Spring Banquet Chapter 116: At the same place as Qing, good flowers are in the world

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Like a large amount of saccharification on the tip of his tongue, Li Huaiyu smiled so that his eyebrows could not be seen, and stretched out his hand to hug him tightly!

"I used to like you very much, and now I like you very much!"

After a pause, Jiang Xuanjin continued to move forward. Jiang Xuanjin faced her head and said quietly, "I got it."

"No, no, you don't know!" Huaiyu gestured to him, "When you used to go to Longyan Palace to teach Huailin, you always met me on the road? Actually, I was blocking the palace road on purpose. Yours, once pretended to have an ankle and asked you to send me back to the palace, do you remember?"

Jiang Xuanjin's expression is complicated: "It's hard to remember."

It was a hot summer. Princess Danyang wore a very gorgeous and complicated palace costume, stepped on embroidered shoes studded with pearls, and fell straight in front of him with a tiger descending from the mountain.

"Oh, my palace fell down. You need a hug to get up!"

The loud voice, combined with the shocked eyes of the palace people around, became Jiang Xuanjin's indelible nightmare that summer.

Walking through the corridor to Moju, he turned the person on his back and asked blankly: "Do you know why I ignored you?"

Li Huaiyu scratched his head: "Because I am so good-looking, are you afraid of evil thoughts?"

"No, I'm afraid of being stupid and contagious."

Li Huaiyu: "..."

"Yang Sha" bit his shoulder, she was very angry: "The heart of the cardamom years is a rare and precious treasure, and you have ruined it!"

"Who told you to wear a wolf skin?" Jiang Xuanjin said, "When you see you, stay away. It's human instinct."

"Isn't it all for Huailin..." The expression suddenly dimmed, Huaiyu drooped his head and asked him in a muffled voice, "What happened to Huailin?"

"Retiring to be the King of Nanyang, life will not be too sad."

Actually, Huaiyu found it incredible for Li Huailin to be in the Zen position. After all, she is no longer of royal blood. He still took the first emperor's decree, which is equivalent to finding a way to give up the throne.

Do you think she and Jiang Xuanjin can stabilize the chaotic Northern Wei Dynasty?

But, he likes the throne so much, why would he say no? With his previous temperament, after sitting for a few months, the situation may not get better.

"He has something, let me transfer it to you." Jiang Xuanjin carried her back to the main building of Moju, put her on the soft couch, and brought the big box over.

Huaiyu opened it to see. There were five pottery people inside. Four of them were old. They looked like she was standing, peeking at the door, standing on the hall, and she was holding them. He was sitting on the acacia couch in Feiyun Palace, smiling, with a gentle expression.

The last one should have just been done, and she looked like her, with her hands folded in front of her, a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, and two children lying on the left and right on her shoulders.

Slightly startled, Huaiyu pursed her lips.

"Emperor sister, don't think I can only carve wood and plastic clay figures. When I get better, I will be able to make you a vivid pottery statue!"

"Why do you make pottery statues? There are portraits in the palace."

"They don’t paint like it, but I know the emperor better!" He laughed, revealing a pair of small pear vortexes, "When the emperor is really done, even if the emperor is not busy in the palace, there will be a pottery statue to accompany him. Me."

The throat was tight, Li Huaiyu reached out and touched the old ones. Four years before Daxing, Li Huailin was very dependent on her and was reluctant to be separated from her, but after Li Shan died, he saw less of her. Now, although she felt that she was still close and received various birthday gifts every year, for Huai Lin, everything was different.

She didn't know at all, but when he was grown up, he didn't stick to the emperor sister, and he was sad for a while.

The eyes moved, Huaiyu said: "I want to go to the palace."

Hai Lin should be relieved if he is willing to make up for her many years of gifts. She wanted to see him, even if she had another fight.

However, as soon as he stepped out of Moju's door, Chengxu ran over with a panic expression on his face.

"Master, madam, something went wrong in the palace!"

The pupils shrank, Li Huaiyu watched his mouth open and close in front of his eyes, and for a moment he felt as if he couldn't hear the sound.

……

"Drive--" The steed galloped straight through the gate of the palace, Huaiyu pinched the rein, his face pale.

The palace is chaotic. The closer you get to the Hexi palace, the more people will run around.

"His Royal Highness!" Seeing Li Huaiyu riding a horse from a distance, Wu raised his hand and shouted, "Don't go any further, the fire is huge!"

The billowing smoke engulfed the entire Hexi Palace, the burnt beams of the house smashed down, making a "bang" noise, Li Huaiyu reined his horse, staring blankly at the flames rushing into the sky, only feeling blood all over his body It's all frozen.

"What's the matter?" she asked softly.

Wu looked at her, looking a little embarrassed, Li Huaiyu shouted: "What's the matter, you tell me!"

The sudden uplifting voice made Wu dare not conceal it anymore, and said: "At a moment’s notice, the King of Nanyang entered the Hexi Palace and dismissed all the palace members and refused to allow people to approach. The palace was out of water, but it was too late. The fire spread quickly. People inside and outside the palace were splashed with oil, and it was useless to carry water."

The hand holding the rein shook, and her eyes were red: "He didn't come out in there?"

Only Wu bowed his head, by default.

This is a long-planned suicide. Since returning to Beijing with them, Li Huailin has been waiting for this day, waiting to return to Hexi Palace, waiting to forgive Li Huaiyu, so that he can go with Concubine Ning. Otherwise, he should have let Concubine Ning into the soil for peace, so why take her back to the palace?

I could think so in my heart, but Wu didn't dare to say that. Everyone knew how much the princess loved this person. Even if there was a deep hatred between them, she would never want to see Li Huailin ending like this.

The fire was raging, and it was crackling, and the palace people were quickly blocking the fire to avoid spreading. A gust of wind came over, and the smoke choked people's tears. Li Huaiyu stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and pressed his lips to tighten the reins.

This bastard...how dare to do such a thing!

"His Royal Highness." Aunt Han bowed her head and came from the side, with red eyes and hands with a letter, "This is left to you by the King of Nanyang."

Fingertips trembled, Huaiyu wiped his eyes and took the letter.

"Emperor sister, see the words like face."

The clear voice seemed to be ringing in the ears, Huaiyu choked, pinched the letter paper tightly, and her eyes were blurred.

……

"I failed to learn what the emperor taught, nor did I listen to Ziyang Jun's words carefully, and even my most beloved one was not able to keep." Li Huailin walked into the Hexi Palace with a smile and dismissed the palace. People, sitting next to Ning Wanwei's coffin.

"In fact, I did not regret it. Long before the emperor's sister died, I had already regretted it, but it was too late. Liu Yunlie said that once I set foot on this road, I can't turn back. It's not the emperor's death or my death. "

The fire ignited in the palace, and he seemed to have not heard of it, carefully tidying up his clothes.

"The emperor's sister is right. I have never done anything good in my life, one step wrong, wrong step, if there is another life...nothing, you may not want to be my emperor sister, then in the next life, change You kill me, I am responsible for loving you and petting you, okay?"

The oil-soaked fire raged quickly, Li Huailin slowly opened the lid of the coffin and lay down next to Ning Wanwei, not afraid at all, stretched out his hand to hug her tightly, smiled softly, and laughed Two small pear vortexes.

"Wanwei didn't know that I liked her until she died, so I had to catch up and tell her that the emperor would definitely scold me for nothing, but... the rest of my life is so long, I can't live by myself."

"She followed me when she was born, and I followed her when I died. Even if she was stubborn, she wanted to go home with her. Sister Huang, will it be difficult for her to coax when I catch up with her?"

……

The wiped eyes were blurred again, and the words at the back couldn't be read clearly. Li Huaiyu sat on the horse holding the letter paper, and finally wept and cried, crying with sorrow, and Wu followed his throat tightly.

"His Royal Highness..."

"How can there be such a person...you say...how can there be such a person!" Huaiyu cursed with a choked voice, "No promise! No promise at all!"

The nose is blocked, and the throat chokes like a cold wind.

Jiang Xuanjin chased up from behind to see her crying out of breath, her brows frowned tightly, and she stepped forward to hug her from the horse, and gave Wu a cold look.

Jiu Wu hurriedly shook his head: "It's not me!"

Grabbing Jiang Xuanjin by the placket, Huaiyu cried more fiercely, a pair of bright red apricot eyes lifted up and looked at him, tears pouring out: "I don't have a brother anymore, no one will call my emperor sister anymore. ……"

Twisted her eyebrows and patted her back, Jiang Xuanjin softened her voice and coaxed: "Don't cry."

"I...I didn't blame him, why did he die?" He slapped and broke a sentence into several pieces, "I can live, I'm still alive..."

He was very distressed. Jiang Xuanjin pinched her sleeve and wiped her face. The more tears she wiped, the more tears she got. He became confused and couldn't help but increase her tone: "Don't cry!"

Huaiyu choked, looked at him in a daze, tears burst instantly: "You are still fierce to me..."

With this person gone, Jiang Xuanjin hugged her in a hurry, and slowed down her tone: "I am not fierce, okay? You cry like this will make you breathless, can you slow down?"

Shaking his head vigorously, Huaiyu cried more and more loudly, watching the billowing smoke, his chest was almost suffocated.

In September of the ninth year of Daxing, Nanyang Wangchan was located in the son of the princess. In the same month, the Nanyang king set himself on fire in the Hexi Palace. The princess knelt in front of the emperor's spirit for a whole day and suffered a serious illness. Chaos arose in Kyoto, Ziyang Jun led troops into the city to calm the situation, and Emperor Chang Dingyou ascended the throne in early October.

There is a discussion among the folks that the new emperor is the son of the princess Danyang and Ziyang. Does Ziyang Jun want to bring the youngest sons to the world?

However, this argument was quickly refuted. Just kidding, there is only the princess in Ziyang Jun's eyes. Where is the existence of the world? No, when the eldest princess became ill, the atmosphere in Kyoto became tense. Everyone in the upper court was stretched, for fear of being caught in the wrong place by the king, and the disaster would be overwhelming.

Huaiyu was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a coat, and Wu and others lined up to coax her.

"It's been more than half a month, don't your Highness go for a walk?"