King Qi clearly heard the voice in his heart. Ling'er, yes, it's Ling'er. She is his Ling'er. Really? No, she is the princess of Quanrong, she is the princess of Yuenu? But, she
How come she and Ling'er have such a similar body and the same temperament? Ling'er, her? God, I'm crazy, I must be crazy. King Qi secretly called his name in his heart, "Yinqi, Yinqi
, you are sick, just call someone Linger when you see them. You are really very sick."
However, he couldn't help but step down from the throne.
"The king enters the palace and salutes."
Before Uncle Zong's voice could be heard, he stepped down from the throne and kept walking until he reached the side of the man in white.
He walked to her side. He stretched out his hand, and his hand took hers. His heart was shocked, and the familiar feeling came again. Just like back then, when he held Penghao's hand by the pool, that
A feeling of tranquility. For many years, the feeling that no woman could bring him came again. In this hall, at this solemn moment, he found a kind of feeling that he had dreamed of for many years in a strange woman.
Familiar feeling. Really? He's crazy, right?
He didn't know, he only knew that he wanted to hold these hands. He wanted to hold these hands. Once he held these hands, he didn't want to let them go. He just held the hand of the man in white and turned around.
He turned around and faced his ministers. He heard Uncle Zong's voice ringing in the sky above the hall.
"In the sixth year of King Wei's reign, the three ladies of Yuyuan, Qingliu and West Palace were enthroned. The ceremony was completed. The three ladies thanked the king for his kindness."
"Thank you, my Lord, for your grace."
Tang Jiang and Mo Li knelt down to express their gratitude.
There was a voice among these voices. That voice penetrated the long river of time, and fell into King Qi's heart word by word. It hit King Qi's fragile heart. "Penghao, Penghao." He held her hand.
His hand was shaking, and he could hardly stand. His hand held her hand almost roughly and stiffly. He held her hand like this, making her unable to hold her hand like the other two ladies.
He knelt down and thanked her again. He held her so tightly and so close, which made her voice sound like it was coming from his body.
He didn't know what he was doing. He didn't know what he should do next. He just held her hand like this. His whole person fell into a kind of madness. Only that name rang in his heart. He
He didn't even think about lifting her veil to take a look at the face under the veil. He just held her hand so tightly, like a sculpture of ice and clay.
Who is he? Isn't he the king of Qi?
There was a trace of doubt and uneasiness in Yue Nu's heart. Why did this man hold her hand like this? His hand was so warm and generous. Why did his hand give her a feeling of peace of mind?
.Does he recognize her? Why does he look like he recognizes her?
This man, he should be a very dangerous person. But why does he make her feel so at ease? Just like when he grabs the knife in her hand like this, why is there not a trace of boredom in her heart, on the contrary?
Is there the slightest bit of joy that she found out before she woke up? Why? Her heart has always been calm. Why is it now? Why is it this person?
Yue Nu raised her head and looked at this tall man quietly under the cover of the veil. His face, his face. Oh my God, he really is the man in the painting. He is really the man in the dream.
God, why? Why is he the man in her dream? Why is he in her dream? He is just a stranger? Why?
He is really the tender and grieving man in the dream. So who is his Ling'er? Who is the woman in the dream, the woman named Ling'er, the woman who makes this man grief-stricken?
Why are she, him, and them in her dream?
"The ceremony is completed, the third lady returns to the palace."
Uncle Zong shouted loudly,
"The ceremony is completed, the king takes his seat.
Uncle Zong shouted even louder,
"The ceremony is completed, the three ladies will return to the palace, and the king will take his seat."
Uncle Zong shouted loudly, he shouted continuously, he was reminding the absent-minded King Qi. He didn't know why the king was absent-minded, but he knew that it was his duty to remind the king to pay attention to etiquette on such an occasion.
Amid Uncle Zong's continuous shouting, King Qi came back to his senses. He reluctantly let go of his small hands. The moment the hands were withdrawn from his palms, he felt an emptiness in his heart.
It was like something precious had been lost. He didn't understand what was wrong with him. However, he already understood in his heart. He liked this woman, the Moon Slave Princess of the North Country. He liked her. He didn't care for anything.
, there is no reason, no reason, he likes her. He just wants to hold her hand for the rest of his life.
As soon as the thought of a lifetime came into King Qi's mind, he himself was shocked. What happened to him? This Princess Yuenu is just a strange woman. How could he treat her?
He doesn't understand. He really doesn't understand himself.
He sat on the high throne. He watched the third lady slowly exiting the hall. He watched the delicate white shadow disappear from his sight. His heart was immediately filled with irritation. How could he do this?
He didn't know. Could it be that he was sick?
Or could it be that he has been suffering from longing for him for so many years, and when he sees a person who looks like Basil, he acts as if he is possessed by a demon?
I don’t know, I don’t know, who can tell him what’s going on?
Why did she give him such a familiar feeling?
Why?
Her voice, her body smell, her little hands, her temperament.
Why are you reminded of him like this, so familiar?
So, what about her face?
What will the face look like under the veil?
…
On the high throne, at the noisy banquet, and among the officials surrounding him, he, the newly married King of Qi, was deeply lost in thought.
On the night of King Qi's wedding, the entire city of Linzi fell into a sea of carnival. But there was one person in one place who was not happy at all. This was the Jade Palace, which was separated by a wall from the Taihe Hall, King Qi's palace.
Garden. At this time, there was not a trace of light in the Jade Garden. The maids nearby stopped coming and going. They all knew that the master was feeling uncomfortable. Whoever thought about it would not be happy. Originally, King Qi had no queen, and everyone
I know that only the third lady has the highest position in the palace. The third lady only appointed one, Mrs. Yuyuan, and the other two ladies are vacant. This vacancy lasts for six years. Six years is not a small situation. In the hearts of the people in the palace
Everyone knows who is the biggest in this palace besides the king. That is Mrs. Yuyuan. She is the future Queen Qi. This is something everyone understands.
Speaking of which, Mrs. Yuyuan is elegant and modest. No one in the palace can say anything wrong with her. In this palace, the king has the worst temper. If someone is unhappy, let alone a small palace.
People, even concubines and concubines, can be beheaded if they are not careful. Only Mrs. Yuyuan is not afraid of the king. Only Mrs. Yuyuan, the king will give her a smile. In Mrs. Yuyuan
The king in the palace is relatively in his best temper. This is something that everyone in the palace has clearly seen in the past six years.