Sleeve the world, mourning melody

"General..." Xiao Ruoshui was dumb, and Yi Mo had already thought clearly about the Xiao family and the royal family, about the Palace Master and His Majesty... There is no need for her to say more about the pros and cons.But there was one sentence that she had to defend: "It was the palace lord who sent Ruoshui to the house to help, it was not a holy will."

Silence spread again.Xiao Ruoshui accompanied him silently, listening to every sound outside the window - from the silence of everything to the barking of dogs - all into his ears.

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Originating from the "chance encounter" incident in the imperial garden, there were a few more people who had unspeakable worries inside and outside the palace that night.

The gate of Lingyu Hall was closed tightly, Xiao Jingyi leaned against the bed with her clothes on, looking up at the moon, indifferent and silent.

The silence outside her palace remained the same as before, and the thick vermilion palace walls survived the king's wrath at nightfall.

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The palace garden is deep, and the palace walls are numerous, but I can't stop thinking about it.

People who sleep lightly are more like looking back at the past and revisiting it...

Military power has been regarded as the foundation of a country since ancient times; those who hold military power are even more afraid of rulers.

The Mobei camp seven years ago was firmly controlled by General Li Sheng.At that time, Ling Cheng was still the prince who was under restraint and embattled on all sides; she, Xiao Jingyi, was just an unfavorable concubine in the backyard of the Xiao Mansion; Yi Mo was just an unremarkable soldier who had just entered the military camp.

From spring to autumn, within half a year, the court and the military camp caused a storm almost at the same time.The old emperor became seriously ill overnight, and the prince and the party skyrocketed.

The prince supervised state affairs according to the emperor's oral instructions, and went deep into the court step by step, and his arm was the historian behind the future son-in-law and an invisible sharp knife of the emperors of all dynasties - the Xiao family.

Those old foxes in the court organized gangs to fight against the court, and did their best for their carefully selected masters. Many vassal kings and parties, on the surface, respected the prince, but they didn't know that the truth and truth had already been confessed in the minds of the young rulers.

Ling Sheng was very satisfied with the Xiao family he took over, and during a secret visit outside the palace, he finally got to meet the old head of the Xiao family and his children.

He was extremely disgusted with those extremely flattering false faces, and found an excuse to hide out at the banquet to breathe.

It was night, the moon and stars were sparse, and the Huxin Pavilion in the back garden was astonishing to be seen by heaven and earth, Ling Cheng will never forget it in his life.

A solitary shadow in the pavilion, the moonlight is hazy, half-covered by the veil, looming, light and cold like a fairy.

He traced back, lifted the veil on the jade fan, and could see the beautiful scenery inside the pavilion-a young girl sitting at the table, holding a scroll of bamboo slips in both hands and watching carefully, as if she had never heard of the disturbance of strangers.

As a prince, Ling Cheng was established as a crown prince since he was a child. Wherever he goes, he is not like the stars are holding the moon. When did he feel so neglected?Indignantly and curiously, he sat down opposite the woman and looked at her.

Bingqingyujie, elegant and calm, is really extraordinary.

Regardless of appearance or temperament, this little girl is nothing more than a fairy born into the world.

For the first time, Ling Sheng experienced the helplessness of being attracted to others and the joy of being willing to do so.

He was still surging in his heart, but the face of the person opposite changed as usual and spread out the scroll of bamboo slips to memorize.

Following her movements, he fell into extreme surprise. He took the bamboo slips stained with a little fragrance, and flipped through them curiously. The inscriptions matched, and it was indeed "Sun Bin's Art of War". He put down the bamboo slips and smiled at her, "So Xiao Miss Jia San likes military books?"

"The Xiao family is owned by the royal family. The Xiao family should be like this. They will do their best to share the Lord's worries." The woman said this calmly, with a calm expression on her face.

The little prince changed his composure, and was surprised again. This girl is so young, but she speaks amazingly.However, if you savor it carefully, you can feel the irony in it.

The first meeting between him and her was not pleasant, for him it was a chance encounter, but for her it was just an annoyance.Even after a conversation, she held the bamboo slips in her arms, saluted hurriedly, and left eagerly.

He failed to persuade him to stay, he stared blankly at the spot for a while, and when he returned to the palace, he sat in the sedan chair and thought about it, only then did he realize that he was rude and rude to the girl.Before going to bed, the little prince still remembered Hao Sheng's apology to her next time he met, but he didn't want to, when he went to Xiao's mansion again, he happened to be going out in men's clothes with a bag on his back, and it looked like he was going out for a long distance.

"Where are you going?" He stopped her hastily, without any ambition at all.

"Share the Lord's worries." Knowing his identity at that time, she sneered, grabbed the reins and got on the horse.

The man on horseback leaned against the rising sun, lonely and stubborn, he looked up at the girl, and silently regarded it as the day and night in his heart.

In Ling Cheng's dream, the alternate appearances were the scenes when the two of them first met when they were young and when they parted in a hurry.

At that time, he wanted to categorically say a word of promise to her galloping back, but the demeanor of the heavenly family did not allow him to be so nonsense, so he could only silently look at the far away person whom he remembered and rejoiced for, Say that call from the bottom of my heart, silently.

But in the dream of the young king's sweetheart, what he misses has nothing to do with his so-called "encounter by fate" and "separation in love".What she dreams about is the beautiful past of galloping on the grasslands outside the pass with a handsome young man.

Even the past will eventually dissipate.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Yi Mo: It’s because I have eyes but don’t know Mount Tai

Shi Yan: hum

☆, decisive

The author has something to say: Separation should be in quotation marks... I am angry, it is not serious to make small troubles

After leaving the court and returning to the mansion, Yi Yan plunged into the study and saw no one for half a day.When Yue Lan came back from traveling outside the city, she faced people in front of the gate of the mansion.

Yue Lan hid the brocade box in her hand, and said, "You, want to go out?" For some reason, since she came to the Minister's Mansion this time, she felt that Yi Yan was not very right, and treated her Especially unfamiliar... Now in front of him, Yue Lan didn't dare to let go of her temper and joke freely.

Yi Yan glanced at her and didn't stay long.

Yue Lan looked back, watched him walk away, and blinked in a daze, why did this person's temperament change so much in a short period of time?He squeezed a small brocade box in his hand, shaking his head in bewilderment.

Yi Yan went straight to the bustling long street in the center of the city that runs through the palace gate and the city gate, walked through the antique shops and pawn shops in turn, and then rushed to the market.

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Xiao Ruoshui opened his eyes, it was already dawn, his consciousness was hazy, cold and numb all over his body, he looked around the empty house, hooked a few tables and tried to get up.

That person was really angry, he didn't show loyalty, and left her alone?Thinking so secretly, he couldn't help feeling angry, and twisted his wrist to open the door.

Aroused by the sound of the sword cutting through the air, Xiao Ruoshui's mind became clear, and Xiao Ruoshui followed the sound, only to see that unyielding man dancing his sword in the courtyard, his moves were fierce, stirring up the autumn wind.

Yue Ling, who came quickly from the direction of the dining room, followed closely, stood on the corridor and watched silently, as if waiting for Yi Mo to make a move.

Xiao Ruoshui pinched her neck with her hands up, leaned over curiously, and asked intimately, "How is Ling'er living here?"

Yueling didn't even look at her, and kept silent.

Xiao Ruoshui smiled, "Going out of one door and entering another, isn't it hard work all day long? Why don't you follow me to ask the Palace Master for mercy, maybe you can go back to the hall again, although you are busy, you are at ease .”

Yueling looked ahead, "Yueling is born to work hard and not to worry about it." Looking at Xiao Ruoshui's deflated look, he thought about it and turned his back, "Besides, Yueling has never left the Shen family's door. , no matter the lady serving or the general, after closing the door, it is always a family."

"..." Xiao Ruoshui twitched the corners of his mouth, "How do you expect them to belong to one family in the future?"

Slanting a glance at Xiao Ruoshui, "Otherwise, the general and your mother are in the same family?"

Xiao Ruoshui breathed out, thought about it, and said unwillingly: "It's not from your natal family after all."

With a cold snort, they ignored each other.

"Miss Yue, I'm sorry." In a flash, the people in the courtyard had put away their swords, stepped up the steps, and beckoned to Yue Ling.

Walking side by side with Yueling, Yimo said warmly: "I've worked hard for you recently, I will leave Beijing soon, if the girl has no suitable place, feel free to live here."

It can be considered that peace with this person has been restored, and Yue Ling also disappeared, and blurted out a question: "Is the general prepared for everything? The roads in Shu are long and obstructed, and the weather is cloudy and cool... You, "

Yi Mo smiled lightly, "Be prepared, and don't worry." Looking back, he glanced at the withered crabapple tree in the courtyard, and sighed softly, "It's said that you are close to Zhu Zhechi... Miss Yue, you really have a bit of a temper Like Nianer."

Xiao Ruoshui, who followed a few steps away, pouted and continued to pay attention to their conversation.

Yue Ling was stunned, and took a long time to answer: "General, don't you blame Miss?"

Eyebrows lowered, and the voice lowered, "It's not as good as changing places."

Before waiting for a positive answer, Yue Ling hurriedly explained: "Miss has always been thinking about you, the red beans you picked when you left, and miss strung them into a bracelet that you can never leave, and those small wooden pieces, or miss from..." Yue Ling Ling hesitated, and changed his words: "Miss insisted on going back to the house to take it out..."

Yi Mo hung his head all the way, the line of his lips tightened, and he didn't say anything more.

Xiao Ruoshui, who was ignored all the way, followed to the back hall, and left with a few words hastily. When she went out in a fit of anger, she returned to the Xiao Pavilion, and met Yi Yan head-on on the busy street without hesitation.