Single (seventy-two)

She remembered that he was in the cloister at the time, and told her: "I avenged you, except for Liu Yingying, you said that you would return me a request." ”

"Concubine Hui won't threaten you, you don't need to target Concubine Hui. ”

Yes, that's what he said that day, and she thought about it for a long time that night, what kind of person is this concubine, and even this god came to intercede for her.

Later, she endured not seeing Concubine Hui, although she was curious, but she was the queen, and she didn't want to see it.

And then I saw it.

A woman who is more delicate than herself, and she is pregnant with a dragon heir, will not threaten her as a queen?

Scold.

Concubine Hui is a threat as long as she lives.

"You're a lover, and as far as this palace knows, you've only seen her once?

"Or do you have a bad idea of the emperor's concubine?"

The queen snorted coldly and stared at Lin Fengyuan.

Lin Fengyuan heard her words clearly, raised his head to look at her, and answered quickly this time.

"Hong Yuan, do you know why the Holy Lord welcomed you back to be the queen?"

"I understand now, you are very suitable to be a queen, more suitable than her, you will be a qualified queen. ”

He didn't call her the queen mother, he called Hong Yuan, he saved her countless times back then, not only because of the will of the regent Hanxun, but also because she was pitiful and couldn't bear to fall into the country and the city, she became a military prostitute and let others spoil her.

Good things should be cherished, and beautiful people should also be cared for.

With that, he turned and left, ignoring the anger of the woman behind him.

Leave the Middle Palace and go to the Chen Palace.

Listening to the words of the next person, the fire was very big that night, and I don't know if a woman as soft as her was afraid to see such a big fire.

Soon, he had arrived not far from the Chen Palace, and he didn't dare to go any further.

I vaguely remember the woman who was dressed in a plain emerald cigarette shirt, wearing a light blue emerald water thin tobacco veil, with shoulders slashed into a waist and skin like condensed fat.

Under the firelight, her black silk was black and soft and charming, and her eyes were misty, colliding with her own eyes, and she said, "General, can I not go to the palace?"

"General, do you think the palace is good? or everyone else thinks it's good, but I don't want to go. ”

"What I want most is to find a quiet place, a small courtyard, a pot of tea, two light meals, and then I can watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and the clouds and wild cranes are idle. ”

"Maybe the palace compound is good, but it's not for me, and I don't like it. ”

"What does the frontier look like? I haven't seen it yet? If I did, I would like it, it should be very vast, it should be very suitable for riding a horse, and I can see the scenery freely. ”

Lin Fengyuan was a little distracted, as if he saw the woman again, and was personally sent into the palace by him, that slender figure seemed to tell her that she was not doing well.

She was so thin, even thinner than he had seen for the first time in the teahouse.

She wants to be free, but unfortunately her fate is not in her hands.

It seems that like him, he once wanted to be free, but since his father sent him to the palace to accompany the regent of the prince at that time, his fate was uncertain.

Fate is sometimes something that you can't control at all.

He didn't tell her that he, like her, liked to ride a horse and watch the scenery freely.

The misty drizzle suddenly fell from the sky and fell one after another, like a misty drizzle, not big but dense, like clouds.

The drizzle was a bit confusing, and the curtain of beads gradually covered the sky and the earth, making the distant scenery gradually blurred.

A bright yellow figure appeared in the pavilion not far away, which turned out to be the saint.

He walked into the gazebo and stood aside, neither of them speaking.

For a long time, the rain outside the pavilion was heavier, and the raindrops were connected together like a big net, hanging around the pavilion, and the small raindrops seemed to have aura, and they looked at it at will, and it was a little desolate.

Suddenly it turned into a downpour, the thunder became louder and louder, the rain became heavier and heavier, the water on the ground became more and more water, the sky became very dark, and the dark clouds seemed to be pressed down, black and pressing.

From time to time, there are deafening thunders and dazzling lightning, which give people a terrifying taste.

"If it rains like this on that day. ”

Han Xun, who had already changed into his court clothes, was wearing a plain white brocade robe, and the cuffs were embroidered with gold thread on the bottom of the cloud flower, a bit like a mourning dress.

Lin Fengyuan understood what day the saint was referring to, he lowered his eyes, the last time he saw Concubine Hui at the palace banquet, she was still holding her hair in a high bun, dressed in gorgeous clothes, indescribably beautiful, compared all the ladies at the palace banquet.

When Weichen took Niangniang into the palace that day, she asked Weichen a word. ”

Those words were when Concubine Hui got out of the carriage and turned back to ask him before stepping into the imperial city, he always remembered it very clearly, and it was because of those words that he felt compassion and wanted to ask Hong Yuan not to deal with her.

"You say, does he have a little bit of my place in his heart? I want to lie to myself that he has a little bit of my place in his heart, so that's why you personally took me into the palace?"

Lin Fengyuan lowered his eyes, he had followed Han Xun for so many years, he naturally knew what kind of person Han Xun was and what type of woman Han Xun liked in his heart.

Like her, a woman who seems to be good for nothing except beauty, Han Xun will not like it from the bottom of her heart.

If you still think of a little bit of liking, you won't push Hong Yuan up.

Hong Yuan, who is already a criminal minister, even if his great-grandfather and grandfather are worthy of enjoying the Taimiao Temple and are admired by scholars all over the world, there are still many relationships, but ......

The Hong family has fallen in the end, and after the guilty ministers, even if they are rehabilitated, the Hong family will have no men to use, and those who die will die, and those who will be destroyed will be destroyed.

Others may think that Han Xun thought of a way because of the inextricable power in Hong Yuan's family, changed her identity, and welcomed her as the queen of the middle palace.

But only he knows that Hong Yuan has always been the woman Han Xun wants to marry, the woman he has wanted to marry since he was fourteen years old.

At that time, although Han Xun was a favored little prince, the middle palace was eyeing him, and the court was fighting openly and secretly, so he knew what darkness was early.

But Hong Yuan is different, Hong Yuan is simple, beautiful, and laughs like a ray of light in spring.

If it weren't for the fact that the woman he always wanted to marry was Hong Yuan, if he hadn't always liked Hong Yuan sincerely, he wouldn't have to let Hong Yuan be the queen of the Middle Palace.

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't have a little bit of Miss Yan's position in her heart, she wouldn't have tried her best to get the approval of the Yan and Wang families, and forcibly replaced Hong Yuan.

Lin Fengyuan lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Niangniang asked Weichen, why did the Holy Lord take her into the palace? Is it because she has her in her heart? Niangniang said that she would rather have her in the Holy Lord's heart now. ”

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the dark clouds in the sky were dark and heavy, and the leaves on the trees not far from the pavilion were swaying wildly, but the flowers and plants on the ground were shaking with laughter.

There was more and more water on the ground, and the rain entered the pavilion, slightly wetting the brocade robes of the two.