right after

The full moon is in the sky, the stars are looming, and the moon is as cool as water, penetrating a long distance, turning into a dazzling veil and draping over the thin body of a young woman in Tsing Yi.

Beside the plum pavilion, the secluded plums are emitting fragrance again. She faintly longed for the starting point of love when they first met, and remained silent for a long time.

In a year, many things can happen. She rose step by step, from a bullied court lady to an abandoned concubine. Her IQ, which was zero in love, suddenly returned under a basin of invisible ice water.

She pinched her fingers and counted, throughout the year, the total number of times Xiao Jingyu came to Mei Palace was less than twenty, and the two of them shared the same bed only ten times.

It has been three months since the two met last time, he doesn't love her at all, she is still waiting foolishly, maybe brother is right, this man is not worthy of her love at all.

She had thought of her brother countless nights. If it were him, would he treat her like this?

However, her little fantasies were silently shattered with the news of the birth of her brother and child.

A man's vows are all deceitful.

Mo Xiangli lowered his head and caressed his growing belly, his cold and icy pupils melted into a spring breeze, and the corners of his lips swelled slightly, comforting himself: "Fortunately, you still belong to me."

Mo Xiangli spread out the yellow baggage in his hands, looked at the large and small ornaments Xiao Jingyu had rewarded, smiled helplessly, and threw them all into the newly dug deep pit with a wave of his hand.

They don't belong to her at all, so what's the use of staying by her side.

Mo Xiangli picked up the flower hoe and covered the soil finely, as if he was burying his love.

Mo Xiangli looked at the freshly filled mud under his feet, picked up the flower pick and flower basket, closed his eyes and left resolutely.

But in reality, he always likes to tease people, and likes to watch people go around.

As Mo Xiangli approached the Mei Palace, he saw a tall and familiar man in purple standing vaguely under the old pear tree at the door, his phoenix eyes quietly watching the direction she came from.

"Yan'er, I miss you..." the man said in a low voice, the warm and mellow voice pierced through the coldness of early spring, and reached her ears word for word, and her icy heart shattered violently. A gap.

Following those words, the flower basket and flower hoe in Mo Xiangli's hand fell to the ground, stirring up dust.

Her strong eyes finally looked at his Huabu stepping under the moon, and with a "wow", tears dripped down to the ground, hidden in the dust.

The woman was in the man's arms, weeping uncontrollably, as if she was about to shed all the tears of her life, the man hugged his thin body, and sighed silently in his heart.

Xiao Jingyu looked at the corners of her eyes that were red from crying, took off the light and thick white fur, and draped it on her thin body. Her phoenix eyes were keenly aware of her slightly bulging abdomen under the loose skirt.

He stared at her belly, and asked complicatedly, "Are you pregnant?"

"Tan Lang, this is your child. It's been three months. I wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't know you..." Mo Xiangli lowered his head and said shyly.

There was a trace of inquiry in Xiao Jingyu's phoenix eyes, but he pretended to be happy on his face, the corners of his mouth were habitually bent, hugging her shoulders, and said happily: "That's great."

Mo Xiangli coped with the smirk, feeling slightly guilty in his heart. They didn't know when, the distance between their hearts became so far away, and they seemed to be very close to each other.

Mo Xiangli led him to the Mei Palace, but Xiao Jingyu stood still, and she looked at him suspiciously.

Xiao Jingyu was a little embarrassed, touched her much thinner cheek, and said: "I haven't finished my government affairs, so I won't go to your palace.

I came here tonight to bid farewell to you. Tomorrow morning, I will personally participate in this Muhan War, and I may not come back for more than three months. "

Mo Xiangli looked a little disappointed, took his broad and slender palm, and asked, "When will you leave tomorrow, I will go see you off."

Xiao Jingyu groaned slightly, took off the jade token around his waist, handed it to her, and said, "At the gate of the imperial palace in the morning, you can use this token to enter and exit the palace gate, then I... go first, and I will send someone to take care of you." You, take good care of the tire and wait for me to come back."

Mo Xiangli watched his warm palms pull away, his eyes were faintly red again, Xiao Jingyu smiled comfortingly at her, turned around and left resolutely.

He had already dealt with political affairs, it was nothing but a white lie.

Now he can't hug her like he used to, because that body has been polluted, and as long as he touches her for a moment, his heart will be so sick, it seems that his whole body is covered with cockroaches, which is extremely uncomfortable, not to mention the relationship between a man and a woman. matter.

Xiao Jingyu knew that this was unfair to her, especially because she had saved her life, but he really tried his best. He tried many ways to restore the normal relationship before, but all of them failed.

There is no cure for his heart disease.

To him now, Mo Xiangli is just a piece of chicken rib, tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away.

He really didn't know how to face her love, every time he looked at her pitiful eyes, he became more and more at a loss, he just wanted to escape, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to cross this hurdle in his life.

On the second day, the golden crow rose, and the golden light poured down many white clouds, shooting at the body of the dark golden armored guard, arousing great majesty.

Xiao Jingyu should be dressed as a scribe with a golden crown and purple clothes in the past, but today he is wearing a purple gold armor, which looks extraordinarily bright and domineering, and is particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

On both sides of the imperial palace in the imperial city, drums beat heavily on the cowhide drum, and the long copper horn, the mighty sound resounded through the sky and through the clouds.

The 20 army was ready to go, and Xiao Jingyu stepped on the snow-white horse in a smart and agile manner, looking at the place where the concubine was standing.

There are three concubines and nine concubines, and the most eye-catching one is Mo Xiangli, who is wearing a red dress, and the second is Li Zhaoqing. Although she is not as good as Mo Xiangli in appearance, her charm is unmatched by ordinary people. .

Today, Mo Xiangli is wearing a red skirt and long skirt, with magnificent embroidery, matched with her tall snow-white figure, she looks like a cold and noble goddess in the sky, far away and unattainable, making people unable to give birth to a blasphemous heart .

Mo Xiangli's facial features are exquisite, and her beauty is glamorous. Her beauty is cold and alienated. Men just want to enshrine her as a goddess, and they can't bear to give birth to desire.

However, Han Qing's beauty is the untouchable and gorgeous temptation in the strange night, which arouses the primitive desire in men and women, making people want to control and possess even more.

However, the dazzling she seemed to have deep thoughts, and her face was a little absent-minded.

Mo Xiangli felt strongly disappointed in her heart. She thought that the honor of personally sending the emperor to the expedition belonged to her alone. However, when she came this morning, she found that all three concubines and nine concubines were there.

However, that excitement was extinguished by the chatter and laughter of the other concubines.

They all prepared, extremely exquisite, a unique gift for the emperor, and her gift was an embroidered sweat towel that was sewn overnight.

Although she was quick with her hands and feet, she was clumsy and prone to mistakes in her needlework, which she was not naturally good at.

Once, when her family was poor, she took the initiative to learn embroidery in order to share the pressure of her mother. However, her stitches were messed up, and she was busy working until midnight before finishing embroidery.

So much so that the older brother, who was about to go to sleep after reading the book, could not look down on her. Within a quarter of an hour after taking over her embroidery, lifelike butterflies fluttered on the handkerchief.

Brother, it was the first time he embroidered and showed a talent that ordinary people can't match.Brother's embroidery has a price but no market, but her embroidery is worth a copper plate.

In the past, she often had low self-esteem and suspected that she was a fake woman, while her powerful brother was the real woman.

Not only is my elder brother unparalleled in appearance, but he is always excellent in everything he does, making it difficult for ordinary people to catch up.

Mo Xiangli looked at the gifts they were comparing with each other, and hid the embroidery that was getting harder and harder behind him, and began to feel disheartened.

Xiao Jingyu's eyes stayed on her for two more seconds, but Mo Xiangli lowered his head, still trapped in his own tangled little world.

Last night, Xiao Jingyu did not invite other concubines to send him off in person, so when Mo Xiangli made a request, he hesitated a little because he was worried that other concubines would come without warning.

The concubines presented gifts one by one, Xiao Jingyu smiled gently, and Mo Xiangli was squeezed to the back by many concubines scrambling to be the first, his pale eyes became more and more dim.

Among the concubines, the only one who neither earns nor grabs, who is willing to be the last, is Li Zhaoqing.

She still wears plain white clothes, but today, her white clothes are tattooed with exquisite patterns.

Li Zhaoqing stood with her leisurely, looked at her softly and said: "Hehe, my sister and I are both smart people."

Mo Xiangli forced a smile, she didn't intend to compete for the limelight, she just passed others because there was no limelight to compete for.

Everyone offered presents, and she would be rude and unruly if she didn't offer presents at this time. It was a dilemma.

After the group of concubines presented their presents, only the two of them were left, and Mo Xiangli awkwardly asked Li Zhaoqing to present their presents first.

Li Zhaoqing's gift was not expensive, but a medicine made by the flowers and plants in the yard to help calm the nerves and fall asleep. Xiao Jingyu smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Xiao Jingyu looked at Mo Xiangli who hadn't presented a gift for a long time, and thought she was troubled that she didn't prepare a gift, so he smiled and said, "Concubine Wu, have you prepared a gift?"

Mo Xiangli said softly, "Yes..."

He stepped forward to offer the sweat towel that had been stabbed overnight, and offered it with both hands, lowering his head and not daring to look at Xiao Jingyu's face, for fear of seeing the indifference in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jingyu accepted it happily, and commented uniformly: "Concubine Wu's gift is the most considerate and warm, Mrs. Li's gift is the most simple and practical, Zhao Guifei's gift is the most expensive and hard to find, and Concubine Ma's gift is the most expensive. , is the most thoughtful..."

Hearing this, Mo Xiangli couldn't believe it. He looked up at the handsome man in front of him in a daze, seeing his eyes were filled with joy from the bottom of his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitched. The depression in the morning was swept away.

Mo Xiangli's smile didn't have time to bloom, but when he heard the words behind him, he quietly stopped the spreading trend and sighed silently. It's really a blessing or a curse for the emperor who is so exposed to rain and dew.

Xiao Jingyu accepted the concubine's gift of congratulations on the great victory, and in front of the common people, he followed the large army with high spirits and left in a mighty way.

Mo Xiangli felt empty in his heart, and for the first time, he began to feel a little discouraged.

Whether Xiao Jingyu loves her or not, she can sometimes vaguely perceive the answer, but after today, she is more aware of her position in his heart.

Love is always unequal. One party gives everything, while the other keeps it silently.

Mo Xiangli was willing to accept the unfair balance, she was extremely annoyed that she was confused by his slight affection last night, so she unconditionally compromised and forgave him.

Why doesn't she resent him for his ruthlessness, but she has been trapped in this whirlpool for a long time and cannot get out, the love is full of scars, and she still wants to go inside like a stubborn bull.

Mo Xiangli watched quietly, the vermilion copper riveted palace door was slowly closing, under the slender eyelashes, a tear flowed slowly, in the end, who can save her from leaving?