Chapter 7 Self-desolation

The life in the palace is very constitutional, and the work is not big, and it is temly solved. Day after day, without asking about the world, it smells like "one day in the mountains, the world has been thousands of years".

One day, I turned over the almanac and suddenly found that it was almost the end of the month. Bu Nuan stared at the fine words for a long time, and then turned back. Rong Yu's wedding was ten days later. Yiyuan travel, marriage, land, bed... She almost got into the eyes and had a good day! Perfection, no one can find any criticism.

She closed the almanac and sat behind the desk. Her head was empty and her heart was dead. His wedding date was getting closer and closer, and there was nothing she could do, so she had to watch him marry Zhixian into the house.

If He Lan is still there, what will he do? Maybe I don't care about anything and just take a captachment. In fact, she also wanted to learn from Zhixian's trick and look for life in front of Rong Yu. Force him not to get married and grab him over. But after all, she couldn't do it, and she couldn't bear to put him in a dilemma.

That's all, this is destined, and no one is able to return to heaven. She had no choice but not to look or listen. When the day passed, she would have given up.

In the past half month, some things have been carried out in order, but some things have turned down sharply. She thought that Princess Yangcheng's words at the dinner party that day were just casually mentioned, but she really wanted to take her out of the palace. Tianhou is an old and hot woman who will not easily give grace to anyone, but only to give face to Princess Yangcheng. It is said that when Ganye Temple became a monk, she received the favor of the princess and sent charcoal in the snow, which was enough to make people remember for a lifetime. An order was issued to the Shanggong Bureau. After the handover of the things in Fengge, Shang Shu ordered her to remove her name and leave her from office.

Lan Sheng found a good house outside, asked someone to bring in, and was chiseling a pool and rockery for the garden. The movement is quite big. I don't know how to repair it. It's probably a little like building another courtyard.

She doesn't want to, so she can't live in. It turned out that he wanted to buy a private house, but now he has spent a lot of money and has become something to share with him, which makes her very upset. Then he took the Duanmu bandit and refused to go out in the palace for a long time. I plan to survive Rong and the wedding and make another plan.

However, Princess Yangcheng is still very good at it. Probably Lan Sheng vomited some bitter water with her, such as warm children and hard work, and can't put down things in her job. Yesterday, the maid sent a message in. The princess Chitose felt cold and was sick in bed, with a great sense of urging.

Since I got this news, I won't leave the palace again. She stood under the algae well and felt that her life was really full of drama. Originally, she was a good lady in the boudoir, but a He Lan jumped out and forced her into the palace. Then she left on the way, and she was called to Zhongshu Province. Before his buttocks sat down, he was asked to go out by Princess Yangcheng. After a lot of trouble, her career as a female official ended in just over four months.

After a circle and back to the original point... It's not, it's not the original point. Out of the general's mansion, she wanted to live in the golden bird cage built by Lan Sheng for her. Then there should be a tense arrangement of the wedding. After six gifts, she will become a vivid thrush decorated with bird cages. Only when she dies can she get rid of it.

She was a little panicked, but she couldn't help it. After all, it's her way. Whether it's good or bad, she has to go by herself. No one can help her. She has always been lonely.

It was chaotic outside. I don't know what happened. The sound of footsteps seemed to collapse the foundation of Feng Pavilion, and even the lampstand on the table shook up. She didn't care much at first, but later she heard the noise and leaned against the window to look out. A group of filial servants came to the courtyard, and about a dozen people lit torches to illuminate the dark night. He was greeting in a hoarse voice and stood next to the bronze tripod to distribute plain clothes. Hundreds of officials in the cabinet went out one after another to change into white silk robes and black gauze, and the Phoenix Pavilion in the fire was full of sad clouds and mist.

She was stunned and hurried out to have a look. She was meeting a bandit coming from the other end of the corridor.

"Old Ge, is this so?" She greeted him and looked around, "Who passed away?"

Duanmu sighed, twisted his body and tied the belt on his waist, and said, "It's His Royal Highness. Two days ago, it was already bad. I vomited a bowl of blood at night and went..."

Bu Nuan's heart fell down, and she thought that the prince was looking for He Lan. The two lovers finally fell into a loss. I don't know if they can be reunited underground.

"You can change your plain clothes!" Duanmu recruited people to send a filial robe and handed it to her. "You will leave tomorrow at dawn. It will be thirty-six days of national mourning today. You can't leave as soon as the palace door is closed."

Bu Nuan answered and said strangely, "Why does it take thirty-six days for the prince?"

Duanmu straightened his whole head and said with filial piety, "The nickname of 'filial piety to the emperor' is in line with the regulations of the emperor's funeral. People should also mourn, and they are not allowed to get married within 36 days. At that time, your uncle's wedding will also be delayed.

She had a meal. Thinking about it again, it was the same in the morning and the same in the evening. There was nothing to be happy about. Because of a faint hum, he changed into a black silk head.

I haven't accumulated anything since I entered the palace. The monthly salary was turned into flying money and wrapped with a few pieces of close-fitting clothes. The next day, he asked for Duanmu's handwriting and was accompanied by Shanggong to the palace gate.

Lan Sheng's Zuo Weiwei Mansion was stationed in the imperial city and came to pick her up when he heard the news. She has left the city, and he is already waiting on the side of the street.

She is like a prisoner released from prison, and the sun outside the palace is dazzling. Subconsciously covering his eyebrows, he suddenly felt free, but he had no direction and didn't know what to do next. Lan Sheng is there, but he is very strange. In fact, she was not as familiar with him as she thought. She looked at him carefully, and he was dressed in white, showing a strange beauty. Tall figure, broad shoulders, standard beautiful Tang Dynasty man.

He came to pick up the burden in her hand and said with a smile, "Go to my government house for a while. I'll send you back after I finish my official duties."

She answered, obviously not interested. He put the hedge on her head and straightened the soap yarn for her. "It's like frosted eggplant. What's wrong?" Saying that, he took her hand and led her south. As he walked, he said, "There is a while, you can't ride a horse. I'm walking here. Are you tired? I'll carry you when I'm tired. You're welcome.

She remembered the trip to Gaoling. After the rain, she also carried her on her back. Now think about it, it's like the last life.

He looked at her faintly and expected that all her unhappiness basically came from Shen Rong and Yu. She always has him in her heart, and it is impossible to remove him. She can only find a way to whitewash peace. Over time, she may have forgotten.

If you can't get a heart, it's good to get people. Only then did he realize that he would also compromise, with a desolate state of mind and no emotional satisfaction. As long as she is here, he feels that he owns the whole world.

He tightened his fingers and wrapped her more and more. She seemed to be in pain and turned to look at him in surprise. He was in a hurry and blushed slightly and said, "I'm sorry, I'm happy."

A little smile appeared on her lips, "What are you happy about? Are you happy to have broken my reputation?"

He faced the sun, and the golden light sprinkled on his face, warm and soft. He said, "What do women want to do with fame? Your wife depends on her husband, and your fate will be indispensable in the future. I couldn't reach it before, because it was far away. If it's good in the future, you don't have to worry about seeing you. I'm not afraid of dragging you down and ruining your reputation. He stopped, hugged her under the palace wall, and whispered, "Nuan'er, I will be your support in the future, you know?"

Lan Sheng is a good person, a good person who loves her and tolerates her unconditionally. But she is not used to his hug, doesn't like his posture, doesn't like his strength, doesn't like Su Hexiang on his body... There are too many unacceptable things. She thought she could gradually adapt, but she seemed to think it was too simple. She has a ruler in her heart, an inch by inch, and she can't even make the decision by herself.

All she knows is that she can't back down, and she has to force herself to respond to him. If his love is hopeless, it will fulfill his deep affection. Sometimes happiness has nothing to do with love, not so persistent, or get more.

She held back and gently hugged him, "Thank you, Yuge!"

He smiled, "Don't thank me. I will live for the rest of my life just to make you a cow and a horse."

She shyly pushed him away, "I'm serious talking to you, and you're still joking!"

"I'm also very serious and don't talk about it." He grinned and continued to walk with her. I turned my head and looked at her again, and my eyes were as deep as ink. "I have no other thoughts. As long as I hold your hand and keep walking like this, I will be satisfied."

They gradually drifted away in the light morning fog, and a man appeared on the corner of the city. With silver armor and silver straps, Wu Ben changed his white satin, straightened his back, and stood with his hands behind his back in the cool autumn wind.

"Sixth son, let's be one step later." Tingzhou said, looking down his line of sight. The two figures had melted into the fog and could not be seen, but his husband was still staring, and his face became more and more solemn. He had never seen him look like this. He couldn't help shrinking and lowered his body humbly and called him, "Son..."

Cong and turned around and took a hard breath. My heart suddenly throbled, jumping slower and slower, and finally left with a bleak shell. My chest is empty and I can't feel anything. He raised his hand and pressed it and touched the cold armor. The two lips were dry and glued together and opened, as if they had torn off a layer of skin.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Where did Lan Sheng put the house?"

Tingzhou said, "In Qunxianfang, there is a narrow and oblique connection to the West City, which is a two-entry quadrangle courtyard. The villain has seen it from afar. There are not many people in the workshop. They are all ordinary people, and the place is very quiet. There is a cockfighting arena 50 steps away from the square. Usually, gentry and celebrities gather, which is also a lively place.

He smiled coldly. No wonder he didn't want to find a place. Lan Sheng really has the ability to dig out such a good place in the downtown. I think she is very useful! He admitted that he was jealous and hated it! She didn't need him anymore, and she flew away from him. She used to be attached to him, and he felt that everything was reasonable. At present, he lost it, and he seemed to have been abandoned, both angry and afraid.

If he wants to see her in the future, he has to wait at the door to pass it on. Under the eyes of the people sent by Lan Sheng to visit the nursing home, every move will be monitored by them. Before she came out of the cabinet, he actually tasted this heartbreaking taste in advance.

His knuckles pinched a string of crisp sounds, and suddenly punched the palace wall, smashing the boss with a mud fetus.

Tingzhou was scared and said in a trembling voice, "The prince is angry..." Although he didn't understand why he was so angry, it was always right to ask him to take care of himself. He came forward in panic and said, "Wound yourself and see if the old lady wants to ask. If the prince has any orders, just ask the villain to do it. He is very angry and hurt his body. He is the most anxious. The prince should calm down quickly!"

"You go!" He settled down for a long time and supported himself, "Go to Qunxianfang before her and block her way. Pass a message to her that she is not allowed to move out of the general's mansion, otherwise the Shen family will break up with her in the future!"

Tingzhou said that he pressed his hat with one hand and flew away. Leave him alone and turn into a bronze flagpole in this huge day.

There was still a blurred shadow of the moon in the western sky. He gritted his teeth and thought that he would always stop her from being reckless. He meant that he had known her before, but she wanted to disappear for no reason without his permission? It's a fool's dream!