Chapter 20 The morning glow palace dances with snow, where are the old friends in the Qingcheng Hall

Let me cry indulgently again. For the last time, no matter what happens in the future, I will learn to grow up by myself. In the future, Murong Yu will no longer be the pearl in the hands of Master and Brother Ling Ran. No one will protect me under the warm wings. I must learn to look at my eyes in front of me. Everything.

I don't know when I'm tired of crying. I was drowsy and a little unconscious for a while.

"Girl...Girl..." I faintly heard Wan Qing's voice.

I slowly opened my blurred eyes.

"Girl, His Royal Highness and the Prime Minister are here. They are in the front hall. The princess, please come and have dinner together.

When I heard Wanqing's words, I suddenly woke up like cold water: "Wanqing, what are you talking about?"

"His Royal Highness the Prince and the Prime Minister are in the front hall. The princess, please come and have dinner together."

I finally understood what was going on. My thoughts are a little stunned. Normally, no one in the palace has heard how close the relationship between Ye Yu and Mo Youchen is. But how can they come to Chaoxia Palace with such leisure? Although Shu does not have too tedious etiquette and does not stipulate that men and women cannot meet before marriage, it is in the palace after all. With many eyes and ears, it is inevitable that there are too many words. If you are used by people with intentions, how will you make a big deal?

"Girl, what are you thinking about?" Wan Qing looked at me, who had been thinking about me, and asked.

"Nothing? Please help me find a dress, plain."

Wan Qing asked in embarrassment, "Now?"

"Hm?" I cast a questioning look.

"Did the girl forget? The girl's clothes are all red now. As early as the time of Fengque Pavilion, the girl had ordered me to change the color of all the clothes to blood red. The girl has no plain clothes now.

I laughed at myself. How long has it been? Suddenly, I remembered to wear plain clothes: "Then find any one."

Wanqing walked to the door and asked me, who was still uncertain, "Do you want to match the girl with some plain clothes tomorrow?"

"No." I smiled.

The scenery of Shu, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Wanqing said that this year's winter came early. It was only after autumn, and the imperial palace of Shu had already snowed heavily.

It was a fine day just now, but the north wind was a little wanton. At this time, snowflakes were flying in the sky. After a while, all the palaces turned white.

Chaoxia Palace, in the front hall. One yellow and one white.

A person in white is better than snow, handsome and has no eyes. He is sitting in a wheelchair, and beside him is the honest and loyal Uncle Li.

A person in yellow is luxurious, tall, with beautiful eyebrows, carved tables and chairs, and a rich and pure Mo Bixuan sits beside him.

Seeing that I was late, I had different feelings in my eyes.

Ye Yu will always be light and light, and everything in the world will not make his face look abnormal.

Mo Youchen, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, luxurious qualifications, full of dragon saliva, looking at me in double butterfly red clothes. Youyou entered the door without saying a word.

The first to speak was Mo Bixuan: "Wanqing, it's suddenly snowing so heavily outside. You don't know how to add more clothes to Sister Yu." After saying that, he felt that it was not his maid who taught the lesson. It was a little inappropriate. He said to the maid beside him, "Qiaoyan, you know that the weather is changing. You should have bought some winter clothes for Sister Yu."

Hearing this, Qiao Yan quickly saluted and said, "It's Qiao Yan's negligence."

Mo Youchen smiled and said, "I don't blame you. Who knows that it's a good day? Why did it suddenly snow? Otherwise, we won't have a chance to get together with you.

How can I care about this?

Snow is my favorite. I love the appearance of heavy snow in my life, but unfortunately I rarely have a chance to see it.

The meals in the palace are not very bad, but I don't like red tape the most. A dinner takes half an hour.

"The snow won't stop for a while. It seems that the two of you can't go back tonight." Mo Bixuan's petite body stood in the wind and snow and looked a little thin. Fortunately, she was dressed in clothes and should not be too cold.

Xue Yan has already found Mo Bixuan's snow-white coat to put on me. But I think it's a little cumbersome.

Since I was eating, I have covered it up very well, and I have always tried to keep the waves in my heart very low. As long as you don't go to see that person. Standing in the snow, I stretched out my hand to catch a crystal snowflake, which fell on my hand and then melted away.

Suddenly, there was a leisurely sound behind him. My hand suddenly stiffened in place, and I didn't dare to look back at him sitting in a wheelchair, dressed in white, playing the flute leisurely.

is the nameless song, which Qin Huang and I can hear every day when we were in Taoyuan. I asked Ye Yu what the name of this song was before, but Ye Yu said faintly, "Nameless."

After thinking about it, I turned my eyes and said cleverly, "Let's call it Unknown Song. It's better to be named than famous."

Ye Yu looked at me with a proud face, and it was not easy to hit my IQ, so he had to be reluctant to acquiesce.

Golden sparrow, red and pink noodles,

Know my mind, feel your pity,

This is a question for the sky, and the sky is speechless.

Scented ears, wax into tears,

Sand pillow greasy, brocade cold

The knife cut off the water, and the water is unintentional.

This is the first time I heard this song, I added words to it. Now it sounds so close every word. Every recent sentence is late in my heart.

"Ha ha" A voice like a copper bell came from behind her, crisp as jade: "Sister Yu, come on..." She floated in the snow like a beautiful butterfly and stretched out a hand to me.

When I turned around, I saw Mo Youchen holding the guzheng placed in front of him with Qiao Yan's hands. A melodious piano ensemble began to linger on the beams of the Chaoxia Palace. When I saw the beautiful man in white beside him, there was an inexplicable smile on the corners of my mouth. Untie the snow-white sable velvet cloak on his body and linger with Mo Bixuan's dance.

That night, the heavy snow flew, the capital of Shu, the Chaoxia Palace in the palace, a night of singing and dancing.

The people present were Mo Youchen, the crown prince of the State of Shu, and the crown princess Murong Yu.

Princess Mo Bixuan of Shu, and her son-in-law Xiao Yeyu.

Many years later, the emperor who unified the Chuhe mainland said to the historian behind him when he opened the "Book of the Country" in the Qingcheng Hall and saw these lines on the yellowed pages: "Who asked you to record him in history?"

"Your Majesty Qibin, even if it is not recorded in history books, folk wild history will pass on to the ages, and this matter has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and people..."

The king in the hall did not listen any more: "Remove these people from the annals of history, and future historians are not allowed to record anything about them."

The historian hesitated and said blankly, "This... is..." Then he retreated far away after the king waved his hand.

The king behind him looked up at the empty temple: "Yuer, do you remember that we also had such a snowy night?" Suddenly, a drop of warm ** slipped from the corners of his eyes. His slightly trembling hand tore off the page without public opinion, and then crushed it into pieces. His voice was a little vicissitudes and hoarse: "I got the world, but I only lost to you. Without you, how lonely I will be in the future."

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