After leaving the camp, Murong Shuqing no longer followed Shang Jun back to the camp, and did not talk to her again, but walked alone under the plum tree, sitting silently, leaning back against the rough trunk, staring at her. With the gradually sloping sunset. The light golden afterglow of the sun shone on her body, which did not make her look softer, but added a bit of coldness.
Shang Jun followed her all the way, and didn't dare to speak, so he stood behind her for a long time, until his chest hurt so much that he couldn't help coughing, Murong Shuqing sighed softly, opened his eyes, and turned to face Shang Jun. Looking at the woman who could hardly stand in front of her, but still stood stubbornly behind her for almost half an hour, her face was pale, and in those heroic eyes, there were apologies, prayers, guarantees, and more Yes, but insist. She is like this, what should she say
Qing didn't speak for a long time, and Shang Jun was very clueless. He knew that Qing was annoyed that she didn't take care of her body, and that she was angry that she was stubborn and aggressive, but she had her own perseverance and reasons why she had to go. The two looked at each other like this, and finally, Shang Jun whispered: "Qing-"
That's it! Murong Shuqing raised her hand to stop her from continuing. She didn't want to hear her reasoning to persuade her. In short, she has decided to go, and it is useless to say it by herself. If you can't stop her, you can only do your best to help her.
"Don't say it, I know it's useless to persuade you. There are still seven days, rest well, I will talk to Xiuzhi about borrowing people, and you don't have to worry about the candidates who break the formation."
"I... thank you." She wanted to say something, but she was speechless at this moment. She understood her, so what else could she say? Covering his aching chest, Shang Jun slowly turned and left.
At the moment when Shang Jun left, Murong Shuqing's low and shallow voice came, "Jun, promise me, come back alive."
The two people with their backs facing each other didn't look back. The corners of Shang Jun's mouth, which had been somewhat stiff, rose slightly at this moment, and she replied firmly, "Okay." After speaking, she walked slowly but happily to leave. Go, Murong Shuqing also raised the corners of his lips lightly, feeling the warmth of the sun.
When Murong Shuqing opened her eyes again, night had come, and she fell asleep again under this plum tree. Murong Shuqing chuckled and wanted to stretch her body, only to realize that she was covered with a thick sable cape. No wonder she could sleep so peacefully in the middle of winter.
"You just like to appreciate plums when it's freezing cold?"
Murong Shuqing was about to get up when a low and slightly mocking male voice came from beside her, which startled her. Right next to the tree trunk she was leaning against, Xuanyuan Yi was also leaning on the other side of the tree trunk, looking up and not bright the stars, and turned a blind eye to the bright moon shining brightly overhead.
No wonder she likes to watch the stars and the moon under this plum tree. Through the mottled leaves, the dimly lit stars appear and disappear from time to time, and they seem confusing, accompanied by the faint plum fragrance, which really makes people feel refreshed.
Murong Shuqing pulled the cloak on his body, stood up, stretched his waist, slowly walked under the tree, and looked up at the white plum trees full of trees. Under the moonlight, the white plum tree shone softly, and occasionally the petals of the plum tree would be blown off by the wind, flying and withering. This may be the most beautiful turn before it turned into spring mud.
The moment the petals fell, Murong Shuqing said softly:
how to make you meet me
in my most beautiful moment
for this
I have been praying before the Buddha for five hundred years
Pray to the Buddha, let us form a relationship
Buddha turned me into a tree
grow along the road you must pass
in the sun
Discreetly full of flowers
Duoduo is the hope of my past life
when you get close
please listen carefully
the trembling leaf
It's the passion I'm waiting for
And when you finally pass by ignoring
fell behind you
that's not petals
That's my withered heart
I used to think this poem was very beautiful, but I was just appreciating it and couldn't understand it. I always felt that every time I read it, I felt a little suspicious. Tonight, looking at these swirling petals, she actually felt the slightest bit of distress and pity. Could it be that she has been in this ancient times for a long time, and she also has a problem of sentimentality.
A gust of wind blew, and the petals that originally fell on the palm rose with the wind. After a few rotations, they quietly fell into the mud. Slowly withdrew his hand, Murong Shuqing leaned on the generous tree trunk again, looked at the bright moon, and replied with a half-smile: "Who makes this white plum most beautiful is in this cold and freezing night. Woolen cloth?"
"What a fancy poem." Is that a verse? Xuanyuan Yi was also very puzzled, there was no rhyme, and the format was not restricted, but she whispered in such a clear and shallow way, but it was so beautiful that it would hurt people's hearts to hear it.
Murong Shuqing replied with a chuckle, "Yes, it's very unique. How many landscapes, how many red flowers and green trees, and how many flowers need pity?"
Murong Shu Qing's voice finally fell, and only felt a shadow flash, Xuanyuan Yi was already standing in front of her, his tall and generous body trapped her between her and the tree trunk. Xuanyuan Yi seemed to feel that it wasn't enough, so he pressed against Murong Shuqing's forehead and whispered, "I want to pity only the green lotus in Lianxin Lake."
The small voice was beating Murong Shuqing's heart, well, let's make it clear today, she took a deep breath and asked, "Is this the answer you want to give me?"
"Yes." Xuanyuan Yi blurted out without thinking, he had thought long enough.
Unable to hide the smirk at the corner of his mouth, Murong Shuqing continued, "But Qinglian can only be planted by itself. If you put it together with other delicate flowers, she will wither."
Xuanyuan Yi slowly moved his lips to Murong Shuqing's ear, and whispered word by word: "From now on, there will be no more." If she was with her for the rest of her life, it would be enough. He is not a person who likes groups of wives and concubines. He just didn't understand why she was so rigid about it before, but if it was for her, he would be the only one in his life.
Feeling itchy in her ears, Murong Shuqing tilted her head slightly, Xuanyuan Yi's warm breath sprayed deep and shallow on her face, she dodged gently, pushed him with a chuckle, and replied, "Do you understand? There is an orchid, and there is a peony in the palace. And…”
Suddenly, Xuanyuan Yi held her cheeks with both hands, causing Murong Shuqing to quickly shut up. The body that wanted to retreat was trapped between the trees by Xuanyuan Yi's body, and his slowly approaching lips made Murong Shuqing tremble unconsciously.
Murong Shuqing only felt the heat on his lips, Xuanyuan Yi pressed her lips against hers and kissed her without flinching. The warm breath had his taste, but it was unusually gentle.
Soon, Xuanyuan Yi let go of her, pressed her forehead, and asked in a low voice, "Do you still want to be sure?"
Murong Shuqing gasped lightly and shook her head quickly. Tonight, he was like him but not like him, which made her heart beat wildly. Xuanyuan Yi smiled lowly and did not embarrass her any more. It turned out that he just held her in his arms, which made him feel at ease and satisfied.
Murong Shuqing leaned against his arms, enjoying the rare peace. She has feelings for Xuanyuan Yi, she has never denied it, but she has never been sure whether he can meet her requirements, so she does not dare to fall in love with her. Since he has already taken a step today, why can't she take a brave step as well?
The moonlight stretched the shadows of the two embracing each other very long, one tall and the other short, but they stood shoulder to shoulder.
After a long time, Murong Shuqing raised his head, "I want to say one more thing."
What else does she want to say? Wasn't his guarantee enough
"You marry me immediately." Murong Shuqing raised her head slightly and looked at him with a smile.
"What?" Xuanyuan Yi exclaimed, this is what she wanted to say? When he came back to his senses, Xuanyuan Yi burst out laughing. He fell in love with a woman, which always surprised him. Raising his eyebrows slightly, Xuanyuan Yi said with a low smile, "I should say this sentence!"
Murong Shuqing, like him, also raised her eyebrows slightly, as if asking for advice, "Is there a difference?"
Grabbing Murong Shuqing's hand and putting it on his chest, Xuanyuan Yi looked helpless and replied, "The difference is that my self-esteem will be hurt." He had a hunch that his Qinger would let him in the future There are more traumatic times.
The strong and slightly rapid heartbeat in the palm of his hand made Murong Shuqing feel a little embarrassed to withdraw his hand, but it was a pity that Xuanyuan Yi held her firmly, preventing her from retreating. Shrugging his shoulders, Murong Shuqing had no choice but to nod and smile: "Okay, then please ask for a marriage as soon as possible."
"Ask for a marriage?" This surprised Xuanyuan Yi. He was a first-rank official of the imperial court, and he was also a general of the township of the East. He was absolutely qualified to ask the emperor to grant marriage. But with Qing'er's habit, she should shy away from these royal red tapes, and besides, she will not despise those royal honorable names. Today, she insists on giving marriage. Is there any secret? !
Looking at Shang Xuanyuanyi's puzzled eyes, Murong Shuqing sighed softly: "You should know the rumors in the capital, and the part of the agreement was spread by me. For the part of the dissent, you should know who it is! "She didn't want this royal marriage. For others, it may be a supreme honor, but for her, it is trouble. But she had no choice.
petition? Could it be—
Xuanyuan Yi hugged Murong Shuqing to his chest and asked in a low voice, "You mean, the emperor? He has seen you?"