Married for love, but reduced to an insignificant side concubine, a chip that he could not give up

Chapter 1

　　"Si Yan." The woman's voice in her arms was like gossamer, but under close listening, she still retained the delicacy of a young girl, "How far is it to get home?" ”

　　He trembled and held Fu Zhiwei's hands, closed his eyes, trembled like a sieve chaff all over his body, desperately suppressed the surging emotions and trepidation, and said in a dumb voice: "Quick, Shu Shu, fast, hold on a little longer, I will take you home." ”

　　杳杳 is Fu Zhiwei's small character.

　　Over the years, Si Yan and her were dependent on each other, hiding in the shadows to protect her, and there was no distinction between them.

　　She was no longer the princess she had been in the air, and now she was just an insignificant side concubine in the Crown Prince's Mansion, a chip that Qin Yizhi could not give up.

　　Fu Zhiwei pulled the corners of his mouth, squeezed out a smile, and struggled to raise his left hand, which seemed to be a thousand jun weights, to touch Si Yan's cold face.

　　"After so many years, it's hard for you to be with me."

　　She murmured, her eyes blurred.

　　Fu Zhiwei opened a pair of clear phoenix eyes to see the snowflakes falling from the deep and distant night sky, and the vigorous branches of the old tree seemed to be a vigorous and powerful ink-colored gesture in her young paintings, straddling the top of her head.

　　In the distance came the first firecrackers, crackling and crackling, and the sound of children frolicking in the ears.

　　The black-clad youth buried his head in the side of Fu Zhiwei's neck and let out a beast's dying whimper, his whole body trembling, as if he was about to fall into the snow at any moment.

　　"The life of a lowly post is the life of a princess, and it is already a blessing in the life of a lowly post to be able to go to the soup for the princess, to get the princess half a point of pity, and to relieve the princess's worries."

　　Si Yan's hoarse but powerful voice echoed in her ears, and cold tears fell on the side of Fu Zhiwei's neck.

　　The depression of being snubbed and bullied in the Prince's Mansion for many years, the cold weather that came along the way, the wind and food were open and frightened, as if the long road had finally come to an end.

　　It made her a little tired, too.

　　When she was young, there was only one Qin Yizhi she couldn't let go, but in the end she suddenly realized that because of that obsession, she had owed countless debts that could not be paid off.

　　In the end, it is abandoned like a broom, and it is impossible to ask for it, and it is not worth the loss.

　　Her People, the Jiangshan Sheji laid down by her ancestors, the Peace of Wanshi, and the man beside her who followed her all year round, her most loyal bodyguard, Si Yan.

　　These people and things were ultimately owed by her and abandoned by her.

　　Fu Zhiwei slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and he felt that he was getting lighter and lighter, and began to drift upwards continuously.

　　She floated in mid-air, looking down at the man's poplar-like figure in the vast white snow, suddenly bent, like a heavy crossbow ready to fire suddenly unloaded all its defenses, and trembled unceasingly on her body.

　　This was the first time she had heard Si Yan cry so mournfully, with the fierceness of a falcon, and with the unwillingness and despair of the beast dying.

　　The memories of this life unfolded one by one in front of Fu Zhiwei's eyes.

　　She was the eldest daughter of Emperor Tianzeguo, who gave her the title of Changle and expected her to live happily.

　　In the past, the peach blossoms in the Imperial Garden were in full bloom, and one of Qin Yi stood under the tree dressed in white, and the young man behaved xiao Xiao solemnly, and his eyebrows seemed to be burning peach and plum blossoms. Just that glance, she saw it in her heart.

　　At that time, she had everything, but she was born to get the only Qin Yizhi she couldn't get.

　　She insisted on following Qin Yizhi, the proton of the Chiyan Kingdom, back to China, abandoning her status as a princess who enjoyed endless glory and wealth, despite the fact that her younger brother, who had been crowned prince, cried and hugged her leg and would not let her go, and ignored the harsh words of her father and mother, if she dared to leave, she would no longer recognize each other for the rest of her life.

　　She hadn't tasted the loss, and she didn't know that after all these years, her relatives were dead or alive.

　　The days of chi yanguo were far from being easy in Fu Zhiwei's imagination.

　　The protons sent out are like walking on thin ice in other countries, and once they return to the dynasty, their status will be significantly improved. As soon as Qin Yizhi returned to China, she was crowned as a princess, and she, a princess who had given up her home country, no longer had the position of princess concubine, and could only be accepted as a side concubine, which was the result of Qin Yizhi's all-around pleading in the court.

　　To this day, Fu Zhiwei knows that without the false name of Princess Changle and the favor of her father and mother, she is just a duckweed, with a good appearance, and can only be buried in this deep backyard, watching the autumn wind rise and fall, day after day waiting for the prince's pity.

　　There are more and more new people in the Prince's Mansion. Qin Yi's foundation was unstable, and in order to win the hearts and minds of the people and form an alliance, he took in many women who were important ministers in the court, and the crown princess in this palace was the daughter of the prime minister who was in power and opposition, Lin Wanwan.

　　Lin Wanwan was arrogant and arrogant, her temperament was straightforward, and her face was not sandy, and she looked down on Fu Zhiwei, not only because Fu Zhiwei still had a little more care from Qin Yizhi in the palace than others, but also because Fu Zhiwei left home and treasoned, disregarded his own People, and married the prince of the enemy country as a wife.

　　It's pathetic and ridiculous.

　　She was helpless in the Chiyan Kingdom, humiliated by many concubines in the Prince's Mansion, snubbed by the subordinates, Qin Yizhi's administrative affairs were busy, and she could not stay in the palace several times a month, and rarely rested in her room.

　　Qin Yizhi gradually alienated her in those days, she always did not sleep well at night, on a thunderstorm night, she was awakened by the sound of soldiers outside the door, dressed and carefully peered outside the house, and finally saw the black-clad young man holding a long sword, as if he were a god.

　　The young man was cold and his voice was low, saying that his name was Si Yan, and that he was a bodyguard in her palace, and that he was secretly protecting her on the orders of the emperor.

　　This was his one-sided statement, but the days in the Prince's Mansion were so lonely and tedious that he was one of the few people who was willing to sit down and listen to her.

　　There is nothing in her that can be plotted, and it is rare to meet a person who can talk and relieve the boredom, and her heart is happy.

　　What she didn't know was that this bodyguard, who had never looked at her in the face before, after learning that she was going to marry an enemy country, knelt in the Fengtian Temple for two days and one night, not eating or drinking, just to get the approval of her father and let him go with her.

　　After a long time, the people in the house saw that she had lost her grace, so they began to treat her harshly, serving her leftovers, and in the winter, either forgot to buy her a quilt, or shortened her charcoal fire, and even changed seasons of clothes rarely bought for her.

　　Si Yan often bought her the ruyi crisp that she loved to eat most when she was in the Tianze Kingdom from outside, bought her clothes that should be in tune with the seasons, stuffed her with a hot stove, and when she was sick and had no one to take care of her, he would take the fried herbs from outside and feed them to her bite by bite.

　　She had never wondered where he had come from, where he slept, what kind of life he was living. She had grown up since she was a child, and she had not suffered any hardships, thinking that gold and silver jewelry could be grabbed with a little effort and fingers.

　　Until one day Si Yan appeared in front of her with a body full of sword wounds, dying, she cried and used her hands to cover his bleeding wounds, but saw the youth smile at her with his teeth and said intermittently——

　　I am sorry.

　　After he was healed, he was still like a wooden head, occasionally provoked by her, and would only blush and not speak, and later they spent more and more time together, and she loved to sit by the window at night, waiting for the young man dressed in black to knock on her wooden window and take her to the roof to see the moon.

　　That was the only thing she could look forward to in the long years she would have stayed in the Prince's Mansion.

　　Qin Yizhi raised an army to attack the Tianze Kingdom, and the Tianze Kingdom lost ten cities and pools, and gradually retreated, not only because it was difficult to defeat the millions of troops of the Chiyan Kingdom, but also because the Prince of the Tianze Kingdom was still worried about his eldest sister who was far away in the Chiyan Kingdom, and Qin Yizhi actually used her as a threat.

　　When she heard the news, she was sitting at the table to depict the portraits of the mother and the father, but the words of the lady were like pinpricks piercing her heart, she gritted her teeth, and the tip of the ink pen shook off a fine piece of ink, obviously when it was warm, but it felt like falling into an ice cave, and it was very cold.

　　The ink pen snapped and landed on the rice paper.

　　The squirrel called out anxiously, "Oh, princess, what's wrong with you?"

　　Her eyes were scattered, the heat filled her eyes for a moment, and the teardrops dripped down, wetting her father and mother in the painting and looking at her face with a smile.

　　As always, it has never changed.

　　I'm going to see him.

　　She said in a dumb voice.

　　The young boy who used to have a sparse eyebrow had become dignified, and he was holding his hands behind his back, wearing an apricot-yellow four-clawed dragon-patterned court dress, twisting his eyebrows, and looking at her with a complicated look.

　　And she had long lost the noble spirit of not being angry and arrogant when she was the eldest princess in the past, and she was no longer wearing the luxurious Aya Luo Jinxiu, she cried and fell to her knees, begging Qin Yizhi to let Tianze Guo have a way of life, or let her have a way of life.

　　Even she felt that her request was so ridiculous.

　　Qin Yi's eyes were filled with intolerance, and he sighed a long sigh, helped her to get up, and said, "In the end, I will bear you, and I will not treat you badly in the future."

　　Her sideburns were disheveled, her face was stained with undried tears, and she looked at him blankly.

　　Fu Zhiwei was put under house arrest, and the guards around the courtyard were heavily guarded, and even the number of times Si Yan came to see her was much less.

　　At first, she washed her face with tears every day, and her body became worse and worse, and often a sudden spring rain would make her high fever and stay in bed for several days.

　　As the days went on, she also became numb.

　　She hated Qin Yizhi, but she hated herself even more.

　　One day, Si Yan came to see her again, and she looked sheepishly out of the Xuan window, a hundred flowers blooming outside the window, and the sunlight reflected the delicate petals a little deeper.

　　She said, Si Yan, I didn't make many mistakes, but once it was a terrible thing, but I still wanted to go home and see.

　　She turned her head to stare at his clean and cold face, and the unfocused eyes gradually converged, revealing a hint of determination and relief.

　　She said that she only wished that the fox would die on the hill and take the wind on behalf of the horse.

　　For her words, Si Yan took her and killed a bloody road from the Prince's Mansion.

　　In the shadow of the sword and light sword, he held a long sword in his hand, dressed in black, escorting her out of the layers of heavy soldiers guarded by the Prince's Mansion, blood splashing on her face, for a moment, she could not tell whether this warm blood was his or someone else's.

　　Qin Yizhi was not reconciled, and sent people to pursue and kill them all the way.

　　Along the way, Si Yan took her to hide in Tibet, the sword came and went, but the chest of the cold youth in front of her was the only place she could rely on and trust.

　　Fu Zhiwei looked at the young man who was holding her corpse on the side of the road and crying loudly, he lost his previous calm self-confidence, lost his previous calm and solemn killing spirit, and only seemed to be the bottomless grief of the abyss.

　　Her heart was sour, and she wanted to tell him not to cry for her, she wasn't worth it.

　　But suddenly the blinding white light dimmed her eyes, and she felt a pair of hands grasping her fiercely, as if to drag her somewhere else.

　　If there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife —

　　And the youth seemed to be aware, and scarlet eyes looked up at the night sky overhead.

　　His gaze became decisive and fierce, and a decision had already been made in his heart.

　　In the winter of the twenty-fifth year of Yongning, the year of Ruixue Mega, the snow trembled majestically on the branches, bending the branches. In recent years, red lanterns have been hung in every household, and the people have gathered around the fire, laughing and nagging at the warm and melting stove in the house.

　　On a remote country road on the border of Chiyan Country, a handsome man sat on his knees in the snow and hugged a woman. His lips were cracked, his bare hands were frozen purple, and his black clothes were tattered, so soaked with blood and sweat that he could not see any color.

Chapter 2

　　In the seventeenth year of Yongning, a round of long moon hung high, and the moonlight flowed like a stream of water among the pavilions and pavilions in the imperial palace.

　　Princess Changle was dozing off on the bed outside, when she suddenly heard the faint and stubborn cries of a young girl's cat coming from inside.

　　"Si Yan, Si Yan ——"

　　She was shocked in her heart, dozing off at all, worried that the princess was afraid that it was not a nightmare, and hurriedly got up and went inside to open the bed curtain, but saw that the girl covered with a brocade quilt had red cheeks, sweat, and wet the wisps of green silk that pillowed her ear.

　　Xiang Yun couldn't care about anything else, reached out and gently pushed Fu Zhiwei, and called out in a loud voice: "Princess, wake up, wake up, wake up quickly, the slave is here." ”

　　However, no matter how you push it, you can't wake up the girl who is in a nightmare.

　　He had never seen his master so weak and powerless, and Xiang Yun was also anxious, and he hurriedly ordered the palace ladies of Zhaohua Palace to go to Fengyi Palace to inform the empress dowager about this matter, and he also hurriedly went to the Tai Hospital with a lantern to ask for the imperial doctor overnight.

　　The palace, which had been sleeping silently in the darkness of the night, was awakened.

　　Inside the Zhaohua Palace, the panicked footsteps and words of the palace eunuchs were heard, and the lanterns hanging under the eaves of the palace reflected the empress dowager who came from the foot of the Fengyi Palace.

　　She did not wear powder, and casually let the palace maid pull a bun and put on an open hair, and her eyebrows were full of anxiety.

　　"What happened to the priesthood?" She saw the palace maid standing at the door of Zhaoyang Palace and asked urgently.

　　"Back to Niangniang, the imperial doctor of the Tai Hospital was inside to diagnose the princess, and listened to xiangyun, who was next to the princess, and said that it seemed that the princess suddenly had nightmares at night, and the high fever did not go away."

　　The palace lady blessed her body and honestly returned to the road.

　　The lights in the Zhaohua Palace were bright, and the palace ladies carried water in and out, and the hall knelt a room full of people. Not long after, a sharp cry came from outside the door from the eunuch pinching his throat: "The emperor has arrived-"

　　The visitor was a middle-aged man of about thirty-five years of age. Dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, his eyes were sharp, his thin lips were tight, and his body revealed a majestic momentum.

　　When the empress saw that the emperor had come, she anxiously greeted him with a golden paw and performed a blessing.

　　"At this time, don't do all this red tape again." He vainly helped the empress, so he took her hand and sat down on the chair above the main hall and asked, "What does the doctor say about the diagnosis?" ”

　　"The doctor said that he was cold at night, and he got cold all night, and he fell into a nightmare, which was not a big deal."

　　Having said that, the empress's face was still shrouded in sorrow, "But it's almost half an hour, and the concubine still can't wake up, and the concubines really don't know how to be good." ”

　　She hesitated for a moment and then said, "When I was asleep, I kept calling out a person's name. ”

　　"Oh?" The emperor raised an eyebrow, which was a strange thing, "Whose name is it?" ”

　　The Empress hesitated for half a second before she could speak, "It's Shu Shu's personal bodyguard, Si Yan." ”

　　Si Yan? The emperor silently recited the name in his heart, and his eyes turned and swelled.

　　He remembered the name.

　　When she was nine years old, she was playful, often thinking about leaving the palace, and begging the palace maids in the palace to take her disguised and go to the street to play one day, but she did not want to be separated from the palace women.

　　The nine-year-old female doll was born with pink carvings, which were a few points more jade and snowy than the dolls painted that year, and the clothes on her body were golden and expensive, and it was natural to be targeted by traffickers on the street.

　　Having lost the heart of the Empress and the Emperor, the palace maid was so anxious that she was about to cry, and like a headless fly on the street, she hurriedly summoned the guards who followed behind her back to look for it in the street.

　　When fu Zhiwei was found, she was lying in the arms of a dirty teenager sleeping with undried tear marks.

　　Before the palace maid could make a sound, Fu Zhiwei was awakened.

　　She yawned, her eyes sleepy, and saw the palace maid standing in front of her with red eyes, raising an innocent smile, and said in a milky voice: "Don't cry, Princess Ben is fine." ”

　　Turning his head to look at the young boy who was holding her, he continued brittlely: "I like this little brother, he saved me from those bad guys, I want to take him back to the palace, let him make me a pressuring prince." ”

　　Seeing Princess Changle's wayward and delicate appearance, the palace maid couldn't help but laugh.

　　In this way, Si Yan entered the palace and became the princess's bodyguard.

　　The Emperor said in a deep voice, "Since Shu Ji is so mindful of that guard, let him go inside and have a look." ”

　　Princess Changle's personal bodyguards are not only Si Yan, usually they are on duty in turn, and today it is not Si Yan on duty.

　　Hearing that Princess Changle was feverish and not retreating, the voices of the people on the other side of the Zhaohua Palace were stirring, and Si Yan's heart was also worried.

　　He was originally an orphan wandering the streets, and when he was eleven years old, he saw a little girl dressed in silk fall into the hands of traffickers.

　　The female doll was born a few points whiter than the moon, and her voice sounded like the chirping of a yellow oriole that had just come out of the valley, and the cry made his heart tremble.

　　Therefore, he had always disdained this act of seeing righteousness and courage, and he actually rescued the little girl for the first time.

　　But I didn't expect that the little girl he had saved was princess Changle.

　　The powder dumpling nestled in his arms, and said in a squeamish voice that she wanted to rob him back to be the minister of the village.

　　The palace maid did not dare to bring this unknown person into the palace at will, so she clutched his shirt and cried incessantly, crying and clamoring to take him home.

　　Time gradually passed, and the little girl who was a little girl grew tall like a willow branch, and in the blink of an eye, she was graceful and graceful, and she did not remember what happened when she was nine years old.

　　But he always remembered.

　　Being able to be brought into the palace by Princess Changle was the greatest blessing in his life.

　　She saved him from displacement, to save him from displacement, he had nothing to repay, the only wish was to be able to accompany Princess Changle silently for the rest of her life, to see her marry and have children, to see her receive a heavenly gift, to protect her life without worry and smoothness, and to ensure her peace and happiness in her life.

　　Just as his thoughts were about to turn around, si li, the dark guard who was on duty next to the princess today, hurried to come with a lantern and shouted, "Si Yan, Si Yan, open the door quickly." ”

　　As soon as Si Yan opened the door, he saw that Si Li hurriedly went around most of the palace from Zhaohua Palace, and even Khan couldn't wipe it, so he said to him: "You boy don't be stunned, hurry up and go to Zhaohua Palace." “

　　Upon hearing the name Zhaohua Palace, his heart tightened, lest something happen to the girl he was thinking about, he asked, "Is the princess okay?" What happened? ”

　　His voice had always been cold and low, and now there was an unconcealable panic.

　　Si Lishi wiped his sweat and replied, "Don't grind and groan, Princess Changle seems to be a nightmare, she has been sleeping for half an hour, and she has not woken up." I don't know why, the emperor actually named you and asked you to go over. ”

　　As soon as his voice fell, he only felt a flash of black shadow in front of his eyes, and a whistle of wind passed in his ears, and the black-clad youth who had just stood in front of him had already run out several meters away.

　　However, after a while, Si Yan fell to his knees in front of the emperor.

　　The emperor squinted, looking at the youth in front of him, rubbing the gilded armrests engraved with unicorn patterns, thoughtful.

　　His dark hair was high behind his head, his sword eyebrows were in his sideburns, and his eyes were quenched with a cold glow like a white blade, and he was polite and courteous, not humble,

　　In terms of appearance, this boy was born really well.

　　"Do you know why Shuo summoned you?" The emperor opened his mouth unhurriedly.

　　Si Yan's heart was frozen, and he held his fist and replied, "Your Majesty, I don't know about my lowly duties." ”

　　"Changle has nightmares tonight, but he is calling your name in a loud voice, do you know why?"

　　Si Yan's body stiffened, and his heart fluttered and jumped.

　　The emperor saw the young man's shocked and disbelieving expression, smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said, "That's it, since Changle is thinking about you so much, you should go to her place first." ”

　　By the time Si Yan eased up, he was already following behind the princess's personal maid Xiangyun, and he still felt that he was stepping on the clouds one foot deep and one foot shallow, as if he was still in a dream.

　　Fu Zhiwei was lying on the bed at this time, only to feel hot and dry, and it was like being in the middle of the white snow, shivering with cold.

　　Many images flashed through her mind. Those pictures were clear, engraved as if they were in her bone marrow, vividly remembered, and the voices in the pictures were especially in her ears, as if she had experienced it herself, arbitrarily breaking into her memory, tearing her fragile will with the power of destruction and decay.

　　Those ignorant hearts, the disappointment of being snubbed day after day, the pain of being bullied, the long-term pain of being sick in bed, and the young brother who heard that the city of Tianze was lost and was abandoned by his own heart, still worried about his own bursts of regret and despair.

　　In the dense forest, the flames of the fire were crowded like life charms, and the bright red blood dripped down the young man's sword, followed by the sound of the horse's hooves, and the rapid breathing of the youth echoed in her ears.

　　Si Yan, Si Yan ——

　　The young man who was guarding her to take her home, the snow, the sound of firecrackers, the cries...

　　Si Yan knelt on the edge of the bed, watching Fu Zhiwei's red lips open and close, eagerly calling his name, one after another.

　　Her furrowed brows tightly, her cheeks flushed, and she stretched out her hands uneasily, desperate to grasp something.

　　He only felt a terrible pain in his heart, as if he had been seduced, and slowly stretched out his hands and firmly grasped the girl's weak and boneless left hand in his hands.

　　"Your Highness, the lowly office is here."

　　He said in a dumb voice.

　　At this time, Fu Zhiwei suddenly settled down.

　　She slowly loosened her tightly frowned willow eyebrows, as if she had found the main bone, and her tense body gradually relaxed, and then her butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she opened her eyes.

　　What comes into view is the angular face of the youth.

　　Fu Zhiwei's heart was sour, he couldn't believe that he could still see him, and he couldn't care what kind of situation he was in at the moment, so he suddenly threw himself into his arms and cried out.

　　"You're still alive."

　　She clutched Si Yan's clothes and snuggled up in his chest, thrusting inside, whimpering like a little beast, "I'm still alive, too good, too good." ”

　　"It's so nice."

　　Si Yan's heart was dull, and he didn't know what had happened to the girl in front of him.

　　Hesitantly, he stretched out his hands and gently stroked her back, and in a low voice he reassured, "It's all right, Your Highness, everything is all right." ”

　　The voice of the youth, like the sound of the bell chimes of the Xiangguo Temple in the middle of the night, was mellow and clear, and with the power to stabilize people's minds, it penetrated into Fu Zhiwei's ears one by one.

　　After tossing and turning for most of the night, Fu Zhiwei also felt tired.

　　Leaning against his thick and powerful chest, she sobbed quietly from time to time, listening to the young man's seemingly out-of-rhythm heartbeat, and after a while she fell asleep.

Chapter 3

　　When Fu Zhiwei woke up, the light of the sky spread over her face through the thin curtain.

　　She sat on the bed with her soft and slippery quilt in her arms, Xu was sleeping too deeply, and for a moment she did not understand where she was and what happened last night.

　　"Xiangyun." She held her forehead, feeling that this sleep was a bit of a headache, and called out, "What time is it?" ”

　　The servant who was standing outside heard the noise in the room, estimated that the master had already gotten up, and hurriedly brought the washing things, ready to wait for Qin Miao to get up at any time.

　　Hearing Fu Zhiwei's sleepy voice coming through the curtain, Xiangyun, dressed in a rosewood tray with copper basins, brocade and soap, lifted the curtain of the bed, smiled and replied: "Back to Your Highness, it is already the time." ”

　　Fu Zhiwei was stunned, she had slept for so long.

　　Xiang Yun handed the hot water soaked Jin pa to his princess, smiled slightly, and continued: "Your Highness suddenly had a nightmare last night, and he couldn't wake up no matter how he called, the emperor and the empress dowager didn't leave until the end of the night, and the emperor actually went to the early dynasty without sleeping all night." ”

　　After a pause, Xiang Yun hesitated slightly, and then said again: "Your Highness has been calling the name of the bodyguard Si Yan last night, and after he fell asleep guarding His Highness, he left in order to avoid suspicion." ”

　　Si Yan.

　　Fu Zhiye silently chewed the name in her heart, and memories of past lives flooded into her mind.

　　Heaven had mercy on her, and finally brought her back to fifteen years old.

　　And in this life, she didn't want to have half an emotional relationship with Qin Yizhi.

　　Even if we meet again, it is already an enemy meeting.

　　What she owed in her previous life, she would return it one by one in her lifetime.

　　She gathered her mind and looked at the peach blossoms outside the window with three or five branches stretching lazily, as if they were one or two strokes of black and thick ink on rice paper, and the ink dots were on the tail end, blending into peach pink flowers.

　　She stretched out and said, "Wait for me to get up, and after freshening up, I will go to my mother and queen to ask for peace." ”

　　After Fu Zhiwei washed up, he rushed to the Fengyi Palace, and it was already lunchtime.

　　The queen was dressed in a silken gold thread gauze dress and was serving an orchid in the main hall, while her ten-year-old brother gathered around the queen, pulling the hem of the queen's skirt and asking, "Mother queen, what happened to the sister?" ”

　　The empress looked tired, but still replied patiently: "Your imperial sister just slept in the middle of the night, it is very good, let her rest." ”

　　Fu Zhiwei smiled and made a silent gesture to the palace maid next to the empress who was planning to make a sound.

　　She smiled and groaned as she walked toward Fu Yan with a small step, and said unhurriedly, "Your Highness can't ask anything about her mother and queen, so it's better to ask the Imperial Sister herself how she is." ”

　　The youngest prince Fu Yan heard his sister's voice and turned his head happily.

　　He saw the young girl in the golden threaded gauze dress standing in the main hall, the sunlight falling obliquely on her face, so he did not hold the queen anymore, and took a big stride towards Fu Zhiwei and shook it step by step.

　　"Is the Imperial Sister already in good health?" The imperial brother and the empress dowager were worried. ”

　　Fu Zhiwei bent down slightly, steadily picked up the apricot-yellow lump of glutinous rice dumplings, smiled and rubbed his nose with the tip of his nose.

　　"You little clever ghost, you know that you hurt the Imperial Sister the most."

　　The little prince saw that Fu Zhiwei was so affectionate to him today, and he lowered his head, rarely shy.

　　When Fu Zhiwei saw his younger brother's appearance, he also laughed.

　　She pinched his soft cheeks, nodded the tip of his nose, and said, "What, I don't like the Imperial Sister like this?" ”

　　"No! No! Seeing that Fu Zhiwei misunderstood his meaning, Fu Yan quickly explained, "The Imperial Sister is close to me, and my heart is happy. ”

　　The Imperial Sister was also very good to him before, but at that time, the Imperial Sister always looked cold and gentle, and no one seemed to see her heart, which made him always feel some distance.

　　The current imperial sister is very good!

　　The little prince hugged Fu Zhiwei and smiled sheepishly.

　　The queen looked at the side and saw that the sisters and brothers were getting along well, and she was very relieved in her heart.

　　She fiddled with the flowers and plants under her hand and said slowly, "There is nothing else to do today, you tossed and turned for so long last night, why don't you sleep more." ”

　　Fu Zhiwei smiled slightly, led the little prince to the empress's side, took the empress's hand and said, "Naturally, I came to thank the empress dowager for guarding me for so long in the Zhaohua Palace yesterday. ”

　　Seeing her daughter's rare delicate look, the queen was very useful in her heart.

　　She smiled at her daughter, who had fallen into ruin, stopped her movements, and said, "Then it is better to stay and eat with your younger brother, speaking of which, your sisters and brothers have not had lunch together for a long time." ”

　　After lunch, Fu Zhiwei played with the little prince for a while, coaxed Fu Yan to take a nap, and then got up to bid farewell to the empress.

　　She turned around and took Xiangyun to the guard camp on the east side of the Shenwu Gate, which was the residence of the palace guards.

　　**

　　After Returning to the Guard Barracks in the middle of the night, Si Yan sat in the room until dawn.

　　Rarely, he did not get up early to practice his sword in the courtyard.

　　The girl's voice was too desperate and sad, and the sound entered his ears, disturbing his original ancient mind, and even when he returned to the room in a daze, he still seemed to be able to hear her calling him in a nightmare.

　　Last night was the first time since he was eleven years old that he had been so close to his little girl.

　　A month ago, the Imperial Guard Minister came to the Imperial Guard Camp to select the Imperial Guard, and saw that although he was in the Guard Camp, he could also discuss the art of war with him, and he was particularly favored, and he intended to promote him, but he refused.

　　But he only wanted to stay with the princess, wanted to take care of her all the time, or still had some luck in his heart, hoping that he could occasionally bump into Princess Changle in the imperial garden for a casual glance.

　　He told the Imperial Guard that he was Princess Changle's personal bodyguard, and if the Lord insisted on promoting him, he should also get the princess's approval.

　　He was also afraid when he said this, knowing that if he really told Princess Changle, I am afraid that Princess Changle would not care about such a guard as himself who did not even know what his name was.

　　Fortunately, the Minister of Imperial Guards was busy with government affairs, and turned his head and forgot about it.

　　Beating-hitting-

　　There was another sudden knock at the door.

　　He got up and opened the door, and saw that the visitor was Si Li again.

　　Si Li looked at him strangely, and looked at him again from head to toe before he said, "Princess Changle has personally come to protect the military camp again to find you, so you should go out to meet you." ”

　　Si Yan was stunned, and did not want to have such a treatment today.

　　He was afraid that the eldest princess had waited for a long time, and he didn't bother to pay attention to Si Li's strange eyes, so he immediately hurried out, walking in a hurry, and almost tripped over the threshold.

　　As he walked out of the courtyard, he heard Si Li's doubtful voice in the courtyard drifting down the wind.

　　"You are a cold person, and you don't know how you suddenly got the blue eyes of Princess Changle."

　　Yes, he thought to himself in his heart, Princess Changle is the moon in the sky, and he is just an ordinary person who looks at the moon.

　　How could he get the favor of Princess Changle?

　　The armor of the guard camp is not luxurious, and everywhere is clean and neat.

　　Fu Zhiwei sat on a chair in the main hall, took a sip of the tea handed by Xiang Yun, and looked at the kneeling youth of His Highness.

　　The tea white tea is thick and pleasant, and the aroma of tea floats leisurely throughout the hall.

　　This is the Lord Bodyguard who accompanied her for eight years in anonymity in the Prince's Mansion, the Lord Bodyguard who made her a killer in the jianghu, and the Lord Bodyguard who carried a long sword and said that he would take her home.

　　He had been silently accompanying her in the Prince's Mansion for eight years, and even if she was a stone, she would be warmed up by the unsmiling young man in front of her.

　　"Get up, don't be polite in front of me."

　　The girl's voice sounded in Si Yan's ears.

　　Si Yan was stunned, lowered his head and replied: "Princess Longzhang Fengzi of Changle, the etiquette is unbreakable, and the lowly post does not dare to act arbitrarily." ”

　　Fu Zhiwei looked at the youth in front of him as if he were stunned, and couldn't help but smile softly.

　　A sly look flashed in her eyes, and she handed the tea to Xiang Yun, who was waiting on the side, and then said slowly, "Since the Si Guards are so strict with etiquette, then if this prince mainly packs up your things and goes to live in the side hall of zhaoyang palace, what should you do?" ”

　　The girl's voice was delicate and crisp, but it was nothing more than a thunderclap falling into Si Yan's heart, and his heart seemed to be hit by an electric current, which made him panic for a moment.

　　He suppressed the consternation in his heart, bit the tip of his tongue, and a trace of pain in his mouth made him wake up instantly, and then stabilized his mind and respectfully replied: "The princess is cautious, the lowly status is low, and there is a difference between men and women, and the lowly position cannot be admitted to the Zhaoyang Palace." ”

　　Fu Zhiwei raised an eyebrow.

　　If he was so polite and courteous, why did he follow her away from home in the previous life and accompany her, a princess who was about to marry?

　　"Si Shu Wei Mo will say it again."

　　She smiled and said with an irresistible majesty in her voice: "I will not take back what I have said, and if you are worried about the father and emperor, then you don't have to worry so much, I will deal with it myself."

　　She waved at the Minister of the Interior, who was standing next to him in a cold sweat, and commanded, "Why are you still stunned?" I will move his things to the Zhaohua Palace today, and if the Father and Emperor ask about it, I will bear it myself. ”

　　The Minister of the Interior of the Consular Guard did not dare to say more, and repeatedly said yes.

　　He glanced at Si Yan, who had fallen to his knees on the main hall, and sighed in his heart, this boy did not know what blessings he had cultivated in his previous life, but he was so valued by Princess Changle.

　　I thought that Princess Changle was afraid that she had forgotten what happened when she was a child, was it difficult to do it, Princess Changle actually remembered it in her heart?

Chapter 4

　　The side hall of The Zhaohua Palace has not been inhabited for a long time, and the courtyard is planted with bamboo trees, standing upright in the daylight.

　　Although it was early spring, the hall was still bitterly cold, and the tables and chairs were placed in the middle of the partial hall in an orderly manner, and when they were gently whisked away with their hands, they knew that the tables and chairs were already covered with thin ash dust.

　　However, this partial hall was located in the palace of the much-loved Princess Changle, so although Fu Zhiwei's move was hasty, he could still barely stay after a simple pick-up.

　　Fu Zhiwei also knew that few people had set foot in the partial hall before, the dust was not cleaned, and the utensils were incomplete, so he always added things to the partial hall.

　　A few days ago, the eunuch was asked to move a plum blossom stake, and yesterday he instructed the Shang Clothing Room to pick a few good materials to make clothes for Si Yan, and today he instructed his subordinates to place stone tables and round stools in the courtyard, saying that another day would definitely pick a good time to drink wine in the side hall and admire the moon.

　　After several times like this, the people in the Zhaohua Palace looked at Si Yan's eyes differently.

　　Fortunately, the eunuchs and palace ladies of Zhaohua Palace were carefully selected by the empress, loyal and loyal, and their mouths were quite strict, and there were no rumors circulating in the palace.

　　However, the emperor listened to the wind of the guard camp and casually asked a few questions, and after being prevaricated by Fu Zhiwei with a few words, he did not mention this little guard any more.

　　The rain and fog are misty, the cold spring is not over, and the cold fog that rises up sweeps up, turning the red bricks and green tiles, and the pavilions and pavilions interlaced with the palace into a hazy landscape painting.

　　Dressed in a thin jacket embroidered with a dark golden phoenix, Fu Zhiwei curled up on the soft bed, watching the spring rain outside the window soak into an intermittent or intermittent white line on the green tiles, and counted the dripping rain from the eaves in boredom.

　　"One, two, three... Oops, and wrong number, Xiangyun, you said that God also has the intention of not going through with me. ”

　　She threw away the walnuts in her hand that she had sought from the queen, and tried to beat the rhythm of the eaves with the rain. However, the raindrops were fast and slow, and one was unstable, and two iron walnuts fell to the ground with a roar.

　　Xiang Yun smiled and echoed: "It is rare for the princess to have such a Yaxing, and the slave maid wants to say that it is not that God and the princess can't get by, but that the princess has the intention of not being able to live with God." ”

　　"You're poor." Fu Zhiwei glanced at Xiang Yun strangely.

　　This lady had grown up with her since she was a child, so she talked to her much closer than other young ladies.

　　In her previous life, the only lady she had taken with her to the Chiyan Kingdom was Xiang Yun.

　　It was still Xiang Yun who begged her for it.

　　At that time, Xiang yun stayed up for a few more years to be enough to leave the palace, and she was in the name of the eldest princess, although she could not marry into the Zhong Ming Ding Food Family, but it was more than enough to be the wife of a merchant's family.

　　Fu Zhiwei knew that this time, Xiangyun was afraid that it would be difficult to find a good family affair, and he was reluctant to take her with him, Xiangyun cried so much that he knelt under Fu Zhiwei's knees, swore a curse, and his voice was miserable.

　　She said that Xiangyun grew up with the princess since childhood, and once the princess went, the future was unpredictable, if there was no intimate person around, Xiangyun could not sit idly by, Xiangyun had nothing else to ask for, and her only wish was to protect the princess's lifelong well-being.

　　Fu Zhiwei could not withstand her pleading, nor was he willing to let this young lady grow up with herself, so she agreed.

　　Unexpectedly, later she was in a dismal situation in the Prince's Mansion, taking care of herself, Xiangyun broke her heart day and night, watching her being treated lightly by the next person, it was also painful.

　　The people under the Prince's Mansion brought her cold meals, but Xiang Yun was angry and quarreled with the little one. No one in the house wanted to take more care of her, so Xiangyun used cold water to scrub her laundry in the winter, and throughout the winter, a pair of hands were frozen and bruised and swollen.

　　Although Xiangyun was her own maid, looking back at the life in the Tianze State Palace, she was also cooking tea and frying snow for her, and these dirty tasks were tiring and did not need her to do.

　　She didn't want her to toss her body like this, but Xiangyun didn't listen, and even got up at night to pick up a lamp to secretly sew a new dress for her, and after a few months, she broke her eyes.

　　In the fourth year of the Prince's Mansion, Xiang Yun fell seriously ill, lying on the sickbed for several months, tormented by the disease, and could not bear to be a drag on her, and finally quietly committed suicide in one night.

　　In her past life, her affairs involved many innocent people.

　　Fu Zhiwei sighed, shrugged his eyelids, and stared absently at the endless spring rain outside the window, looking faintly lost.

　　She rubbed her eyebrows, got up from the soft bed, felt bored, strode to the table, casually lifted the teapot that had been set aside on the table, which was already cold, and poured herself a cup of herbal tea.

　　After the cold and bitter tea was introduced, she felt much more awake.

　　She cleared her throat, looked around the lower hall, found that there was no figure of the young man in black, and asked doubtfully, "What about Si Yan?" ”

　　Xiang Yun covered her mouth and teased, "Princess, can't you forget, yesterday you saw the pearl of the night in the emperor's royal study, but you didn't explicitly ask the emperor for it, and you pestered the little guard all day, and the eccentric envoy called him to steal it today." ”

　　"I didn't see anyone else in the morning, and I guess I really went to the imperial study."

　　This was originally a casual joke, But Fu Zhiwei listened to it but was stunned, and thought about it for half a second before reacting.

　　It seems that there is such a thing.

　　She just played with him yesterday, in the past life this idiot was stupid, if she really stole, in case she was caught by her father and emperor, it would be bad to be pulled to play the board.

　　Thinking of this, she twisted her skirt and fidgeted a little.

　　It was almost lunchtime, Xiangyun had already made her a second pot of tea, Fu Zhiwei waited for a long time and did not see the young man in black, so he was anxious, got up and commanded: "Xiangyun, quickly follow me to the imperial study." ”

　　Xiang Yun saw that there was an anxious look between her eyebrows, and did not dare to be sloppy, so she took an kaiqi and draped it on Fu Zhiwei's body, and turned back to hurry to get the oil-paper umbrella.

　　As a result, just after returning from the umbrella, I saw the girl carrying the hem of her skirt and plunging into the rain.

　　Oh—Princess, wait a, it's still raining outside!

　　Although the spring rain was small, but it was cold and bone-chilling, the princess had only been hot for a few days, Xiangyun was worried that she could not stand the spring rain, the umbrella was not opened, and she also hurried to follow.

　　Fu Zhiwei was worried about Si Yan in his heart, and did not pay much attention to Xiang Yun's shouts behind him, and rushed straight to the gate of Zhaohua Palace.

　　This matter can be big or small, and if the Father is really angry, even if she intercedes in every way, according to the nature of the Father, the death penalty can be avoided, and the living sin will not be escaped.

　　As soon as he left the palace gate of Zhaohua Palace, Fu Zhiwei bumped into a person's chest.

　　She was worried about Si Yan's worries, and her head did not lift, she did not know that it was the eunuch palace lady who did not have long eyes, walked recklessly, and was about to open her mouth to reprimand, but she heard Si Yan's cold voice above her head.

　　"Why is the princess so anxious, but is there a place where the lowly position can help?"

　　Fu Zhiwei rubbed his nose that had been hit and hurt, his eyes widened, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the young man standing in front of her.

　　"You, you—"

　　She held up her white jade finger, trembled and pointed at the youth in front of her, stuttering out in disbelief.

　　In the end, she clenched her five fingers into a fist and hammered the young man's thick chest, and finally held out a sentence in half a day, I thought you really went to the imperial study to steal the Night Pearl for me. ”

　　The young man in front of him had his sword eyebrows stuck straight into his sideburns and condensed into the misty mist, as if the top of his eyebrows had fallen frost and snow, and when he heard the girl's delicate voice, his cold and fierce face eased down slightly.

　　She had just gone so fast, and he was still worried that something big had happened to her.

　　"The emperor's imperial study was heavily guarded, and he really did not dare to act arbitrarily, so he went to the bunk in the capital early in the morning to wait and choose the night pearl for the princess."

　　Fu Zhiwei opened his small mouth slightly ruddy, staring at Si Yan shyly, a pair of phoenix eyes flowing forward to the brilliance of Qing Frost and Proud Snow.

　　The young man in front of him was dressed in black, but he had already been soaked by the spring rain, and his thin lips were slightly sniffed, and there were fine droplets of water condensed on them, like cherries dipped in water.

　　She didn't dare to look at it anymore, blushed, and said with some embarrassment: "Where is the Night Pearl?" ”

　　Si Yan hesitated, hesitating whether to take out the Night Pearl.

　　Although he had been carefully selecting in the shops in the capital for a long time, the princess had seen rare treasures since childhood, and he was afraid that she would not even look at the night pearl that he had spent several years buying.

　　The difference between them was cloud and mud, and these days he could get extra care from the princess, and he thought that he had exhausted all his luck.

　　Fu Zhiwei tilted his head to look at him, his eyes filled with anticipation, and the young man's cheeks were red, and he finally took out the box slowly.

　　Seeing the young girl happily take over the sandalwood box, Si Yan uncomfortably turned his face away, and the red halo on his face spread to the root of his ear, and explained in a panic: "Shy in the pocket of the lowly, this night pearl is inferior to the one of the emperor, I hope the princess will forgive her sins." ”

　　He paused, his voice low, with a hint of imperceptible inferiority.

　　Fu Zhiwei did not hear the impropriety in the words, bent his eyebrows, and could not wait to open the sandalwood box in his hand.

　　Inside the box really lay a lustrous and clear night pearl.

　　Although the night pearl looks small, it is clear and small, like the moon at night, with a faint glow, and the touch is slightly moist and cool, and it is a good color at a glance.

　　Such a pearl of the night, it will take him several years of Lulu.

　　She thought to herself, some heartache Si Yan spent so much money on his casual jokes, and she was proud that she was so important in his heart.

　　Xiang Yun also caught up from behind at this time.

　　She saw the princess and Si Yan standing under the palace gate, worried that the princess was drenched in rain, and saw that the eaves of the palace gate just covered the princess's petite body, and she was immediately relieved.

　　"Princess, you don't care about your own body, and the umbrella doesn't wait for the slave to hit it and rush out."

　　Breathlessly, she hurriedly placed the umbrella above Fu Zhiwei's head to prevent the drizzle from drifting into her placket along the wind.

　　As soon as Fu Zhiwei heard Xiang Yun's words, he also found that half of Si Yan's body was drenched in rain outside.

　　She was a little annoyed by her carelessness, but when she looked up, she saw Si Yan's look of indifference, and her heart was sullen, so she took his hand and pulled him under the eaves.

　　His palms were thick and cold, stained with a little moisture, and there was a thin cocoon on the tiger's mouth.

　　Fu Zhiwei rubbed the Night Pearl, looked up at the young man and smiled, and said crisply, "I like your gift very much." ”

　　Si Yan breathed heavily.

　　The girl's palm was soft and boneless, as soft as the best satin against his palm.

　　He quietly distanced himself from the girl in front of him, afraid that she would hear his beating heart beating like a drum.

　　The drizzling rain floated lightly on the ends of Fu Zhiwei's hair, like a layer of shallow white snow, adding a bit of smokeless breath to her.

　　Like a little fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, it is beautiful to look at.

　　The rain gradually increased, and the wind blew gusts of old trees shaded by zhaoyang palace.

　　Xiang Yun saw the two standing under the eaves and looking at each other wordlessly, and finally reminded in a loud voice: "Princess, this spring rain is miserable and cold, and the infiltration is tight, it is good to return to the palace with the slaves." ”

　　She saw that the princess was different from this little guard, afraid that the princess would think that she managed too much, and added another sentence.

　　"Besides, the guards' clothes are all wet."

　　Only then did Fu Zhiwei return to God.

　　She put the Night Pearl back into the box and smiled and said, "I'm satisfied." ”

　　"I won't be embarrassed for you to make me tea today."

　　"Hmm."

　　The corners of Si Yan's mouth drew a subtle smile, his voice was clear, and he looked at the girl in front of him, and his expression revealed some tenderness that was difficult to hide.

　　He secretly put his hands behind his back, five fingers rubbing his palms.

　　The princess's hand, so soft.

Chapter 5

　　The tea house Sanpinxuan in Beijing is still as loud as usual today.

　　In the midst of the noisy and boiling voices, several tea guests occasionally raised their voices, lifted one foot on the bench, propped the other hand on their legs, and told the anecdotes of the capital with flying eyebrows.

　　Fu Zhiwei wore a turquoise brocade robe embroidered with bamboo leaves, his black hair was raised high by a bamboo hairpin, and sat on the table next to the window in the lobby on the first floor, sipping tea and looking at the crowd.

　　Si Yan sat opposite her, one elbow propped up on the table, the other holding the teacup, looking expressionlessly at the flow of people outside the window.

　　She took a sip of tea, then turned her eyes to the young man sitting on the opposite side and quietly spat out her tongue.

　　She had a hard time breaking up Xiangyun and pretending to be a man to ask him to go out of the palace with herself, but this idiot was confused, didn't say anything, and had to say a few words before she could barely pry something out of his mouth.

　　There was a cacophony outside the door, and someone was shouting something at the door.

　　Fu Zhiwei turned his head to look outside the door, and saw a skinny gray old man standing outside the door, his ragged clothes, blue-white eyes were cloudy, mixed with blood, the skin and flesh were softly collapsed and stuck to the bones, and he was leaning over and drinking from Xiao Er in the store.

　　Xiao Er sent this kind of called Hanako much more every day, impatiently pulling the old man's elbow, dragging the old man out, while scolding: "Where is the call Hanako blocking our family from doing business, go out, go out." ”

　　Fu Zhiwei remembered that in his previous life, he wanted to destroy the country and his family, and these people were displaced, and his heart could not bear it, so he put down his teacup, lifted his robe and got up and walked towards Xiao Er.

　　Si Yan did not trust her alone, saw her walking toward the door of the store, and also got up and silently followed her.

　　Fu Zhiwei arched his hand at Xiao Er and stopped his movements: "Little brother and slow, this old man looks pitiful, let him be at the same table with me." ”

　　"I pay for his tea."

　　She was dressed as a man, petite, with red lips and white teeth, a face like a peach cheek, and a smile with open teeth, with a little flirty meaning.

　　A good look of a young boy.

　　The shopkeeper looked stunned, thinking about how there could be a teenager who was born so iconic, standing in the same place holding the old man's wood-like thin elbow, and forgetting to talk back for a while.

　　Si Yan furrowed his brows behind his back, did not make a sound, and narrowed his eyes unkindly.

　　Fu Zhiwei saw that the little second in the shop was not very smart, and it was inconvenient to pay more attention to him, directly past him, he supported the old man, walked to the table where she was sitting, and said softly: "Old man, you go slowly." ”

　　The old man wiped his tears, trembled and squeezed the wooden crutch, and thanked Fu Zhiwei one after another.

　　"Old man, you have to take a sip of tea first."

　　After taking a seat, Fu Zhiwei poured a cup of tea for the old man and handed it to him.

　　Si Yan was afraid that the old man's coming from an unknown place did not sit down, but instead stood behind Fu Zhiwei, a pair of eyes staring at the old man's movements without squinting.

　　The old man's hands shook and took the teacup, and with a white mouth, he reluctantly took a sip of tea.

　　The tea was clear and pleasant, refreshing to the heart, and he buried his head and drank several sips, which eased his mind.

　　"Old man, what about the people in your family?" How to rest assured to let you out alone. ”

　　The old man sighed a long time, and after holding the teacup to drink the last sip, he slowly opened his mouth.

　　His voice was low and dry, and his breath was stalked in his throat, like the sound of a broken copper iron pot falling, and it was boring.

　　"The little prince did not know that the old family was originally a farmer, and there was a good field around the capital, and he had lived by farming for generations. The family has a large population, and although the life is not rich, it is barely enough to eat a full meal. ”

　　"A few years ago, a wealthy businessman in Beijing bought cotton lumber at a high price in Beijing."

　　"Originally, there were many merchants selling grain in Beijing, and the profits were thin, and in order to sell grain, we commoners had to reduce prices several times, and when we heard that this was such a good business, the old body was also obsessed with it for a while, so we changed to the cotton business."

　　The old man was halfway through his speech and coughed violently.

　　Fu Zhiwei saw it and hurriedly lifted the teapot on the table to re-brew a cup of tea for him and handed it over.

　　"Don't worry, you say slowly."

　　The old man took a sip, exhaled, and continued:

　　"A year later, there were more people growing cotton, and there was a drought and locust plague, and it lost money year after year. The dog in the family has a serious illness and is in urgent need of silver two. In order to treat the dogs, the old family sold this good land, thinking of using this little money to do some small business, but no one in the family is proficient in the art of business, can only watch others take care of the gourd painting scoop, the small shop is ultimately poorly managed, open for a year on the income can not make ends meet, hastily closed. ”

　　After the old man finished speaking, he took a sip of tea, and there was another humorous sigh, and his cheeks were thin and sunken, protruding high cheekbones, and the eyeballs hung empty in the eye sockets, which were particularly penetrating.

　　After Fu Zhiwei listened, he played with the teapot and remembered the continuous war in the Previous Heavenly Ze Kingdom, hundreds of people were homeless, and there was a little more sympathy in his heart.

　　She asked Si Yan to give the old man some silver, and when the old man saw it, his flesh trembled, and a few drops of clear tears fell from his white eyes, and he almost knelt down and prostrated himself with her.

　　She hurriedly let Si Yan stop her, after all, this silver money was just a show of hands for her, and she couldn't afford such a big gift.

　　After sending the old man away, Fu Zhiwei also did not have the mood to sit in the café to watch the liveliness, and summoned Si Yan to return to the palace.

　　Si Yan also sensed that she was not in a good mood. He had never spoken much, and when he saw that Fu Zhiwei was such a decadent appearance today, he didn't know how to comfort the girl, so he had to follow her out of the door of the tea house in silence.

　　There was a carriage parked at the entrance of the tea house, which Fu Zhiwei had brought out of the palace.

　　She lowered her head, looked intimidated, even the small nose of xiu was wrinkled together, and the twilight fell on her face, adding a little bit of confusion.

　　Si Yan wanted to talk and stopped, seeing that Fu Zhiwei was about to get on the carriage, he finally couldn't help it.

　　"Princess, wait a minute."

　　Fu Zhiwei turned his head and looked at him doubtfully.

　　Si Yan's palms were about to be squeezed out of sweat, but the words had already been spoken, and it was difficult to take them back, so he could only say with a hard scalp: "Princess and waiting for a lowly position in the same place, it is good."

　　Fu Zhiwei nodded, wanting to see what he was going to do.

　　"I'm not in the way, you have something to do beforehand."

　　She squeezed out a smile and motioned for him not to worry about himself.

　　Seeing that she agreed, Si Yan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

　　Fu Zhiwei had something in mind and got into the carriage to wait for him.

　　She sat on the carriage and lifted the curtain, looking at the pedestrians on the street or talking and laughing, or hurrying, or with a tired face, her fingers tapping her knees, still thinking about what the old man said.

　　Wealthy businessman.

　　She thought silently in her heart, is this rich merchant also related to Qin Yizhi?

　　Before she could sort out her thoughts, she saw Si Yan appear at the other end of the street in the distance.

　　At this time, the thick twilight color stained half of the sky, if the pen and ink were soaked like rice paper, spread out loosely, the young man was in a heroic posture, and if the bamboo cultivation in the side hall of the Zhaohua Palace could be seen at a glance in the crowd.

　　He walked in a hurry, probably afraid that she had waited for a long time, or perhaps because of nervousness, approaching her only to find that his face was covered with a thin layer of fine sweat.

　　Fu Zhiwei trembled his feather-like eyelashes and looked inquisitively at the young man who was walking towards him.

　　Si Yan walked to the window, took a deep breath, and handed her a sugar cake doll.

　　There was always a heavy breath between his eyebrows, as if it were a thick cloud that could not be dissolved, and only when he saw her would he notice the clear color of the clouds and the moon.

　　Fu Zhiwei took it from his hand in a daze and winked at him before slowly lowering his eyes to look at the sugar cake doll.

　　This is a female doll dressed as a boy.

　　The doll was not exquisitely made, although dressed in men's clothes, but a pair of eyes dotted with exaggerated long eyelashes, at a glance, I knew that it was a daughter's family.

　　She couldn't help but chuckle.

　　Seeing that the girl in the carriage finally showed a smile, the stiff muscles of Si Yan's face also relaxed.

　　Fu Zhiwei took a bite of the sugar cake into his mouth, still hot.

　　It's also sweet.

　　She was holding a golden sugar cake, the sugar surface reflected the sparkling golden light, and was crossed by the sunset layer of gold leaf, looking at the cold youth and asking softly, "Why did you buy me sugar?" ”

　　The girl's voice is soft and sticky, a few points cuter than a milk cat.

　　Si Yan lowered his eyes in confusion and did not answer the call.

　　Fu Zhiwei looked at him with sugar cake eyes without blinking, wanting to wait for an answer.

　　"Because I want the princess to be happy."

　　For a long time, she heard his thin, cicada-like voice.

　　She smiled, carefully stuck out her tongue and licked a bite of the sugar cake, and replied, "You can really coax girls." ”

　　At this thought, she suddenly felt a sour bubble in her heart.

　　When Si Yan heard that the young girl misunderstood his meaning, she stood still and explained seriously: "Everything that the lowly post does is out of the heart. ”

　　He narrowed his eyes, hid the affection in his eyes, and continued: "These things can be done as you wish. ”

Chapter 6

　　Shen Wan, led by the maid into the main hall of the Zhaohua Palace, saw that in the main hall, except for the palace maids who were standing, she did not see Fu Zhiwei's shadow at all, and was about to ask out loud, when she saw Fu Zhiwei's personal maid hurriedly greet her from outside the door.

　　Shen Wan's mother was the concubine of the general Hun Qi, who later married the Marquis of Zhongyong and was handkerchief with the current empress, and Shen Wan often took her into the palace when she was young.

　　The two of them were of similar age, and shen wan and Fu Zhiwei became acquainted with each other, and when they were young, they often went up to the trees together to dig bird nests, and went down to the pond to catch fish in the pond in the imperial garden.

　　These two ancestors were partial and noble lords, and they could not be scolded, and the people in the palace not only had to endure hard, but also had to speak kindly and persuade each other, so as not to blame the empress dowager for being too indulgent of these two ancestors.

　　Once, Shen Wan, out of nowhere, got a book of words and folds, specifically about how to fight cocks in the capital.

　　The book meticulously describes how powerful the rooster was born, with tight and well-proportioned thighs, large and sharp eyes, a short and thick beak, and a tail feather. Two chickens fight each other, drum wings stand tall, like a peng wrestling, you have to peck a chicken head to break the blood flow before you stop.

　　Shen Wan and Fu Zhiwei were fascinated, so they also had to learn the words, and the next day they brought a big rooster with them.

　　In the former dynasty, the style of royal cockfighting was popular for a while, from the prince and the minister to the common people, all of which were not exempt from the customs. Some people are knighted because of chickens, and some people are enemies because of chickens.

　　Xu Zilin, the former chancellor of the dynasty, was emotionally agitated during the cockfighting, and drew his sword and stabbed his opponent to death on the spot, and li Sancheng, a commoner with a flat head, was appreciated by the king because of his exquisite chicken raising skills, so he ascended to the heavens one step at a time and became a courtier of the chaotic dynasty.

　　When the wind of the world rises, a chicken will attain the Tao, and a man will ascend to heaven.

　　The emperor saw that these two female dolls had been infected with such vices at a young age, and he was furious, reprimanded the two fiercely, and punished them for standing in the imperial garden holding chickens for an afternoon, and the two chaos demon kings only relented a little.

　　As he grew older, Fu Zhiwei became more and more calm and quiet, and Shen Wan grew into a heroic girl, dancing with swords and guns, riding horses and practicing swords, everything was good, and Huo Ran had the style of her mother's tiger girl.

　　Xiang Yun smiled and blessed her body, explaining: "Miss Shen is a lot of slack, the princess in recent days in the Zhaohua Palace often like to go to the side hall, stay is a whole day, the slave maid will take Miss Shen to look for the princess." ”

　　The cloister of zhaoyang palace was full of twists and turns, and the flowers and trees on both sides were sparse and quiet, and Shen Wan could hear the laughter of the young girls coming from the side hall from afar.

　　Not long after, the side hall arrived.

　　Xiang Yun rushed to Shen Wan's salute in front of him, and then withdrew to the side.

　　Shen Wan lifted his feet and walked in, but he saw that the courtyard was quiet and empty, and he felt strange in his heart, and then he heard the crisp and gentle voice of the young girl coming from the roof, like a lark sprinkled with joy on the branch.

　　"You've arrived."

　　What Fu Zhiwei summoned was Shen Wan's small characters.

　　As soon as Shen Wan looked up, he saw Fu Zhiwei lazily lying on the roof basking in the sun.

　　Beside her was a young man dressed in black on one knee, full of cold breath, holding a plate of cherries in his left hand, and feeding the leisurely woman one by one with his right hand stiffly.

　　His brow furrowed, as if he did not approve of the girl's wanton behavior, but the roots of his ears were quietly red.

　　"Huh? How did you get on the roof? ”

　　Shen Wan, frightened by Fu Zhiwei's unusual behavior today, asked in a loud voice.

　　She heard that Fu Zhiwei had a fever at night a few days ago, and her heart was concerned, counting that her body should be well nourished in the past few days, she came to the palace to see her, but she didn't want to change her temperament a lot.

　　Counting his past life, Fu Zhiwei had not seen his little sister for eight years, and at first glance, he was a little excited, so he forgot to let Si Yan support him, and he struggled to get up from the roof.

　　The tiles under her feet were loose, and she stumbled, almost falling.

　　Seeing that the girl was shaking and about to fall, Si Yan's heart tightened, not caring about the difference between men and women, and extended his long arms to neatly wrap the girl in his arms.

　　This action happened in the blink of an eye, Si Yan hugged Fu Zhiwei, turned over and jumped, and fell steadily from the roof to the ground.

　　He thought about the dangerous scene just now, a little annoyed that she did not care for herself so much, and when he looked down, he saw that the girl in his arms did not have the slightest nervousness and fear between her eyebrows, but instead looked at him with a smile.

　　He forgot to be angry, his breathing was chaotic in an instant, and his soul was going to be hooked by her.

　　Shen Wan looked at the man in black holding a girl dressed in white, looked at his nose, looked at his heart, put his fist on his lips with one hand, and coughed softly.

　　When Si Yan and Fu Zhiwei heard this cough, their faces were slightly red, and they also reacted at this time.

　　Fu Zhiwei took a slight step back and patted her skirt with some embarrassment.

　　"Hey, I'm not playing with that wood anymore."

　　Fu Zhiwei stepped forward and took Shen Wan's hand and said as if he were a child, "You judge, I even let him carry me to the roof to take out the identity of Changle to suppress him, which princess lives so well that I live like this." ”

　　Shen Wan, holding down the green tendons that protruded from his forehead, had some sympathy for this young man.

　　This nature of The Present is also strange and difficult for people to be family.

　　Si Yan showed a hint of embarrassment, but he didn't look at Shen Wan,000 and walked into the shadows of the courtyard to stand.

　　"How do you feel that you have a disease, but your temperament is getting more and more back."

　　Shen Wan didn't pay much attention to it, and walked around Fu Zhiwei, squinting his eyes up and down.

　　Fu Zhiwei stood generously and let his little sister look at it casually, and also rubbed his head on Shen Wan's face, smiling and squinting: "Take a trip at the ghost gate, of course, you have to see a lot." ”

　　"Didn't you say you were going to ride a horse today?" I also took my bodyguard out for a walk. ”

　　The horse farm on the western outskirts of Beijing is full of green grass, and from the distance from the horse farm are low and low mountains like waves, attacking the city in a big way on the land, rising and falling, scattering and closing, occasionally eagles screaming and gliding with their wings, while the sky above is a boundless blue wave, a round of hot sun, blurring the boundary with the sky.

　　Fu Zhiwei changed into a cool red suit, followed by Si Yan in black.

　　The horse farms in the western suburbs have been open to the dignitaries and nobles in the capital for many years, and many of them include the sons of nobles and the ladies of the official family.

　　Shen Wan had already picked a horse in the stable.

　　Fu Zhiwei had the heart to be alone with Si Yan, so he took Si Yan and paced slowly and slowly, and walked towards the stables without hurrying.

　　These days together, she finds her bodyguard adult interesting.

　　At this time, a woman walked towards Fu Zhiwei.

　　Her skin is like snow, her eyes are like autumn waves, her lips are not dotted, and the weak willow wind is like Tingting walking towards Fu Zhiwei, like a lotus flower blooming in the pond, shaking step by step, step by step, and the wind is beautiful.

　　She saw Fu Zhiwei, slightly blessed her body, and said softly.

　　"See the eldest princess."

　　It was The concubine of Tobe Shoshu, Li Jiarou.

　　Seeing that it was her, the corners of Fu Zhiwei's mouth evoked a sneer.

　　She hadn't forgotten this man.

　　Li Jiarou has always enjoyed the title of the first talented woman in Beijing, and she is proficient in all piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is familiar with history books and is erudite and versatile, which is the object of pursuit by many talents.

　　In her previous life, she disregarded Lun Chang's insistence on following Qin Yizhi to the Chiyan Kingdom, and behind her was her push.

　　At that time, Shen Wan was angry that she had fainted because of her love, and after persuading her to no avail, he was locked up in the Zhongyong Mansion and did not want to see her.

　　She felt that Shen Wan's words were right in her heart, but in her heart she could never get over her own hurdle, always fantasizing about the affairs of the family and the country and the love between men and women, and could be talked about separately.

　　Fu Zhiwei did not want to sit in this palace, so he often went to the poetry and hop tea party of those noble ladies.

　　Li Jiarou deliberately approached five times, often helping her to create opportunities to meet with Qin Yizhi, whispering in her ear how good Qin Yizhi was to her, and saying how rare it was to be able to please each other, and advising her not to go against her heart.

　　Fu Zhiwei also really believed her words, thinking that he and Qin Yizhi were really the bitter mandarin ducks staged in that drama, and they had wasted their lives in vain for these illusory national enemies.

　　At that time, she was coaxed around by Li Jiarou's words, and gradually alienated Shen Wan, and now that she thinks about it, she is also unclear, which is ridiculous.

Chapter 7

　　Li Jiarou and Fu Zhiwei were only nodding their heads, so after the ceremony, she wanted to get up and leave.

　　Fu Zhiwei called out to her.

　　"Miss Li Pingsu loves to sing poetry the most, why are you so interested in riding horses at the racecourse today?"

　　Li Jiarou's figure paused, as if she did not expect that this Princess Changle, who had several faces, would be so concerned about her whereabouts.

　　Li Jiarou squeezed the jinpa in her hand, bit her lip, and hesitated for half a sound before replying: "The flowing water is not rotten, the household hub is not beetle, and it is also moving." This is what the ancestors often said, and Rou Jia deeply believes that it should be emulated. ”

　　Fu Zhiwei sighed, skimmed his head, and thought in his heart that this first talented woman in the capital was really a crepe, and when he thought about it, he also felt that his question was really a bit confusing.

　　It's just that In the previous life, Li Jiarou tried her best to match her and Qin Yizhi's actions, which always made her feel a little wrong.

　　After a few words of greeting, Li Jiarou retired with the maid, and Fu Zhiwei continued to walk towards the stables with Si Xuan.

　　The little girl in the stable was Princess Changle, who greeted her with great courtesy, and led her through the horses in the stables one by one, explaining the breed of horses in detail.

　　Fu Zhiwei was not good at riding, but she grew up with Shen Wan, and she also roughly dabbled in a few points.

　　She listened absently as she talked absently, her eyes glancing at these good colts that were restless in the stables with their noses ringing, and her mind was full of thoughts about the things of the previous life.

　　In the previous life, she threw herself on Qin Yizhi's body, and spent eight years in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion, and she knew very little about the turmoil in the court and the war in front of her, and she could only try to spell out five or six points from the conversations between the people under her, or the fragmentary news that Si Yan occasionally brought back.

　　She sighed in her heart, a little frustrated, but she felt that she was born again, and she could not continue to nest like this.

　　That's why she wanted to get some news out of Li Roujia's mouth.

　　Fu Zhiwei was thinking about other things in his heart, and it was a little annoying to hear where Xiao Wei was chattering, so he pointed to one of the horses in the stables and said, "I think this horse is good, it is snow-white, sharp and thin, and it is perfectly suitable." ”

　　Xiao Wei looked at the horses in the stables, the warm smile on his face froze, rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and said: "The horse that the princess wants, named Zhaoye Jade Lion, is the best of the horses, and being able to look at this horse shows that the princess has a very good eye." ”

　　"It's just that this horse is wild, and I'm afraid it's not suitable for women to ride." The little one did not dare to say half a lie, and asked the princess to think twice. ”

　　The horse farm belongs to the royal family, and the people who come to the horse farm are all nobles in the capital, so the horses inside are all of the best quality.

　　However, the horse that Fu Zhiwei was looking for was a famous horse that the steward of the horse farm had just found back from outside the guan with great efforts, and could travel thousands of miles a day, with a violent and obedient temperament, and it was difficult to obey the discipline.

　　If this fierce horse wounded the eldest princess by half a point, the holy man would blame him, and no one in the horse farm would be able to bear such a sin.

　　Fu Zhiwei saw Xiao Wei's embarrassed expression, and he was not annoyed, but instead smiled and squinted and dragged Si Yan, who had been silently following her behind, from behind, and said without much concern: "Don't worry, I let him take me to ride this horse." ”

　　She turned her head back, shook Si Yan's arm, and asked, "Si Yan, are you saying that I am right?" ”

　　Si Yan looked at her with some helplessness.

　　"It is a matter of the princess's safety, the princess should not come to the princess, and it is contrary to etiquette to ride a horse with the princess in a lowly position."

　　The outstanding guards in the guard camp were all proficient in riding, Si Yan was quite intelligent, learning a little bit, often citing one thing and another, he was already under the weight of the Minister of the Guard, coupled with extraordinary talent, so the Minister of the Guard of the Guard took more guidance and care of him in everything.

　　He was sure that he could tame the Night Jade Lion, but it was difficult to guarantee that something would go wrong with the princess.

　　It is indeed inappropriate for a lone man and a widow to ride a horse together.

　　Xiao Wei also wiped cold sweat from the side and echoed: "Princess, this little guard is right." There are also some good horses in the stables, although they are not as tall and powerful as this one, but the noble women who come to the horse farm in the capital prefer this small pony, with a gentle temperament and medium body size, which is convenient for the noble women to ride. ”

　　Fu Zhiwei glanced at Xiao Wei, and his mood was suddenly a little depressed.

　　This little boy had no eyesight to see, where she wanted to ride this Illuminati Jade Lion, she was clearly riding with her righteous and honest guard lord by the head of this fierce horse.

　　She stomped her feet, and seeing that both of them were justified, she seemed unreasonable.

　　She pitifully pulled the corner of Si Yan's clothes, changed into a look of tears, and said grievously: "Can't such a small wish be realized by Princess Ben?" ”

　　Si Yan listened to her delicate and soft voice like a yellow oriole bird, and the girl's sweet fragrance slipped into the tip of his nose as if it were nothing, only to feel that her heartbeat was about to miss a beat.

　　This beauty was just right, and when he reacted, he saw that the successful girl smiled like a sneaky cat, and joyfully asked Xiao Wei to lead the Jade Lion to the horse farm.

　　Si Yan had to follow her and lead the horse.

　　The girl in front of her was dressed in red with narrow sleeves, and if the camellia flowers that bloomed just right, stood on the horse farm, beautiful and incomprehensible.

　　These days are as unreal as a dream to him.

　　A few days ago, he was an unknown little guard in the guard camp.

　　And now the princess was standing in front of him, smiling at him.

　　The people under the Zhaohua Palace had tight mouths, but he also knew from their eyes that he could get such a green eye from the princess, and he could get such a treat from the princess, which was definitely not like the treatment that an ordinary guard should have.

　　How others criticized him, he did not feel humiliated, nor did he feel irritated, he was just afraid that these gossip would turn into sharp blades to stab the princess.

　　But he also hoped that such a self-deceitful day would last longer.

　　He had blood on his hands, but he wanted to take the moon in the night into his arms and take it for himself.

　　Shen Wan often went to the horse farm, so she kept her foal directly in this stable for many years.

　　Her mother locked her up in the Zhongyong Mansion for several days, and when she saw her every day, she was worried about her marriage, and annoyed Shen Wan, and today she had a hard time finding Fu Zhiwei's head and sneaking to the horse farm, naturally she did not wait for her, and hurriedly pulled her own beloved horse from the stables and did not know where to go to the wilderness.

　　Fu Zhiwei also happened to seize this opportunity to cultivate feelings with Si Yan, her little guard was originally an impersonal look, if there were others present, it was simply a stone that could not be opened.

　　She just wanted Si Yan to take her to the horse, when suddenly the voice of Qi Wang Qingrun came from behind her.

　　"Changle? Are you feeling better? Interested in coming to the racecourse so soon? ”

　　Emperor Xian had many heirs under his knees, and King Qi was the younger brother of the emperor, who was twelve years younger than the emperor

　　Although the King of Qi was twenty-three years old, he was in the midst of a prosperous life, and in addition, he did not marry a wife in the palace, and for a while he was also a hot golden bachelor and relative in the noble women's circle in the capital.

　　"It turned out to be Uncle Fifteen." Fu Zhiwei bowed his head in response. "It's a coincidence that today I can even meet Uncle Fifteen Emperors at the horse farm."

　　The age difference between Fu Zhiwei and The King of Qi was not large, so she was a little less restrained about seeing the elders for this fifteenth emperor uncle, and she could also chat a few words when they met.

　　"Half a moon is gone, why is there more than one guard behind you?" King Qi saw Fu Zhiwei followed by a cold young man he had never seen before, and raised an eyebrow.

　　"I heard that you had a nightmare a few days ago, and you called out a person's name in your mouth, is it not possible that it is him?"

　　When Fu Zhiwei heard King Qi's words, he was slightly stunned.

　　She didn't know much about her nightmares except those close to her. Even Qiu Qiu mentioned it to her aunt because she was afraid that Qiu Qiu would come to the palace to harass her these days, and the fifteenth emperor not only knew her nightmare, but even knew that she called a person's name in the nightmare.

　　Despite thinking like this, Fu Zhiwei still had a calm look.

　　"The nightmare is not a big thing worth mentioning, so it doesn't bother Uncle Fifteen Emperors." She said without being salty or light, "Although there are many rumors in the palace, the fifteenth emperor uncle must not put the cart before the horse, I really think that what those palace eunuchs with broken mouths say is true." ”

　　In the end, Fu Zhiwei also felt that his words were clearly and secretly prickly, and added: "I will not occupy the time of the fifteenth emperor uncle, and I will retreat first." ”

　　King Qi was also an interesting person, knowing that Fu Zhiwei was annoyed with him, touched his nose and asked Xiao Wei to lead his horse to the other side of the horse farm.

　　After driving away the King of Qi, Fu Zhiwei began to pestering Si Yan to take her to the horse again.

　　Si Yan had always been soft on her, and could not help her from pleading several times, so he had to nod his head in response.

　　He stepped on the horse's pedal with his left foot, and with his right foot, he stomped on the ground with the force of his right foot, and he turned over and jumped on the horse's back.

　　As soon as he got on the horse, the Jade Lion began to uncomfortably buckle his front hooves and smack his nose hard. Before long, it suddenly moved violently, raised its front hooves high, flicked its own white mane, and kicked forward and backward, trying to throw the person on horseback out.

　　Let it move as it pleased, Si Yan sat firmly on the horse's back, looking solemn, clutching its mane deadly.

　　The action of the Jade Lion in the Night was extremely intense, and suddenly it took Si Yan and spread the horse's hooves and ran wildly.

　　Its limbs were slender and symmetrical, the sound of the horses' hooves was thicker than the drumming of the city gates, the wind of hunting was rolled up during the march, and the weeds on the horse farm were crowded on the horses' hooves by the wind, and the dead fit attracted the eyes of the people on the horse farm.

　　After a few laps, it was meek.

　　Fu Zhiwei was stunned at the side, and felt that the wild words he had put down earlier about having to ride this horse were really self-sufficient.

　　Si Yan looked at Fu Zhiwei's dazed look and ticked the corners of his lips.

　　After he sat down, he rode his horse to Fu Zhiwei, took the reins of the horse in his right hand, and extended his left hand to Fu Zhiwei.

　　Fu Zhiwei hurriedly put his hand on his hand.

　　His palm was rough and powerful, and the moment his palm touched, she felt the warm body temperature of the youth and quietly blushed.

　　When Fu Zhiwei put his right hand on the palm of his hand, Si Yan tightened her right hand and pulled her into his arms with a gentle force.

　　The Illuminated Jade Lion under him slammed his ears backwards in unison, flat against his neck, and clasped his front hooves heavily, expressing his dissatisfaction.

　　Fu Zhiwei sat on his horse, leaning against the young man's solid and powerful chest, and in a trance, he thought that he had returned to those moments of escape.

　　The sound of wind and rain was staggering, and there was the sound of swords colliding next to her ears, and only here, she could always rely on, never abandon her.

　　She suddenly covered her mouth and smiled secretly.

　　Fortunately, her bodyguard was still by her side.

　　Everything was just fine, and she didn't miss him.

Chapter 8

　　Shen Wan, with the reins of the horse, walked around them, picked his eyebrows, picked up the corners of his eyes, and stared playfully at Fu Zhiwei.

　　"What, I don't want to talk about it."

　　She raised her jaw, raised her head in the direction of Si Yan, and asked in a loud voice with interest.

　　Fu Zhiwei's face was a little hot from being stared at by Shen Wan.

　　She, a sister who grew up, had always been raised to look like a man, and her father was happy to see her succeed, often taking his daughter into the barracks in a soldier's clothes and mixing with the soldiers.

　　The daughter's family's heart was placed on the table by Ming Huang, and Fu Zhiwei felt ashamed and angry, and raised his hand to beat her.

　　"Hey, don't you kid me."

　　Shen Wan, seeing her look like this, laughed a few times, and realized that these words should be said in private.

　　She did not tease Fu Zhiwei anymore, but squeezed her eyes playfully, and with a roar in her mouth, she ran towards the hinterland of the grassland.

　　Shen Wan waved his hand backwards in a dashing manner, and the melodious sound was mixed with the sound of kicking the horse's hooves.

　　"Come back and talk to me."

　　Just after sending Shen Wan away, Fu Zhiwei was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he saw that the King of Qi was also riding a horse towards her.

　　He waved his hand at Fu Zhiwei from afar, and sat on his horse with great energy, without Wang Ye's shelf at all, as if he had forgotten the unpleasantness just now.

　　"Changle—do you look good at me?"

　　King Qi triumphantly rode slowly to her side, loosened his shoulders, straightened his waist, and pulled out one hand to straighten his sideburns that were blown by the wind.

　　It looked like a peacock.

　　Fu Zhiwei couldn't help but cover his mouth and eat and laugh.

　　She, the fifteenth emperor uncle, has treated her very well since she was a child, often bringing her some food from outside the palace to relieve her hunger, and her temperament is also cheerful and free, and she is the most approachable.

　　Fu Zhiwei saw his heartless and lungless look, remembering his previous doubts about him, and was a little ashamed.

　　She had only just resurrected for a lifetime, and she had too many worries and a lot of doubts, so she left an eye on everything, but this time she thought about it, the maids in the palace liked to nag when they were idle, and where did Uncle Fifteen Emperor Xu hear the mouths of those people.

　　She sat up straight, some distance away from Si Yan, and was about to talk back, when suddenly there was an anxious cry from the side.

　　"Oh, Miss, be careful."

　　Fu Zhiwei and King Qi looked over together and found that Li Jiarou's face was red, and he was sitting on the back of his horse trembling, and did not dare to move.

　　The water vapor stained Li Jiarou's almond-like eyes misty, looking particularly miserable, looking down at her red mouth was bitten white, and a pair of white and greasy little hands trembled and grasped the reins, like the best soft paws.

　　The horses wagged their tails, and there was a rush of squirrels around them.

　　Most of the men who can ride horses are adult men, but because of the difference between men and women, they do not dare to go up and help this lady with the highest status, and although the mane she brings out is inferior to her, she is also much better than the ordinary mane, and can only stand under the horse and do a hurry.

　　Fu Zhiwei did not pick up the stubble of Qi Wang's previous words, looked at Li Jiarou, and said half-jokingly: "Uncle Fifteen Emperors, this little girl is in a hurry to become like this, why not take advantage of this to ride a horse together and solve the marriage matter." ”

　　. The corners of Qi Wang's mouth twitched, and his temples jumped suddenly, "You are a girl's family, see what you say." ”

　　He glanced up at the black-clad youth sitting behind Fu Zhiwei, and wanted to look away, but suddenly remembered something, and the originally calm and waveless pupils suddenly set off an unpredictable cloud wave, looking at this cold-looking guard with some speculation.

　　This person, King Qi squinted, and his gaze became deeper.

　　It looks a bit familiar.

　　The cry of the beard was even more anxious, one or two anxious like ants on a hot pot, and the jinpa they were holding was crumpled by them.

　　"Miss, go slower."

　　"The front—hey, that means you, go and hold the rope, and don't let the lady fall."

　　Fu Zhiwei turned his head along the line of sight of King Qi, and saw that King Qi's eyes were tightly locked on Si Yan with the meaning of inquiry, and his heart was suddenly a little uneasy.

　　And the voice of the beard next to it is getting louder and louder, lining this horse farm like a stage.

　　Fu Zhiwei smiled and nuzzled his mouth towards that side.

　　"Does Uncle Fifteen really not go and see it?"

　　King Qi withdrew the gaze that had fallen on Si Yan's body, and only then did he look over to the other end.

　　Li Jiarou was shaking on horseback, his face was pale, his face was shocked, and he couldn't take care of the doubts in his heart, so he raised the reins of the horse and ran towards that side.

　　"Changle, then I'll quit first."

　　Fu Zhiwei answered, looking thoughtfully at his back.

　　The eldest daughter of Tobe Shoshu is also unable to have an accident at the horse farm.

　　Si Yan's equestrian skills were exquisite, and one afternoon down, Fu Zhiwei was taken by him to run the entire horse farm.

　　The sun shines brightly during the day, but at this time the night will darken, and the moon will shyly emerge beyond the clouds. The evening wind swirled across the horse farm and playfully slipped into Fu Zhiwei's sleeve, making her feel the slightest chill.

　　Fu Zhi shrunk his body and leaned closer to Si Yan.

　　Si Yan held the reins in both hands, felt the shrinking of the girl in his arms, frowned, quietly tightened his arms a few points, and said: "Princess, it will be late, we should also turn around and go back." ”

　　She had only been suffering from the cold and high fever of the night a few days ago, and he was a little worried that she would not be able to withstand the cold wind of this horse farm.

　　Listening to Si Yan's deep voice coming from above her head, she didn't want to turn back so quickly.

　　It's hard to catch an opportunity to cultivate feelings, is it easy for her?

　　The lookout platforms around the racecourse are lit up in turn with red lanterns.

　　She sat up straight and looked off into the distance of the racecourse.

　　At the end of the transition from the meadow to the sky was a lush and crowded forest, and the canopy of the sun was fluffy and soft, and the waves were rolling up on the vast grassland, standing against the mountain, obscuring her view of the farther and wider.

　　Fu Zhiwei pointed to the shaded woods, pulled Si Yan's clothes, and whispered, "Si Yan, I want to go there to have a look." ”

　　The wind gradually increased, blowing around the green grass in the sky, smashing the sound of small talks coming from the stables, and the melodious horse whistle, Si Yan subconsciously wrapped Fu Zhiwei a few points tighter.

　　"That wood is rarely set foot, and if the princess really wants to go, she will take the princess with her tomorrow."

　　Si Yan's always cold voice softened.

　　The girl in her arms was thin and small, and her thin shoulders seemed to be blown away if the wind was stronger.

　　"Shall we go to the edge of that woods?"

　　Fu Zhiwei tightened the clothes on his chest and did not make any noise. Because of sleepiness, her voice lost the crispness of the day, but instead brought a little bit of hooked nasal sounds.

　　The sound of horses' hooves sounded methodically again.

　　Fu Zhiwei struggled and straightened up again, trying to see where Si Yan intended to take her, but was pleasantly surprised to find that she was getting closer and closer to the woods.

　　The corners of her mouth, which had already been shrugged down, rose up, changed her previous withered look, turned her head high and wanted to look at the young man's expression at this time, but when she bumped into the black-clad youth holding the reins of the horse, she also lowered her head, and the corners of her mouth looked at her with a smirk.

　　She felt a heat on her face and buried her head in his chest with some embarrassment.

　　"I knew you were the best!"

　　The girl's muffled voice drifted from his arms, but the tone of her voice could not stop rising.

　　When the Jade Lion slowly stepped on the horse's hooves to the edge of the woods, Fu Zhiwei's head tilted slightly forward, little by little, and was dozing off.

　　Si Yan looked at the tired color between the girl's eyebrows, and couldn't bear to disturb her sleep, but seeing that the wind was getting stronger, he still called out.

　　"Princess, wake up, it's here."

　　Fu Zhiwei rubbed her eyes, and looked at the forest that was still standing under the fiery clouds before, and looked at her with a confused face.

　　"It's arrived." She muttered quietly, straightened her right hand, touched her eyes with her left hand, and yawned, obviously too tired to open her eyes.

　　She glanced at the woods with interest.

　　Now she wanted to go back to the palace and go to sleep.

　　"I'm so sleepy, Sir, let's go back."

　　Because he had just woken up, Fu Zhiwei's tail note was inlaid with a vibrato, like a cat fluttering butterfly, scratching si Yan's heart, tickling his heart.

　　However, before Si Yan could reply, the Zhaoye Jade Lion suddenly made a loud snort, the horse's neck was raised high and backwards uneasily, the front hooves were rubbing straight up in the sky, the eyes were as big as a brass bell, slightly protruding outwards, and the ponytail was swinging anxiously on the back of the hip.

　　Si Yan secretly said that it was not good, just trying to pull the reins to pull the horse's neck back, the Night Jade Lion rushed out like an arrow off the string, and the inside of his nose whistled and whistled, and he ran towards the depths of the woods.

　　This is worthy of being a famous horse outside the Guanwai.

　　Its muscles tensed, hooked its head, and straightened the horse's legs, but it did not look at the scenery next to it, but rushed in with a stunned head.

　　It all happens in the blink of an eye.

　　Before Fu Zhiwei could react, he was held in his arms by Si Yan deadly, listening to the wind whistling in his ears, like a knife scraping her cheek, stabbing her with excitement, dozing nothing, but he wanted to move but did not dare to move for half a minute.

　　Si Yan gritted his teeth and his hands burst into flames, pressing Fu Zhiwei firmly on the horse's back, lest the Night Jade Lion throw her out.

　　With both hands, he tried to control the direction of the horse, but the horse's neck carried the strength to pull the mountain, but instead dragged him forward, almost trying to break the reins of the horse out of his hands.

　　He did not dare to gamble on the safety of the princess, so he had to firmly imprison Fu Zhiwei in his arms, and did not dare to make any other moves.

　　The Jade Lion of Illumination was running faster and faster, its hooves churning and swinging more and more amplitude, trying to break free of Si Yan's shackles.

　　It lay dormant for a day, seemingly just waiting for this moment.

　　I don't know how long this Jade Lion ran, the thick rope rubbed Si Yan's hands, making him feel fiery pain.

　　With a powerful bend, the Jade Lion of Zhaoye made a full arc on its hips, and threw him and Fu Zhiwei off the horse with great weight.

　　Si Yan was shocked, and could not care about anything else, one turned over and changed Fu Zhiwei to the upper position, wrapped her in his arms, and fell to the ground fiercely.

　　The head of the jade lion did not turn back and ran away, leaving only the short and powerful sound of horses' hooves echoing in the wind.

　　Fu Zhiwei heard Si Yan's muffled hum, afraid of pressing down on him, and hurriedly and shakily climbed up from Si Yan's body and stretched out his hand to help the youth on the ground.

　　By this time the sky had completely darkened.

　　The clouds opened to the moon, and the thick clouds of black pressure around them were scattered, and the scattered sky light seemed to pour down from a high place in a leisurely stroll.

　　"Si Yan, you're not hurt." She helped Si Yan to sit up from the ground and asked with concern.

　　She looked at him with some regret, and there was a bit of self-blame in her tone: "I am not good, I have to come to this forest, and you fell off your horse." ”

　　"It's all right, as long as the princess is all right."

　　Seeing that the girl's eyes were full of worry, Si Yan's heart warmed.

　　When Si Yan stood up, he looked around and found that in all directions were ancient trees that covered the sky and the sun, the trees were covered with thick fallen leaves, and the feet on them creaked, as if they were rarely seen.

　　"Are we lost?" Fu Zhiwei tilted his head, but there was no panic in his eyes.

　　Although she felt guilty in her heart, she thought about it for a while, this was a good time for the two to be alone.

　　Si Yan nodded, his eyes darkened a little, and he only felt that the situation in front of him was a little tricky.

　　This is the royally regulated horse farm, if you know that Princess Changle is missing, you will quickly dispatch the guards to search. And they just have to wait, and someone will come looking for them.

　　But this horse farm is so large, and this forest is located in the remote part of the horse farm, it is not necessary to find them immediately for a while and a half.

　　In the middle of the night, a man and a woman, such a scene, it is difficult to guarantee that people will not think more.

Chapter 9

　　The night was silent, occasional crows rattling and flying over the trees, and the dense forest was filled with bone-chilling cold air.

　　Fu Zhiwei's clothes were thin, and as soon as the wind blew, he couldn't stop shivering and leaned straight towards Si Yan's body.

　　Si Yan was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he took her whole body in his arms, thinking in his heart, Princess Changle was delicate, and now he still found a suitable place to make a fire to avoid the cold in the forest.

　　Not far ahead, the woods gradually thinned out.

　　He found a relatively open and spacious place, placed Fu Zhiwei under the tree, let her lean on and rest, and turned around to go out to collect some firewood.

　　As soon as he turned around, the corner of his clothes was pulled by Fu Zhiwei.

　　He turned back.

　　Her look was timid, completely devoid of the arrogance of the day, and something seemed to be glued together in her throat, and her voice was hoarse like the wind whistling through the rag curtain.

　　"Si Yan, cough——, I don't want to stay here alone, I, I will go with you."

　　Si Yan twisted her eyebrows and watched her cover her mouth and cough slightly, the two curved caged eyebrows were slightly piled up between the eyebrows, and in the past, the white jade-like cheeks of Tongrun Qinghua were particularly white and weak under the reflection of the moonlight.

　　In his heart, he secretly blamed himself for accommodating her and taking her to the woods on horseback.

　　He sighed and led her from the ground to his feet.

　　He was not at ease to leave her alone in this place.

　　Not long after, the two of them picked up a pile of dead wood and piled it in the middle of the woods, ready to make a fire.

　　Fu Zhiwei grew up in the palace since he was a child, dressed in fine clothes and jade food, never touched these fresh things, and suddenly did not feel how forced the cold in the night was, the knife cut people's bones, and jumped up with interest.

　　Si Yan was preparing to make a fire, when he saw her curled up on her back in the open space, burying her head, her small body trembling and shaking, but the movements of her hands did not stop, and she walked over curiously to see what she was doing.

　　As a result, Fu Zhiwei's actions made him cry and laugh.

　　She held in both hands a long, slender wooden stick that she did not know where to pick up, a thick branch resting on her legs, and her hands carefully placed the stick on top of the branch, pressing her thin lips, her small face wrinkled together, and laboriously rotating the stick.

　　Si Yan couldn't bear to discourage her enthusiasm, but seeing that the branches that were twice as thick as her arm were about to be poked out of a small hole by her, he finally couldn't help but stop it.

　　"The princess does not have to work so hard, drilling wood for fire requires sharpening the stick, and there are certain requirements for wood, dry poplars, willow trees, and..."

　　He paused, and there was a little smile in his calm eyes, "And there is a fire fold here." ”

　　As soon as Fu Zhiwei's hand moved, his face turned red.

　　She touched her cheek in embarrassment, trying to ease the embarrassment, but she did not expect that because she had been holding the stick for a long time, her hands were stained with peeling gray bark, and a small slap mark was printed on her face.

　　Seeing her silly look, Si Yan held his fist to his lips with one hand and couldn't help but smile lowly.

　　Fu Zhiwei glanced at him with disgust.

　　How, she was just too spoiled to be bred, and he dared to have an opinion?

　　"You're not allowed to laugh at me!" I love to write like this on the fold, and I am learning to use it. ”

　　Si Yan saw that the young girl's sideburns were slightly chaotic, and her small face was stained red because of some movements, and he looked at him angrily, he smiled slightly, walked over and leaned down to snatch the object from her hand.

　　"These dirty jobs are tiring, and the princess can just call on a lowly post to do it."

　　Si Yan's movements were skillful and methodical, but in a few moments, flames grew in the woodland.

　　In the middle of the night, the matches crackled and crackled, and occasionally sporadic sparks popped out happily, and Fu Zhi shrunk into a small ball leaning next to Si Yan, looking up at a round of the moon lying in the night.

　　Such a scene was like the chasing soldiers who had escaped from the Prince's Mansion with her in the previous life.

　　It's just that now she no longer has the panic of fleeing and wandering in her heart, there is no urgency to return home, and all that remains is full of peace of mind and calmness.

　　Fu Zhiwei listened to Si Yan's steady breathing, rested his head on his solid shoulder, turned his head sideways, and whispered, "Si Yan, can you tell me the story of your childhood?" ”

　　The young man's body stiffened, and he did not speak for a long time.

　　Fu Zhiwei didn't hurry much, she leaned on his shoulder, only to feel that his body was as warm and melting as the hand stove held in winter, making her can't help but want to get closer again and again.

　　It was half a day before his voice rang out.

　　"From a humble background, there is nothing new to tell the princess."

　　After getting along these days, Fu Zhiwei's ears were going to be cocooned when he heard him say these similar words, and now that he was in this situation, hearing him demeaning himself so much, he was momentarily out of breath.

　　She straightened up, and the cold that suddenly burrowed into the hem of her dress made her shiver, but she only felt a fire burning in her chest, angry that the youth in front of her did not cherish himself so much.

　　Those eight years were too deep in Fu Zhiwei's mind, and the eight years of youth's companionship were too deep into the bone marrow.

　　She watched herself fall from the arrogant princess to the clouds, allowing the next person to taunt and slacken off, and watched Si Yan's face become clearer and clearer, and her look became more and more sad.

　　In the final analysis, over the years, through the honor given to her by her father, she gave her the favor, and in the palace, she really thought that those who obeyed the words of the subordinates were justified behind her back, and she was born to be treated like this.

　　But Si Yan was different from her.

　　Everything he has now is changed back step by step with his hands.

　　He had no power and no power in the palace, no attractive background, and did not deliberately flatter and consort, in order to exchange for the other eye of his father.

　　Even for her.

　　If he hadn't married Chi Yanguo far away, with his character, he would have only guarded her from afar for the rest of his life. And she would never have known that there was such a guard in the palace, willing to give up his life for her, and wanted to keep her happy for a lifetime at all costs.

　　The leading guard of the guard of the military camp once told her that Si Yan was good at martial arts and his sword skills were also superb, and he often saw him read military books. When it comes to tactics and strategies, and marching and deploying troops, he often gets to the point, and he also has his own insights, and compared with those generals, he is also unyielding, but he lacks only a little actual combat experience.

　　I just don't know why I am willing to defend the small world of the military camp.

　　But she knew why.

　　"I don't allow you to say that!"

　　Fu Zhiwei hammered Si Yan's shoulder fiercely, and the voice rose sharply, sharply cutting through the night sky, disturbing the perching birds in the trees.

　　"You are different from others. If it was an ordinary guard in the guard camp, I wouldn't look at it more. ”

　　"Si Yan, as a bodyguard of this palace, how come you don't even have this bit of pride?"

　　It was the first time she had called herself Hongu in front of him.

　　Si Yan looked at the young girl beside him in shock.

　　Her pink cheeks were as bright as gelatin, just like the peach blossoms that bloomed just right, but her eyebrows were cold, permeated with the brilliance of the sun and the moon, rotten stars, Dan Fudan Xi, a pair of phoenix eyes like anger, even more dazzling than the bright and faint moonlight.

　　The girl with the moon on her head patted her dress, smiled smartly, and slowly stood up from the ground.

　　She held out her hand to him, her voice sonorous and powerful, but it was the piece that slipped on the chessboard, and it was thrown on the ground, and one by one it hit his heart.

　　"Si Yan, hongu is pleased with you."

　　This is his moon.

　　The corners of Si Yan's mouth fluttered, but he couldn't say a word, and after a moment's hesitation, he finally lowered his head with a bitter smile.

　　"The lowly post is loved by the princess, but..."

　　However, before he could finish speaking, he heard Fu Zhiwei laugh softly. He was stunned, his heart was uncertain, and a shadow fell lightly on the top of Si Yan's head.

　　He looked up in surprise.

　　The cold jade fingers of the onion blocked his lips at the moment he looked up, and the delicate face of the girl gradually enlarged in front of his eyes.

　　Si Yan's eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked at the girl in front of him in shock.

　　The moonlight fell lightly straight down on his face, lifting the layers of disguise in the eyes of the youth, so that the indissoluble affection in the eyes was clearly visible in front of the girl.

　　"Say you like me."

　　Fu Zhiwei smiled slyly and bent his willow-leaf-like eyebrows.

　　"Hongu only allows you to say this."

　　Si Yan's heart was tremendous, and if the thunder exploded and rumbled in his heart, the afterglow of the thunder went straight to his limbs and hundreds of skeletons, softening his whole body, scratching his heart, and he did not dare to move for half a minute.

　　Her voice is the song of the fish under the moon.

　　In the end, he could not resist her temptation, and under her repeated deception, he threw away his armor and collapsed into an army.

　　Si Yan laughed helplessly.

　　His laughter was relieved, and he unloaded all his worries and defenses, and the sound of jade scattered through the forest.

　　He gently removed Fu Zhiwei's fingers from his lips and stood up.

　　Fu Zhiwei looked at him puzzled.

　　The young man's figure stood upright under the moon like a bamboo, and the eyes of the cold star quenched the cold glow of the usual thorn, but there was only a deep affection like a terrifying wave in his eyes.

　　Si Yan knelt down on one knee and gently held the girl's delicate jade hand.

　　His eyes were deep, and he looked up at the girl bathed in the moonlight, word by word, solemnly swearing.

　　"The lowly post is willing to block the life of a lifetime, and may the princess be safe and happy, and there will be no worries, even if she is crushed to pieces, she will not give up."

　　His eyebrows softened for a moment.

　　"Princess, I am pleased with you."

　　The teenager looked forward to the moon at night all day, cowardly to the brilliance of the moon, lest she become a stain on her.

　　He didn't try to pick the moon, but the moon came for him.

　　The mountains and rivers overturned, the stars shattered, the world laughed at the moon for stealing the sun's edge, and the young man came only for the moon.

　　She always remembers.

Chapter 10

　　The soldiers searched all night, and finally found Fu Zhiwei and Si Yan when the chickens were announcing.

　　The armored soldier held the torch of the night search, the top of the torch had been smoked to charcoal black, stained with the morning mist, and became wet, and what he saw was the girl dressed in crumpled red, green silk scattered, and sleeping soundly on the shoulder of the young man in black.

　　With his eyes slightly closed, Si Yan leaned back against the trunk, bent his legs, and pulled his hands on his knees.

　　Hearing the sound of soldiers marching, he slowly opened his eyelids and scanned the layers of soldiers around them expressionlessly.

　　Someone just wanted to shout, his face was slightly calm, the ice slag in his eyes instantly condensed into thick cold ice, and he raised his hand to make a silent gesture.

　　The soldier was horrified by that glance and did not dare to move again.

　　This is not the look that an ordinary guard should have.

　　The princess did not return overnight, and the emperor was furious, and ordered the guards to send the royal forest army to search the horse farm overnight.

　　He had a solemn face throughout the morning dynasty, even the sneezing of the ministry of works was reprimanded for a long time, the officials of the early dynasty were only in their highnesses, for a time everyone was in danger, the atmosphere did not dare to come out, lest the city gate catch fire and hurt the pond fish.

　　Until the Minister of the Interior of the Guard came to report that the princess had been found in the dense forest, the Emperor's face was slightly pale, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the next Minister of the Guard of the Interior asked the eunuch to hand it to him, almost making him blow his beard and stare.

　　The word nonsense hit his throat and he almost threw it out of the hall.

　　This is all a matter.

　　As soon as Fu Zhiwei arrived at the Zhaohua Palace with Si Yan, he saw the emperor and the empress sitting on the main hall.

　　She screamed badly.

　　The queen will be saddened to death by her own daughter in the next few days.

　　A few days ago, the nightmare fever tormented her for a night, and today she went to the horse farm for a night without returning, and spent the night in the dense forest with a lonely man and widow who was a guard.

　　Fortunately, the Royal Forest Army also knew that this matter was not conducive to the reputation of the princess, and ordered people to block the news early, otherwise the biggest news of the tea house in the capital today was that Changle and the foreign man had a private meeting in the dense forest.

　　Seeing that her daughter had returned intact, it was the mother's heart, the queen was relieved, and wanted to go down to see if her daughter was injured.

　　I just wanted to move, but the emperor pressed his wrist.

　　She turned her head in doubt, but saw that the emperor's face was as black as the bottom of the pot, and he glanced at her.

　　She sighed and reluctantly and worriedly sat back on the throne.

　　The emperor looked at a man and a woman who were kneeling on the main hall, and did not want to bend the corner, so he went straight into the mouth with a single knife and said, "Shu, what happened yesterday?" Why did you spend the night with this guard in the woods of the horse farm? ”

　　Fu Zhiwei's heart sank, afraid that his father would punish Si Yan for dereliction of duty and the failure to protect the Lord, so he hurriedly began to explain: "Father Emperor, yesterday it was Yu Ji who was greedy and playful, and insisted on riding the night jade lion.

　　Fu Zhiwei briefly said seven or eight points about the horse shock.

　　Hearing that her daughter had fallen off the horse, the empress painfully squeezed the handkerchief, gently pushed the emperor with her hand, and tilted her head and frowned at the emperor.

　　People left and right are fine, and they still have so much to do.

　　Hearing that the daughter he was holding in his hand fell off his horse, the emperor also felt pain, turned his head to see the queen's strange look, and only felt that he was hurt by this big one.

　　He supported his forehead and turned to stare at the young man who was kneeling silently beside Fu Zhiwei.

　　I don't know how this guard got into the blue eyes of the guards.

　　First of all, he deliberately asked people out of the guard camp. After hearing that he had brought it out, he often went to the side hall of the Zhaohua Palace, and then he took it with him, and even went to the horse farm to ride a horse and was reluctant to separate.

　　The more I thought about it, although the emperor's anger was gone, it was really sour.

　　Little bunny cub, Jian Jian had never been so attentive to her father, the emperor, which onion was he?

　　"If I remember correctly, your name is Si Yan, isn't it?"

　　The emperor's thick voice sounded in Si Yan's ears.

　　Si Yan bowed his head and replied in a polite manner, "Your Majesty, exactly." ”

　　The young man leaned over and hugged his fist and said, "Yesterday's mistakes are all in the lowly post." It was the inferior position that failed to protect the princess, and asked the emperor to punish her. ”

　　The emperor tapped on the gilded armrest, half squinted his eyes, looked at the youth of His Highness, and had a thought in his heart.

　　However, before he could speak, Fu Zhiwei was anxious, rushing to open his mouth, with a look of righteous words: "Father Emperor, you can't punish him." As a wise man, I should reward and punish clearly, and if I want to punish, I should also punish my daughter. If the Father and Emperor insist on going their own way and punish si yan, it is that there is no distinction between public and private, and it is not the work of a wise king. ”

　　The emperor was going to be laughed at by his daughter, when it was really a woman who was not left behind, and her elbows could be turned outward.

　　"Enough!" He cried out in a deep voice, "You don't have to say more. I didn't punish you, I was already magnanimous. The guards in the palace are not for you to exonerate him.

　　"Si Yan, go get forty boards."

　　Fu Zhiwei was not dependent, and wanted to open his mouth to defend, but he was pressed down by the youth next to him.

　　She turned her head to look at him, but saw him smile at her, and when she turned her head to face the emperor, she changed into her usual indifferent look

　　He leaned over and raised his fist high, looking calm.

　　"Humble obedience."

　　After Si Yan received the punishment, Fu Zhiwei was distressed for several days, and went to the side hall of Zhaohua Palace to be more attentive.

　　She wanted to see the wound on his back, but he stopped him every time.

　　There was helplessness in his eyebrows, as if he was afraid that the voice would frighten her, and he said softly: "The princess must not worry about her, and it is the duty of the lowly duty to relieve the princess's worries." ”

　　Shen Wan also came to her once.

　　The peach blossom puff pastry of the Ten Mile Chang'an Avenue Gourmet Pavilion is a must in Beijing and is deeply loved by the crown cover and the people in Beijing.

　　This peach blossom crisp is made of exquisite materials and pays attention to carving, so there are not many sold every day, and you need to wait outside the store early to buy it.

　　Although the matter of the horse farm had nothing to do with Shen Wan, she still felt guilty in her heart, and she always felt that if she followed The Dragon, she would not let the Horse Stick stay in the dense forest for such a long time, so she personally went to the Food Pavilion at dawn and lined up to buy peach blossom cakes for Fu Zhiwei.

　　Fu Zhiwei was also a hungry ghost, and when he saw that the peach blossom wrapped in oil paper was finely textured, the powder was compact, carved into a delicate peach blossom shape, emitting a faint and rich floral fragrance, so he couldn't wait to take a piece and send it to his mouth.

　　The peach blossom crisp melted in the mouth, sweet but not greasy, and a little sweet afterglow echoed in Fu Zhiwei's mouth, hooking her into being addicted and applauding one after another.

　　After a while, a bag full of peach blossom puff pastry was all in her stomach.

　　Si Yan saw her like this, and as soon as the rooster chirped every day, he stepped on the stars and made a special trip around half of the capital to guard The Ten Mile Chang'an Avenue to buy her a hot peach blossom crisp that had just come out.

　　One after another, the treasurer was also familiar with this unsmiling, but always the black-clad youth who was at the top of the line, and privately loved to laugh with his mother-in-law, not knowing which girl had won the favor of this handsome man.

　　Fu Zhiwei's maid Xiangyun watched as her princess and the little guard grew closer and closer, and her face was full of sorrow every day.

　　Xiang Yun saw that the princess was becoming more and more unruly, worried that her own princess had gone astray, and finally could not hold back, and secretly advised her privately.

　　"Princess, the slave has the audacity to persuade you to restrain a little. If you are married, then the princess house has a few faces on it is also pleasing to the eye, and it is okay to accompany the princess to relieve the boredom, and the slave will not talk much. ”

　　"But Princess You are still unmarried, if people know that such a grand and dignified person has a face in the partial hall, I don't know how ugly the gossip is."

　　When Xiangyun said such a heart-out-and-lungs remark, Fu Zhiwei was sitting in front of the mirror to let Xiangyun remove his hair ornaments and prepare to go to bed, listening to a few words from his maid, he was stunned for a few seconds, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.

　　"There was a father and emperor before, and then you came to guide me, which is really funny."

　　She bent over, her voice as sharp as a silver bell, and she was about to laugh.

　　"Xiang Yun, how do I think that the people around me look very serious one by one, and they actually think more than I do."

　　"Does Princess Ben look at the person who wants to raise the face?"

　　Xiang Yun looked at the princess's appearance, and he didn't know where his words were funny, but he couldn't rest assured in his heart.

　　After a few days, it is the Shangwei Festival.

　　The imperial palace of Tianze Kingdom is built on the mountain, with flying eaves and blue tiles, pavilions and pavilions, which are scattered in the mountains, and the layers are raised, like towers pouring out of the flat ground for no reason. And a stream lies quietly in the mountains, surging in the palace and slowly flowing, dividing the palace into two, looking from a high place, the yin and yang poles are impressive.

　　If you encounter those foggy days, the top of the palace is surrounded by smoke and fog, magnificent and magnificent, as if it is a fairyland.

　　According to the custom, on this day, the palace will set up a feast near the water, and hold a flow of ququ water to pray for the removal of one year's calamities and the peace and security of the following year.

　　This was also the day she met Qin Yizhi in her previous life.

　　On this day, Fu Zhiwei got up early and let Xiangyun dress her up.

　　As everyone in the capital knows, Shen Wan and Princess Changle are good friends. Shen Wan loves swords, horses, guns and swords, and Fu Zhiwei's favorite is poetry and song.

　　Since the empress was a child, she invited the best teacher to teach her, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, although Fu Zhiwei was not as amazing as Li Roujia, but it was also a must in the capital.

　　Shen Wan, who did not like such activities since childhood, pretended to be ill and hid at home early in his previous life.

　　Fu Zhiwei disliked the official ladies who came and went in the palace, and the children of the nobles were noisy, and after coping with one or two, they quietly sneaked to the royal garden to admire the flowers and ask for a leisure.

　　It was when he met Qin Yizhi, who had the same idea.

　　The peach blossoms in the imperial garden on that day burned for miles, the teenager was dressed in a moon white brocade coat, his dark hair seemed to be the best ink, permeated with a faint brilliance, and if there was a surprise in the narrow and introverted eyes, it was like a teenager who came out of the painting.

　　He bowed his head slightly at her, and his voice was clear, as if the sound of Ying Luo colliding.

　　He opened his mouth with a smile.

　　"See Princess Changle."

　　There are bandits, such as cutting like a knife, such as grinding.

　　Remembering his previous life, Fu Zhiwei sighed slightly, and his heart was sour.

　　Those days in the Prince's Mansion are like years. But if you really count it, since your rebirth, it has been only a month or so.

　　Xiang Yun saw the decadent look of his own princess, slowly and methodically combed her cloud-like hair, and said with a light smile: "Princess, you sigh something, Miss Shen is ashamed of the last horse farm, today is also the first time to plan to enter the palace to accompany the princess." ”

　　Fu Zhiwei looked sheepishly out of the window, lost the tone of his old flirtation with the maid, and murmured, "Just remembered something." ”

　　Inside the Proton Mansion, Qin Yizhi sat down at the table and stopped the last stroke.

　　With a smile as warm as a spring breeze in his eyebrows, he looked at the woman standing in the peach blossom rain on the painting, as if he were looking at the treasure that had been lost and recovered.

　　A ray of light fell on the small letters on the painting:

　　The peach is dying, scorching its glory.

　　The son of Yu Gui, it is advisable to his room.

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