Chapter 303 Be Her Husband
Liu Yuetang looked at her for a long time and finally relented.
"Isn't it just a few strands of silk? If I don't give it to you, it would seem that I am petty."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and motioned Su Nanqing to stand up: "Then you can go with me to get it."
Su Nanqing's face lit up when she heard this, and she quickly thanked him: "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty, thank you for your grace."
Weiyang Palace and Changle Palace are very close to each other, and it only takes the time of an incense stick to arrive.
After Liu Yuetang got off the sedan chair, Su Nanqing hurriedly followed her.
He carefully observed the way she walked and the way she climbed the stairs, but he could not find any trace of Liu Yuetang's demeanor.
The good sister in her memory walked gracefully and elegantly, and her every move was gentle and dignified like a lady from a noble family.
But the Concubine Jing in front of him walked lightly, as if she was carrying the wind.
Su Nanqing was shocked when she stepped into Changle Palace. The walls of Changle Palace were rouge-colored, and the palace door was made of gilded rosewood, with a relief carving of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix. The phoenix's tail feathers were decorated with gold threads, and when the door was open, it looked like a phoenix spreading its wings.
The interior of the hall was even more extravagant, and the furnishings there were almost never seen before.
The chaise longue was carved from a whole piece of Burmese jade, and the tables and chairs next to it were also made of thousand-year-old sunken wood.
Beside the couch stood two enamel incense burners, burning exotic fragrances. Snow-white smoke curled up, thick but not greasy.
But there was no guzheng or bookshelf in the hall.
In the past, when Liu Yuetang had nothing to do, he loved playing chess, reading and playing the piano.
In the hall right now, the only musical instrument is the pipa, and the rest are swords brought from the grassland.
She looked carefully at Concubine Jing in front of her.
Could it be... that she really is not Liu Yuetang?
Just some similar looks?
"Jieyu Rou, please sit down and have a cup of tea. I have already asked Xueji to get it." Liu Yuetang slowly picked up the teacup beside her. The tea mist drifted over her eyelashes, making her lazy smile hazy.
"Yes." Su Nanqing nodded obediently, picked up the teacup and brought it to her mouth.
She didn't dare look at Liu Yuetang and the furnishings in the hall again, for fear of revealing her true identity, so after pretending to drink some tea, she sat quietly and waited.
The Changle Palace smells delicious, with incense and wintersweet.
It tastes sweet and a bit melancholy.
After a while, Xue Ji came out with the silk thread. She raised her hand lightly and threw the silk thread into Su Nanqing's arms.
That gesture didn't show any intention of handing over. Instead, it looked like someone was casually throwing away a worthless item with an arrogant attitude of giving alms.
Su Nanqing's palms tightened, and when she looked up, she saw Xue Ji smiling without any disrespect.
She suppressed her dissatisfaction and stood up: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the gift."
Liu Yuetang gently placed the teacup on the gold-painted tea tray, making a clear and crisp "ding" sound.
"No need to thank me, Concubine Rou, please take this silk thread back and embroider it."
A faint smile appeared on her lips, and the curve of her eyes was just right. "I believe that your good sister will know your feelings and will definitely thank you and bless you well."
Hearing the word "bless", Su Nanqing's eyelashes trembled. She didn't know if it was an illusion, she just felt that the person sitting in the upper seat seemed to have deliberately emphasized these two words.
She knelt down and said, "Yes, the Imperial Concubine is kind and benevolent. I believe she will bless you as well."
"I will take my leave now."
Watching Su Nanqing turn and leave, the smile on Liu Yuetang's face gradually disappeared. Her eyes fell on the graceful light smoke and she said softly, "It will naturally bless me."
The next day, in the study of Qinzheng Hall.
"Your Majesty, the people who went to Lanyue Kingdom to investigate have already received news. Lanyue does have a Princess Lanming, the biological daughter of King Lanyue. She just rarely stays in Lanyue."
After hearing Zhou Defu's report, Xiao Heng's pen tip paused slightly.
He smiled bitterly: "She really went to great lengths to hide this from me."
Xiao Heng sighed deeply, raised his eyes to look at the portrait of Liu Yuetang hanging on the bookshelf, his eyes gradually blurred.
She's clearly back?
Why are you unwilling to admit that you are Liu Yuetang?
He looked and looked, not knowing what he was thinking about. Suddenly, a layer of mist filled his eyes and he lowered his eyes in bewilderment.
"Your Majesty..." Zhou Defu stepped forward with a worried look on his face.
Xiao Heng raised his hand to stop him, "Go away, let me be quiet for a while."
Zhou Defu paused, bowed and replied, "Yes."
Xiao Heng pondered the painting for a long time.
Finally, he smiled with tears in his eyes, with a mixture of sadness and relief.
He stood up, took the scroll, and slowly wrapped the person in the painting into the plain satin, then rolled it up neatly.
He then took off the sachet containing the black hair from his waist and put it into the brocade box.
It was as if the entire past was locked in this small world.
That day, he wanted to start over with her.
But what he faced was a sea of fire and the loss of his beloved forever.
Now, love is back.
Since she wanted to be Zong Zheng Qianyin, she became Zong Zheng Qianyin.
It would be fine if he were her husband.
As long as I can hold her hand and she will never leave me.
In the days that followed, he slowly accompanied her.
This time, I will never let her down again.
So, Xiao Heng stood up in high spirits and walked out.
Seeing Xiao Heng's face full of understanding, Zhou Defu's face lit up with joy, and he quickly followed him. "Your Majesty, where are you going?"
Xiao Heng continued walking: "Changle Palace."
Changle Palace.
Liu Yuetang was stringing agate beads. When she heard the emperor arriving, she quickly stood up and walked to the corridor.
From a distance, she was standing at the door in plain clothes, the wind blowing through her drooping hair, and her clothes fluttering like cold smoke under the moon.
Xiao Heng hurried forward and shook hands with Liu Yuetang who was about to salute.
Her hands were no longer cold as before, but instead had a hint of warmth. The light touch actually caused a slight ripple of warmth to appear in people's hearts.
Xiao Heng held her jade-white hand in his palm and said, "This is the wind outlet. You don't have to stand up to greet me from now on."
"yes."
Liu Yuetang raised her eyes with a smile, and when their eyes met, Xiao Heng's eyes were gentle, just like before.
He took Liu Yuetang's hand and slowly sat down. Seeing the various agate beads on the table, he asked, "What are you doing with all these beads?"
"I am stringing beads."
"Oh? Stringing beads? What for?" Xiao Heng asked.
Liu Yuetang sat down and held up an agate, red like the setting sun on the grassland. "This agate is called 'Red Ying' in Lanyue. If you string ninety-nine beads together, it symbolizes longevity and worry-free years. I have nothing to do, so I wear it for fun."
"For a long time, without worries year after year..." Xiao Heng's eyes were full of smiles. He leaned forward slightly and got close to her face.
"Then, Yinyin, can you put one on for me?"
He no longer asked about her identity, and called her Yinyin as if she were a new concubine in the palace.
This made Liu Yuetang feel confused, and she lowered her eyes to avoid his close gaze.
"This is a girl's item. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for the Emperor to wear it."
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