On the fifteenth day of the month, the full moon is as round as a disk.
He hesitated for a long time, then raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and said respectfully: "It's even colder and dew heavy. Madam, let's get up and drive back to the palace as soon as possible."
Her whole body was limp and he had no choice but to pick her up.
I wanted to say "offense"
But when he looked up at the Milky Way and the moonlight, he was reluctant to use these two alienating words.
He held her in his arms and climbed onto his horse, fearing that the galloping wind would make her cold, so he let the horse stroll along the river.
The chirping of crickets could be heard in the grass, and there were hazy clouds of wild flowers.
The evening breeze blew up the bangs on her forehead and blew up his clothes.
She suddenly said from his arms: "Let me sing you a song."
He was shocked when he heard her singing euphemistically.
Desolate and miserable, there is no need to cry when getting married.
Would like to have as one people, old age is not way off.
Her singing echoed on the empty mountain road, and his heart seemed to be drunk. Even if he lost his life tonight, he would not regret this trip.
This trip out of the palace was finally safe. Lin Jinfeng sent Mo'er back to Tianmang Palace. He stood in the distance until her figure disappeared and then turned and left.
"Mother, you are finally back. We are all worried to death." Axiu and Qianqian have been guarding the door for fear of someone breaking in. Before Mo'er left, she told the two people that if anyone came looking for her, she would tell them that she had already
Sleep peacefully.
Mo'er was exhausted, so she hurriedly wiped her face, put on her clothes and lay down. She made some hot bird's nest porridge, but she didn't have the heart to eat it, and it was already cold on the table.
At this moment, all she could think about was the image of him kneeling on one knee in front of the horse, with his head slightly bowed, refusing to let anyone stand thousands of miles away.
Many ministers have offended me, please forgive me.
What a humble minister and empress.
She smiled bitterly to herself, but the smile was bitter and stiff, and slowly turned into two lines of clear tears, which fell into the gold-embroidered quilt and disappeared without a trace.
He still despises her and despises her for being an imperial concubine.
After the red candle burned out, Xue'er, who was sitting on the bed table, finally lifted the red hijab on her head and looked at the empty room.
"Here comes someone."
A little maid came in in response, "What are your orders, Princess?"
"Where is the prince?"
The little girl replied: "The prince is drunk and has fallen asleep in the upper wing."
"I understand, please step back."
Xueer changed out of her red clothes and walked to the upper wing. As soon as she opened the door, she could smell the smell of alcohol.
Ye Hen didn't change his clothes, he just lay on the bed like that, still holding an empty wine glass in his hand.
Xueer walked over and saw that his face was pale and his eyebrows were furrowed. She couldn't help but feel pain in her heart. She was about to reach out to get the quilt to cover him when he suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Your Majesty..."
But he started to murmur: "Mo'er...Mo'er..."
Mo'er?
Xue'er was startled, thinking that he called the wrong name. She was about to agree when she heard him say incoherently: "Don't leave me... Mo'er... I betrayed you..."
He said it was indeed Mo'er. Who is this Mo'er? Is she the woman he has always longed for?
Xue'er held back the sourness in her heart, took a wet towel and wiped his face, then straightened his body and covered him with the quilt.
She stood aside and thought for a long time, then finally bent down and took off her embroidered shoes, lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down side by side with him.
It was already daybreak, and it was long past the time to go to court. The emperor allowed him not to go to court for three days, so that he could enjoy the joy of his wedding with his beloved wife.
When Ye Hen woke up, he was confused and didn't know when it was. He turned his head and saw Xue'er sleeping beside him, with a pretty face, like a jade lady.
However, even if there is a stunningly beautiful woman in the world, in his heart, she is still not as beautiful as her.
He looked up at the hollowed-out Zixiang ceiling and remembered the day he came back from Saibei. He was still wearing his battle clothes and his face was full of dust. In the emperor's Yixin Palace, he knelt in front of the emperor and said: "Your Majesty, do you still remember that time?"
Do you agree to Wei Chen?"
The emperor smiled and said: "Of course I remember."
There was joy on his face, as if he was a child with good grades, looking forward to being rewarded by an adult.
"Seventh brother said that he wants a woman from me, but he wants me to marry him?"
He nodded and said: "Exactly."
Mo'er, his Mo'er, he could finally come to ask for her openly and honestly.
The emperor walked down the jade steps and came to him, stretched out his hands to help him up: "Seventh brother, I have said that when there are no outsiders, there is no need to behave like a king and a minister."
He also smiled softly, "Eighth brother."
The emperor sat with him on the mahogany flower chair, holding the teacup in his hand and said, "Let me guess who Brother Seventh wants from me. If he guesses correctly, Brother Seventh will thank me."
He said: "Okay."
The emperor put down the tea cup and played with it in his hand. His peaceful expression just now suddenly became serious. He looked at the map of Chu Zhao Kingdom hanging on the wall and said: "Others see the great power of Chu Zhao Kingdom. Don't they know that now there are internal and external troubles, and there are internal problems?"
The Hua family controls half of the country, and countries such as Li and others are becoming more and more powerful outside. Prime Minister Hua has great ambitions. Above the court, he respects me, but below the court, he forms cliques for personal gain. I have always been humble to him, making him think that I am afraid of him.
He. I took his daughter, Concubine Hua, and favored her in the harem. He was so proud. But now that the seventh brother has come to ask me for help, it must be the little daughter of Huafu. You and I are respectful to him, so be on guard against him.
I must realize that one day, I must kill all of them except this evil thief."
There was a bang, and the teacup in the emperor's hand shattered. Tea splashed everywhere, and his hand was torn by the fragments, causing blood to flow out.
Ye Hen looked at him for a long time, then his eyes fell on his bleeding hand.
The wind picked up outside the window, making the paper rustle.
He suddenly knelt down in front of the emperor, kowtowed and said: "The emperor's guess is indeed correct. I thank you for your grace."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get up from the bed. Xueer was awakened and hurriedly sat up, "Your Majesty, I will help you change your clothes."
He flicked his sleeves and said with a cold expression, "No need."
He walked out of the room and called out: "Ling'er."
Ling'er stood under the eaves, heard his voice, and quickly came over and said: "Your Majesty."
"Send the battle report from the front line to my study."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
He walked towards the study without looking back, without changing any of his clothes.
Xue'er stood alone in the wing like a dead tree, with boundless sourness in her heart.
Mo'er?
Is it because of that woman named Mo'er that he is so cold to her?
Autumn has arrived in a blink of an eye, and the emperor likes to hunt, so the forest farm in Jiaqing Mountain has long been prepared to welcome the emperor.
Recently, the concubines of the palace have been trying their best to please and tried their best just to follow the emperor on a trip to Jiaqing Mountain. I heard that Concubine Hua was not favored by the emperor before, but she was lucky enough to be selected to go to Jiaqing with the emperor. After returning, she