Full of pity, Liu Kun closed his tired eyes and recalled the scene that could not be repeated: that night, the moon sank in the west, and the afterglow poured into the house from the window ledge. In the silence, a shining meteor fell from the sky, and from the gray sky, a condensed phosphorescent light was drawn, and it flew silently toward the horizon. At that time, he gently stroked the head of the girl who had met him in pingshui, and it was so emotional that he reveled in the short-lived carnal pleasure... Then, shaking his tired body like an empty, he mounted a white horse and floated back to his home under the hazy moonlight...
Sheep Donation Images
In a trance, until now, he felt that his lips still had the smell of balsam on the lips of the sheep offering—it was a kind of precious lipstick made of alfalfa, sweet rosin, thatch, lingling, agarwood, finches, suhe, white sandalwood, and lanze incense, and the smell was so complex, so fragrant...
He remembered that in the midst of his drunkenness, it was the sheep who finally woke him up and secretly asked the servant to prepare his horse for him, and then she gently took his hand and sent him outside the gate.
That night, Liu Kun said goodbye to her and told her in a low and firm voice that he would marry her home next month. In the cold autumn wind, he kissed the sheep and offered his tearful eyes, turned over on his horse...
In the blurred vision, Liu Kun kept looking back. A deep wave of pity suddenly struck. He saw the girl outside the small door of the Sheep Mansion, standing there alone, covering her slender, white hands over her eyes, wiping away tears—as if at that time, she might have felt something in her heart.
Portrait of Liu Kun
With a penetrating love, Liu Kun looked back for the last time, trying to imagine that the beautiful cheeks of the sheep would suddenly appear behind him. However, he saw nothing, and only her vague, regretful smile remained in his mind...
In the noisy Taiji Hall, Liu Kun thought that in so many messy faces, Yang Xianrong, who had become an empress, would not find him at all. Actually, he was wrong. Women, with sensitivity to their faces, are far more sensitive than men. Even at such a solemn and frightening court wedding, she only glanced at Liu Kun, who was hanging down in the crowd, and found his handsome appearance that stood out from the crowd.
Yang Xianrong knew very well in his heart that now that he had become the empress of the Great Jin Dynasty, he had no chance or fate to enjoy the enchanting male and female love. That handsome beloved man will become an eternal dream...
After enduring such a long wedding ceremony, the courtiers thought that the hour was almost the same, and each of them secretly yawned and prepared to go down to the court.
"The emperor's wedding ceremony is over, and it's the turn of Sun Ren's son, Sun Hui!" Sima Lun, the King of Zhao, suddenly made his first remarks. He himself testified to the ceremony and publicly announced that Sun Xiu's son Sun would marry Princess Hedong.
Sun Xiuzhi was overjoyed. Rarely, a smile appeared on his usually dark face, and he threw a trembling, fake smile at the courtiers in the palace from a distance.
Sima Lun, King of Zhao, stills
In the magnificent Taiji Hall, his size appeared even shorter, as if his previous life was like being imprisoned in a black hole under the Nine Springs for thousands of years, and his movements sat down like a dark ghost that suddenly emerged from under the Nine Springs. Even though he was dressed in zhongshuling's costume, he was deeply despised by the courtiers.
There was disdain in their hearts, but the courtiers all had polite smiles on their faces. Most of them, their lips slightly open, scrambled to greet Sun Xiu and Sima Lun, the King of Zhao, lest their smiling faces be missed by the masters.
Like a cat painting a tiger, King Zhao replaced DaHongxu's position, and Sun Xiu replaced Yang Xuanzhi's position.
Princess hedong portrait
Under the gaze of the courtiers, the ceremonial official accompanied Sima Lun, the king of Zhao, and carried out a whole set of procedures for the emperor to marry his relatives, and finally married the Princess of Hedong, who was born to Emperor Yi and Jia Hou, back home for Sun Hui.
Poor Princess Hedong, only thirteen years old, good looking, without any inheritance of the Foolish Emperor and Jia Nanfeng on her face, was a sad and well-behaved girl. The lewd Sun Hui would stand to the side, shrugging his shoulders and tilting his head, looking like a fox. The gorgeous clothes made him even uglier.
The courtiers saw the situation, some sighed, some secretly gimmicked.