Wei Xi thought, there were tears in her eyes, jealousy, expectation, and self-pity flashed on her face in a loop, she smiled bitterly, and felt sorry for herself in the mirror.

Zhiwei, who quietly served Wei's makeup, saw the master facing the mirror, revealing the shyness of her little daughter, although it was fleeting, she also understood what the master was thinking in her heart. Her mind was also pulled back, and the scene when the Third Highness Changyu was warm to herself, two red clouds flew on her face unconsciously.

Wu Mei got the news a little later, listening to the personal maid Ruoyan's report, the prince stayed in Xinqing Hall last night, she was suddenly shocked to drop the water bottle for watering flowers in her hand, tears like rain, and said violently: "How is this possible? How could the king spend the night there? What despicable means did she use to seduce the king? Where is she compared to the palace?...... If you smoke, you say, where can she compare? You say, ah, ?......."

Ruyan was grabbed by Wu Mei's shoulder, shaking her head dizzy, and hurriedly said: "Niangniang, she ...... She can't compare, really, can't ......".

"Why, why did you go to her?"

Wu Mei couldn't accept it, the prince who was haunted by her dreams and thought about it day and night, actually went to linger with other women first, she never doubted the charm of her nine-tailed fox clan, and was confident that the prince could get the greatest happiness and satisfaction in her own place, but the prince didn't come to the harem for three hundred years.

Wu Mei cried and laughed, full of pain and unwillingness, and sat down beside the couch. This couch carried the countless joys of the two of them, how much the prince cherished her at that time, and her heart was full of him, and she would rather die for him.

It is said that women are pleasing to themselves, and they dress up carefully every day, so that they are refreshing every time, and the appreciation and love in the eyes of the prince are so real joy, but now the prince's love, how much is left for himself?

Wu Mei burst into tears, grief-stricken, and cried: "Your Majesty, the concubine's heart has been given to you, the concubine doesn't dare to ask for too much, she just wants the monarch, and there are concubines in her eyes, is this also wishful thinking......? Concubine, I miss you so much."

Ruyan hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded: "Niangniang, don't cry anymore, since the prince is in good health, presumably, he will come to our Fangfei Hall in the next two days, if you cry and swollen eyes, it will not be good, according to the slave maid, Niangniang still dress up well, think about it, how can you let the prince come over earlier?

A word wakes up the dreamer

Wu Mei hurriedly wiped away her tears, supported the messy cloud temples, and raised her head to Ruoyan and said urgently; Yes, yes, yes, Ruoyan, what you said is very much, quickly help Bengong redress. Also, find out the new red brocade robe made by the Weaver Girl to the palace......".

Qingtian reappeared in the harem, like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, the entire Yongzheng Palace harem up and down was busy and lively, each palace hollowed out their minds, each showing their magical powers to attract the attention of the prince, just to get the favor and favor of the prince.

The beauties who have been favored are also waiting carefully, following the prince's wishes in everything, doing everything possible to please the joy and stop of the sky.

In order to make the harem peaceful, Qingtian also achieved the rain and dew evenly, for the sake of the heirs, in order not to let his father find a reason again, Qingtian also tried his best, circling in the flowers, and worked hard.

Qingtian lingered in the flowers of a hundred flowers, admired and worshipped by well-behaved and docile beauties, and was waited for thoughtfully and attentively.

In the Xinqing Palace, Qingtian was reading a book, and Shirui was boiling new tea beside him.

In the water vapor of Miao Miao, the poetry of a pale pink sand skirt, like a small peach blossom newly bloomed on the waterfront tree by the lake in the early morning mist, is delicate and beautiful, and Qingtian is unconsciously stunned.

Seeing that the prince was looking at him in a daze, Shirui peeled off her forehead hair and smiled lightly, which was really a gesture.

Qingtian's eyes contain a puddle of spring water, and he sings faintly: "Its shape is elevating, how can it be extremely spoken." The appearance is abundant and rich, and the buds are warm and moist. The eyes are bright and bright, and they are beautiful and visible. The eyebrows are raised with moths, and the red lips are like Dan. The quality is dry, and the ambition is too good and the body is idle. ”

Qingtian's gentle and affectionate eyes were meeting Shirui's moist and clear eyes, seeing that she only smiled faintly, she lowered her head and was busy pouring tea, it was obvious that Shirui didn't understand the meaning of the poem.

The smile slowly receded from the corner of Qingtian's mouth, and his heart was empty, and he suddenly remembered that the little scholar who had been with him for a hundred years was ......

Qingtian suddenly discovers that she, and they, are not the little girl hidden in their hearts, and no one can replace her.

Disappointment, frustration, imbalance, and disappointment.

"Oh, Benjun remembered that there was still something urgent, so he left first", Qing Tian stood up, and after speaking, he turned into a streamer and left directly.

The prince suddenly changed his face and left without looking back, Shirui was the second monk and she was confused, she didn't know, did she do something wrong, or did the prince really have something urgent? Shirui was stunned.

Shi Rui looked at the direction of the prince's departure, grieved from her heart, wiped her tears, and fell into deep thought, "Everyone thinks that I can marry the prince, which is the luckiest and happiest thing, but I am clear, my heart is full of sadness, the good times at home, I can never go back, I was abandoned by everyone, how to pass these long and miserable days? This is what they call happiness?

Qingtian fled back to the "sea of books", looking at the green veil blown by the wind, and seemed to see a little dance in plain clothes in front of him. She was dancing and chatting with him, and he was amazed at how widely she read, how unique her opinions, and how she expressed her words and witty words.

At that time, he was also stunned, he loved it very much, her knowledgeable and wanton appearance, shrouded in the light of wisdom, her eyes shone with wisdom, what a radiant look!

At that moment, she walked into her heart.

Lu Xiaowu, who has a nine-trick exquisite heart, has a tacit understanding with him, and she is like an empathetic interpretation flower, existing in his hundred years of life. She was originally his confidant and confidant, and she should have become his bosom lover, but he lost her because of the so-called pressure.

It turns out that the beauty is pleasing to the body, and the bosom friend is pleasing to the heart!

Qingtian suddenly understood that it is rare to have a confidant in life, and it is the most difficult truth to find a soulmate through the ages.

As soon as he thought of Xiao Wu, Mu Bai, the beautiful son of Jiyue and Qingfeng, followed him like a shadow, and it was difficult to calm down in Qingtian's heart, and then he thought that the two of them were as good as paint and glue, and they were still sleeping together, Qingtian was even more indignant.

Qingtian knew in his heart that one of the reasons why he chose to give up was that he lost his self-confidence, and he didn't dare to put his dignity in front of Xiao Wu, who had no heart for him, to ridicule and trample.

"Will Xiao Wu give up the beautiful boy and choose himself?"

"No, she won't, she will definitely find a way to find the beautiful boy Mubai"

This is the answer that Qingtian gave himself, for the first time in his life, he was defeated without a fight and fled.

Qingtian suddenly realized that if he escaped, he would lose a once-in-a-lifetime and unique confidant.

After walking around in the midst of a hundred flowers, Qingtian thoroughly understood, "precious things cannot be replaced, and the happiness of the senses can never replace the tacit understanding of the spirit and the pleasure of the soul", if he really loses Xiao Wu, he may suffer for a lifetime, and he will hate himself for a lifetime.

What to do?

Qingtian is once again in a state of contradiction and anxiety......

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