[Volume 5] Chapter 110 Three climbs to the Yellow Crane Tower-11

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The sound of the yellow bells and the sound of the Great Lu spread throughout Ezhou City. The sound of the Qingyue bells symbolizes the beginning of the Great Li and Fa oath. Uploaded by netizens ==After the Great Li and Fa oath, there were also 9981 melodious sounds to show the alliance between the king and the ministers to reach the sky. As the bell rang, everyone in the city stopped and listened carefully. Immediately, on the warships on the riverside, and even on the Hanyang city on the opposite bank, drums and horns and cannons were sounded together to congratulate the court. In the streets and alleys, whether it was gentry or the people, everyone looked excited. Many people celebrating their foreheads, and even set off firecrackers. The melodious bells seemed to indicate the beginning of a new era.

In the Marquis of Wuchang, Zhao Xingde sat alone in the courtyard, listening quietly as the bell rings, he looked up at the clouds flowing in the sky, time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and seemed to fly away with the flowing clouds. His expression was calm, but in the eyes of Liu Wengu, the back of his mentor sitting alone was desolate and lonely. People who are famous all over the world are qualified, but not qualified to participate in this world-renowned ceremony.

The servants didn't know where to go, and there were only two masters and disciples in the courtyard, which seemed particularly lonely. At this time, when the outside world came to report, the eldest princess came to visit Zhao Hou. Liu Wengu looked surprised and looked at his mentor. Seeing that Zhao Xingde had not expressed his words, he went to the front hall to greet him. It was rumored in the court that the eldest princess belonged to Zhao Xingde, and Liu Wengu just regarded it as a rumor. The princess of this dynasty was not as arrogant as the Tang Dynasty, and this rumor must have been passed down by those who were interested. However, the eldest princess was surrendering to the nobles, but it seemed to confirm the rumor. Zhao Huan's beauty was beyond Liu Wengu's imagination. He dared not look at it too much. After the salute, he lowered his head and brought the princess to the courtyard, and then stood far away, not daring to eavesdrop on his mentor and His princess talk. I don't know whether it was the young man's blood or curious, but his heart was rumbling.

A slender figure stood behind him. After a long time, Zhao Xingde sighed and whispered: "Since the beginning of this dynasty, the scholars and scholars in the world agree with each other. The affairs of the country and the world should be taken care of by men. The Buddha felt a cold look at him. Zhao Xingde hesitated for a moment and sighed, "The family has a virtuous wife, and your highness should have a good relationship. Why bother involved in the political struggle in the court? If the world needs to sacrifice a woman to save, the world will be over!"

"I," Zhao Huan's pink neck was slightly red, and she lowered her head and whispered, "I, I have known you for a long time, in Bianliang."

Her body trembled slightly, and her mouth was astringent and salty smell. At this time, Zhao Huan really heard his voice. It was low, blamed, and a hint of gentleness. More than ten years ago, Zhao Huan was just a little girl. If it weren't for that portrait, I wouldn't even remember Zhao Xingde's appearance. Many things were difficult to understand without personal experience. With an unrealistic fantasy, Zhao Huan survived the most difficult years and staggered to him. The corners of her eyes were slightly wet. I don't know whether it was excitement or grievance, but her mouth was slightly pouting and she cried.

Zhao Xingde stood up with an awkward look. He had always encountered such things. Li Ruoxue was reasonable and Han Ningshuang was even more slutty. Seeing Zhao Huan biting his mouth and Chun, his nose was slightly raised, and his pitiful look, as if he had been bullied by someone, Zhao Xingde looked at his left and right guiltily. Liu Wengu hurriedly lowered his head, at a loss, as if he was looking at the ants on the ground carefully. There were no one else on the left and right, Zhao Xingde glared at him fiercely.

"Your Highness, are you?" Zhao Xingde took out a brocade handkerchief from his arms, hesitated for a moment, and handed it out to "wipe it."

Zhao Huan took the veil aggrievedly. Zhao Xingde frowned, a little confused. At this time, he really owe her. He noticed that the princess's appearance looked familiar, but she was wearing a light plum blossom makeup on her face, which was hard to see clearly. Her long black hair was tied into a fallen horse bun, revealing her slender neck, her skin was as delicate as cream, and she was wearing a light green and white palace outfit. A bunch of silky waist was dragged onto the ground, and she couldn't hide her slim figure. Zhao Xingde said to himself: "Strange, why do you look familiar?" He couldn't keep staring at people and looked away with embarrassment. Zhao Huan wiped his tears, and did not return the veil, but put it away himself.

"I knew you a long time ago." Zhao Huan raised his head and looked at Zhao Xingde, with his long eyelashes shaking. She bit her mouth and Chun, and plucked up the courage to say it again, "I knew you a long time ago, not that the emperor's brother forced him to marry him." She was talking about "knowing", not "knowing", because there is no such thing as "knowing" between her and Zhao Xingde.

The hazy feeling was locked in her heart, like a drop of ink dripping on white paper. As the years passed, the ink gradually faded, but it dissipated and became more eye-catching. Zhao Huan prayed for him for peace, and even prayed for his family to reunite with his wife, but never expected that he could be with him. But she knew vaguely that when he was closest to him, if he didn't try to catch him, he would be gone again. Now, he was standing in front of him.

Zhao Huan's hands seemed cold because of tension. Her timid body shook a little. The ethics in the palace were not a joke. He had to say his thoughts in person in front of his sweetheart. Zhao Huan was worried that he would immediately run away and never dared to meet him again. The thoughts that had been hidden for a long time seemed to bloom. In this moment, the fragrance was released, and he was fascinated by himself. Zhao Huan lowered his head, and the clogs cut the damp soil into shallow traces.

Zhao Xingde was a little stunned. He was a person who had experienced it, and his attitude was very familiar. Although he didn't know the cause, he realized something in his heart. Zhao Xingde felt a little guilty and said carefully: "Zhao already has a family, and his favor is his shallow blessing, and he cannot repay him." He looked up and looked around. There was no one around, and even Liu Wengu didn't know where to retreat. He calmed down in his heart, hoping that there would be no rumors that would tarnish His Highness's reputation.

"I know," Zhao Huan's cheeks appeared. She looked up at Zhao Xingde, "The father has an empress, and my mother. Mrs. Li is your first wife, and I will be humble and not compete for favor with her." Her eyes widened, "General Liu Guangshi submitted a letter a few months ago to ask for an imperial decree for another wife, and the imperial court also agreed." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"That's also a concubine," Zhao Xingde sighed and looked at Zhao Huan, "Zhao already has a wife. According to the laws of the court, he cannot marry again. At most, he can only take concubines. How can I, a princess of the Song Dynasty, be a concubine?" When he said this, he looked at his back as if a cold look. He sighed and whispered, "Brother Damu has a saying that food is the law of heaven, and those who have no place to put chopsticks on the mountain and sea, are the law of heaven. Men, women, husband and wife are the law of heaven, and those who have a group of wives and concubines are the law of heaven. Those who are self-disciplined should keep the law of heaven, and when they reach this point, Zhao Xingde sighed, "Zhao does not dare to be a gentleman, and dare not delay a woman's life with his own self."

"Well, but," Zhao Huan heard the decisive meaning of his words, and tears rolled in his eyes, "But I am"

"The rain and dew moisten the earth, and it cannot fill a pool like a spring. Every woman must be cared for and protected carefully. Don't entrust your thoughts to a person who is lucky like a moth to a fire." Zhao Xingde thought of another woman, and felt even more guilty, and his tone became more gentle. He looked at Zhao Huan with some pity, "What your highness likes is perhaps not Zhao, but a kind of emotion. The loneliness in the deep palace is a painting, accompanied by day and night.

There is also a feeling of attachment around him. This feeling is like a gorgeous dress, just put on Zhao. His Highness regards Zhao as a close person. Zhao Ming feels it, but he cannot use this trip to burn the piano and cook the crane, which makes the pearls fall into secretly and mislead people for life. Your Highness should not doubt that there are better people in front of you. You can collect this dress well, and in the future you can also put it on a man who can truly give loyalty and protect His Highness forever."

Zhao Huan lowered his head, his chest slightly fluctuated, and he tried hard to hold back his tears. After Zhao Xingde finished speaking, she waited for a long time before she raised her head, forced a smile, and said angrily: "I can't understand what you said." Zhao Xingde sighed, but he couldn't see it. He also fell silent. Some things, if you say too much, are too much.

After a while, Zhao Huan took a deep breath, as if he had buried his heart again. When she raised her head again, she met the caring gaze opposite and whispered: "Thank you Mr. Zhao." Zhao Xingde smiled and waved his hand, "What do you thank me? Haven't you known me for a long time?" Zhao Huan nodded, her eyes regained their spirits, and she smiled: "Yes, I knew Mr. Zhao more than ten years ago, and I always wanted Mr. Zhao to accompany me out of the palace to play." She blinked and smiled: "Mr. Zhao, do you want the little girl to accompany you to have some breath, but you have a wish?" Her pretty face blushed, as if she had a light rouge.

Zhao Xingde was under house arrest for a long time and smiled and said, "I dare not ask for anything." He sighed and shook his head, "But is this possible?" His eyes fell on the courtyard wall. Although he couldn't see it, there must be soldiers guarding the military personnel everywhere. Zhao Huan looked at him with a sudden look, his expression was slightly dark, and his heart felt sympathy again.

"Brother and Chen Xiang both knew it," she walked closer and whispered, "I will come to visit Mr. I might." She blinked a little cunningly, and then turned around and hurried away. Zhao Xingde watched her back disappear behind the red walls and green tiles hidden by flowers and trees, and walked back to the place where he had just sat in a daze. After Zhao Huan's disturbance, the feeling of desolation and loneliness just now was swept away. Zhao Xingde shook his head, put down his thoughts, picked up a strong bow, and shot a target in the yard with one arrow.
Chapter completed!