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The handwriting left by Feng Huanlin is neat and concise, with only a few thousand words, but it expresses the deep love and care for Shu Dianhe.

Xuancheng didn't care to savor Feng Huanlin's hard work, turned back the handwriting, his fingertips trembled slightly, and repeatedly pondered on the words "jade lock", "noble man", "old dynasty" and so on, not daring to face up to the fact that The answer lies ahead.

Why?Why does fate play tricks on people like this?

As night fell, the sparsely populated small courtyard was once again immersed in silence. The lights were lit in the left wing room, and the sound of running water could be heard from inside. Feng Xiwan and the dumb servant were in their respective rooms. One was writing and the other was researching medicine.

Because they were too focused on their own affairs, they didn't notice that someone opened the door in the yard and walked out.

Xuancheng left the yard alone, sat down on a secluded steep slope, and put the wine jug he brought aside.

The sky is high and the land is wide in front of you, the plain beyond sight at a glance, thick like the indelible thick ink of a calligrapher and painter, a solitary moon hangs above the dark blue sky? What insects were squeaking, adding a bit of loneliness to the dark night in front of him.

In the dark night, alone, sitting alone, with wine, no matter what people think, you can't get rid of the word loneliness.

Xuancheng doesn't seem to have much feeling for this, without outsiders, her sitting posture is a little more wanton, her legs sit cross-legged casually, she doesn't need to carry her princess status all the time, and she doesn't need to be respected all the time, it seems Unload a suit of defensive armor, shoulders? There is no longer a heavy burden.

She took a deep breath, and calmed down a little under the cool wind blowing in her overthinking mind.

Opening the jug, the aroma of rice wine came to her nostrils. She tried to taste it, but the bitter and astringent taste exploded on the tip of her tongue instantly, making her frown.

She originally hated drinking very much, but in the past six years, she often encountered problems that could not be solved, and there was no one around her to talk about.

Only wine will tolerate them, let them escape those troubles for a short time, like a kind of dependence that can be completely trusted, so they can't help themselves to indulge in drinking.

Feeling the hot wine passing through the throat, passing through the esophagus, and falling into the stomach, Xuancheng felt like his feet fell to the ground from weightlessness.

Gradually getting used to the unique taste of rice wine, she began to pour the wine into her mouth one after another until she heard footsteps behind her.

She turned her head slightly, called out the name of the person most likely to appear in front of her at the moment, and said, "General Chai?"

"Yes? A humble job." The person who heard the words paused and replied.

"Why is the princess here alone?" While speaking, Chai Longwei had already walked to Xuancheng's side, and asked with concern.

"I want to think quietly by myself." Xuancheng saw that he was dressed in black clothes, and he could almost disappear in the night. He patted the grass beside him without any airs, and said, "Sit..."

Chai Longwei stuck the knife he was carrying into the soil beside him, and sat down in compliance with the order. Xuancheng stuffed the extra jug of wine that he brought into his arms, and said, "You drink too..."

"This..." Chai Longwei held the wine and asked hesitantly: "The princess uses the wine to relieve her worries, right? Is there anything bothering you?"

Xuancheng hugged her knees and rested her chin on them. The wind blowing head-on made her narrow her eyes unconsciously, and said, "Actually, it's nothing..."

Although she was in a state of confusion, if she wanted to tell others, she really didn't know where to start. She looked sideways at Chai Longwei and asked nonchalantly: "General Chai? Believe in the world? There is such a thing as fate. ?"

"Why did the princess say that?" Chai Longwei was puzzled for a while.

Xuancheng shook his head to himself, and said with emotion: "I just feel that there is a hand hidden behind everyone's back, arranging them to their own destiny? After that, everyone's life must be determined by the painting. Driving on a good track, unable to break free..."

Those things that are illusory, illusory, and elusive, but that inevitably appear in people can also be called fate.

She touched the jade lock hanging under her collar, and the more she thought about it, the more amazing it became.

Two keepsakes that were displaced with the destruction of the family and the country will end up in the same place in the end, isn't this? What else could be fate? What?

Chai Longwei still remembers the first time he saw the princess. The emperor was seriously ill, and the princess went out of the palace to seek medical treatment for her father. Before leaving? The former prince asked him to take care of the princess. She always has a high-spirited vitality on her body, as if nothing in the world can bother her.But now, the princess is much more mature and prudent.

His eyes fell on the princess in front of him, and after thinking for a while, he thought of suitable words to describe the changes in the princess, and said, "The princess has grown up."

"Are you sure you're not? You're cute because of trifles?" Xuan Cheng raised his eyebrows and asked jokingly.

When Chai Longwei heard the princess describe himself in this way, he thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there was a little bit of meaning in it. He couldn't help but also laughed. Xuancheng took another sip of wine, savoring the taste on the tip of his tongue, and said with a light smile, "Little? I always look forward to growing up, thinking that when I grow up, I will no longer be under the control of my father and mothers, and I will completely have the freedom I want.

But when I grew up, I realized that the world is full of constraints, and I am not the unique protagonist. I can no longer be as free and carefree as I was when I was a child. "

"Yes?" Chai Longwei was moved by the princess's words.

"Speaking of which, General Chai's experience in the past ten years is no less than that of Ben Gong, right?"

Xuancheng could smell the smell of alcohol from his own nostrils every time he exhaled. He turned his head from the alcohol, but he was still sober, and asked Chai Longwei.

Ten years ago after they parted ways in Kyoto, the two never saw each other again, let alone had the opportunity to chat like tonight.

"What I have experienced in the humble job is all about killing and cutting on the battlefield, which is not enough for the princess to hear."

Chai Longwei shook his right arm, which was seriously injured once and was almost disabled.

Now he can't hold a weapon for a long time, so he had to retreat from the battlefield.

Xuancheng sighed suddenly, his expression became serious, and he said, "I have a question for General Chai..."

"Princess, but it's okay to say."

Xuancheng thought over and over again: "If General Chai's wife and father have a deadly feud that cannot be resolved, how will General Chai deal with it?"

She is a powerful princess, and most of the troubles in this world are nothing to her, but in terms of human relations, she has the same culprit as every ordinary person .

Chai Longwei was silent for a long time before replying hesitantly: "Filial piety comes first, so I can only be sorry..."

"So, General Chai will divorce his wife?" Xuancheng unceremoniously pulled out what he hadn't said yet.

Chai Longwei kept silent and defaulted to the answer.Having said that, if this kind of thing really happened to him? Chai Longwei may have difficulty making a decisive decision considering his wife's friendship with him.

Xuancheng was dissatisfied with this answer, and she frowned and asked, "Is there no solution to get the best of both worlds?"

Chai Longwei shook his head and said: "There is no better way for a humble job."

That's right, Xuancheng is also caught in such a contradiction at this time, no matter it's her father, or Shu Dianhe, she can't give up, but why her father is? If Shu Dianhe, the culprit who led to the ruin of Shu Dianhe's country and family, knew about this hatred, she wouldn't be able to easily forgive her father and brother...

Xuancheng drank all the wine in the jug, casually threw the empty jug down the slope, felt powerless all over, and lay down on his back as soon as he relaxed.The wind blew through the bamboo forest behind him, and there was a rustling sound.

Looking at the deep night, she said ramblingly: "In the palace, there are always crowds of people around me, but when I really need it, I find that I am actually alone, and all the people around me... You have to decide for yourself.”

This is the deepest loneliness in the heart, and it has nothing to do with the environment or the number of people around you.

People are born alone. No matter how much the people around them understand themselves, they cannot fully understand the true thoughts in their hearts.

"I talk too much about melancholy, and others always come to coax you. Is it useful? No, but it is? He is annoying, and you are also annoying. This kind of thing is only suitable for one person to kill, so what's the point? Say, don't say anything. .” Xuancheng murmured to himself.

Chai Longwei remained motionless, wondering what he was thinking.

Xuancheng thought again temporarily: "You said, if the son-in-law is not demented at this time, would he still like me?"

Before Chai Longwei had time to answer, Xuancheng asked himself and answered: "Six years is a long, long time, enough to change a person, and it can also dilute all the feelings that we can't see each other.

Even Ben Gong, who was once the closest to her, is not sure that she will be willing to return to Beijing with Ben Gong. "

In fact, Shu Dianhe can live well without her. According to her usual life in the medicine garden, she is the one who is out of place.She? Trying to find a suitable reason to let go of her obsession.

When Xuancheng was unconscious and drowsy, he heard someone's voice next to his ear, saying: "Princess, you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" How could a little rice wine make her drunk? Xuancheng retorted unconvinced, trying to open her eyes, but she couldn't open them no matter what, the eyelids seemed to be glued together.

Before going to sleep, she forgot all the troubles that entangled her, and there was only one thought left in her mind—this rice wine was a bit strong.

The warm winter sun shines slantingly on the firewood pile through the vertical lattice windows? The fire in the stove is burning brightly. A pair of plain white and delicate hands are on the chopping board? Kneading those pair? With every movement of the palm, there is excess flour flying in the air?

The water in the pot boiled, and those hands just happened to cut the noodles. With one hand free, I lifted the lid of the pot, and the white mist rising from the pot instantly spread in the firewood room, blinding Xuancheng's sight .

Until the white mist gradually dissipated, the profile of the dough kneader appeared before Xuancheng's eyes.That very good-looking face, the ups and downs of the facial features without any blemishes, plus the serious expression below, all make people involuntarily think of some words such as "beautiful and delicious".

She? Wearing brocade clothes on her body, she can tell that she is extraordinary at a glance, and her temperament is even more incompatible with the background of the firewood room behind her. Logically speaking, such a person should not appear in the kitchen.

That is? What kind of person deserves such a person to cook with his own hands?

Before Xuancheng could guess an answer, he heard a teasing female voice behind him, saying: "As a man, the son-in-law can even do the following things?"

The man looked at her when he heard the sound, didn't he... did he look at the person behind her, smiled incomparably dotingly, and said: "It's the princess's birthday today, I can't go back to the capital in time, so I can only briefly Simply cook a bowl of longevity noodles for the princess."

The watery warmth in her eyes was almost rippling, making Xuancheng's heart beating uncontrollably just by watching.

My previous self was careless, and turned a blind eye to such burning emotions, and only regarded the other party as a person with a cold face and a cold heart.

As he spoke, the man raised his hand on his forehead and wiped it, forgetting his own hand? There was still flour on his forehead? There were white marks left behind, and the usual cold and meticulous image was instantly shattered here In the firewood room, Xuancheng and the woman behind him couldn't help laughing at the same time.

That person didn't know anything. He looked at the woman behind Xuancheng in bewilderment, and rubbed his cheek again with the back of his hand. His painted face looked like a tiger that Xuancheng left on her face one morning. Xuancheng and The woman behind her laughed even harder.

The woman behind was? laughed amusedly, but Xuan Cheng? was? smiling, and tears flowed out.

As a princess, she? What kind of delicacies from mountains and seas has she never tasted, but so far? She only misses a bowl of Changshou noodles made by that person herself.

Can't wait to go back in time, she can taste that unique taste again.

A zither sound disturbed Xuancheng's dream, and when he opened his eyes, the room was still pitch black.

But Xuancheng was so familiar with the sound of the piano that she woke up as soon as she heard it clearly...

The author has something to say: What kind of person is that, worthy of cooking for such a person?

Xuancheng: Oh, it’s me.