The Prince Consort's Beloved

At noon in winter, the sunlight penetrates the clouds and pours into the desolate green plum garden, soft and quiet.

Li Yuanrou was sitting on the swing, wearing a thick fox fur cloak.

She had become increasingly thin due to morning sickness and vomiting in recent times. She was even thinner than before she was pregnant. She looked as thin as a piece of paper, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

Her eyes were covered with a white cloth, her face was pale, but there was a smile on her lips.

She remembered what Xiao Luobai said to her in her dream last night: "Don't cry, Rou'er. I will come back next spring when the flowers bloom."

It was the first time she dreamed of him in such a long time. She thought that even if he didn't write to her, it would be nice to have him appear in her dreams every night.

Li Yuanrou raised her face slightly, and a beam of soft sunlight fell on her pale cheek, bringing with it a warm and tranquil power.

His smiling voice came to my ears again.

"In this world of countless things, I love three things: the sun for the morning, the moon for the evening, and you for every morning and every evening. Since I have given you my partiality, I am willing to be generous for the rest of my life."

"I see all living beings as grass and trees, but I see you as a green mountain."

"Rou'er, I love you."

Picture after picture emerged in my mind, accompanied by his unique voice, a little hoarse, gentle, and with an indescribable charm.

"Your Highness, let me serve you."

"The booklet was thrown on the ground, and there was no word on the cover. How did you know it was a pornographic picture, huh?"

"Is it fun to run away from home, ma'am?"

"Very good, Madam, you can continue to challenge your husband's bottom line."

"Madam, please don't be upset. This is a gesture of respect from a husband to you. There is no bribery or not."

There was a hint of a smile hidden in the corner of Li Yuanrou's mouth, and there was a hint of sweetness in that smile, as if a warm spring breeze was blowing through her heart.

She couldn't help but complain in her heart that Xiao Luobai always looked like a gentleman in front of outsiders, but in front of her he was like a wolf in sheep's clothing. However, in the beginning, he was also a restrained and shy person.

When was the earliest time?

Time flies, and a year has passed. Time flies so fast.

She suddenly said, "The lake in the back garden should be frozen again."

Daya and Erya stood not far from Li Yuanrou and looked at each other. Erya looked confused, while Daya looked distressed.

Qingluan sat on the stone bench, concentrating on wiping the man's sword.

A lazy and ethereal song sounded in the green plum garden: "I sit on a chair and watch the sunrise come back to life."

After just one sentence, Li Yuanrou stopped.

Her lips suddenly curved up, and she began to hum again, in a slow and gentle voice:

It is said that it is difficult to stay in the exiled fairy palace

Go to the Red Mansion on earth to drink wine

Passionate Eyes

How many scrolls of poems written in ink

Pour the strongest wine in the world

Lying in the towering building of Chang'an

Who in the world can be as carefree as him?

…………

Arya asked Daya in a low voice: "What is the princess singing? It's such a strange tune, I've never heard it before."

Daya shook her head.

The two were confused as to what was going on, when they saw Qingluan suddenly holding two swords and dancing.

The sound of swords cutting through the air continued to ring out, and Li Yuanrou seemed to see Xiao Luobai dancing with a sword in red clothes, looking heroic and high-spirited.

A pair of affectionate phoenix eyes curved slightly, looking at her with an infinite smile, tender and full of deep feelings that could not be expressed in words for her.

The singing suddenly became more powerful than before:

Fairy Song

Jade Flute Spirit

Wine cup jade dew clear

Sword Dance Light

More elegant than the white robe

The new palace is also finely carved with gold

The sound of harp

A thick stroke of ink to record the passion of poetry

Jade robe and long sword are elegant

The mountains and rivers are nostalgic

I write poetry like crazy and have no sorrow...

It is said that it is difficult to stay in the exiled fairy palace

Go to the Red Mansion on earth to drink wine

Passionate Eyes

How many scrolls of poems written in ink

Pour the strongest wine in the world

Lying in the towering building of Chang'an

Who in the world can be as carefree as him?

…………

The singing stopped and the sword energy was put away.

Qingluan glanced at King Yun who was standing not far from the gate of Qingmei Garden, then calmly sat back on the stone bench and began to polish her sword.

Li Yuanrou sat on the swing motionless, as if she was asleep, but there was a peaceful smile on her lips.

The tall and burly figure outside the courtyard approached the green plum garden. Daya leaned close to Li Yuanrou and whispered softly, "Princess..."

Li Yuanrou suddenly interrupted her: "Shh, don't talk, the exiled immortal is dancing with a sword."

Daya fell silent.

Erya stared at Li Yuanrou's blindfolded eyes and asked curiously, "Princess, can you see?"

Li Yuanrou had a faint smile on her face and spoke slowly: "I can see that the sword skills are flying like a dragon, and the fairy postures in the sky are like clouds..."

The smile on her lips suddenly deepened: "He is dressed in red, handsome and extraordinary, very dazzling. He turned his head to look at me, he smiled at me, he looks best when he smiles..."

Erya turned her head to look at Qingluan who was sitting on a stone bench polishing her sword, and whispered: "Qingluan is not wearing red clothes, and she is not smiling..."

Prince Yun stood outside the courtyard gate and looked at Li Yuanrou who was smiling quietly. His face had a complicated expression. After staying for a moment, he raised his foot and stepped into the gate of Qingmei Garden.

Li Yuanrou had her eyes covered since she applied the medicine, which made her hearing even more sensitive. Even if Prince Yun deliberately slowed down his steps, she still heard it.

Xiao Luobai's figure walking towards her suddenly popped up in her mind. She stood up suddenly and shouted, "Xiao Luobai..."

Prince Yun paused.

Daya and Erya stepped forward to support Li Yuanrou.

The excitement on Li Yuanrou's face suddenly faded away. She brushed away Daya and Erya's hands, groped for the swing rope herself, and slowly sat down again.

She smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that she was confused. It was winter now, and it was not yet spring when flowers would bloom.

Li Yuanrou tilted her head and asked softly, "Who?"

A young voice with a hint of resentment rang out: "Sister, you are still thinking about him."