"Yes, Your Majesty." Lin Jinfeng stood up and accidentally glanced at Mo'er beside Ye Hen. He saw that her hair was slightly damp, her white clothes were as white as snow, and her posture was enchanting, as if she was the goddess of the Chu River. He had never seen her so beautiful.
The woman was startled and surprised, but she was fascinated by it.
Mo'er frowned slightly, knowing that he had lost his composure, he hurriedly looked away, put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the emperor ordered Jin Feng to bring eight hundred imperial guardsmen to greet Princess Li, but he didn't expect that
The princess encountered a bandit on the official road and her life and death are still unknown. Jin Feng searched all the way and didn't want to meet the prince here."
Ye Hen was silent. When he saw Lin Jinfeng, he already knew that he was here for Mo'er. He put one hand in his sleeve and exerted slight pressure on his fingers, and all the emotions in his body melted away.
The wind rustled in the bamboo forest, and her voice sounded softly but firmly in her ears: "I am the Princess of Li."
After finishing her words, not only Lin Jinfeng but also Ye Hen looked at her in surprise. Suddenly, it felt as if a piece of her heart had been cut, and the pain came quickly and sharply.
As long as she doesn't admit it, Lin Jinfeng will probably have a hard time finding a new life. Is she so anxious because she can't wait to marry into the palace and serve the emperor?
Ye Hen's eyes were deep, but his face was calm. Her hand was hanging by his side, soft and slender. He wanted to hold it to give her warmth and peace of mind. Before he moved, she had already walked towards Lin Jinfeng.
In front of him, there was a slight smile on his face: "Mo'er will return to the palace with Master Lin right now."
Lin Jinfeng bowed his hands and said, "Lin Jinfeng, the commander of the Weichen Yulin Army, pays homage to the empress."
Although Mo'er had not actually entered the palace, Emperor Chu Zhao had granted her the title of Second Grade Zhaoyi, so Lin Jinfeng called her empress.
This scream made Ye Hen's heart suffocate, and he also clenched his other hand. How could he not know that the palace gate was as deep as the sea, and if the two of them wanted to see each other again, they would probably never see each other again.
"Master Lin." Lin Jinfeng went to lead the horse, and Mo'er suddenly said from behind him: "I have a maid called Axiu, who was separated from me when I was fleeing that day. I want to find her first before returning to the palace.
Do you like it?"
Lin Jinfeng was startled, but immediately smiled and said, "The maid you mentioned is not tall, has an oval face, and is wearing yellow clothes?"
Mo'er's eyes were filled with surprise: "What the Lord said is absolutely true."
"Please don't worry, Madam, the woman is at the bottom of the mountain and was rescued by Wei Chen's subordinates." He said, turning and walking towards the horse.
Mo'er stood still and didn't move. She seemed to be able to feel the burning gaze behind her. How could she not feel pain in her heart? But she had no choice. Her father married her far away to Chu Zhao just for the long-term peace and stability of Li Country in the desert. Once something happened,
The people of Li State are suffering from the war. Even if she has selfish interests, she cannot bet on the people of Li State.
She turned back from the gap in the bamboo forest and looked at his haggard and sad face, with a hint of sadness in his eyebrows. She couldn't see his expression and pursed her lips slightly.
Ye Hen suddenly took a step forward, held her hand, his eyes were sincere and determined, "Wait for me, I will definitely take you away."
A glimmer of hope ignited in her heart, and she quietly pulled out her hand: "Your Majesty, see you later."
She whispered in her heart: I will wait for you, I will definitely wait for you.
Lin Jinfeng put down the stirrups, helped her jump onto the horse's back, bowed to Ye Hen and said, "I'll take my leave first."
Ye Hen kept her eyes cold and silent, her eyes just fell on the white moon. She sat upright on the horse and never looked back. In the place where he couldn't see, tears were pouring from her eyes. She thought about the grass in the bushes.
The sword was her only dowry. Lin Jinfeng went to get it, then held the reins and slowly left with her.
The sword hurts others, and the wounds most severe are those of others.
Axiu was only slightly injured, but he ran over when he saw her from afar.
The eight hundred imperial guards stretched out for hundreds of meters on the official road, and their formation was very huge.
"Your Majesty, please." Lin Jinfeng opened the sedan curtain and said respectfully.
Mo'er hesitated for a while and finally looked back.
I saw him standing in the bamboo forest dressed in black. The scenery around him suddenly became farther and farther away from him, and there was only endless loneliness lingering and spreading around him.
She held back the tears in her eyes and lowered herself into the sedan chair.
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The imperial palace in the Central Plains was originally such a prosperous scene. The top floors of the three palaces and six halls were paved with golden glazed tiles. The four corners were copper-cast animal-shaped water leaks. The palace walls were deep red and stretched for hundreds of miles.
The numerous buildings reflect the vast sky, and are full of auspiciousness.
Mo'er looked out from among the dense tassels embellished with the hikerchief, and could only see the beautiful red light filling the room. She thought it was the high-burning red candle on the table. The flickering light made the room feel lonely.
She was uneasy in her heart, and her two little hands were twisted together under the hem of her clothes. His oath in the forest suddenly sounded in her ears: "Wait for me, and I will definitely take you away."
Should she believe him?
But as a desert woman, she didn't understand the dangers of the palace, so how could she protect herself as well as jade?
Just when I was worried, I suddenly heard the sound of people kneeling on the ground outside.
"This servant comes to see the Emperor."
Two chambermaids pushed open the carved wooden door, one on the left and the other on the right. The incoming wind caused the candle wick on the table to shake violently twice. A palace maid closed the lamp with a lampshade painted with winter plums, then bent over and stepped back.
, and gently closed the door.
Mo'er's heartbeat quickened, knowing that the person coming in must be the emperor of Chu Zhaoguo.
She stood up quickly and knelt down in front of him, "Mo'er kowtows to the emperor."
Before she could fully kneel down, a strong hand held her arm. He had a sandalwood scent that smelled as good as Ye Hen's. It penetrated into her nostrils, making her feel like she had seen that person.
His voice is like a silk and bamboo instrument, and when the last note falls, there is still a lingering sound.
"On the day you and I get married, this kneeling will be unnecessary."
She was still panicked, but she only remembered saying: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
He took her hand to the bed and sat down, without using the weighing rod, he just casually took off the kerchief on her head.
In the swaying red candle, her side face looked like a beautiful figure cut out of ivory paper, so beautiful that it was so unearthly.
The bright red wedding robe made her complexion even more white and fair, without any blemishes.
The emperor's eyes flashed, but he immediately calmed down and said softly: "I feel very lucky that such a wonderful flower can grow out of the dry sand of the desert."
Mo'er smiled lightly, as light as water, as if the smile was just forced.
In the blink of an eye, she also saw the emperor's appearance clearly. Contrary to her imagination, the emperor of Chu Zhao was so young and handsome. There was a kind of sharpness in the upturned eyes, which was noble and cold.
There was a slight sound in the air, and a small moth fluttered on the candle beside the bed. It was instantly burned to ashes. Her eyes suddenly felt sad and sad. Seeing in the eyes of the emperor, she was so surprised.
He mourned slightly.
"It's getting late, let's take a rest." He put the handkerchief on the table aside and reached out to touch the quilt embroidered with large peonies with gold threads. Mo'er was shocked and blurted out: "The emperor wants to rest here tonight.