three mistakes

In early winter, the first snow of the year fell in Beijing.

On the somewhat deserted street, a carriage drove forward under the white snow, leaving two not deep and not shallow car marks.Looking at that direction, it should be going to the palace.

"Is it almost there?"

"It's almost there."

It's almost there, the man who asked the question said silently again in his heart.

With a long shout of "Woo", the carriage stopped at the gate of the palace.

"Young master, the palace gate has arrived."

In response, one hand opened the curtain of the car, revealing a corner of the bright red clothes.The guards of the palace gate glanced over, whose young master is wearing such a color.

The young man in red lowered his head and jumped out of the car, the hairpin loosened, and a few strands of hair fell out.With such disheveled clothes, the guards couldn't help but feel contemptuous of the official of the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion.

"Thank you brother."

The young man in red handed over ten Wen, turned around and walked towards the palace gate, pulling out the hairpin while walking, biting it in his mouth, running his fair fingers through the black hair.

"Boom"!

The sound of the spear falling to the ground aroused the dissatisfaction of the guards beside him: "What are you doing?"

"Quick, look!" The guard who was being questioned didn't bother to pick up the pike/gun that fell on the ground, he just kept his eyes fixed, and elbowed his companion beside him, signaling him to go and look.

"Boom"!Another sound.

I saw the man in red walking from a distance, with a flexible and tall figure, wide sleeves facing the wind and snow, loose hair fluttering slightly, a pair of peach blossom eyes under black hair, a pair of distant mountain eyebrows, and a jade white jade stick dangling from his thin red lips. hairpin.

What a truly beautiful person.

He flicked his long hair a few times at random, and the bun was tied sideways. He pulled out the hairpin from his mouth and inserted it into the crown. Before he moved, he had already arrived at the gate of the palace.

"Two big brothers." The red lips parted and the voice was cool.

The two guards picked up their spears and shuddered. One of them smiled lewdly: "Young officer, what are you doing in the palace? You're not here to accompany me, grandpa!"

The young man in red shook his head, and spread out a palace card, which was bright golden, symbolizing the most noble status.

The guard who struck up a conversation was a little curious, and only took a look with his probe. "Bang Bang" □□ released his hand again, his face suddenly turned pale: "The little one has eyes but can't see Taishan! The little one should be damned! Damn it!"

The young man in red shook his head again, and walked into the palace gate.

"Hey, what's going on?" Another guard stepped forward.

"We can't afford to mess with that man!" The guard who answered raised his hand and touched his head to make sure it was still there, and quickly picked up the gun, not daring to neglect his duty again.

"No return to Beijing without an edict!"

These were the last words the man said to him.

Can……

What if he could never wait to announce his edict to enter Beijing?

Mei Yanzhi raised her head and opened her mouth with a smile on her lips, letting the snow fall into her mouth.

Ah!Sure enough, the snowflakes in the capital are sweet!

He traveled unimpeded all the way, and soon came to the front of the Tai Chi Hall.

"Ah!" The court lady serving tea in front of the hall exclaimed when she saw the person coming, and the cups and tea cups in her hands shattered to the ground.

"What's going on?" asked a cold voice from inside the hall.

"It's Mei, Mei..." The court lady lay on the ground, unable to complete a sentence.

"It's me." Mei Yanzhi answered, her warm voice was filled with anticipation, but she didn't dare to say too much.

What followed was the usual silence.

My heart is getting colder and colder. Sure enough, people in the capital are ruthless.

"Your Majesty, why don't you give Yan the death penalty?" A clear and powerful voice echoed in the silent hall.

It was him again, who spoke first.

"You know I won't kill you." The people in the palace finally answered.

Mei Yanzhi stood at the entrance of the hall, looking at the man's face from a distance.His facial features are as cold as a knife, and he is very handsome and imposing.He thought, this is the appearance of an emperor, and with his appearance, no matter what life he is in, he will not be able to be an emperor.

"Then let me stay in Beijing." Not daring to approach, he just knelt down outside the palace gate.

"impossible."

It's the indifferent words again.

But if he listened too much, he would become numb: "If you don't stay, kill me!"

The red sleeve waved, and the three thousand black silk slipped down in an instant, and the white jade hairpin landed firmly on the royal table in the palace.

"Don't force me!"

The people in the hall spoke with anger!

Finally angry?

Mei Yanzhi chuckled: "You hate me that much?"

Not even death.

"I never hated you."

Snapped!The hairpin was thrown to the ground.

Jade fragments are all over the ground, only a small red plum inlaid on the hairpin falls lightly, and with it, there are also dried memories.

……

"The plum blossoms bloomed really early this year."

"Can you pick one for me?"

"Okay! This red plum is inlaid on the hairpin, it just matches your appearance!"

……

The red shadow passed by, and Mei Yanzhi jumped into the hall: "You lied to me!"

But his palms are full of broken jade, no matter how high the martial arts is, it can't match a ruthless heart, just like no matter how fast the speed is, it still can't save this hairpin.

The only tie was actually broken.

A foot wearing golden silk dragon boots stepped on the fallen red plum and crushed it hard: "Now you can believe it. Let's go. You are not allowed to enter Beijing without an edict."

Suddenly, the foot stopped, and what was crushed was a slender jade-white hand.

Mei Yanzhi raised her eyes to meet the man's shocked eyes, picked up the red plum and sneered: "Don't ever try to destroy it, I'll go."

He stood up gracefully, put the plum blossom in his hair, shook his hands, and said loudly: "I'm leaving, don't miss me!"

A clear and pleasant voice came from afar, and in an instant, there was a crackling sound.

Is it a hairpin, or a heart?

Zhe Xiuhan looked at the distant figure of Yanhong, and it took him a long time to realize——

That's old love.