It snowed all night, and Wei Shengyu was forcibly pulled back to his room by the servant, and that night, he had a dream.

The dream is very clear, above the blue fall, there is a fairy mountain, Dan is the morning clouds, and the twilight is the rain. After waking up, he suddenly lost his heart, got up and wrapped himself in a crane feather, pushed the door and went out.

The snow had stopped, but the whiteness had not yet faded.

Wei Shengyou looked at the city in the distance, and the sound of gongs and drums sounded in his ears. The servants put up red couplets, and a number of new mahogany tables and chairs were added to the palace, replaced with red lanterns, and the surrounding area was filled with a festive atmosphere. Stepping out of the door, looking back, there is an upside-down "spring" pasted on the door of the mansion.

Wei Shengyu laughed at the right time, his eyes glazed.

He went to the Chenghuang Temple in the north of the city to ask for a lot, and sincerely prayed to the gods, this place is very lively, especially when the festival is approaching, and the incense is even more vigorous. Wei Shengyou once talked with Wei Shengzhao in private, although there are many people who worship ghosts and gods in this world, the majority of them say women, don't look at those who read books on the surface are gentle and elegant, but they are meticulous and tight, burning incense and worshiping the Buddha are the same as learning, but in fact, they are not going to ghosts and gods, people with flexible brains naturally know when and where there are many girls.

At that time, Wei Shengzhao echoed and laughed, nodding yes, but in fact, his knowledge in this area was far less than that of his younger brother.

Wei Shengyou frowned, he always felt that there were a lot of people coming today, crowded, those young men in fresh clothes and angry horses stood one by one, looking at the neck, as if they were waiting for someone, and even more so, they scolded and fought when they didn't agree with each other, and they had no grace at all. Wei Shengyou was curious for a while, so he asked the little monk on the side what was the big thing today.

The little monk closed his eyes and knocked on the wooden fish, listened to his question, and half-opened one eye.

Wei Sheng Youyi willed, and secretly stuffed him with some vulgar things.

Only then did the little monk reply with satisfaction: "Concubine Mei, the flower of the capital, is coming to ask for a marriage today. ”

Wei Shengyou suddenly realized, and asked who came out of this news.

The little monk looked a little frightened, but he still replied honestly that he was naturally from Mingyue Tower.

Wei Shengyou patted the little monk on the shoulder, turned around and walked out.

He is a casual person, but also a rational person. If he wanted to let Wei Shengyou choose between learning and playing, he would definitely choose the latter, but unfortunately, he clearly knew what his identity was and what he should do.

Wei Shengyou used to secretly visit the Qinglou, since he was involved in the dispute between the princes, he has never been there, I heard that there is an Oiran in Mingyue Tower, and the world is rumored to be comparable to the daughter of the Yang family, the difference between the two is only that one is in the city, and the other is in the country. Therefore, Wei Shengyou stayed, and he wanted to see the rumors about whether this Concubine Mei was worthy or not.

Mei Feijun came in a tulle green coat, wearing a curtain fence and a few maids, some people are like this, just standing there, it will naturally attract a large group of people.

Obviously, there are not a few people who have the same curiosity as Wei Shengyou, and Mei Feijun's appearance as an emperor doesn't seem to know that she has been "sold".

The scene was chaotic, the temple sent a warrior monk, and the thugs who secretly protected Mei Feijun in the building also swarmed up, but that day, the merry scholar couldn't hold a knife, and the bandits and hooligans were free.

And the micro life is long, and the sword robs the marriage.

He took advantage of the chaos to take a mask offered in the temple and put it on his face, riding in the dust.

Concubine Jun leaned on Wei Shengyou's arms, only to feel that her whole body was surrounded by a warm current, and there was a fragrance around her nose, she heard that this was a popular elegant thing among the princes and nobles in the court, called incense.

I don't know how long later, the horse's hooves stopped jolting, and the surroundings were quiet, Concubine Jun straightened up shyly, and the man in front of her consciously let go of the hand around her waist, jumped off the horse first, and then laughed.

Mei Feijun hurriedly tidied up her messy clothes, thanked the man, and asked weakly what he was laughing at.

Wei Shengyou laughed, saying that when he left, the group of guys didn't know what was going on, and they were still fighting there, and it was dark.

Mei Feijun tilted her head and recalled, and smiled with relief.

Wei Sheng calmly settled down, and simply asked, I'll send you back.

Mei Feijun held her heart in her hand and calmly asked if the slave family could see the appearance of the son.

Wei Shengyou decisively refused, claiming that Pingshui was a game and did not want to be involved.

Concubine Mei glared at her with disgust, claiming that it was unfair.

Wei Shengyou took off his mask and put it on her face, and scolded with a smile and said that she would go back early after reading it, and no one would be able to save her if something happened along the way.

Mei Feijun's eyes were focused on the two small holes on the mask, and she secretly looked at the person in front of her, and the picture seemed to freeze at that moment. When she left, she looked back again, and understood why this place was so quiet, and in front of the alley, there was a royal mansion.

This person is Qi Wang Weishengyou, she often hears the sisters in the building discussing his affairs, no wonder he is reluctant to have anything to do with him.

But Concubine Mei secretly made an oath in her heart, she picked up the corner of her clothes and looked at the sky.

Snow falls all over the ground, and white clouds linger.

Clothes are fragrant.

Later, Da Zhou had a crown prince, and the prince had a concubine, and people said that King Qi had nothing left.

That night, Concubine Mei bought off the little maid in the building, and slipped out of Mingyue Tower at night, she led the horse and begged the janitor of the Qi Palace's mansion to let her in.

The housekeeper recognized her, so he took it upon himself to send her into Wei Shengyou's room.

Weisheng was drunk like mud, disheveled, collapsed on the bed, muttering gibberish, crying bitterly, smirking again.

Concubine Mei had never seen Wei Shengyou's posture, and she believed that the world did not want to admit that the crazy drunk in front of her would be Wei Shengyou, the king of Qi whom they called an aristocratic model.

It turned out that the high-spirited young man would also become what he is now.

Concubine Mei was knowledgeable, and she couldn't think of any words to comfort the person in front of her for a while, so she could only hug him distressedly, bury his face in her chest, and cry together.

Nephrite is warm and fragrant, with a thousand styles, and people say.

Drunk and hazy, I lost my soul, which reminded Wei Shengyou of that night, when someone fell into the country.

Someone, Allure.

Concubine Mei still remembers that day she went to the temple to ask for marriage, but there was a reason, but to no avail.

Dependent origin is extinguished, dependent birth is empty, gathering or dispersing, everything is providential.

However, providence makes people.

After all, she can only be an Oiran, maybe it is because the accumulation in her previous life is not enough, Mei Feijun thought to herself. She heard from the sisters in the building that King Qi had already paid homage to his eldest brother in the court, and there was no sense of loss on his face, obviously he was happy for his eldest brother.

The capital was jubilant, and people sang the praises of the prince and the king of Qi.

Mei Feijun looked at the grand scene in the city and smiled.

And she waited for it, believing that one day, the person she liked would greet her in a red dress, leading a white horse, and a team of musicians.

However, Concubine Mei can hide one secret, but another secret can't be hidden.

The people of Mingyue Tower finally found out that their Oiran was pregnant, and the way they looked at her began to change their eyes. At first, she cared and comforted, helped her hide this matter from the world, and also hoped that Concubine Jun could tell who the negative man was. But the paper couldn't hold the fire, the guests found out about this fact, and cursed Mingyue Lou angrily, and the people in the building finally lost patience with the concubine, and for a while, the sound of criticism was endless, and slanderous rumors were popular all over the world.

Mei Feijun hid in a courtyard in the corner, and she never said anything.

She planted sycamores in the courtyard, looking forward to it, and there were phoenixes to perch.

She played a parting song, and the story in the song tells that two people who love each other in an alliance are determined to separate, but they miss each other in their hearts. But only she knows that this is just a fairy tale of her fantasies, and there are no people who love each other here, only people who miss each other.

It's another year of heavy snow in Kyoto.

The daughter was born, and the concubine looked at the plum blossoms in the courtyard, thought about it, and named her Xiangjun.

With her daughter by her side, Concubine Jun's life was not as lonely as before, but her body could no longer support it, and finally collapsed on the piano platform.

The song lingered, and she couldn't wait for that person after all.

Concubine Jun raised her head and watched the snowflakes fall from the eaves one by one, wetting her eyes.

The fate is over, but the love is not over.

Suddenly, everything around her began to turn white, until she couldn't see anything white, and a touch of red appeared, as if she was riding a horse to pick her up.

Mei Feijun's eyebrows were crooked, and a faint glow floated away from the corner of her mouth.

That day, Wei Shengyou, who was already in the court, heard this, and then he knew that Concubine Mei was pregnant and had a daughter. He thought that Concubine Mei was still a beautiful Oiran, but it turned out that ......

Wei Shengyou stood outside the Mingyue Building, looking at it from a distance, not daring to go in, he saw the crying little girl and remembered a lot of things. Finally, with a sigh, he turned and left.

It started to rain nowhere.

Many things, the origin of the cause, the end of the cause, then nothing, that cannot be said to be whose fault, just missed.

Later, some people in Beijing laughed and ridiculed, saying that King Qi was young, but his head was dyed white by busy business.

Weishengtong died, Weishengzhao ascended the throne, and Weishengyou became busier.

That year, the Eight Kings Rebellion, Li Qing raised troops to attack Wu, defeated and surrendered, Wei Shengyou had to personally put on the battle, the army pointed directly to the south of the Yangtze River, the Wu army's troops had spread there, several cities fell, and had become the abandoned son of the Zhou army.

And in that place, a young general was born and became famous in the first battle, he held back the pace of the Wu army, and even forced them back until he ushered in reinforcements from the court.

Wei Shengyou personally summoned the young general, and he looked at him, as if he saw his former self, fearless and fearless, and full of spirit. Thirty years of fame, eight thousand miles of road.

So, he smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

The latter clutched a mask tightly in his hand, his eyes like torches.

"Mo-kun. ”