Rong Lan

Rong Lan walked out of the palace unimpeded all the way, while Rong Xuan was waiting for him outside the palace gate.

Rong Xuan looked at the person in red who was walking towards him from a distance, and his heart beat rapidly.

The man seemed to come from a dream, his face as white as jade was slightly flushed, a radiance he had never seen before.

It turns out that Xiaolan wears wedding clothes like this, it looks good...

"Brother, how do you know that I am leaving the palace at this time?"

Rong Lan walked up to Rong Xuan and asked, Rong Xuan came back to his senses, with an unnatural expression on his face, suppressing his beating heart and said: "Big brother, I don't know when you will leave the palace, so I came here early and waited."

Hearing the words, Rong Lan leaned into Rong Xuan's arms, and whispered: "Brother, it's good of you to be here..." His body slumped down softly.

Rong Xuan panicked: "Xiao Lan!"

He hastily dragged Rong Lan into his arms, his hands were wet, and he said in surprise, "Why are you sweating so much?!"

Rong Lan closed her eyes slightly, her voice was weak: "Brother, I've already taken Xinxin pills, don't worry, I'll be fine after a night of sleep..."

Rong Xuan frowned, quickly carried his younger brother into the carriage, and coldly ordered the coachman dressed up by his subordinates: "Go to the nearest medical clinic first."

"Yes, General!"

In the car, Rong Lan had already fallen into a coma, Rong Xuan took off his soaked clothes and changed him, only to find that his younger brother was extremely pale, and the blush he thought was just the light reflected from the red wedding dress.

Rong Xuan couldn't help feeling more distressed, Xiaolan would wear a wedding dress to leave the palace, which meant that Zhongyi had already confessed to Xiaolan his vow to dismiss the harem and hold hands, but Xiaolan refused.

Although he was happy, Xiao Lan must have felt extremely painful for making such a decision, otherwise why would he have a heart attack?

Rong Xuan leaned over and kissed Rong Lan's lightly frowned brows: "Xiao Lan, there are no heavy wings, and there is a big brother here. The big brother will protect you for the rest of your life, and everything will be fine."

At this moment, Rong Xuan, who is full of expectations for the future, still doesn't know what kind of despair he will face in the next few months...

in the palace.

"Teacher! Teacher!"

Chongwen was shocked to hear that the prince and Taifu had resigned, and hurried to the Yizheng Hall.

Morning has dispersed.

The hall is solemn and solemn, empty.

Only his father, dressed in happy clothes, sat high on the dragon chair, holding a snow fox in his arms, and was lost in thought.

Xuehu was restless, with sharp claws and fangs, desperately trying to break free from the restraint, and ran out of the palace to pursue the old master, but was held tightly by the new master, and could not break free no matter what.

Chongwen raised his foot, wanting to step forward and ask his father how to keep the teacher.

Zhang De stopped him: "His Royal Highness, let the emperor stay alone for a while. The emperor feels uncomfortable when Master Lan is gone."

Chongwen raised his head and asked Zhang De worriedly: "The teacher resigned suddenly, is it because he was seriously ill? The doctor Wang couldn't cure him, so the teacher left?"

Rong Lan had a heart attack yesterday, and Chong Wen was always restless.

Zhang De didn't know how to explain love and fate to a ten-year-old child, so he nodded slightly: "Master Lan's illness will be cured, His Royal Highness, don't worry."

After hearing the words, Chongwen replied seriously: "En! Teacher will definitely come back after he recovers from his illness! Teacher likes father so much!"

However, Chongwen never saw the teacher who left without saying goodbye until he ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor.

What just happened in the Yizheng Palace spread quickly throughout the capital.

For many years to come, there are many versions of the love story between the emperor and Mr. Lan that have been circulated among the people.But no matter which version, Mr. Lan died of illness shortly after recapturing Miaonan for the emperor.

The world sighed, when Mr. Lan dressed in happy clothes and resolutely left the emperor, it was because he knew that his life was not long.

Chongwen will always remember that the moment when his father took off his dragon robe and closed his eyes, his father's deathbed biography was on his face, with unprecedented relief and happiness on his face.

"Lan'er, I can finally find you..."

It snowed for the first time that day, and the teacher passed away for five years.

The palace decorated in pure white is quiet and peaceful. The news of the emperor's death did not cause panic or turmoil in the court. At that time, the news of the teacher's death came back to the capital from Miaonan, and his father rushed to Miaonan like crazy. I got sick, and got sicker every day.

He knew that his father had waited too long for this day.

After a long time, the room where the teacher used to live has long lost the smell of belonging to the teacher, and the father will also live here with "Master Lan" for many years until he reunites with the teacher.

For a long time, my father made longevity noodles for himself in the small kitchen of the East Palace every year on his birthday. It's not that bad, so I really want to eat it again..."

After a long time, he no longer needs to study in Minxue Hall, and his father still goes to Minxue Hall at noon every day, and then picks up "Master Lan" who is playing in the hall to have lunch together.

After a long time, he has understood what is love, what is love, what is lovesickness...