Sad song

When Yuan Chun walked into Changle Hall, the man was playing the piano.

Wearing a water-blue skirt, her fierce aura was smoothed away, making it impossible to associate her with words like the king of a country.

The curling sound of the piano is long and clear, and if you carefully distinguish it, you can know that it is Sima Xiangru's Feng Qiuhuang.

Yuan Chun sighed and shook his head lightly, but suddenly heard a noise, looked up, and it was she who broke the string of the qin.

"What's the matter with you?" she whispered, "hold out your hand."

Nalan Hongye turned her wrist with a wry smile, bright red liquid dripped from her bleeding fingertips, and hit the paulownia guqin drop by drop.After a moment of silence, she opened her mouth, her voice sounded dry and hoarse, "Yuan Chun, did she mention me to you when she left?"

Yuan Chun shook his head, he was troubled by thoughts but he didn't dare to speak out, he just asked in deliberation, "Is there any news from Lingyue?"

"It's nothing serious." Nalan Hongye frowned lightly, "but there's no news from Chu Qiao."

Yuan Chun's complexion darkened when he heard the words, and the uneasiness in his heart expanded a little.She had dreamed of Chu Qiao several times in recent days, and there was only a bloody back, telling her that she had broken her promise.

She didn't want to think about the situation so badly, after she managed to wrap up Nalan Hongye's wound, she couldn't help asking, "I don't know why His Majesty announced me to enter the palace?"

"To be a pawn, you need someone to preside over the national ceremony." The person sitting behind the table smiled half a smile, lowered his eyes and laughed at himself, "The court has opposed it for a long time, and I need a royal husband, but it can't be Xuanmo. "

"So it can only be left to me," Yuan Chun took over the conversation with a serious expression, "I guess it should be the son of the Wei family, right?"

"Yes, I need his father's support to stabilize the courtiers and not to talk too much about border defense."

Suddenly, a chill came over her heart, and she couldn't help but think of that woman who was far away in Daxia, her days were numbered, her white and bloodless face, and her apathy and despair covered by indifference.

"You will regret this."

Yuan Chun moved his lips very lightly, and finally buried what he wanted to say into the barren years.

That was the man's last request.

After all, it is God's will.

She sighed, and suddenly missed Chu Qiao uncontrollably.

"I know," Yuan Chun said, "But once this matter is over, I want to go to the border to find Chu Qiao."

Nalan Hongye raised the corners of her lips when she heard the words, her expression was obscure.But there was a little bit of envy faintly appearing between the usually delicate brows, and then nodded in agreement.

"Of course I can," she looked at the slightly open window, her eyes filled with confusion and nostalgia, "When Ling Yue left, she also asked me to do my best to meet your conditions, saying that she owed you this."

Slightly startled, although surprised, not surprised.

"She said that no matter when you need someone, don't be suspicious of Chu Qiao." Turning his gaze, Nalan Hongye put away the fragility and returned to the graceful and elegant appearance of the past, "and said that if I don't mind, you can marriage for you."

"If you can, prove to me that it is feasible."

The man once stood in the shadow of the backlight, his skirt was ethereal, and he said with picturesque eyes.

Ji Lingyue did not break her promise.

Yuan Chun thought, after all, she must not be reconciled.

Planning for love, one step at a time and three calculations, all lose in the end.

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Ten days later, the national ceremony was held as scheduled.

Yuan Chun stood at the head of the hall, his long hair tied up, revealing half of his slender neck, hidden under the priest's black and white embroidered court attire.The totem mask made of bronze hides ferociously on her face, covering her beautiful features, making her appear deep and solemn at first glance.

The ancestors of the Nalan family used to be Miao people. Although they were influenced by the Great Xia after the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the custom inheritance has not disappeared, and the wedding etiquette that symbolizes the royal family is completely different. Glory.A whole set of procedures takes about one day, which is lengthy and cumbersome.

As a family handed down from generation to generation, the Ji family was invited to the wedding and funeral ceremonies of the Huai Song emperors of all dynasties.

The current Patriarch of the Ji family, Ji Xuanwen, was sitting at the table with a gloomy expression, and a pair of black-painted eyes were full of real sarcasm.

When Nalan Hongye was wearing a crown and a black wedding gown trimmed with gold thread and walked up the white jade steps embossed with dragon patterns, he stepped out and raised the wine in the luminous cup.

"The text selection is rude, but there is something I have to say," he sneered, tilting his fingers, and the transparent liquid overflowed the cup and splashed on the ground, "this cup is for my aunt to respect the Emperor Huai Song, and I wish her life No regrets, see you in the next life."

"The words of the selection have been brought. Because the former Patriarch of the Ji family had a great funeral, and Wen is still in the mourning period, he will not participate in the subsequent singing banquet, so he will leave first."

The young man who didn't reach the weak crown bowed his knees and saluted, and then stepped out of the palace gate without looking back, letting the corners of the moon-white clothes float and rustle in the night wind.

After his clear voice disappeared in the Changle Hall, the officials reacted one after another, looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally set their eyes on Wei Zishu, Xiangguo's lord.

Wei Xiangguo, an important minister of the two dynasties, had already turned completely dark. How could he easily let go of the state ceremony related to his own son when it became a farce.But before he opened his mouth to ask for an explanation, Yuan Chun said in a low voice, "The hymn has been completed, and the national ceremony has been completed, please give orders to Your Majesty."

Nalan Hongye finally seemed to have come to her senses, but she looked extremely indifferent, as if she didn't care what Ji Xuanwen said earlier.She calmly raised her hand, signaling that the song feast was about to begin.

But Wei Rongyu, the son of the Wei family who was standing beside her, could clearly see wisps of scarlet overflowing between her clenched fingers, and smashed into the thick fabric on the hem of her clothes.

Amidst the blissful joy of singing and dancing, Yuan Chun raised his eyes silently, and saw the former eldest princess, now the Emperor Huai Song with lowered eyes and a smile, as if he had already melted into this devastated banquet.

It is involuntarily sad after all.

"If she asks, I won't tell her." As if talking to herself, she murmured some vague words between her lips, raised her head and drank the remaining wine in the glass, "... let's go."

In the vicissitudes of the world, the word love is too shallow after all.

The day before his departure, the emperor who lost all his weakness overnight was only cold and lonely.She took out a carefully kept emerald jade token from her sleeve and handed it to Yuan Chun.

"This is Lingyue's token, which can order her to stay in the dark army in Huai Song Dynasty." Her voice was flat and cold, "As far as I know, Chu Qiao is likely to be stranded in Yan Kingdom. It's all about bringing her back."

"……Feel sorry."

"Why," she smiled lightly, but the tears were fleeting, "This is the end of the matter, so there is no need to say more."

The fleeting years she had with that person were ultimately buried in the ups and downs of power.

The Sri Lankan has passed away, and he is buried on the way home with no mercy.