Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

After Wu Yaqing looked at him for a while, Wen Yan didn't leave his side immediately, but suddenly bent down a little, brushed the peony hairpin on the back of his head with his fingers again, and murmured.

"May you cherish the people in front of you, and live a safe and happy life—this has nothing to do with teaching, but expectations."

Before the words fell, before Jiang Luoyu looked up with surprised and puzzled eyes, Wu Yaqing had already stood up straight, and after bowing to the emperor, she ignored his complicated but joyful eyes. , turned around and supported Lady Yao's hand and walked towards the apse. After a while, his figure was hidden in the darkness.

"According to the ancient etiquette of the Great King, you will live in the Queen's Jingren Palace tonight. You will not be able to return to the Murong's Mansion until Murong Hao comes to the gate of the palace tomorrow morning. You will receive a reward from me and pay homage to the heaven and earth. Do you know?"

Until the queen's figure could no longer be seen, the emperor seemed to have suddenly come to his senses, helped Jiang Luoyu who was still kneeling on the ground, and glanced at the jade hairpin on his head without a trace, his expression seemed a little dazed and somewhat Happy, after Jiang Luoyu lowered his body, he ordered Wei Hai to take him to Jingren Palace, and he immediately walked towards the back hall, apparently to chase after the queen

Jiang Luoyu sat on the phoenix sedan chair again, and let them stagger towards Jingren Palace, while she stared at the Hall of Mental Cultivation, took off the hairpin from the back of her head with her fingers and looked at it, while quickly thinking about what happened just now.

After the women's double ceremony, his doubts about the queen in his heart deepened.

Such a big thing happened to Wu Yaduo, and it was done out of revenge for him, but the queen's reaction when she saluted him at that time seemed to be completely harmless, and when she finally said those words, she even seemed to be her elder Similarly, the peony hosta that was left to him at the end must have a very special meaning after seeing his emperor's uncle's reaction.

If the queen is pretending to be like this, then it's fine to be nice to her with her mouth, or to let him relax her vigilance by not revealing her flaws, but that look... doesn't look like someone who harbors resentment and wants to take revenge As it should be.

This Wuya love seems to be different from other Wuya people. After entering the palace for so many years, he was favored by the emperor who has always been vigilant against the Wuya clan. There must be articles in it.

However, these things will have to wait until tomorrow's wedding day before considering.

Just after Jiang Luoyu thought for a while, he finally put the peony hairpin back on his head again, and looked at the brightly lit pavilions in the distance. At this moment, he had already chased into the apse, and was being supported by Lady Yao, preparing to Wu Yaqing, who was walking on the phoenix chariot, suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

Hearing this voice, his heart tightened and he was about to turn around, but suddenly he felt his waist sinking, his eyes flickered, the pearls and jade on his head were knocking against each other, and he was already hugged by Nan Jinxu Seeing this situation, the eunuchs and female officials guarding around the phoenix chariot did not dare to stop the emperor, so they could only bow down and send the emperor, who was holding the empress, back into the apse again.

Wu Yaqing's body is weak, and she was supported today, her head was sweating a long time ago, now that she was hugged horizontally, she no longer struggled like in the past, but obediently leaned on the emperor's shoulder, allowing him to move He carried himself to a bedroom in the apse, lowered himself down and placed himself on the couch, and took off the heavy golden crown on his hair along the way.

Layers of fine clothes were removed from his body, and the cold air in the dark palace invaded. The person on the couch flinched, and subconsciously hid towards the warm place beside him. Dipping: "Why did you give the jade hairpin to Xihua?"

Wu Yaqing hooked the corners of her lips, her face could not be seen clearly in the dark.

"Isn't he your most beloved nephew?"

The person beside him sighed softly, stroking his cold and soft cheek with his fingers.

"I thought you had already thrown away that hairpin."

In the complete darkness, Wu Yaqing clenched her fingers tightly, completely concealing the sadness in her eyes, and refused to show a trace of vulnerability to the person in front of her: "How dare I throw away what your majesty bestowed? "

Before the words were finished, the sound of clothes being rubbed suddenly sounded in the darkness, and the oriental beads on the bed curtain slipped from the golden rings, and fell to the side of the couch with a clang, but they failed to cover up the increasingly rapid panting and the beeping that gradually sounded in the hall. The wind slid over the lotus flowers growing by the window, and the fragrance was so faint that it could hardly be smelled.

"His Majesty."

After an unknown amount of time, the voices in the hall finally stopped, and the candles lit up with a pop. Wu Yaqing lay down on the couch, raised her hand and grabbed the thin quilt on her body, and looked at the emperor who got out of bed and lit the fire. Suddenly hooking the corners of his lips with all his strength, he lowered his voice and called out.

Hearing his voice, Nan Jinxu turned his head, his eyes burning brighter than the lights.

Seeing his bright eyes, Wu Yaqing seemed to be stabbed severely by something for a moment, her face turned pale suddenly, but the smile on her lips became deeper and deeper, and there was a tiny light in her eyes, like extremely sad and like Huai Lian: "That jade hairpin was supposed to be left for the minister's child... It's a pity that he was so unlucky that he left without even looking at it."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and didn't look at Nan Jinxu's extremely complicated expression of guilt and regret, which faded like a tide: "Your Majesty regards that child as his own, and seals him up." The emperor's son, and gave it to the person in his heart, the minister naturally borrowed flowers to present the Buddha, and gave him the jade hairpin."

The sound of footsteps gradually approaching, Wu Yaqing felt his breath, but for the first time, she didn't dodge. She let the man hug her tightly, raised her thin wrist, and hugged the man back, as if smelling it for the last time. The fragrance of royal sandalwood on the man's body hid the watery light in his eyes, and he called softly, "...Ah Jin."

He is too tired.

After so many years of repeated torment, the entanglement of love and hatred and lust, he could hardly bear it anymore.

It's better to make a break here.

"I already knew that was something I would never have."

After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his body gently, raised his fingers to trace the handsome face of the man under the candlelight, as if through this face, he saw the man who smiled at him many years ago, regardless of the emperor. Zhizun personally planted peonies for his lover.

"But seeing others get it makes me happy."

Hearing his words, Nan Jinxu felt an ominous feeling in his heart, subconsciously went to shake the man's hand, but felt icy cold: "Qing'er..."

"Your Majesty and the minister's fault in this life, the fault lies in the fault. The minister should not have the surname Wu Ya, and your majesty should not have the surname Nan."

The candlelight was dim, and Wu Yaqing's eyes were as cold as ice, and she looked at him fixedly. After saying this, she suddenly supported herself to stand up, and after she got down on the bed, she turned around and knelt down in front of him, her heart was as hard as a stone. .

"I report to Your Majesty."

The emperor didn't expect that he would kneel in front of him, and he was startled immediately. He raised his hand and was about to pull the people on the ground: "What are you doing? Get up!"

"Your Majesty." Wu Yaqing looked at his figure close at hand, lowered her head lowly, with a smile on her face, but her words were as cold as ice, "I have entered the main palace and haven't come out for many years. After the abolition, your majesty hindered the face of the minister, and did not say that the minister's virtue was bad, but the minister's heart

I am so ashamed that I can't express it in words. From tomorrow onwards, please close the palace, and never take a step until death. I also ask Your Majesty for your permission! "

When the emperor heard the words, his hands in mid-air paused immediately, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

"What did you say?!"

Just when he uttered these words that seemed to be muttering to himself, there was a sudden thunder outside the hall, and a damp breath poured into the hall from a corner. After a while, the entire Dajin Emperor was covered with a thin layer of The rain curtain, as if immersed in fog, is generally unclear

It wasn't until the sky dawned and was aroused by the female officials in the palace that Jiang Luoyu, who was only in his middle clothes, pushed open the window, looked at the hazy white mist outside, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The first rain just arrived in early summer, but it caught up with his and Murong Hao's wedding day.

Is this a good omen, or a bad omen?

In his previous life, he had really seen those ghosts and monsters of Dajin, and he didn't know what new tricks he would play in this life. He was really——wait and see.