Qinglian Snow Heavy

No matter how difficult it is for the young emperor to restrain the emotion in his heart.

"Okay! Happy birthday!" Jia Rui congratulated her on her birthday, and then she reined in the reins again, and Treading Snow galloped like a flying arrow.

At some point, scattered raindrops fell from the sky, and the raindrops reflected the halo of the sun, dancing in the wind, and then lightly fell on the two people who were galloping on horseback in the green field.High spirits, riding horses, these are the pictures that Jiarui had painted to herself in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake. Qinglian never thought that one day Jiarui would really bring her such a different experience.Jiarui's clothes and hair were a bit messy as he was running all the way, chasing the wind through the snow, Qinglian's scattered blue hair was flying behind, wetted by the scattered raindrops, and intertwined with Jiarui's hair in the wind.

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Jia Rui hugged Qinglian and galloped all the way, until he came to the outskirts of the capital before slowing down and galloping all the way, Jia Rui didn't say a word to Qinglian again.Jiarui was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would not be able to help pouring out his feelings to Qinglian, so Jiarui silently kissed Qinglian's hair, with tenderness in his eyes, maybe it was true love, that's why he cared so carefully A lot.The jade hairpin on the heart has been covered with warmth, just like the feelings overflowing in Jia Rui's chest at this moment.Jia Rui stopped his horse and jumped down, because he was about to arrive at the capital, and Jia Rui understood that maybe after returning to Beijing, this feeling would be washed away by the undercurrents.

Jiarui straightened Qinglian on the horse and sat upright, then took the reins personally and led Taxue to walk slowly.A monarch leads a horse to lead the way, how many people in this world can accept it calmly?Qinglian lovingly stroked Taxue's long black mane on the horse, she was very happy, as if the person leading the horse in front of her was not a high-ranking emperor, but a close friend of hers, that's all.

Qinglian never saw Jiarui again after the entanglement with the monarch and ministers in the imperial garden in the palace that day. Later, during the Dragon Boat Festival, Qinglian played the music very seriously, and did not distract herself from looking at the majestic imperial ceremony.Maybe it's been a long time, or maybe it's because he hasn't seen the Emperor Jiarui in the high temple, so in Qinglian's mind, Jiarui is still the son of Ruijia who used to chat and laugh casually in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Qinglian always remembers the good things of others, and she doesn't want to remember the few unpleasant experiences after entering the palace. What she remembers is Jiarui's life and death rescue at Lantai, her admiration for swords and songs in the bamboo forest, her invitation to friends in the foggy night, and her companionship in the palace. tour.Qinglian was called by Jiarui to be a court musician, and sure enough, he promised to give herself a different life experience.

After leaving the palace and returning to the Tong's Mansion, Qinglian would often stop at the small pavilion in the middle of the lake if she didn't have to worry about it. Watching the sunset, Qinglian recalled those precious and beautiful days, and always unconsciously fainted in the afterglow of the setting sun. Get a smile on your face.Qinglian didn't know that she would leave the palace so silently after the heaven sacrifice ceremony that day, so Jiarui's praise letter to him was left in Lantai.

Whenever Qinglian thinks of Jiarui's gift of praise to heaven before the sacrifice, Qinglian will always respond to the last miss.Qinglian knows that Jiarui is hiding her secrets, so as long as Qinglian thinks of that day in Lantai Bamboo Forest and sees the helpless sadness that Jiarui pointed out in the sword song, Qinglian can't help it. I am worried, and I don't know if my former friend is staying alone in the palace now, whether he is safe or not.

Qinglian didn't know how to ride a horse, and she didn't dare to jump off the horse by herself, so Qinglian lowered her head and said to the stubborn Jiarui: "Your Majesty, I am very happy today, thank you", her tone was a little nervous, after all, no matter how good Jiarui is now Emperor.Jiarui looked up at Qinglian, his clear eyes were filled with awe and alienation at some point, and the expression was no longer the same as it was a moment ago.Jia Rui thought of her identity and what she had done to Qinglian in the palace before, and understood Qinglian's reaction very well. After all, the emperor would never have friends, so is Qinglian still considered?

"It's your birthday, so let's treat today's visit as a congratulatory gift from me." Jia Rui said, but she was still a little unwilling, and continued, "Qinglian, I treated you like this in the palace before. , do you still resent me?" Jiarui looked up at Qinglian, his eyes full of anticipation.Seeing Qinglian shaking her head, Jiarui felt at ease, "Qinglian, are you still willing to call me by my name?" Jiarui stared at Qinglian who was silent, "Well, don't make things difficult, it's just you When we are alone, you can call me by my first name."

Seeing Jiarui's eyes full of expectation, Qinglian said hesitantly: "Ruijia?" After saying this, Jiarui showed a wry smile, he didn't expect Qinglian to take the name she casually called seriously, yes, The emperor's name is the most useless in this world, who would call it? "Qinglian, my name is Hanchen, the vast star. My father said that I was born in the night of stars." Speaking of this, Jiarui thought of his father Ziye, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Qinglian didn't expect that Jiarui would say his name to her so solemnly, but then she thought again, Jiarui is a high-ranking emperor, maybe no one calls his name on weekdays, he must be very lonely. "Qi Hanchen", Qinglian said, Qi is the surname of the country of Yin, so Qinglian called Jiarui's full name.

Jia Rui was very happy when she heard Qinglian call her name, but she didn't expect Qinglian to say her name and surname together so cautiously, so Jiarui didn't express and still looked up at Qinglian expectantly.Being stared at by others like this, Qinglian felt a little uncomfortable, thinking: Did I call it wrong?So Qinglian called out again: "Qi, Hanchen".Qinglian opened her mouth timidly, the word Qi was so light that it was barely audible, even the word Hanchen felt weak even if Jiarui was so close.But the word "Hanchen" in Qinglian's mouth lightly fell into her ears, but it was deeply imprinted on Jiarui's heart.

"That's right. If there are no other people around, you can call me like this, just like before." Jia Rui wanted to say a few more words, but saw his entourage chasing after him in the distance. Therefore, it is not easy to say any more, and she stretched out her hand to help Qinglian down the snow, otherwise people will see her, and Qinglian will be criticized again.

The snow-riding horse gallops thousands of miles every day, so Jia Rui's bodyguards only rushed over now, seeing their master standing in front of him to breathe a sigh of relief.Now that it was outside the capital, Wu Xin asked Jiarui in a low voice if he should return to the palace immediately, and then looked at Qinglian beside the emperor with hesitant eyes.At this time, Jia Rui also realized that five people and four riders, how to get back here, someone is destined to ride with Qinglian, because Qinglian can't equestrian.

Let Qinglian ride with others. Jia Rui was unwilling, but he didn't use the car. Qinglian and her party were destined to show off when they went back, so Jiarui thought about it carefully, then put Qinglian on the horse, and then rode back to Beijing with Qinglian .The emperor didn't say anything, and the entourage had no choice but to follow, but seeing Jia Ruiquan riding the horse with the child musician from Zeng Lantai in his arms, they couldn't help guessing wildly that the emperor really liked the new and hated the old.

After returning to Beijing, Jia Rui didn't go back to the palace directly, but came to Gu Tingxuan's mansion, a small house next to the Shaoya music hall.Since Jiarui often went out of the palace in low clothes in the past few years, he was still very familiar with the streets and shops in the capital, and there was no need for anyone to lead the way to Gu's mansion.The upper gate of Gu Tingxuan's mansion was wide open, because there was a mourning hall for offering sacrifices in the main hall, so it was convenient for others to offer incense.Jia Rui dismounted in front of the gate of Gu's mansion, then strode into the mourning hall with Qinglian and the guards.

Since Qinglian is Lin Suyue's child after all, she can also be regarded as Gu Tingxuan's grandnephew, so Tong Yi brought Qinglian to worship Gu Tingxuan at night before.So when Qinglian saw that Jiarui brought her here, she was a little puzzled. Although she hesitated, she followed in, thinking that she would not blame herself for coming to pay homage to her father.Tong Xi, the butler of the Tong Mansion, presided over the mourning hall. Since tomorrow is Gu Tingxuan's Seventh Seventh Ceremony, he was afraid that the Gu Mansion would not have enough manpower to take care of it, so Tong Yi asked Tong Xi to come here to preside over it.

Due to the delay in the suburbs, it was already past You time, but the summer was getting longer and the outside was still bright, but the courtiers had already resigned.Gu Tingxuan is also a veteran of the Yin Dynasty, and a master of calligraphy. The injustice of his death this time made many people in the court grieve and indignant, but he dared not express it because of Huimin's power.Although it is inconvenient for Gu Lao to come to the seven-day ceremony tomorrow, but now people are coming one after another to express their condolences and send Gu Tingxuan off for the last time.Although Jia Rui was wearing ordinary clothes today, when he walked into the mourning hall, not long after, people recognized the presence of the Holy Majesty in person. After being astonished, they all knelt down and prostrated themselves at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

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Since meeting Jiarui today, Qinglian regards Jiarui as a friend more than the emperor, just now Jiarui's sincere "Han Chen" almost makes Qinglian forget that the person around her is a high-ranking king of a country.Qinglian and her entourage followed Jiarui into the mourning hall. Now everyone in the room was kneeling on the ground, but she had no reason to leave the field and stand beside the emperor. After a moment of distraction, Qinglian also moved back , bowed his head and knelt down.

Jiarui glanced at the mourning hall, and on the coffin in the middle was written "The Spirit of Gu Yue Kao, Gu Gong, the Proclamation of the Elder", and there were no longer a few incense offerings received in the Eight Treasures Ding before the coffin.Since the altar was lit with ever-burning candles, the house was not lit yet, and the smoke curling up around the spirit tablet reflected the candlelight and the setting sun, making the atmosphere in the house even more gloomy.A roomful of people kneeling on the ground were very anxious. No one knew that the Holy Majesty was still attached to the Empress Dowager. Although today was not Gu Lao's San Qi ceremony, wouldn't it be a touch of the royal family's backlash to come to worship? ?

Jia Rui stepped forward, helped Li Hanjun who was kneeling in front of him, and then said in a calm voice: "Everyone, the dead are the most important, don't kneel here, get up." Hearing the emperor said this with grief, the courtiers They all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, got up one after another, and developed a good impression of the absurd emperor in front of them.

It is a great honor for the emperor to help each other. Li Hanjun is already the left servant of the Ministry of Rites before he reached the age of forty.