Since Lu Wanjie called to the palace, she has never left the palace.
The farthest place she had ever been was when that guy took her to watch the fireworks in front of the Tai Chi Palace.
In the past, she was not only very lively, but at least she was not gloomy all day long.
Occasionally, I would go out to worship Buddha and burn incense, and participate in poetry gatherings.
But now, this girl seems to have completely changed.
Every day I would go sit in the small pavilion in the courtyard and look east and north, but there was no definite answer.
In the past, when young ladies felt unhappy, they would sit in the study room reading, writing, and copying poetry collections.
But now I am always in a daze. Occasionally I am surprised to find it raining or snowing, so I go back to the room to pick up some clothes and put them on my body to continue to daze.
As her maid, Zitao also felt dissatisfied.
I'm so angry that that guy has been gone for a year and never said he would come back to see me.
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Inside Kunning Palace.
People in the palace came and went.
No one seemed to have noticed that there was a guy in the palace, holding the owner of Kunning Palace and crying loudly.
After a long time, the guy seemed to be disliked by the owner of Kunning Palace and was kicked out directly.
That guy also knew that his mother wanted him to quickly go see his fiancée who was looking forward to winter and autumn and counting the days waiting for her return.
When Zi Tao, who was guarding the gate, saw this guy coming, his face was full of surprise and his heart was filled with excitement.
The anger in my heart because of the young lady also disappeared when I saw him.
Somehow, Zitao suddenly felt that there was something different about the person in front of her.
As for what changed, she couldn't tell.
Anyway, I just feel like he has a bit more of a friendly and comfortable aura about him.
"temple……"
Just as she was about to say a word, the guy made a silence gesture, then walked up to her and asked with a smile: "Where is she?"
"Inside, taking a nap."
"hehe."
The guy chuckled softly, and then walked straight to her boudoir.
When he came to the door, the two little palace maids were full of surprise when they saw him coming.
They want it quickly Push the door open to wake up the sleeping person inside.
Li Chengqian stopped them and made a silent gesture to them.
Then, he quietly walked into the room.
In the room, the decoration is simple. In addition to the four treasures of the study placed on a clinical desk, there is only a wooden ship model.
This ship model was made by Li Chengqian and was later destroyed by Li Lizhi.
After the restoration, Lu Wanjie came to live in the palace, so he simply gave the ship model to Lu Wanjie.
Apart from other things, this ship model also has a certain commemorative significance for the two of them.
After all, Li Chengqian was working on this thing when the two of them broke up.
Li Chengqian stepped forward to the desk. On the desk were several pieces of rice paper with many fragments of poems written on them.
I have to say that Lu Wanjie truly lives up to her reputation as a talented woman from Chang'an.
The writing is beautiful, and the poem is worth chewing carefully.
Unlike Li Chengqian, the poems he wrote were praised by others, but the words were written as if earthworms had crawled over them.
If someone didn't know him well, they probably wouldn't be able to tell what the scrawled handwriting was.
Looking at the woman in deep boudoir, there is a slightly sad poem.
Li Chengqian couldn't help but sigh.
Since the end of the third year of Zhenguan, I have been tinkering with the farm.
In the fourth year of Zhenguan's reign, he went to the Northern Desert and began to formally establish a farm.
He thought he would be able to arrange everything by himself and come back in the middle of four years.
Who would have thought that I would encounter the Northeastern incident again along the way.
This back and forth delayed it until the end of the fourth year of Zhenguan.
In order for the project to progress smoothly, it has been postponed until now.
A year and a half has passed in the blink of an eye.
And only after he came back did he learn that his father had started selecting wives for him half a year ago.
Although Lu Qing was with
Li Chengqian had already felt a lot relieved about the matter and did not have too many opinions on the matter.
But has anyone asked if Lu Wanjie has any opinions in her heart?
No matter in what era, how many women are willing to serve the same husband with others?
After all, Lu Wanjie just didn't show it.
But she didn't say it openly, but she wrote all her resentment into the poem.
Looking at the poem in front of him, Li Chengqian also cursed himself in his heart for being a scumbag.
But what can be done about this?
He was talking about this matter with Li Tingxue just now.
In the imperial family, how many people can be free?
Aren't they all involuntarily?
While feeling helpless, he also felt distressed.
I feel sorry for this girl who keeps all those things in her heart and doesn't say anything to herself.
Even when I wrote a letter to him, what I wrote in my words was my longing for him and concern for him.
Li Chengqian turned his head and glanced at the bed, the girl who accompanied him to catch crabs in Yangcheng Lake that year.
Li Chengqian had never imagined that he would be like today.
He always thought that he would keep having fun and not care about political affairs.
But now, he is still involved in this bottomless abyss.
Although he was very reluctant, he couldn't help but think about it.
In the future, what will happen if you really become the emperor?
Can I dominate this world by myself?
Can I really do better than Li Zhi as emperor?
The afterglow fades and the twilight becomes thicker.
There was a snap on the bed, the woman slapped her arm, and opened her sleepy eyes.
"Why are there mosquitoes now..."
She murmured, then stood up and looked at the sky outside.
It was already ten o'clock in the evening.
Seeing this scene, she sat up suddenly.
He put on his shoes carelessly, and while putting on his clothes, he complained about Zitao next to him.
"no You said, did you wake me up after noon? Why is it this time..."
During this period, she had been learning the rules from Queen Changsun.
How to run a household, how to take charge of affairs, and how to be a good wife and mother who abide by her duties.
She was able to rest for an hour at noon, which was granted to her by Empress Changsun when she saw how thin she was.
At first, she couldn't sleep, but later she accepted it and would take a nap at noon every day.
Who would have expected that none of the girls in the courtyard would wake her up today.
Although Queen Changsun was gentle by nature, it was good for her and she would not blame or scold her for it.
But the self-blame in her heart was enough to make her uncomfortable.
Zitao pursed her lips and smiled without saying a word.
Seeing her suppressing laughter, Lu Wanjie became even more angry.
She raised her hand and slapped Zitao on the head.
"You girl, you are still laughing at me. Do you believe that I asked someone to marry you to a farmer?"
"Don't..."
Although the head blow didn't hurt, Zitao still felt a little aggrieved and said: "Miss, you have promised me a long time ago that you will find a good match for me."
"Hey, you still dare to talk."
"See if I don't teach you a lesson today."
Lu Wanjie rushed towards Zitao with all her teeth and claws, holding a small pink fist, chasing Zitao.
Just when she was chasing the bookcase, she suddenly realized something was wrong.
On the paper where she had written countless poems, an extra line of small words appeared.
"On April 13, the fifth year of Zhenguan, Li Chengqian came here for a visit."
Seeing this, she suddenly turned around, looked at Zitao and asked: "Who...who wrote this?"
"Who else could have written it? Of course His Highness himself wrote it."
Zitao rubbed her head with aggrieved face: "I just wanted to say that His Highness has been sitting outside waiting for the lady all afternoon."
After hearing this, Lu Wanjie opened the door and ran outside.
Far away, I saw the man who had been thinking about it day and night, sitting in the small pavilion in the courtyard.