Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

Ji Guo, Wei Hecheng.

It is the velvet and sleet, passing by the bustling streets and alleys, and the red silk curtains wrapped around the depths of the pear blossoms.

In the cloud palace, the scarlet petals are all over the sky called Feixia neon clothes, and on the top of the long stone steps, a woman dressed in soft peaches is sitting lazily in front of the bronze mirror to make up.

Outside the shuttered windows, the palace maids with fluttering embroidered skirts were busy discussing the princess's affairs; in front of the dressing table, the phoenix coronet and Xiapei, which had been put aside, were abandoned in place, and no one reached out for a long time.

The cold wind outside the palace swept down the hosta flowers, and the maids waited quietly under the steps until a young attendant with brown hair in a short shirt came from a distance, and then respectfully held out a green phoenix ring jade fan .

"Princess, Mr. Fu is here." With a delicate voice, the palace maid slowly pushed open the rich door, and in the solemn haze, there sat a noble woman with a dazed expression.

"Young Master Fuliang, I pay my respects to Your Royal Highness the Princess."

Outside Zhu's gate, a man in a white shirt with flying hair and hair, plain and elegant, elegant but not self-decorating, is a handsome young man who is as beautiful as a crown of jade among the nobles of Ji Kingdom.

Fuliang stood with hands in hand, in front of her was Princess Chaogui who was about to come out in full makeup.

There is a phoenix coming to the ceremony, singing and dancing towards the rose.

He presented her with the exquisite Jade Brahma that she had always loved, and looked closely at her shoulders, only to see that she was getting thinner and thinner like the long cloud crown curled up, and there was a little gentleness and hidden pain of a married woman on her face.

He walked to her side, facing the bronze mirror, slowly submerged the blue and soft jade fan into the hair gap on the cloud crown, dropped his hand, sighed suddenly in his heart, but still smiled lightly on his face.

"Ah Gui, you are so beautiful." He took a small step back, letting out half of the reflection in the bronze mirror.

Looking at the man in the mirror, Chao Gui quietly shifted her eyes to the man's vague face, her throat choked up, she clearly wanted to tell him something, but she suppressed the sobbing strings in her heart, and was unable to open her mouth.

Chao Gui also laughed when she heard the words, turning her eyes as if she was shy, but her eyes were red because of the "A GUI".

She trembled her shoulders slightly, but she never shed tears in front of him.He couldn't help reaching out to caress her frail shoulders, shaking his head, not knowing how to comfort the woman in front of him who was about to marry into another country.

What's the difference if you live alone in a foreign country and have no contact with your old capital?

The deep palace is the place where women can be tortured the most.And she escaped from Longtan and will fall into the tiger's den.

He bowed his head and sighed again.Chao Gui put down the purple sandalwood comb she was clenched in her hand, held her stiff lips, raised her head, with indescribable emotions shining in her eyes, "Thank you...Brother Wangzhi."

Chao Gui turned her eyes away, took off Yufan with trembling fingers, then raised her hand, and summoned the palace maid who held her hands and lowered her eyebrows.

"Brother Wangzhi came here on a special trip, but here... there is no place for Agui." Chao Gui stood up, consciously separated from him by half a person, took the gold-plated red box with painted butterflies from the maidservant's hand, and bowed her head , carefully put Yufan into the yellow silk.

Chao Gui had already wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes in a panic the moment the maid pushed the door. At this moment, she was standing in front of him so dignifiedly. The huge palace was full of treasures bestowed by the king. The strange treasure, the dazzling glory that filled the room made the maidservants on the left and right not dare to look up, but still admired it.

This extraordinary honor is enough to be recorded in the annals of history, but he knew that in the end, she still shed tears.

Chaogui is unwilling.

She lingered by his hand, forced a smile on her face, stared at him, and smiled coquettishly: "Brother Wang, Agui is going to Rouli soon. I heard that Rouli is the one who can compete with Zhou Rao's duo." A powerful country. When Agui gets there, she will naturally be the queen of Fengyi's side."

She smiled brightly, she was obviously full of pride, but unexpectedly it was heart-wrenching.

How can he not know the resentment of Chaogui?Everyone in the world said that Ji Guochaogui, the phoenix-singing beautiful jade, was favored by the King of Jining, and was hidden and raised in the Yun Palace; but the reason is unknown, Chaogui is deeply resentful, and three cities can be exchanged for a lifelong marriage.

He vaguely recalled Mingyue back then.

When she was young, Chao Gui was stunningly talented and stubborn. Every time she trespassed in the Forbidden Palace, she would persuade others to resist her. Even though she was a princess, she would act rudely to the people below.

At that time, he and Chu Rui were studying at Pingling Academy with the Taifu, and she was teasing the elderly Taifu with her head up and holding the cricket, so angry that the Taifu was ashamed to see people for three days...

Once upon a time, the girl Chaogui turned into Princess Chaogui, virtuous and virtuous, knowledgeable and courteous, until an imperial edict to bestow soft benefits came.

The salute was fired for the second time.He retreated to the steps, looked at the woman in front of the window covering her face in clouds, and was slowly helped out by the nuns in the palace.

When Chao Gui boarded the Luan sedan chair, he stood in the middle of the crowd watching the excitement, watching the noble and peaceful Yun Luan far away from Weihe and Jiguo.

It's hard to say goodbye after years.

In the sixth year of Yanhe, the ruler of Rouli sent envoys to bring a lot of money and treasures as appointments, and concluded a marriage contract with the royal family of Ji, and the whole world celebrated together.

In the seventh year of Yanhe, Rouli retreated to the north of Pingdu according to the covenant, and guarded Fushan.

During the years, the ruler of Rouli generously agreed again, and Rouli's army retreated northward for more than forty miles, and with this as a boundary, they would stop fighting forever.

The first princess surrendered, the two countries ceased fighting, and the monarch of Ji Kingdom Jining Wang Huanyan raised his eyebrows, and immediately sent an imperial edict to amnesty the government and the people.

He still remembered that on the day when the servants announced the imperial edict in a shrill voice, all the civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty were all smiles, and when they were lamenting the rare treasures of the dynasty, they tasted the subtlety of "giving up their daughters to protect the country".

The land of Ji Kingdom can only be attached to the beautiful princess of the royal family.And their pain, he could not share.Even though he had reprimanded those muddle-headed princes and nobles more than once at the noble banquet, the King of Jining was stupid and listened to the slander of villains, and even the most popular prime minister of Ji Kingdom succumbed to the royal power with a servile face.

"Fuliang has met Father."

He was led to Xiaofeng Pavilion by the servants of the prime minister's mansion. In Xiaofeng Pavilion, he was alone in the wind and snow, facing his back for a long time.

Fu Shuye turned around, on that handsome face stained with hoarfrost, his eyes were still shining like clear ripples.He looked down at the child who was becoming increasingly unfamiliar with him and even turned away from him, and he closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

"Fuliang, have you gone to Yungong?" The tone of questioning, affirmative tone.

He listened to his father calling his name without any emotion, his blunt voice was still deep.

He lowered his eyes and said "yes" calmly. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the six-jointed bamboo whip on the stone table.

Fu Shuye frowned, and shouted angrily, "Kneel down."

The six-jointed bamboo whip was picked up, his legs bent, and he knelt neatly on the snowy steps. When the whip struck, the frost and snow on the branches crushed his crown in response.

He subconsciously pursed his lips and grunted, the burning pain in his back was far inferior to his disheartened awe in front of the person in front of him.

"Father, Ji Pogu is fatuous and immoral. You are at the mercy of treacherous courtiers. You have the duty of admonishing him. Why do you keep submitting? Those women who were abandoned and traded are so innocent! Father, you... are helping the evildoers."

He held back the pain and looked up at his father who held the whip. The father who taught him to be kind and helpful to the king since he was a child has changed beyond recognition.He used to regard his father's words as his standard, but now he has to watch his father ruin the century-old foundation of the Fu clan with his own hands.

Fu Shuye paused, and inadvertently clenched his fingers tighter on the handle of the whip.After hesitating for a moment, he was still beaten with a more severe bamboo whip.

At this time, the sound of skin and flesh splitting resounded through the air.

He gritted his teeth and endured, unwilling to show weakness.

"You are so brave, how dare you call the king by his name!" Fu Shuye raised his hand and whipped his whip, "Fu Liang, please remember: the king is the king, and we are the ministers; the ministers don't listen too much, please be careful." Be cautious in your words and deeds, and you will never do anything rebellious!"

So, in order to ensure the continuity of the family and the everlasting success of the foundation, his father would rather let the world down and sit firmly on the Diaoyutai?

He lowered his eyes, unwilling to look at his foolish and loyal father, but at this moment, the shocking bloodstains on the white robe were reflected in Fu Shuye's eyes.

"Whatever!" Fu Shuye frowned and threw away the bamboo whip, only to hear a thud, the bamboo whip split the snow-white ground, it was slightly dark red and slightly cold.

"Young master, get up quickly! Young master, there is a lot of blood on your back..." At this time, the servant who had to wait and see from a distance ran towards him anxiously. The cold wind was blowing, cooling him inside and out.

"Yun Song, help me back to the room." He looked at the direction where his father was leaving in a flick of his sleeves. He heard that Princess Changle, who was originally married to Zhai Wei on the same day, died suddenly on the way out of Zhourao.

The history said: "Ji Guo has a daughter Chang Le, who was fifteen years old. She went out to Zhai and Wei, and encountered bandits on the way. She died under the knife and was buried in the mouth of wild wolves."

He held Yun Song's arm and walked staggeringly into the corridor. On the eaves above his head, the spy beside King Jining closed his eyes and snorted coldly, and disappeared as soon as he turned around.

Tonight, he was doomed to toss and turn.For two or three days, he was imprisoned in a single courtyard, and he had to ask his father's permission to go in and out. Three meals a day were brought by his servants.

"My lord, the prime minister has just left the mansion." Yun Song pushed open the courtyard door and walked towards him.

He sat on the edge of the patio in the middle of the courtyard, looking down at the dead leaves and hosta petals floating above the well water, and was about to reach out, but was stopped by Yun Song with a look of panic.

"Young Master, why are you sitting in the snow!" Yun Song untied the fox fur that he threw on the stone table and draped it over his shoulders, "Young Master's wound has not healed, if he suffers from the wind and cold again, he cannot leave the house without authorization."

Yun Song had a straight face, and his immature eyes were slightly angry, as if he was angry with him, and he was not forgiving at all.

He shook his head and smiled, "Yun Song, how dare I disobey you when you look at me so rigidly?"

He gathered the fox fur on his body and stood up, raised his eyebrows and joked, and in a blink of an eye, there was another scroll of paintings, and the wonderful brush was the god who raised his head three feet above.

The tomb of Changle is right in front of you.

He stood under the barren sky and snowy ridge, looking at the chaotic wind and snow and a randomly piled hole, he didn't dare to take another step.

After a long time, the heavy snowballs on his coat and hat fell off with the movement of his steps, and his whole body became icy cold.

"My lord, you are still injured, let's go back." Yun Song beside him couldn't bear to see him secretly feel guilty and annoyed, so he hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, turned around, held the lamp to lead the way, and then stuffed a bag into his arms with concern. Holding a warm hand stove.

"Alright. In a few days, go and find two stonemasons with good craftsmanship to repair this place. Remember, it's good for you to know about it." He was sitting in the carriage, and every time the wheels turned You have to tell Yun Song who is raising his whip and urging his horse.

Yun Song drove the carriage, and kept nodding while listening, thinking in his heart to rush back to the mansion as soon as possible, lest the prime minister return to the mansion early and reveal the fact that the two left the mansion without permission.

It's a fast ride, but it's pretty smooth all the way.He opened the thick curtain and looked out. The carriage passed the Qionghua Bridge where there were few pedestrians, and three streets ahead was the heavily guarded and dangerously walled King Ji Palace.

When the time of Xu is approaching, the bluestone road leading to Zhu Youshu is reflecting the scapular, and at this time, the faint light is lazily hanging on the glazed lamps at both ends of the Qionghua Arch Bridge.

Bright and dark light attracted the fireflies.

Gorgeous lights - the three-year Dou Xueya Fair is approaching quietly.

Holding the stove in his hand and meditating, he thought of those married women who had nowhere to go, and slowly lowered the curtain of the car. When he lowered his head, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the white horse with its head lowered and circling outside the Moon Lane Hall.

it will be him...

Are you back?

He immediately lowered his eyelids, and when he waved his hands again, he was already far away from this land of love and moon.

In the moon hall, the man drinking and humming is sitting on the song tower by the window, half drunk, half awake, half asleep.

Beauty is like a flower, it is just that one crop blooms and one crop fails.Fine nectar and jade liquid, dripping through the heart.

As if knowing who was sitting in the carriage that happened to pass by outside the museum, the woman lying on the man's lap gently opened the window screen, her red lips parted and said: "Master, I heard that the Dou Xueya Meeting will be held in two days. .Jiaxiu Pavilion worship post, master will go?"

The woman with light makeup fell softly on the man's open chest.At this moment, the man in an open-fronted gown drank the fine wine in his glass and smiled, "He's going, of course I have to go."