Kite falling into red dust

Xiao Langhao sighed depressingly, and said: "Luo Hongyuan was captured by Baili Chunfeng in order to save me, and her life and death are still uncertain. After he found out, he barely supported and led the troops to finish the battle. When he returned to Dayan, he immediately fall sick."

Hearing his words, Murong Mingshuo frowned, entered the room again, lifted the veil, and said to Murong Mingyu who was lying on the bed: "What's the matter with you now? Do you want to die? Do you want to die? You don't have any children, what will Dayan do after you die? What, you want to give me the throne?"

He sat down by the bed, tucked the corner of the quilt for Murong Mingyu, and said: "Let me tell you, now I don't have to do anything every day, and my life is very comfortable, so don't make trouble for me. I know that the man you love is dead, and you are very sad. But even if you break your body, he will not come back. If you are still a man, get up for me, and go unload that man Eight yuan, to avenge the man you love! This is what a man should do!"

Murong Mingyu suddenly turned over and turned his face to the wall, a tear flowed down the bridge of his nose.

Murong Mingshuo stood up angrily, and said: "I can't talk to you, you just lie here and wait to die!" He rushed out, Xiao Langhao immediately grabbed him, and complained: "You are so persuasive Is it human? I think you are trying to provoke him, wanting him to rush and die, and then you can take the opportunity to snatch his throne, right?"

Murong Ming rolled his eyes at him, and said coldly: "You can think what you want! For a man, he made himself like this. Even if I don't take his throne, he won't be king for long!"

"I knew it, you don't really think about him!" Xiao Langhao glared at him, turned his head and tugged at Mo Yuan's sleeve, and said, "What should we do?"

Mo Yuan shook his head expressionlessly, and said, "I don't know."

Xiao Langhao sat down dejectedly, "Are we really going to watch him dying?"

Mo Yuan still replied blankly: "I don't know."

Xiao Langhao suddenly became angry and shouted at him: "What else do you know?!"

Mo Yuan didn't say anything, turned around and left without even looking at him.

Murong Mingyu lay in the room, listening to their conversation word for word.Murong Mingshuo's words made sense, and he understood it in his heart.He is Murong Mingyu, the Great King of the Great Yan Kingdom, thousands of people of the Yan Kingdom are counting on him.However, as the king of a country, he can't even protect his beloved. What's the point of being such a great king?

He stretched out his hand and pulled a quilt beside him, sniffing greedily for the smell on it.This was Luo Hongyuan's quilt, and there was still a lilac-like smell on it.He wrapped his body with that quilt, imagining that Luo Hongyuan was still hugging him.It's a pity that the smell will dissipate sooner or later, and only memories will be left to accompany him.

He stared blankly at the auspicious pattern of dragon and phoenix embroidered with gold thread on the quilt, and kept thinking about the situation when Luo Hongyuan was with him in that month, and tears poured out like spring water again.

Mo Yuan left the palace - the atmosphere in the palace made him feel as if he was about to suffocate.He walked into a restaurant, ordered some dishes and a jug of wine, sat down and drank in silence.

A figure suddenly blocked his eyes. "There are vacancies inside." He said lightly, thinking that this person was going to share a table with him.

But the man sat down directly opposite him, and a clear voice came into his ears: "I heard that we won?"

He raised his head, and the person sitting in front of him was Luo Hongyuan, the real Luo Hongyuan!

He suddenly stood up, walked in front of him, and hugged him vigorously.

Luo Hongyuan patted him on the back in surprise, and said, "It seems that this is the first time you have been so enthusiastic about me."

Mo Yuan let him go, checked him from head to toe, and said, "I didn't dare to tell Your Majesty, that day I saw you hit the sword in Baili Chunfeng's hand with my own chest. Are you How did you survive?"

"Well, it's a long story. I'll tell you this story later." He took a new glass, poured himself a glass of wine, drank it, and was silent for a while, before suddenly saying: "Murong Mingyu Are you ok?"

Mo Yuan said: "No, he has been ill for more than half a month. The imperial physicians have tried everything, but it is still in vain. The imperial physicians said that it is a heart disease, and it can only be cured with heart medicine."

Luo Hongyuan suddenly stood up and walked out.Mo Yuan quickly stopped him, "Where are you going?"

Luo Hongyuan turned her head, smiled faintly at him, and said, "Don't you want to save Murong Mingyu's life?"

It happened to be the night of the full moon, in order to make Murong Mingyu feel better, Xiao Langhao forced him to take him to the Moon Huating Pavilion to enjoy the moon.However, Murong Mingyu just stared at the reflection of the moon in the teacup in a daze, without saying a word.Xiao Langhao walked out of the pavilion dejectedly, looking up at the full moon above his head with a sad face, as if he was blaming it for its incompetence in his heart.

At this moment, Mo Yuan, who had disappeared for an afternoon, suddenly appeared on a tree outside the palace.Just as Xiao Langhao was about to speak, he saw him make a "shh" gesture to himself, and also gestured for him to go away.

Xiao Langhao was puzzled, but thought that Mo Yuan must have his reasons for doing so, so he obediently stayed away from Murong Mingyu.

Murong Mingyu was still immersed in the memories with Luo Hongyuan, when he suddenly heard the faint sound of flute coming from afar.He looked up in the direction of the sound of the flute, and saw a man in white clothes standing on top of the vermilion palace wall, holding a bamboo flute in his hand.Not only was the man's clothes white, but even the veil covering his face and the ribbon that tied his hair were also white.

The sound of the flute sounds very sad, especially in this early autumn season, coupled with the fallen leaves at the base of the wall, it has a sense of chilling and desolation.The night wind came, blowing his white clothes.The light clothes are raised, just like the dancing of the goddess and the fluttering of the wings of the pink butterfly.

Murong Mingyu couldn't help but stood up and walked towards him.The sound of the flute, the figure, the white clothes...all of them are so strange and familiar.But Murong Mingyu seemed to have lost the ability to think in an instant, he just stared blankly at the person playing the flute, intoxicated by the sound of the flute, without saying a word.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and the flute player raised his hand and took off the veil covering his face.A gust of wind happened to blow over, and the veil fell onto Murong Mingyu's face.

Murong Mingyu took off the veil and finally saw the flute player's face clearly - the face with a scar was no longer the most beautiful in the world, but it was still the only person in his heart that could not be replaced.

Luo Hongyuan stared at him, her beautiful eyes sparkled with crystal light—that was tears, his cherry lips parted slightly, and she called softly: "Murong Mingyu!"

Hearing his voice, Murong Mingyu was startled, frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

Luo Hongyuan smiled, jumped down from the palace wall, and said, "Why, you don't know me anymore after seeing me for a few months?"

Murong Mingyu hesitated, and said, "Are you Hongyuan?"

Luo Hongyuan smiled slightly and said, "Otherwise?"

Murong Mingyu said: "Your voice..."

Luo Hongyuan said: "You can just take it as a blessing in disguise for me."

Murong Mingyu lowered his head and said sadly, "I'm sorry."

Luo Hongyuan said, "Why do you apologize?"

Murong Mingyu lowered his head lower and lower, "I promised to protect you, but..."

Luo Hongyuan reached out and grabbed his shoulder, saying: "It's okay, Baili Chunfeng didn't do anything to me. Besides, everything is over now."

Murong Mingyu looked up at him, two hot tears rolled out of his eyes, "Is it really over?"

Luo Hongyuan nodded lightly, and hugged him with open arms, "It's really over."

August [-]th, the Mid-Autumn Festival.Murong Mingyu, who had already recovered from his illness, specially set up a banquet in the palace to entertain all the officials.

At the banquet, in front of the Queen Mother and the princes, he announced a major event - from now on, Concubine Yuan Liu Han will be proclaimed the queen of the Great Yan Kingdom.

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar.But he ignored it completely, leaving the full house of officials and left on his own.

In the Yuehuating Pavilion, his queen is waiting for him.

Luo Hongyuan seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

Murong Mingyu took the cloak from Mo Yuan, put it on Luo Hongyuan, and said softly, "Have you waited for a long time?"

Luo Hongyuan glanced at him, and beckoned him to sit beside her.Murong Mingyu sat down, poured a glass of wine for him and himself, then waved his hand to let Mo Yuan leave.

Luo Hongyuan drank the glass of wine, suddenly sighed softly, and said, "Isn't this too much? Actually, you don't need to do this, as long as we can be together, it's fine for me. unimportant."

Murong Mingyu stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his shoulders, and said: "I did this for myself, I don't care what others think, but my Murong Mingyu's queen must be the one I love the most."

Luo Hongyuan lowered her eyes and said, "But I'm a man, and if a man is a queen, if it spreads, won't you be afraid of being ridiculed by the world?"

Murong Mingyu gently held his face in his hands, and said: "My queen is the most beautiful woman in the world, people can't even envy her, how could she laugh at her?"

Luo Hongyuan turned around awkwardly, and said: "I find that you are getting more and more glib. I'm telling you serious things, but you only use these insipid words to coax me!"

"I just want to make you happy," Murong Mingyu wrapped his cold hands in his own, warming him with his own body temperature, "I know you are thinking of me, but I don't feel embarrassed at all." , being able to stay with you for the rest of my life is the happiest thing I can imagine. As long as I can see your smiling face every day, those gossips are just a breeze passing by my ears by accident. Cause any trouble to me." He hugged him into his arms, "Didn't you say that everything is over? Your business is over, and mine is also over. From now on, never Nobody or anything is going to bother us."