Rule the Roost in the Tang Dynasty: Seven hundred and seventeen and Fang Muqing’s puzzles

Li Hong, who walked to the entrance of the Penglai Temple, walked to meet Fang Muqing, who was about to enter the Penglai Temple. The two stood at the entrance of the palace in the cold wind, their eyes facing each other, speechless.

After being silent for a long time, Fang Muqing seemed to wake up suddenly before he bowed and saluted Li Hong.

"It's going to snow." Li Hong stretched out his warm palm, feeling the cold wind and said.

"Yes." Fang Muqing said faintly. Everyone's demeanor still exists, but they are more mature and stable and deeply sad.

"Do you want him back?"

"Yes."

"If you were me, what would you do?"

"..." Fang Muqing didn't know how to answer.

"Some things can be regretted forever, because someone will always give you the opportunity to correct, and some things have been done and there will be no chance to regret it. Sometimes you can afford it, and sometimes you need to take it for a lifetime. Sometimes he had to bear it with his life, but in the end he chose the latter, right."

"He has changed." After Fang Muqing said three words, she became silent again.

She found that the rhetoric she had thought up along the way, when faced with Li Hong, when faced with the trauma caused by her husband to Li Hong, and when faced with questions after Li Hong’s position was exchanged, she seemed so pale Powerless.

"I have also changed, the world has changed."

"Last chance, you forgave him many times before."

"Forgive too much, and give too many opportunities. It should have been good."

"He really changed. He is no longer greedy. He doesn't have a tiger in his heart. He just wants to live an ordinary life for a lifetime, instead of banishing him to a foreign country and letting him fend for himself. This...too It's cruel and unfair."

"Is there fairness in this world?" Li Hongsong's red hands slowly withdrew at this moment, scattered snowflakes caught one, but it quickly melted in the palm of his hand: "The opportunity is fair, I will give him It’s fair to want to come back. Give it to him. Just seize the opportunity."

"He can't help but exile to a foreign country to fight for power with the barbarians. He can't win. He will...will die. For the sake of Li Guangshun and Li Guangren's smallness, let him return to Chang'an. We are husband and wife." Fang Muqing said with a heavy tone with tears in his eyes: "Even for a lifetime."

Leaded by two court ladies, Li Guangshun and Li Guangren stood beside the big tree not far from the entrance of the Penglai Temple, with some awe and fear in their eyes, and their little hands held the court ladies' skirts tightly, but they did not dare to come over. Say hello to His Royal Highness, who is standing in front of Grandma's door, and salutes his mother and concubine.

"Do you know this tree?" Li Hong asked faintly, looking at the withered yellow leaves on the ground, being blown in all directions by the cold wind.

"For several years, when I was not married to Li Xian, the queen no longer allowed anyone to clean the fallen leaves of this tree, even if it was scraped here, no one was allowed to clean it, just let it go. The fallen leaves were spread on the ground." Fang Muqing raised his head and glanced at Li Hong, then at Li Guangshun and Li Guangren under the tree, showing a gentle smile.

"I guarantee that the two of them will grow up like other royals, and no one will bully them."

"This tree has something to do with you?" Fang Muqing asked rhetorically.

After watching Li Hong signal to the two palace ladies, the two palace ladies dared to take Li Guangshun and Li Guangren, hurriedly walked to Li Hong to salute, and then walked into the Penglai Hall.

Fang Muqing's hands look rougher than those of Bai Chun and the others. Obviously, there are too few court ladies and eunuchs. Some things need to be done personally. That's why the original white hands began to give birth to cocoons.

When Fang Muqing stroked Li Guangshun and Li Guangren's heads, Li Hong kept watching those hands, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

"Well, it's related."

"..."

"Back then...when I was about two or three years old, I found a sapling, ran to the court, grabbed the hand of the emperor's father, and then planted it at the gate of the palace mother empress Tai Chi This tree."

"After being transplanted here, I still thrive under protection."

"Li Xian once planted a tree next to it, but unfortunately it died within half a year. Do you know how to die?"

"I don't know."

"He has to water every day and fertilize every day. He really wants his tree to surpass my tree in the fastest time, so it died. It's no fault of others, right?"

"Yes." Fang Muqing understood how the tree died.

"He said that it was because of my tree that he would steal the water he watered and **** the fertilizer he applied every night, so his tree had no water to drink and died of thirst."

"It was he who made and felt himself." Fang Muqing's eyes became more and more gloomy.

"Since then, the queen mother has stopped letting people clean the fallen leaves of this tree. This is the case every year. Every year the leaves here will be scattered with a thick layer. Li Lingyue used to roll with Li Dan on the fallen leaves. , But Li Dan was beaten by his mother, but Li Lingyue was at large."

"The empress loves those leaves." Fang Muqing could imagine that Li Lingyue would definitely point to Li Dan and complain: "He pushed me to roll on the leaves."

"The empress comforted Li Xian and said:'Maybe one day these leaves will become fertilizer and save the tree that was watered to death', but he doesn't believe it." Li Hong sighed, tall There are a few bird nests on the branches of her, and the queen does not let anyone move. This tree, outside the Penglai Temple, is more important than anything else.

"Is the origin of Li Ye's name like this?" Fang Muqing still lowered her head, and a leaf under her feet hung on the hem of her skirt. It was easy to smash it, but... many people dare to smash it. The leaves that fell from this tree at the entrance of Penglai Temple?

I'm afraid there is no one, except Ye Zi's parents.

"The mother hoped that the fallen leaves of this tree could save the tree, so the tree was still alive, but the result of self-inflicted blame was that maybe he could live well by taking roots in another place. It doesn’t have to be in the royal family, it doesn’t have to be in Chang’an, or even in Datang to survive smoothly."

"Flying dandelions, and other places where flowers fall with the wind after blooming, are gestating new life, blooming with the beauty of the Lihua family, and spreading a new way of declaration." Fang Muqing is obviously very concerned about dandelion. Clearly, even the habits know a thing or two.

"Dandelion has no ambitions, just to live. This is a letter sent to me by Li Zhe. I have been carrying it with me and I have no chance to give it to you. Therefore, after entering, I don't have to intercede with my father and mother." Li Hong His hands were flushed red, always in the air wrapped in the cold wind, catching even a snowflake that could stay for a while, but never succeeded.

Looking at Li Hongsong's red hands, he handed over a memorial letter. After Fang Muqing hesitated for a while, he took it with both hands solemnly.

"The cold is red, and my heart hurts, but sometimes there is no way. It is not enough to not freeze. It is to live, right?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for...Mu Qing's help. Mu Qing will never mention it again in the future." Fang Muqing bowed, tears welling up.

His Royal Highness used a tree to describe the competitive relationship between him and Li Xian. He also stretched out his hand in the cold wind to wait for the warmth, but he couldn’t catch even a snowflake. The brothers were like brothers, but the younger brother didn’t know. Brother is more cold.

Looking at the tall figure leaving, Fang Muqing also knew that he hadn't spoken out, leaving Li Guangshun and Li Guangren behind to accompany Li Xian in Anxi. Obviously, His Royal Highness would not agree.

Ye Yue sat in the warm spring Donggong Li main hall, looking strangely at the palace maid’s weird look. When she was wondering what was wrong with her, she suddenly felt that the back of her neck was stuffed in. Like Bing, she jumped straight up from the soft sofa, and a scream came out of her mouth.

"Hate! You are not naive! No, I have to freeze you to balance it!" Ye Yue pulled Li Hong's clothes, regardless of her entire exquisite body was already stuck to Li Hong's body.

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Feeling the warm, soft and delicate body in his arms rubbing against him, Li Hong released a hand to hold Yeyue’s two hands: "Are you stupid? Your hands are so hot. I will put them in. It's not cold."

"Then I don't care, I died of ice, you just now."

"What did you think about just now, you were so ecstatic? Wouldn't it be the person who missed your brother Wang asked you to marry?"

"Nonsense, I won't think about it. Have you figured out a way? Brother Wang wrote to urge you." Ye Yue gave up revenge on Li Hong because she felt that someone's hand was not in place , So she bit down on someone's arm in one bite.

"You are all dogs, why do you like to bite people." Li Hong sucked in his mouth and wanted to take out his hand, but Ye Yue bitten him tightly. The pain of the Royal Queen biting her chest muscle is almost the same.

"Say, who else has bitten you? Sister Wanying and Sister Bai never bite. Isn't An Xiaohe? Chen Qinghan? She is so gentle and virtuous, why would bite you? Did you bully her?" Ye Yue let go of her mouth, pulled Li Hong's arm, and looked at the clear tooth marks on her arm, very satisfied with her proud work.

"What are you doing with so much?" Li Hong withdrew his arm. The maid just wanted to hand over Jinpa to let Li Hong wipe the saliva on her arm, but Ye Yue was arrogantly blocked and refused to wipe it.

The speechless Li Hong had to rub the saliva on Ye Yue’s chest at will. When Ye Yue found out that this satyr was taking advantage of him again, and wanted to retaliate again, he saw that they picked up the memorial on the case. , Is watching attentively.

"It's over, your brother Wang really doesn't have a long memory, and you want to come over and let me beat him, what should I do? Beat or not?"

"beat him, dare to force me to marry a man I did not like." Someone said Fuchangfusui.