Spring Banquet

Like a large amount of saccharification on the tip of his tongue, Li Huaiyu smiled so that his eyebrows were invisible, 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 see."

"No, no, you don't know!" Huaiyu gestured to him, "When you used to go to Longyan Palace to teach Huailin, did you always meet me on the road? Actually, I blocked you on the palace road on purpose. Once I 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 slammed down 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'm so good-looking, are you afraid of evil thoughts?"

"No, I'm afraid that stupid will be contagious."

Li Huaiyu: "..."

"Yang Jia" bit him on his shoulder, and 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 put on a wolf skin?" Jiang Xuanjin said, "Keep away from you when I see you. 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."

In fact, Huaiyu found it incredible for Li Huailin to be in the Zen throne. After all, her body 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?

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

"He has something, let me pass 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 and saw that 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 sitting holding him. The appearance on the acacia couch in Feiyun Palace, with smiles and gentle expressions.

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, or I know the emperor better!" He laughed, revealing a pair of small pear vortexes, "When it is really done, even if the emperor is not busy in the palace, there will be pottery statues accompanying me."

With a tight throat, 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. She felt that she was still close and received various birthday gifts every year, but for Huailin, everything was different.

She didn't know at all, only when he had grown up and was not sticking to the emperor sister, and was sad for a while.

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

Huailin should be relieved if he was 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 happened in the palace!"

His 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.

...

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

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

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 lost.

Some people among the people argued that the new emperor is the son of the princess Danyang and Ziyang. Does Ziyang Jun want to bring young children to win the world?

In September of the ninth year of Daxing, Nanyang Wangchan was located in the son of the princess. In the same month, the king of Nanyang was in Hexi Palace. The princess knelt in front of the Emperor Xian 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 Changding You ascended the throne in early October.

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

Taking this person out of the way, Jiang Xuanjin hugged her in a hurry, and slowed down her tone: "I am not fierce anymore, I am not fierce, okay? If you cry like this, you can't catch your breath. Can you slow down?"

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

She was very distressed. Jiang Xuanjin pinched her sleeve and wiped her face. As a result, the more tears he wiped, the more he became confused, and she couldn't help but increase her tone: "Don't cry!"

"I...I didn't blame him, why is he dying?" He whispered and broke into several pieces, "I can live, I'm still alive..."

Folding her eyebrows and patted her on the back, Jiang Xuanjin softened her voice and coaxed, "Don't cry."

Holding Jiang Xuanjin's lapels, 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..."

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

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

My nose was blocked, and my throat choked uncomfortably like a cold wind.

"How can there be such a person...you say... how can there be such a person!" Huaiyu yelled and cursed, "Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!"

"His Royal Highness..."

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 cried and cried with sorrow, and Wu followed his throat tightly.

...

"She will follow me in life, and I will follow her in death. Even if she is stubborn, she wants to return with her. Sister Huang, will she be difficult to coax when I catch up with her?"

"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."

The oil-stained fire jumped 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 Little pear vortex.

"The emperor 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, you will kill me. , I am responsible for pampering you, okay?"

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

"In fact, it's not that I have regretted 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 look back. Either the emperor died or I died."

"I failed to learn what the emperor taught, nor did I listen to Ziyang Jun's words well, and even my most beloved one could not be kept." Li Huailin walked into Hexi Palace with a smile, dismissed the palace, and sat By Ning Wanwei's coffin.

...

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

"Emperor Sister, see the words like face."

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

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

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

The fire was raging, and it was crackling, and the palace people were quickly blocking the fire to avoid spreading. A gust of wind blew 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.

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

This is a long-planned suicide. Since returning to Beijing with them, Li Huailin has been waiting for this day, returning to Hexi Palace, and 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?

Just Wu bowed his head, tacitly.

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

The sudden uplifting voice made Wu dare not conceal it anymore, and said: "At a moment's notice, the king of Nanyang enters the Hexi Palace, dismisses all the palace members, and does not allow people to approach. At the same time, the humble duty discovers that the Hexi Palace is in the 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."

Wu looked at her with a look of embarrassment, Li Huaiyu shouted: "What's the matter, you tell me!"

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

The billowing smoke enveloped the entire Hexi Palace, and the burnt beams of the house smashed down, making a "booming" noise. Li Huaiyu reined his horse and stared at the flames rushing into the sky blankly, only feeling that his blood was solidified. .

"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 very strong!"

The palace was in chaos, and the closer to Hexi palace, the more people fleeing around.

"Drive--" The steed galloped straight through the gate of the palace, Huaiyu's face turned pale while pinching the reins.