After the morning court, in the study room of Ran Wei Palace, Ran Emperor Ran Yongzeng, dressed in dark brown cannon, sat beside the book desk with a cold and indifferent expression. He took a memorial, glanced at it casually, and put it down again. He seemed a little uneasy. [
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He clenched his hands into fists and said, "Ahem!" He coughed twice.
"Your Majesty, please pay attention to your health and take your time before reviewing! Don't wait for a while." A dull voice sounded.
Ran Yong once took a look at the man standing at the bottom. He looked like he was in his forties, wearing a military uniform. He was thin and had a bronze face. He looked very energetic and spoke with great energy.
"Nangong, you and I have been friends for more than 20 years. We have been together through life and death. When have you ever seen me being lazy?"
Hearing Ran Huang's words, Nangong Wei felt uncomfortable. A sad look appeared on his face, which was not handsome at all, and his voice became deeper, "Your Majesty, the dragon body is important."
Ran Yong once saw the worried look on Nangong Wei's face.
"Ahem," he said with a look of relief.
"Nangong! Life and death are fateful. I can live for more than ten years. God is not kind to me."
Seventeen years ago, in the ninth year of Ran Wei, Dai Guo attacked Ran Wei, and Emperor Ran personally attacked him with poisonous arrows. The poison was very overbearing, and now the remaining poison has invaded the internal organs. Not even his beloved Concubine Xiao knew about this.
Only Nangong Wei, who is a confidant, knows.
Ran Yongzeng stood up, walked closer, and patted his shoulder to express comfort.
He took a deep breath and asked, "Nangong, who was in the ancestral temple last night?"
Nangong Wei, who was immersed in worry, was slightly startled, not expecting His Majesty Ran Huang to ask such a question.
"Your Majesty, the Third Prince went to the ancestral temple last night, the Crown Prince's people also went there, and there was another group of people who should be protecting Princess Jin."
"Ahem, the ancestral temple was not peaceful last night, and beautiful women brought disaster. I hope the ancestors won't blame me."
Ran Yongzeng walked outside the door silently, pondered for a moment, and retracted his wandering thoughts, "Ahem, Nangong, what do you think of the girl above the main hall? Can the power behind her protect itself?"
Nangong Wei frowned, "Your Majesty, it's hard to say."
Ran Yongzeng smiled hoarsely and patted him on the shoulder again. He was like a brother, without the majesty of an emperor at all. "I knew you would say this. It's time for me to take precautions in advance."
Time is like quicksand, slipping through your fingers inadvertently.
Murong Feixue had been busy all day, and it was night again. She was hungry and sleepy, and she was feeling drowsy and lack of energy.
"Princess Jin!" I heard that damn voice again.
"Yes, aunt!"
She sat up straight, but she had to lower her head under the eaves. Feixuexin cursed, "When I leave here, I will ask my subordinates to tear your old bones apart."
It's not that she, Murong Feixue, doesn't respect the elderly and loves the young, it's that these two aunts are too hateful. The words "Princess Jin" have been used one hundred and eight times today.
The moon hung high for nine days, and as night fell, Feixue caressed her hungry belly, longing for the arrival of her husband, Ran Qingxun.
At night, when the moon was half bright and the lamp was half dim, Murong Feixue became increasingly sleepy and fell asleep lying on the desk.
A special aroma rushed into her nose. Feixue tightened her nose. Before opening her eyes, she murmured in a low voice like she was dreaming: "I'm probably fainting from hunger. Why can I smell the aroma of meat? It must not be the case."
real."
I just feel that the fragrance is getting stronger and stronger. Even in a dream, it can't be so real! Feixue rubbed her eyes sleepily and looked ahead blankly, "When did you come?"
Ran Qingxun sat in the main hall, without raising her eyes, minding her own business roasting pigeons over the charcoal fire.
Feixue calmed down, and when the acupuncture points of the two Yashas were tapped, she suddenly realized that this was the ancestral temple, "Ran Qingxun, this is the ancestral temple. The fireworks will attract the guards outside."
Ran Qingxun didn't raise her eyes and wrote lightly: "My guess is good. They should know about my arrival. As long as I don't light up the ancestral temple, they probably won't come in."
Murong Feixue said suspiciously: "Are you sure?"
Ran Qingxun glanced at him coldly, curled her lips, and snorted: "Do you think they are all fools?"
Seeing that the pigeon was cooked, Ran Qingxun stood up and walked to Murong Feixue and handed it over, "The wound hasn't healed yet. If you eat it, it won't leave any scars."
Murong Feixue looked stunned, and suddenly found that she had become clumsy in front of him. When she came to her senses, a smile appeared on her face, "Thank you, but since you admit that I am your princess, and you obviously care about me, why do you say it so coldly?"
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Ran Qingxun raised her eyebrows and said indifferently: "Aren't you hungry? Why are you talking so much?"
Although he was fierce, he was caring about himself, and his heart was warm. His mood was clear at this time, as the cold winter had melted away and welcomed the warm sunshine of spring. He was eating gracefully, and his face was filled with this happy glow.
Ran Qing hugged Feixue like a little woman, completely losing her original arrogance. She seemed very satisfied, frowning slightly and saying, "That's just an ordinary pigeon."
Ran Qingxun hesitated several times and finally asked the question she had always wanted to ask, "Princess Feixue, what do you like about me? Is it because of my appearance?"
Feixue stopped chewing, wiped the corners of her mouth with a brocade handkerchief, and explained with a very solemn look: "Ran Qingxun, listen carefully, I want to marry you because I love you, I said I like you
It’s not about status or your appearance. What I want is feeling. As long as it feels right, I will fight for it even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead.”
This was the first time someone mentioned the term feeling, and Ran Qingxun was filled with doubts, "What exactly is the feeling you are talking about? Is it what you call love?"
In ancient times, it was said that there are only three obediences and four virtues, and the idea of matchmaking, like Feixue's, is completely deviant.
"That feeling is one lovesickness and two concerns. You will miss me unconsciously, and your emotions will affect your heart. A little bit of heartbeat, even a look in your eyes will make you feel happy."
Murong Feixue saw Ran Qingxun, who had a look of confusion in her eyes, with a faint smile on her lips, staring at her beloved, her eyes full of expectation, "The happiest thing in life is to hold hands with the one you love.