Luo Changan folded the scarf that Aunt Mei knitted for her and put it in the bag, then put the jade pendant in the lapel of her clothes.
Shen Qingchuan stuffed her into men's clothes and said, "Wear this to avoid suspicion. I'm not married yet. It's inconvenient to carry a woman with me."
Luo Changan didn't think much, so she put on the men's clothes he handed over and tied up the belt. The waist was even slender, and her upper body was not as flat as a man's. She tied her hair into a bun, like a woman.
A young man in his twenties.
Shen Qingchuan looked up and down and clicked his tongue, "My fifteen-year-old clothes are just right for you."
Luo Changan was slightly startled: "...Yes, yes, you are tall. Okay. Are you ready to go?"
"But the top seems a little tight." Shen Qingchuan said and smiled.
"Shen Qingchuan, do you want to die?" Luo Changan really didn't have a good impression of this person. Seeing him provoking her everywhere, she couldn't help but scold him back.
Luo Changan followed Shen Qingchuan's ship all the way south, passed the Shijiang Ferry, and arrived at the Chang'an City Ferry. Luo Changan was about to board the ferry, and his heart was beating wildly. Soon... he would arrive at Xindu, very soon
You can see the emperor and the child soon, and you can also start to thoroughly investigate the person behind the fire that day!
Luo Changan carried the baggage on her back, and before the boatman could moor the boat, she came to the side of the boat and waited to get off. Shen Qingchuan just looked at Luo Changan's back with a deep smile.
When the boat stopped, Luo Changan got off the boat and was walking when he suddenly heard the sound of imperial soldiers and horses clearing the way. Then he heard a guard say: "Clear the ferry. The emperor and the imperial concubine's boat will arrive at the ferry soon."
When Luo Changan heard the sound, he felt as if a knife had been inserted into his heart. The emperor and... the imperial concubine?
Luo Changan's figure followed the crowd and retreated to the roadside. She stood on tiptoes and looked at the surface of the Shijiang River.
In the distance, I saw a beautifully decorated boat sailing slowly towards the ferry. It was her boat. It was burned down that day. Is this boat new?
From the open window of the boat, Luo Changan saw at a glance that the emperor was helping the woman sitting opposite him to hang the messy hair behind her ears with a half-smile. Luo Changan's eyes immediately blurred with tears. The emperor...
There is a new royal concubine.
The emperor's gentle words suddenly sounded in my ears, I am a person of long-term love, I will not change partners, we will sleep together when we are alive and be buried together after death.
Does the emperor no longer want her?
She has never loved him more firmly than at this moment in her life, but he has changed again and again.
Isn't it...only half a year? Isn't it only one hundred and seventy-six days and six hours?
In the boat, Di Qianao looked at Song Ning warmly, and dropped his hand from the hair beside her ear, "The river wind is heavy with moisture, so stop blowing it."
Song Ning said sensibly: "It's okay."
Is the emperor talking to me? I always feel like there is someone else next to me, Maomao.
"It's too late if something happens." Di Qianao said, looking at the chessboard in front of him, and said, "It's your turn to play."
As he spoke, he seemed to notice something. He looked out the window towards the ferry table, and felt depressed in his heart. There were so many people on the table that no details could be seen.
Song Ning played the horse chess game and moved a Japanese chessboard.
When Di Qianao saw her dropping the chess piece, he frowned and said, "No, you should move the square to get the bishop."
Song Ning took back the chess piece horse and thought, why can't I play knight chess? She had no choice but to pinch the chess piece elephant and move one step across the square, and then Di Qianao placed the knight in front of her car.
Song Ning smiled and said: "I am going to destroy your soldiers."
Di Qianao also smiled heartily and said: "Yes, we went down here last time. Next step, let me think about which chess piece I will play next. Maybe I will go down here today."
Song Ning saw that the emperor had been thinking for a long time but did not continue to play chess pieces. She was extremely puzzled. She actually felt that the emperor was unwilling to break the unfinished chess game. From Shijiang Ferry to Chang'an City Ferry, the emperor played chess with her many times. Every time
The move was the same every time, and there was no room for her to make a mistake. Every time she got here, she didn't continue.
When the boat docked, Haiyin said softly: "Emperor, the ferry to Chang'an City has arrived. Take...empress home."
Di Qian stood up proudly, stretched out his hand to Song Ning, smiled softly and said, "Come home with me."
Song Ning felt her hair stand on end. She was taking me home, right? She wasn't sure yet. She felt guilty and scared because of being pampered. There was no one else...
She nodded, put her hand in Di Qianao's hand, and let him hold her through her sleeves. She didn't know why he was holding his sleeves apart, but he insisted on holding them apart, maybe out of respect for her. It couldn't be...
He was afraid that the late empress would see him holding the hand of another woman... The emperor did not seem to be a henpecked person, let alone the late empress.
Di Qianao got off the boat and set foot on the land of Dutou, but... he still didn't feel like he was taking people home.
He let go of Song Ning's wrist, but Song Ning was still on the boat. She asked in confusion: "Your Majesty, won't you lead me to the ferry?"
Di Qianao frowned and slowly lowered his hand to his side.
Song Ning was sitting on the boat, feeling cramped.
When the soldiers saw the emperor stepping onto the shore alone, they raised their shields and weapons to clear the road.
People on both sides of the Taiwan Strait spontaneously knelt down to salute and say hello.
Luo Changan knelt down numbly along with the people, hearing the whispers of the people.
"Is that the imperial concubine appointed by the emperor on the boat? It's so beautiful when you look at the Qingcheng and then the Qingguo."
"Chang'an City is a land of outstanding people. These few drafts have selected many great beauties, all of whom are deeply loved by the emperor."
"I heard that the emperor's harem was not full when he was in the north. After all, it was the beauty from Chang'an City that made the emperor fall in love."
"From Chang'an City Crossing, you can see a long-lasting palace lantern in the palace. I heard that it was the ever-lasting palace lantern given to the imperial concubine by the emperor!"
A small part of the arm of a man next to Luo Changan's mask was squeezed off. The man turned around and shouted in horror: "This scar looks like a ghost. It's scary."
Luo Changan felt uncomfortable in his heart. He quickly put on his mask, hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, and ran away quickly. The crowd was half-kneeling and headed towards the direction of the emperor to watch the fun, but Luo Changan ran in the opposite direction, which was obvious.
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Di Qianao seemed to see something in his eyes, and at that moment his heart felt tight and painful. He forgot about Song Ning, who was still on the boat, and paced away as if he lost control, following the figure walking in the opposite direction.
Luo Changan trotted behind the crowd, pacing slowly on the cleared road.
"Emperor! What's wrong with you?" Song Ning didn't know what was going on and asked quickly on the boat.
Emperor Qianao's thin lips turned white, and the retrograde figure disappeared for a moment. He called out: "Hai Yin, return to Shijiang Ferry, return the boat to its place, and then return to the palace."
Before Song Ning landed, she followed the emperor back to Shijiang Ferry. She could faintly feel the emperor's deep sadness.
After returning to the palace and entering the dragon's sleeping chamber, Emperor Qian'ao suffered from a headache. He pressed his forehead painfully and ordered: "Hai Yin took the medicine and his headache became severe. At the ferry crossing of Chang'an City, he seemed to have seen an old friend.
Can’t stand it any longer.”
Haiyin hurriedly called Cangmiao and said anxiously: "Cangmiao, what should I do? You told me to take at most three pills for pain relief. Now I have taken five pills and I still have a headache!"
Cangmiao was startled, "What happened today? Why are the symptoms so obvious? Weren't we able to control them in the past?"
"I don't know, I said I saw an old friend at the ferry. I'm afraid... I've reached the limit." Haiyin was anxious, "How can it be good? I have collected all the similar ones into the harem, but I'm still not satisfied, what should I do?
Okay, what should I do?"
Di Qianao's thin lips were bloodless, and the veins on his forehead became more and more obvious. He gritted his teeth and refused to call out the name he had missed so much for half a year, "Help me!"
Haiyin was given nine analgesic pills in succession, and Dijunfang gave him some relief. The back of his hand that was clenched tightly on the table was covered with raised veins, and there seemed to be water stains in his half-squinted eyebrows.
***
Luo Changan trotted aimlessly from the ferry in Chang'an City for a long time, until it started to rain, soaking her body.
She was not familiar with the city of Chang'an and had no idea where she was.
She squatted in the dead end of an alley, hugged her knees, touched her disfigured cheeks with her hands, and then thought of the emperor and his beautiful concubine, as well as his beautiful and full body that had been filled in just six months.
In the harem, they were surrounded by loving mothers, filial sons, wives and concubines, and she burst into tears.
Shen Qingchuan held an umbrella and stood in front of her, covering her from the heavy rain.
Luo Changan swallowed even more and raised his eyes, looking at the annoying man in front of him. He must have come to see her laugh, but he hated her for crying so much that he couldn't stop, because he had seen enough jokes.
"The three most happy things for a man are to get promoted and make a fortune before his wife dies." Shen Qingchuan said jokingly: "Yesterday at my island's villa, I carried twenty buckets of mountain spring water on the mountain climb. My hands were bleeding from the grind. I risked my life to rush
When you come back to meet your husband, what happens...are you satisfied with what you see?"