emperor of a dynasty

"My wife is strict and close." Yan Wuwei looked down at the letter he took out from his arms, and Murong Xi said that it was a letter written by Murong Xun himself:

"What you want to know, Sister Wang told you in the letter, she said you will wait for her."

On the envelope of that letter were written these six words, my wife... Yan Wuwei's eyes softened when she saw those two words, she slowly stretched out her fingers, caressing those two words on the letter, Smiling, she could imagine what kind of expression Murong Xun had when he wrote these two words.

She must have sly eyes and a smile on her face.

Her wife always likes such childish behavior. In front of her, she seems to be just an ordinary daughter, not that high-ranking king.

"I know you must be very angry right now, right? Haha, I'm not cheating. You don't know how difficult those ministers are. I've been overwhelmed by what they said. You said they arrived one day Where did the late talkers come from so much? Don't their daughter-in-law think they are chattering? My daughter-in-law is better, she never talks too much.

Ah...don't think I'm talking ironically, I really don't think you're long-winded.You know, I like you the most, Xiaoshidu. "

Yan Wuwei's eyes fell on the three words "Little Servant", he paused for a moment, recalling the way Murong Yan called her "Little Servant" in the past with a smile, his eyes softened, and he burst out laughing , her eyes were full of affection after the glacier melted. She looked at the letter and read it line by line:

"In recent days, I feel that the organ has become more and more popular. As her aunt, I am very satisfied. It seems that it will be a matter of time before the throne is handed over to her, so I secretly prepared a surprise for you. I know You like mountains and rivers, flowers and plants, although I can't appreciate them, but this does not prevent me from loving you.

I love your rigorousness, do you know that?

Hey, let me tell you, I'm ready to abdicate. I've worked so hard for this abdication, and I've lost a lot of my hair. When we meet, you're not allowed to call me ugly.

Do you know 'Broken Soul Juice'?In order to abdicate, I even pretended that I was poisoned by the soul-killing juice.Alas, thinking about the past, every time I watch plays, I will whisper to you that this one is not good and that one is not good, and I will inevitably criticize them.Now it's my turn, I really feel that singing is difficult, and I will definitely stop making sarcastic remarks in the future.

But it looks like I'm doing pretty well, doesn't it?You were also tricked by me, weren't you?Haha, I finally cheated you this time, very good, from now on you let me be your wife and let me be a wife!

...

I'll ask Tangtang to take you to Suiyuan first, so you don't have to worry.I have already settled down there, you go to settle down first, I will come in March if it is quicker, and it will not be until midsummer if it is slower.

I thought the fruit wine you brewed in Qianzhou in the early years was very good. You left early, so you buried a few jars under the tree in the courtyard, and I drank it when I returned home.There is also Zhenzi Crisp from Jiangnan, I also like it, if you have time, you can study hard, if you do well, I can reward you with a kiss as a husband. "

When Murong Xun was writing this letter, Murong Xi couldn't help asking her, "Sister Wang...Will Xiang Xiang believe this?"

"...Yes." Murong Xi lowered his gaze, looked at the few pages on the table, and said softly to Murong Xi, "Anything I say, she will believe."

Murong Xi looked at her, maybe she didn't understand what Murong Yan said, but she couldn't ask more because she looked at Murong Yan's confident look.

Why did Murong Yan insist that Yan Wuwei would believe such a clumsy lie?

She didn't understand, and she didn't understand, and it wasn't until many years later when she and Gu Ming reached that step that she understood why Murong Xun was sure that Yan Wuwei would believe her words.

She loved her so much that she couldn't accept her death, so she would rather believe a lie that she had no return date.

...

Knowing that Yan Wuwei had left the capital safely, Murong Yan laughed and coughed up blood in the palace, and Yan Wuwei's departure made her wish come true.For a critically ill person, as long as he breathes a sigh of relief, his body will quickly decline.

Everything that happened later took only one month, from Murong Xun's critical illness to Murong Cong's succession, things developed as everyone expected, except for Yan Wuwei.

In the first month of the 11th year of King Qin's death, King Qin was critically ill. He posted a list of kings to seek medical treatment, and the prince supervised the country.

In February of the 11th year of King Qin, King Qin passed away due to illness. He was named King Chengwen of Qin, and Prince Mu Congling succeeded to the throne with the name of Pingchang.

Since then, the era of Mu Containers that has lasted for more than [-] years has begun.

And Yan Wuwei, who was far away in the sand dunes in Suiyuan, never knew about this.

Just like what Murong Yan said, Yan Wuwei believed her words, and after reading the letter, Yan Wuwei really calmed down, as if he regained his energy, and stopped saying that he wanted to go back to the capital. Even later on the road, Tangtang was asked when they would arrive in Suiyuan, Jiangbei.

Tangtang choked up tears and said quickly, anyone could hear the sadness in her words, but Yan Wuwei, who was always careful, seemed to have never noticed her abnormality, and only wanted to go to Suiyuan as soon as possible, Wait there for Murong Xun to come back.

The letter said March at the earliest, midsummer at the latest, Yan Wuwei counted the time, fruit wine is suitable for Qianzhou's climate, and I don't know if Suiyuan can make it, and Zhenzi crisp, she can't make it Pastry, I don't know how long it takes to learn to make it.

...I hope that when Murong Xun comes back, she can prepare everything.

But she waited and waited in Suiyuan, Jiangbei, in the house that Murong Yan built for her. She waited until spring, midsummer, autumn solstice, and midwinter. woman returns.

As for the fruit wine she wanted, because the weather in Suiyuan was hot, which was different from that in Qianzhou, she tried many ways to make the wine, as well as the Zhenzi crisp. She specially found someone to go to Jiangnan to invite a master I came to teach her how to make it, and it took me a long time to learn it, but when she let it go moldy, no one came to make it.

In the home behind the sand dunes in Suiyuan, Yan Wuwei guarded their home, waiting day after day, year after year, waiting for someone from afar to knock on the door and call her "" Sincerely."

She waited, waited, waited for a long time, waited through spring and autumn, waited through winter and summer, until one day, someone came and told her that her Xuanshi had passed away more than two years ago.

"Sir, you don't have to wait for Auntie anymore." Two years later, Mu Congcong has turned [-], and the appearance is the same as when they first returned to the capital many years ago. Her door appeared before her eyes.

And the first sentence she said to her was like this, Mu Cong thought that Yan Wuwei would cry, hurt, and lose his composure after hearing this, but unexpectedly the other party just smiled at her and said "Long time no see".

Yan Wuwei was obviously looking at her, but there was another figure in his eyes.

Kneeling with her under the tree in the courtyard, she handed her the Spring Stream Evening Tea in her hand, and said:

"You came back too late."

Mu Congcong was startled, looking at Yan Wuwei's expression in a trance, as if he had returned to the time when she was not a prince more than ten years ago, watching Yan Wuwei get along with her aunt.

She regarded her... as her aunt Murong Yan.

"If you don't come back again, I'll go out to find you." Yan Wuwei curled the corner of her mouth, obviously complaining, but her voice was so gentle, a tenderness that Mu Congcong had never had.

"I... am not an aunt." After a while, Mu Congcong said to Yan Wuwei in a hoarse voice.

But the woman sitting in front of her seemed not to hear, and asked her with a smile:

"Do you want to eat Zhenzi crisp? I learned it."

Mu Congcong's confidence along the way was completely defeated by her words, and her face turned pale, she didn't want to believe that after waiting for so many years, the end result was like this.

She repeated: "I'm not an aunt."

"Look at me carefully, I'm not Murong Yan." She eagerly stretched out her hand to grab the hand of the woman opposite her who was on the desk, leaned forward and said coldly:

"Yan Wuwei, look at me and see who I am?"

After listening to her words, the woman looked at her carefully, her eyes seemed to grow tentacles, gently soothing her already cold heart.

She said softly, "Why don't you call me 'Jin'er'?"

"Jin'er...?" It was the first time Mu Congrong knew Yan Wuwei's words in so many years.

Strict and inaction, careful words, rigorous.

What a nice name, but she knew her name under such circumstances.

How ironic.

...

"I'm here." Hearing her call her, Nuo Ye replied with a smile, and asked again, "Do you eat Zhen Zi Cake? I have learned it."

Mu Congkong opened her mouth, and after a while, she said:

"eat…"

So she saw that Yan Wuwei's lifeless face was revived, like a dead tree that has been dry for a long time, and she got what she wanted most.

She got up, lifted the hem of her skirt, and walked out.

"You wait here for me," she said to her.

Then she just sat there obediently and waited for her, not at all like the resolute King Qin who calmed down inside and outside after two years in power.

She waited for a long time, about an hour, and finally waited for Yan Wuwei to come back. Her hair was tied up and she was wearing a light-colored long skirt, unlike the calm and calm Xiangguo in her memory who was wearing an official uniform.She came in front of her, carrying a plate, and put it on her desk like a precious treasure, with a somewhat apprehensive expression:

"Try it?"

She looked at Yan Wuwei, and then at the plate of good-looking Zhenzibing. If she remembered correctly, it would take two or three hours to prepare this kind of pastry, but Yan Wuwei could do it in such a way. made in a short time.Only one thing can be said:

Every day, she is ready to make this pastry for Murong Yan, just because she said she likes it and wants to eat it, so she prepares everything she wants when she returns every day, whether she comes or not, she They are all ready, ready to receive her arrival at any time.