The wind blows the plum blossoms over Guanshan

Changsheng was locked in a dark room for a whole day and night, and the meals were brought by outsiders.As time passed, he became more and more anxious, and there were only five days left before Murong Jianing's agreed date. Even if he ran fast and galloped day and night alone, it would take two full days to go to Guanshan.Although he can't guarantee that Murong Jianing won't doubt him, after all it's easy to understand their situation in Guanshan, even if there is danger, he is willing to do such a thing for Murong Zhaohui, but he just won't allow it.He didn't understand Murong Zhaohui more and more. Why did he suddenly become like this when he was obviously cold in the past?He clearly remembered... Murong Zhaohui was not like this in the past.

Changsheng lay on the bed depressed, he didn't want to think about anything, he just wanted time to pass faster, so he just woke up five days later, he no longer needed to go back to Guanshan, everything was at Murong Zhaohui's mercy.Here he grows old, going or staying as he pleases.

He was not in the mood to eat, and he flipped the food that came in before dropping his chopsticks.He knew that if he didn't eat at all, the maids and eunuchs who delivered the food would probably feel bad.The days are extremely boring, except for being in a daze and sleeping, just after two days, it feels like the end is coming.He counted the small spots of light that the moon was divided when it passed through the carved wooden window, and turned over and over again the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that he had used before.There are not many things left in the room, the only books left are the Four Books and Five Classics that he detested after reading them back then, and they have long been piled up with dust.Just when he felt that he was going crazy and wanted to send someone to find Murong Zhaohui, the door creaked open.Chang Sheng raised his head from the quilt, looked at his head from his feet, it was not Murong Zhaohui who came.He buried his head, only to hear the man whisper:

"General Meng, the Holy Majesty said that it is not an option for you to continue like this, let the slaves send you away."

Changsheng jumped up: "Go to Guanshan?"

Gao Ji smiled and nodded.Chang Sheng looked out the door, the Cuiyu Palace was deserted, there was no one there, and the guards from the previous few days were nowhere to be seen.

"General Meng, hurry up, here is a set of clothes for eunuchs, just follow me out of the palace."

"Has he figured it out?" Chang Sheng asked.

"The meaning of the Holy Majesty, how dare a slave speculate?" Gao Ji lowered his head slightly, speaking innocuous words.

Chang Sheng hurriedly changed into his clothes, and followed Gao Ji out.He thought, maybe he would not arouse Murong Jianing's suspicion by escaping like this. Many people in the court must have known about Murong Zhaohui imprisoning him these few days. There must be rumors about Lian Yi's death. , I was punished for this.That's not bad, but shouldn't Zhaohui tell himself?But Chang Sheng was only puzzled for a while before he became happy. In short, he was able to go back to Guanshan, and Gao Ji's words would not be wrong.

At night, the lanterns of the palace were like fireflies, and he propped up a lantern, and walked forward with Gao Ji, traveling all the way without hindrance.After leaving the palace gate, he let out a long sigh of relief, the sky and the earth are big, and he is free again.

"The slave has prepared a good horse for you, and you can ride it all the way west."

"Thank you, father-in-law." Changsheng turned to leave, but suddenly turned around, scratching his head embarrassedly and said: "Eunuch, please answer your majesty, just say... what Changsheng said to him that day was all angry, I hope he doesn't care .and...if things go well, I'll be back soon."

Gao Ji saluted him, bowed his head, and said, "I understand."

As Changsheng walked further and further, he saw a good white horse tied under the ancient tree in front of him, and he immediately prepared his burden, thinking that this horse was the one.He took off the eunuch clothes on his body, threw them under the tree, and rode away on his horse.The cold wind came head-on, and Longcheng was getting farther and farther behind. He thought of that person in his heart, and felt both joyful and bitter.Although Zhaohui didn't want him to leave, he still understood him after all. He didn't want to be confined in the inner courtyard of the palace, he yearned for a free life.He turned his head and smiled slightly at the cool night breeze.

Zhaohui, goodbye.

At the end of March, Guanshan was still a world of ice and snow, and it was freezing cold. Changsheng went from spring to winter all of a sudden, and he was not used to it.The horseshoe broke through the ice and snow. In a small town near Tianshui, Changsheng was delighted to find a tree of unripe white plums, which was full of cold fragrance.Although Guanshan is an unknown danger, it also has the freedom and boldness he yearns for. The more dangerous it is, the more magnificent it is, just like a plum blossom, the colder it is, the more proud it is.

Tianshui, Fengxiang Palace.It's freezing cold outside, but the Fengxiang Prince's Mansion is as warm as spring.

The palace of Fengxiang Prince was resplendent and magnificent, Murong Jianing was lying on the soft couch with a half-smile, his eyes sizing up Changsheng wantonly.

"Changsheng, you are finally back, I thought you didn't plan to come back."

"Where is the prince, Changsheng cherishes his life, so he will come back naturally." Changsheng was full of travel and dust, and rushed to the barracks before he had time to return to the barracks.Murong Jianing got off the couch, walked slowly to Chang Sheng's side, grabbed his jaw suddenly, and whispered in his ear: "I heard that you fell for his woman."

Changsheng shook off his hand and took a step back: "Yes, I hate that he is paired with women."

Murong Jianing smiled and said: "...I heard that he killed his woman, but he was polite to you instead."

"That's not exactly the case, he put me in confinement." Changsheng's eyelids twitched, it seems that Murong Jianing understood clearly what he did during this time in Longcheng.Who is he staying in the palace?

"I really didn't see it, Changsheng, I thought you wouldn't do such a thing."

Changsheng said indifferently: "People's hearts are far away, and Changsheng never expected that the prince would dare to do such a 'big thing'."

"Okay, I'm sure I've taken a fancy to it. We can continue with our plan when you come back." Murong Jianing shook a small bottle of medicinal wine in his hand and handed it to him, saying, "Here, what you want is here Here, you have worked hard all the way, so take a good rest tonight."

"Thank you, my lord, Changsheng will take his leave first."

Changsheng turned around and left, Murong Jianing's mouth curled into a faint smile, teasing the newly bought thrush.

Changsheng felt a little uncertain, so he mounted his horse and headed towards the foot of Guanshan Mountain.

How much does Murong Jianing know about the affairs in the palace?Murong Zhaohui has always been careful, meals and the like are delivered by trustworthy people, and all of them have tested the poison beforehand, and there are always hidden guards by his side, so safety should not be a problem.All he can do is to watch Murong Jianing and Dugu Shen here.There wasn't much he could do, but he wanted to do something for him.

The night east wind blowing in Longcheng should make people feel warm, but Murong Zhaohui felt completely cold.He gathered the cloak on his body and came to the Cuiyu Palace.The empty palace was filled with darkness, like a dormant monster, ready to swallow him up at any time.

"He left?" Murong Zhaohui asked.

"If you go back to the emperor, General Meng will disappear when your subordinates come back from another shift." The guards knelt on the ground tremblingly, waiting for the emperor's order, but the emperor's attention was not on them.

He said that if he wanted to leave, he couldn't stop him.

Murong Zhaohui's heart felt cold, and he took a step back, the darkness of night perfectly concealed his loneliness.

"Your Majesty... Do you want to chase him back?" the guard raised his head and asked courageously.

Murong Zhaohui said coldly: "No need, send me back to Qingxin Hall."

The east wind blew across his cheeks, and the air smelled of falling flowers.He walked quickly through the staircase corridor, where many rich doors opened for him.There was only one lantern in the Qingxin Hall, and he was no longer in the empty room.

"Changsheng, are you in such a hurry to leave me?" He muttered to himself.

"Your Majesty, I thought to myself, maybe it would be better for General Meng to return to Guanshan, this is his wish." The voice came from the corner of the empty room, it was Li Qing's voice. "If your majesty is worried, you can continue to send hidden guards to follow him."

Murong Zhaohui was silent for a while, then replied: "That's fine." He stopped talking.

After sitting in front of the lamp for half an hour, Murong Zhaohui faced the empty room and asked again: "Li Qing, is there...is there a kind of medicine that can make people lose their martial arts without harming the body."

Li Qing was stunned for a moment, as if he understood the young emperor's thoughts.

"I'm just asking, I may not be able to use it." Murong Zhaohui added.

"Your Majesty, there are medicines. However, if a person who is originally a strong martial artist loses his martial arts, that person should be very sad."

Murong Zhaohui slowly spread out the unfinished memorial, but his mind was not on it at all.

"Of course I know, but what better way is there to let him stay by my side?" Changsheng left this time, and he will come back when things are done.Then what?He would still leave, far away.He can leave, but he can only stay in the palace of Dragon City and cannot leave. Just thinking about it makes him feel lonely enough.

He will come back to himself.If he comes back next time, he won't let him go.

Changsheng galloped past the foot of Guanshan Mountain on horseback. In April, the ice and snow in Guanshan Mountain gradually disappeared, and the grass slowly turned green.After explaining to Li Dong what to do, Chang Sheng rode a horse and wandered aimlessly.The horseshoes stepped on the green grass, and the fresh fragrance of grass floated in the air.Changsheng closed his eyes, felt the east wind blowing on his face, and felt the long-lost freedom.

The sun was setting, and the horse was already tired after walking around the foot of the mountain all afternoon.Changsheng rode back to the camp, and the red sunset was on the other side of the grassland.The afterglow of the setting sun hit his young face, he looked at the impossible to see Dragon City in the east, and suddenly felt lost.Guanshan is desolate, far less lively than Longcheng.When he goes back next time, the Sikong Mansion in Dragon City will probably be empty. What kind of attitude will the man in the palace treat him?

Changsheng closed his eyes, feeling the only warmth of the setting sun.He suddenly wanted to talk to him, about the scenery he had never seen.If the two of them are ordinary people, they can go anywhere. He is a ranger, he is a scholar or a businessman, and he travels on the official roads of Yan Kingdom or in small towns that are inaccessible. Just think about it. happiness.

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