Kite falling into red dust

"Shuang'er!" Ling Jiao took two steps closer to him, but he really didn't dare to recognize this handsome young man with cold eyes. "Back then I went out to learn martial arts from a teacher, and when I returned home many years later, I heard that my second uncle and aunt had passed away unfortunately, and you and Xiao Qiu were also missing." He finally couldn't help but grabbed Luo Hongyuan's hand, his voice I couldn't hide my excitement, "I've been looking for you all these years, but I didn't expect to meet you here! How are you? Where is Xiaoqiu?"

But Luo Hongyuan withdrew her hand, then took out a letter from her bosom, stuffed it into his hand, and said to him: "You can't stay any longer. The letter contains everything you want to know, don't let me know in the future." Come here again and contact me in another way." Although he was full of suspicion, seeing Luo Hongyuan's serious expression, he still put the letter away, nodded and left.

Not long after Ling Jiao left, the bustard came in and asked, "What's the relationship between that man and you?" "I don't know." Luo Hongyuan replied flatly.

"Then why did he come to see you?"

"He said he liked me and wanted to redeem me out. I chatted with him a few times and sent him away."

She looked at him in the mirror suspiciously, and said, "It looks like he knows martial arts." He combed his long hair with a comb in his hand, and replied unhurriedly, "It's because he knows martial arts, I just asked you to let him in. If he gets upset and makes a fuss, isn’t he causing you trouble? I’m just helping you, if you don’t believe me, you can report to your city lord.”

She glanced at him, turned and walked out.

Luo Hongyuan put down the comb, looked at the back of the old bustard leaving, and sighed.People around are watching him, and I don't know how difficult it will be to contact Ling Jiao again in the future.

Back at the barracks, Murong Mingshuo immediately glared at him angrily, and said, "Do you know what you have done to me these days, is it enough to chop off my head a few times?" Looking at the obviously thinner His Royal Highness, Ling For the first time, Jiao began to calmly think about his future and his own.

Before he came back, he had read the letter from Shuang'er.The letter briefly described what happened to their siblings in the past 11 years.Many of these things were beyond his ability to bear.It was hard for him to imagine that his younger siblings, whom he loved since childhood, had experienced so many terrible things at such a young age.Knowing that Xiaoqiu is dead and Shuang'er is imprisoned in the hands of the Lord Wujian, he really can't just sit idly by.

If the status quo is still maintained, it will neither help Shuang'er nor make Murong Mingshuo fall in love with him.After much deliberation, he finally made a decision.

No matter how long the tail of the scorching heat is, it will eventually pass.

Harvesting in autumn and storing in winter, it is New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

In King Yan's Palace, a family banquet on New Year's Eve.

In the Xihua Garden of the palace, the red plums are gorgeous and eye-catching, while the white plums are elegant and fragrant.

Great King Murong Mingyu of Dayan Kingdom abandoned the full house of royal relatives and his concubines, and only took Mo Yuan to relax in the garden.

Today is New Year's Eve, it was originally a festive day for family reunion, but the Empress Dowager wanted to ask him to have more concubines and give birth to a few grandchildren for her as soon as possible, which made him feel very depressed.

How did the queen mother know that since his wedding, he hasn't even touched the queen with a single finger.

Queen Shangguan, the empress dowager's niece, the cousin he has never met, is 19 years old, looks above average, knowledgeable and polite, very much favored by the empress dowager.

He didn't touch her, not because there was anything wrong with her.He also had a concubine Zhen and a concubine Shu, neither of whom had ever been married to him.He couldn't explain the specific reason himself, but he kept telling himself: I am concerned about the world, and the state affairs are very busy now, so I don't care about bed and curtains, I just want to do my best to be a good king.