The emperor took Yutan with her and then ordered Yun Qian to move all the memorials to the imperial study. She did not recover, so he stopped using her to grind ink and only asked Yun Qian to wait on her.
Mo'er took a moment to look at the decorations in the Weiyang Palace, and was attracted by a picture of a desert sunset on the wall.
She walked over and looked at the painting quietly. The painting style was majestic and calm, and it looked like it was painted by a famous artist.
She suddenly remembered that when she was in the desert, her father doted on her and her brother loved her. She would ride a camel behind her brother every day and watch him practice and forge swords. At that time, she was carefree and happiest.
Her brother always likes to call her a crazy girl and likes to let her sit on his camel while he leads the camel and walks slowly along the desert.
She still remembered the day before her wedding, when her father held her hand and cried bitterly. She knew that her father was reluctant to let her go, but she had no choice.
She went to say goodbye to her brother, and when she saw his eyes were red, she almost gritted her teeth and said, "Mo'er, wait for me. I will definitely make Li country bigger and stronger. By then, we don't have to look at anyone's face."
In the blink of an eye, my hometown is already thousands of miles away. It is hard to hear the laughter, concern and advice of my loving father and brother again. Thinking about this place, I can't help but get red eyes, and I raise my sleeves to wipe them.
"Mo'er." The emperor hugged her and said softly: "But are you homesick?"
She shook her head.
The emperor's gaze rested on the sunset in the desert in front of him, and his eyes seemed to be filled with longing: "After seeing the sunset in the desert, I can no longer look at the sunset anywhere else."
She was startled and asked: "Has the emperor ever been to the desert?"
He smiled slightly, "It's already my childhood."
Mo'er felt sad in her heart and left her country and home. She didn't know whether she would be able to see the usual sunset again.
She remembered Ye Hen's words about the lonely smoke in the desert and the sun setting over the long river. The yearning in his eyes when he said this pierced her heart like a thorn.
At this time, Lin Jinfeng suddenly reported: "Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince has an audience."
Mo'er's hand shook, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
"Xuan."
She almost hurriedly retreated to the inner room and heard his voice outside saying: "Eighth brother."
When there are no outsiders, he really doesn't call him the emperor.
When she felt sour, tears were about to fall.
From the gap in the crystal curtain, I watched him sitting at the emperor's head. Yun Qian offered tea and they chatted while drinking. Except for the changes in his life, he remained as handsome as before.
She retreated into the living room, her heart aching so much that she heard nothing more of what they said.
She didn't know when he left. It wasn't until the emperor came in and asked her to rest that she lay down with her heart full of thoughts.
The news of Mo'er staying overnight in Weiyang Palace spread the next day, and everyone from the empress to the concubines were very surprised. You must know that in the fifteen years since he ascended the throne, the emperor has never summoned any concubine to stay in his palace.
And this princess of the desert was able to stay there less than a month after entering the palace, which really makes people jealous and hateful.
Ye Hen let Ling'er take off his court clothes for him, and sat on the chair with a solemn expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
Ling'er is Ye Hen's personal maid and the only female general in his army, and is his confidant.
"My lord, are you worried about the wedding?" Ling'er brewed a cup of ginseng tea for him and asked with concern.
Ye Hen remained silent and frowned even more tightly.
In three days, he was going to marry Prime Minister Hua's youngest daughter Xue'er, but there was no joy at all in the Seventh Prince's Palace. Even the civil and military officials who came to congratulate him in advance were treated with cold words and cold faces.
The seventh prince has always had an eccentric temper and rarely communicates with others. Except for the emperor, no one can catch his eye. Even his brothers are completely ignored by him.
Ye Hen took a sip of tea and said calmly: "Go and prepare. You must have some red silk satin."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Ling'er responded and stepped back.
In the summer afternoon, the cicadas chirped one after another, making people feel even more frustrated.
He stood by the window and looked at the newly transplanted bamboo trees in the yard. The bamboos were still tender, so he ordered someone to hang the swing on the banyan tree in another yard. At this time, the swing was hanging alone, as if it were
Her eyes were full of resentment.
Does she know?
Was she angry with him, so she stayed at Weiyang Palace last night?
The pain in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he grabbed the solid wood window lattice with his hands and broke it into pieces.
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"Your Majesty, I'm afraid some happy event has happened in this palace. All the lanterns and decorations are being decorated." Qian Qian came in with a copper basin and served Mo'er to wash her face.
She felt uncomfortable and didn't listen.
"I'm going to ask around to see if the emperor is going to take a new concubine again." Qian Qian pouted: "I want to see if there is anyone who is prettier than our empress."
Mo'er shook her head helplessly and let her go.
After a while, Qianqian and Axiu ran in together, and Axiu argued: "It turns out that the seventh prince is getting married today, and the emperor ordered that the palace should be decorated with lanterns and colors to celebrate him."
Mo'er was about to get out of bed when she suddenly tilted her body and hurriedly held on to the head of the bed.
"Empress." The two men came over quickly to help her.
"Your Majesty is feeling unwell again. I'll go to Xuanxun."
Mo'er waved her hand to stop her, "No need, it's just that the sole of my foot slipped. You can go out first."
Axiu and Qianqian looked at each other, turned around, closed the door and walked out.
Mo'er sat on the bed, a wry smile overflowing from the corner of her mouth.
She still remembered the promise she made at that time, but he must have forgotten it. Maybe it was just that he was young and energetic, and he was greedy for pleasure. Knowing that she was the emperor's concubine, he did not dare to see her again, let alone marry her.
It was her fault that made her believe him.
If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will love us in the world?
It was night, and the palace was completely silent. Many people went to the Seventh Prince's Mansion to have a wedding banquet. Although the mansion was large, it was deserted.
The emperor caught a cold last night and went to bed early today.
Lin Jinfeng was walking towards his house after arranging the guards for the night, when suddenly a shadow emerged from the bushes.
His sword was unsheathed and he said sharply: "Who is it?"
When the person got closer, his blade froze in mid-air, and he frowned and said, "Your Majesty?!"
Mo'er walked up to him and suddenly knelt down.
He quickly held her arm and said urgently: "Mother, I can't bear this."
Mo'er didn't get up, and her dark eyes stared at Jingming with a look of despair.
"Master Lin, Mo'er has something to ask for. I hope Master Lin can grant it."
After she finished speaking, she was about to kowtow. Lin Jinfeng pulled her up without caring about the relationship between the emperor and his ministers. Her body was so soft that she was almost pressed against him. He felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to the top of his head.
"If your Majesty has anything to do, just give me your orders. I will never give up even if you are a humble minister."
She looked at him and said in a pleading tone: "I want to go to the palace."