The rise of the late Song Dynasty reigns supreme

Chapter 168 My Heart Is Still The Same
Zhao Ji said he was relieved, but in his heart he was reluctant to part with him. His heart had already been given to Nangong Yuluo, how could it be so simple to let him forget.If Nangong Yuluo was an ordinary woman, Zhao Ji would not be like this, let alone feel admiration.

Zhao Si persuaded a few times, and he also understood in his heart that Zhao Ji said it lightly, but it was not so simple to do it.Zhao Ji and Zhao Si grew up together, and he knows his brother's character perfectly.Zhao seems unwilling to say too much, everything can only go with the flow.

When the two of them returned to Yunxin Temple, it was late at night, but Master Fangzheng was not in the temple. He, as the left protector of the Manichaeism, also went to the tip of the boat to participate in the grand meeting.Zhao Ji and Zhao Si are inconvenient, unable to participate in Fang La's wedding, so they can only stay in Yunxin Temple and wait.

The marriage between the leader of the Manichaeism and the saint is a top priority. The whole church was full of joy, everyone was beaming, and Fang La was also full of red. All the arrangements were done according to his wishes, and the lights and festoons were very lively.

At this time, Nangong Yuluo and Zhao Ji were worried and worried.

Nangong Yuluo pushed open the door and stared at the bright moon in the sky. There was no joy on his face. He frowned and muttered to himself: "Why are you a nobleman? Why are you a sworn brother of a brother? So unfair?"

"Why are you my brother's fiancée? Why are you a saint?" Zhao Ji pushed open the window and looked up to the sky and sighed.

Zhao seemed to have fallen asleep, and Zhao Ji was alone in distress, restless, so he took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, copied Nangong Yuluo's appearance, and wrote an inscription on it himself: "Ban Ji's posture of continuing history, Xie Ting's posture of singing snow. Hate, hate is at the end of the world. Shanyue doesn't know what's in his heart, and the water and wind drop the flowers in front of him, swaying and tilting."

In the portrait, Nangong Yuluo is like a real person, lifelike and graceful, especially that smile is like a hundred flowers in spring, competing for beauty and beautiful.The scene at this time was exactly what Nangong Yuluo looked like when he looked back and smiled, and he drew it down with his own memory.

Zhao Ji sighed, rolled up the scroll slowly, pushed open the door and walked out, he really couldn't sleep peacefully, because tomorrow is the day of his wedding.After tonight, the person he loves will marry his sworn brother, he knows how well he is.

Nangong Yuluo was tossing and turning, unable to sleep, her thoughts were the same as Zhao Ji's.If it wasn't for those reasons, she would have chosen to follow Zhao Ji and leave this place of right and wrong.Things backfired, some things were out of her control, just like falling in love with Zhao Ji.

Nangong Yuluo was also taken aback, she never thought that there would be someone in her heart, and that person was Zhao Ji.Since the two met for the first time, Zhao Ji's literary talent has deeply attracted her, and she will always remember Zhao Ji who is always talking and laughing.

Although she knew that Zhao Ji was a prince and a child of the Zhao family, she didn't have any resentment in her heart, only helplessness, and a trace of sadness, and found that she couldn't hate at all.Besides, that incident had nothing to do with Zhao Ji, so she comforted herself like this.

The first time they met, Nangong Yuluo remembered Zhao Ji.I thought it would be impossible to meet again in this life, it was destined in the dark!That day, she was upset and wanted to see the beauty of the sunrise for the last time, so she left for Yunxin Temple, just wanting to see the cloud-shrouded mountain like a fairyland.

On a whim, I also want to miss my past memories, but I don't want to meet Zhao Ji again.Moreover, she herself didn't know why she gave Zhao Ji the fur coat she had cherished for a long time.That fur coat was sewn by herself, and it was also the standard by which she judged her husband.

At the beginning, she thought that Zhao Ji had a cold and caught a cold so she put it on for him, and after seeing Zhao Ji's literary talents, he spoke well, and he was someone who understood what she was thinking. Gradually, she began to focus on Zhao Ji.The sun was rising, and for the first time, the idea of ​​not wanting to leave immediately appeared in her heart.

Under the mistake of Yin and Yang, the two kissed again to confirm their love, knowing each other's mind.At that time, Nangong Yuluo was like a child who was caught making mistakes. She hurried down the mountain and left shyly. When she returned to the room, she still felt the heat on her face.

At this time, Nangong Yuluo realized that he hadn't taken back the fur coat, not only was he not anxious, but rather sweet, he thought it would be good to wear it on Zhao Ji.At that time, Nangong Yuluo was taken aback. From the day she was born, there was no one except her parents.I don't care about a person so much.

Therefore, Nangong Yuluo wanted to calm down for a while, hoping to forget Zhao Ji's appearance, so he didn't go wandering around and pass by Zhao Ji.That night, Zhao Ji waited for a long time to see the future, thinking wildly that Nangong Yuluo didn't have himself in his heart, so he couldn't help but smile wryly.

Nangong Yuluo didn't see Zhao Ji like three autumns, and she knew in her heart that she was going to get married in two days, and she was powerless to refute, so she could only let it go.It was precisely because of his own identity that Nangong Yuluo deliberately distanced himself from Zhao Ji, but found that this longing was like a tide, with ups and downs. He desperately wanted to see Zhao Ji, but just wanted to express what was in his heart.

When she was ready, she found that her dream was ruthlessly torn apart.

Nangong Yuluo couldn't sleep, so she simply got up and walked out the door. She came to the vicinity of Yunxin Temple unknowingly.She has walked the road here countless times, and it doesn't matter to her whether there is fog or not.

Zhao Ji walked forward with a lot of thoughts, and came to an empty place, but saw the person he was dreaming of, with a bitter smile on his face, but he couldn't turn around and leave, so he could only continue walking forward, He said softly, "Are you here too?"

"You're here too?" Nangong Yuluo turned around and saw Zhao Ji appearing behind her at some point, covering her small cherry mouth, staring at Zhao Ji dumbfounded, happy and sad in her heart, wanting to speak but unable to speak. I don't know how to speak.

Zhao Ji and Nangong Yuluo looked at each other speechlessly, their eyes met each other, they could understand each other's mind.The eyes of the two have been looking at each other for a long time, and it is difficult to move away. I am afraid that there will be no such opportunity after tonight, and neither of them wants to disturb this tranquility.

"This is a gift for your wedding day!"

Zhao Ji handed the picture scroll in her hand to Nangong Yuluo. After she took it, she opened it and saw that it was the smile she showed when she saw Zhaoxia that night. At that moment, she was really relaxed. She didn't need to think about anything, just enjoying it quietly. Then, I saw the above poem again.

Nangong Yuluo's attainments in poetry and poetry are quite high, how can she not understand the meaning expressed in Zhao Ji's words, and asked: "Do you have a pen and ink?"

Zhao Ji nodded, and took out the pen and ink, which he carried with him, and he forgot to put them back when he came out, so he brought them out.Therefore, Nangong Yuluo also inscribed a poem in the picture scroll: "Looking back at Pengqiu in the evening, the drizzle, the breeze, and the dark tears flowed. The clouds and mist think about the beautiful shadows, and the heart is sad because of the fate."

"You take this scroll back and keep it!"

Zhao Ji nodded, looked at the words inscribed on the picture scroll above, understood the meaning, and smiled bitterly.More than ten years later, Zhao Ji is already the king of a country, and Fang La is also a prisoner. He went to the study again, took out a scroll from a hidden place, opened it slowly, and looked at the inscription on it. The picture scroll left before has been well preserved.

Zhao Ji stared intently at the familiar face on the picture scroll, and that smiling face like a spring breeze. He couldn't help recalling what had happened before. The past had passed away, and tears could not stop flowing down. He murmured: "If time could be turned back, I would not let you leave me. Do you know that these years have passed, and my heart for you has never changed!..."

(End of this chapter)