The guards of the Tiger-Wing Army escorted a carriage back to the founding Baoyi Marquis Mansion. During the Yuan Dynasty, the people of Luoyang knew these cavalrymen who were dancing with war horses. They watched them escorting an ordinary carriage parked in front of the Marquis' Mansion. After the Hu-Wing Army handed over with the officers guarding the Marquis' Mansion, they rushed away slowly. Although Zhang Caiwei enthusiastically tried to keep him, Li Ruoxue still returned to the mansion. After all, this was the home. The Baoyi Marquis' Mansion occupied a large area, and the logistics department hired more than a dozen servant maids first, but to Li Ruoxue, they were strangers, and the only relatives around her were the children held by both hands.

For many men and women in Luoyang, the Yuan night will be a sleepless night. Although Zhao Yong and Zhao Zhuo were still young, they were so excited that they couldn't sleep. They kept begging their mother to go to bed late. Li Ruoxue had to raise their faces to scare them, and finally reached a compromise. They would tell three stories tonight. By the time they were two and a half, the child had fallen asleep peacefully, and his little face was pink like an apple. Li Ruoxue's eyes showed a strong motherly gentleness. Staying away from parents and brothers, her husband was out, and these two children were also her most important sustenance.

After coaxing the child to sleep, Li Ruoxue herself was not sleepy. She put the roll back on the bed, sat on the dressing table and took off the hairpin, jade hairpin, flower ornaments, step shaking, crown comb, jade bracelet and other accessories. She put these jewelry neatly back into the box, and Li Ruoxue looked at herself in the mirror and felt a little lost. The woman in the mirror changed from a shy and reserved girl to a gentle and charming young woman, with a faint sorrow between her eyebrows. The hazy light and shadow trembled, and her delicate face gradually became soft, with her long black hair softly covering her chest, and the plump embroidered shirt rose and fell slightly with her breathing. The beauty moistened her arms like jade, and she looked thoughtful, which was particularly pitying. The woman in the mirror closed her eyes slightly, and a drop of crystal tears sifted out, silently slid down her cheeks.

"......The broken fragrance has a bad feeling, and the west wind urges the sycamore tree to fall. The sycamore tree falls, and the autumn scenery is still there, and it is still lonely."

Li Ruoxue sighed softly, bent her knees and curled up her legs, and sat on the makeup stool with her brocade quilt. Her eyes were a little confused, looking at the changing sky light outside. The fireworks kept flashing in the sky, and the changing light and shadows passed through the window paper and reflected into the room. If she could choose, she would rather support each other like many ordinary women in the Song and Xia countries, day and night, men and women love each other, flowing slowly and plainly, rather than the female bachelor who people talk about.

Although there is no such thing as "a woman without talent is virtue", women who are famous for their talent are mostly like mysterious fish, Xue Tao is as despised as others, and they are as poor as Cai Wenji, Zhuo Wenjun, and Guan Wan'er. A serious woman is so talented that she is used to take care of her husband and children. Occasionally, she has excellent works, and every word is full of deep feelings, so how can people know it, and even recite it to everyone, and she is fascinated by the heart. Li Ruoxue is as lonely as Wang Baochuan, who is guarding the cold kiln. Her heart cannot be a simple slight ripples of quiet water. Her loneliness, her sorrow, and her bitterness are just like her amazing talents. In the same situation, she will always be much more than ordinary women. However, the geese come and go.

Her pride does not allow her to express her feelings of separation to her husband like an ordinary woman. She is always a warm, considerate and elegant wife, allowing Zhao Xingde to make achievements with peace of mind. This smart and beautiful woman will always wait for his return. However, although this kind of waiting is willing, it is not acceptable. Poetry expresses aspirations and lyrics affection. She is very smart and never complains every word, but the twists and turns, deep longing, and every bit of it are all in the long and short sentences that are hard-working. Everyone in the world sees it, everyone in the world knows it, and the benefactor she misses will naturally know it. As long as he knows, she doesn't care about the surprise and praise of others or the gossip of gossip.

A woman's talent is a fragrance, sometimes it may attract bees and butterflies to bring trouble. In the Wenci Academy of the Bachelor's House of Xia, men who are obsessed with poetry and wine because they cannot become officials are indispensable. They are like butterflies flying among flowers, good at using beautiful words to stimulate people's hearts, lingering thoughts, and deep affection. Countless young girls in love with their sunsets are flying for them. They are more unconventional than the Confucian scholars of the Song Dynasty, and their temperaments are more ostentatious. They laugh at the Duke and Marquis, have a reputation for being a dirt, and ignore etiquette. In the Wenci Academy where the world's leading poets gather, Li Ruoxue is a cactus in the sea of ​​hot sand, which can be viewed from afar but not played with. She originally entered the Wenci Academy by complimenting and criticizing ancient and modern times. When she evaluates the poems of people of the times, she never showed any mercy.

, embarrassing, the sharpness and harshness that only belongs to women makes the most complacent person embarrassed, all distracting thoughts disappear, and only a sense of grievance is left. In the end, he has to be generous and admit that she is a sharp-tongued view. There are also rumors, mocking her for experiencing a pitiful resentment, and even vaguely sympathizes her husband for marrying such a sarcastic woman, or before Zhao Xingde's identity was revealed, he secretly mocked her for being as quick as she was, but married to a reckless warrior who was indecipherable and gentle. Even after Zhao Xingde's identity was revealed, some people speculated that if Li Ruoxue did not favoritism, this Neo-Confucian master of Kanto would not be able to get it.

Thinking of this, Li Ruoxue smiled sweetly and then frowned slightly. The beauty in the mirror showed two completely opposite styles, making people feel like they had experienced spring and autumn in an instant. Zhao Xingde almost never wrote poetry. All his energy was spent on marching and fighting, studying craftsmen's things, and exploring the truth. However, Li Ruoxue was not very interested in these things, didn't want to understand, and did not intend to comment on these things. Anyway, when the two were together, he knew that the depth of the eyebrows was enough. In her eyes, Zhao Xingde's great achievements were just a good husband, and the relationship between husband and wife was always the most important. The only worry was whether he had provoked the woman next to him again.

"It shouldn't be?" Li Ruoxue curled her lips. Every time she was upset about this, she would forgive Zhao Xingde again. Then, she suddenly realized that there was a tear in the corner of her eyes. Although Li Ruoxue accepted Han Ningshuang, this did not mean that she was generous. On the contrary, she was a woman with thoughts, a woman who needed more care, a lonely woman, and a jealous woman. If someone like this, Li Ruoxue would not know whether she would argue with her husband.

"There is no conscience." She gritted her teeth lightly, looked back at the child, and then smiled and looked worried again.

"If you don't come back, I will be really old." The beauty in the mirror smiled a little, looked back and gently stroked the child's pink face, and said to herself: "But, fortunately, there is someone to accompany me." Her heart was filled with warm happiness, and gently tucked the quilt for the children. The charcoal stove was burning warmly, and there was a cold that could not be dispelled by red charcoal. After lying down, Li Ruoxue subconsciously pulled the brocade quilt a little tightly, wrapped herself tightly inside, and then closed her eyes, and after a while, she breathed evenly. "It's good to have a clear dream at night, it should be a southern branch..."

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In Ezhou, in Furong Pavilion in the harem, Zhao Qi looked at the eldest princess with a smile and asked, "Don't the emperor like to sneak out of the palace for a walk during the Yuan Festival?" Their mother was born to her father and grew up together, and the brother-sister friendship was deep. Therefore, during the years when his elder brother Zhao Ke was the emperor, Zhao Huan was also affected by the fish in the pond and was confined to the cold palace, and the Lantern Festival was the same. Not only did he spend a period of lonely years, but he also delayed his marriage age. After Zhao Qi ascended the throne, he always felt a little guilty towards Zhao Huan and tried every means to make up for it.

"That's what I did when I was a child." Zhao Huan's pretty face turned slightly red and he said coquettishly, "What else does the emperor call it?"

At this moment, Zhao Qi was a little dry-mouthed. Zhao Huan inherited the beauty of the imperial concubine, and was naturally charming, but not as proud as a princess. Her usual cold appearance was already pitiful. When she was with someone she knew, the mood she showed inadvertently was always astonishing as if she had nothing to do. Whether it was Prince Jing's Mansion or succeeding to the throne, Zhao Qi was accustomed to beauty, but he didn't think anyone was born with beautiful beauty. "If you were adopted as a concubine," sometimes, Zhao Qi would even subconsciously think, "It must be three thousand favors." However, he could only think about such a wrong intention. The Song Dynasty ruled the world with etiquette and law, and the king's devil was expected for thousands of years. Every word and action was staring at, and even if it was a joke, it was not a good thing. What's so great?

"Yes, yes, my family Huanhuan has grown up long ago and it's time to get married." Zhao Qi said awkwardly, a hint of guilt surged in his heart.

Zhao Huan's face turned pale. Yuan Ye, did the emperor's brother actually tell him this? After Zhou He reported that the court "lacked good generals". In order to reward Liu Yanqing for his brave retreat, Liu Guangshi was appointed as the Xuanfu envoy of Huaixi. He heard that this man was greedy for money and lustful, and he had already refused. Does the emperor still want to use himself to win over Liu Guangshi? Zhao Huan lowered his head and tried not to let his tears flow out of his eyes.

"Zhao Xingde," Zhao Qi frowned and whispered, "I'm here in Ezhou today."

Zhao Huan's delicate body trembled, and Zhao Qi looked at him with a clear look and said with a smile: "My sister's thoughts are not perfect, but it is impossible to be a brother. Just wait for him to understand the troubles of the Ministry of Rites and the right time, and I will give Zhao Xingde a marriage." After saying that, he looked at Zhao Huan with a smile, as if he had done a good thing for his sister's lifelong happiness. He knew about Zhao Huan's love for Zhao Xingde a long time ago, but the law stipulated the rules of not marrying the same surname, so he didn't think about it. The current situation is prohibited, and the Ministry of Rites itself is discussing the law, so everything is natural. It is easy to get a thousand troops, but it is hard to find a general.
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