Chapter 767

With a soft smile, Gong Yueyue's eyes were covered with fresh pear blossom white. The pure and dazzling made her heart tired. There was a faint bleary look in the middle of her eyebrows. She said quietly: "I hope my son is stupid and Lu, and there is no disease and disaster to the public Secretary."

Not far away, Hongyi, who plays among shallow grass and fragrant flowers, sends out laughter like a bell from time to time, and his small figure implicitly writes a leisurely meaning.

In the clear blue sky, a scarlet Phoenix Butterfly Kite is flying happily, flying higher and higher, as if it had nothing to do with the world.

However, if you look at the past carefully, you will see the thin and transparent white silk thread that implicates it and the world.

Gong Yue smiled but didn't speak. He gently stroked Zhongyue's small face. He saw that his big dark pupil was full of surprise, and his small body tilted away with the direction of the ant. Looking at the cute appearance of the little guy, Gong Yueyue's cheek smiled more and more.

I suffered a lot on the day I gave birth to him. In the midsummer of August, sweat came to me with pain. Because the woman's birth is accompanied by blood color, the husband cannot enter the delivery room when the wife in South Vietnam gives birth.

However, Zhao Changyuan, who was already the son of heaven, insisted on staying beside Gong Yueyue, who was giving birth, staring at her thin green jade like fluffy black hair soaked with sweat. Zhao Changyuan couldn't help wetting his eyes and whispered, "Yueyue, let you suffer."

The crisp baby's cry broke the solemn heat and hugged the little baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. Zhao Changyuan was happy and refused to put him down.

Since Zhongyue was born, he has been raised by Gong Yueyue himself, and this child is really smart. Since childhood, he likes reading poetry and books, and never forgets, which is quite loved by Zhao Changyuan.

"Empress." A gloomy male voice pulled Gong Yueyue's thoughts back, gently removed his eyes from Zhong Yue, stared at him lightly, Gong Yueyue couldn't help smiling and whispered, "it's Lord pan."

At that time, Zhongyue also turned his attention to pan Yun and said to Gong Yue, "empress mother, I want to find my father to play."

With a green smile, Gong Yueyue buried his head in the golden powder and gently said to Zhong Yue in the sunlight: "my father is worrying about the government affairs. You will disturb him as soon as you go."

Unexpectedly, Zhongyue's dark eyes turned and smiled like a spring silkworm's fat little finger pointing at Pan Yun, laughing: "every time he leaves, my father doesn't have to worry about political affairs. Now he's leaving, and my father must be idle."

After that, Zhongyue raised his white face and looked at Gong Yueyue with a few proud expressions. Seeing his innocent appearance, Gong Yueyue felt a little soft in his heart and said quietly, "well, go in and find your father."

"Qin e, take Zhong Yue into the temple." Gong Yueyue gazed at Qin e with a smile. The power of time had quietly chiseled the small Qin e axe into a beautiful girl.

The ruddy oval face bloomed with a soft smile. Qin e's eyes were also stained with a strong smile, holding Zhongyue's soft hands, and they slowly walked to the hall.

Suddenly, the breeze blew over the red flower branches intertwined with green leaves, bringing a strong fragrance. Looking at the swaying flowers, a woman's dignified face swept Gong Yueyue's thoughts like a gauze.

Staring at the young queen in front of her in a jade silver thread embroidered plum spring shirt, pan Yun only felt that her quiet face was particularly clear and refined, which was totally different from the usual arrogance of women of noble origin.

The kind of pure lingering all over the body is natural, with a charm of parting from the world of mortals and joining the blue, hidden with a touch of dust-free loneliness, but cold, people can't help but want to get close to her and give her full of warmth.

In those years, it was because of Gong Yueyue's quiet aura that Pan Yun made up his mind to make her the princess of South Vietnam.

"Lord pan, my wife has been dead for some time." Gong Yueyue gently raised his white wrist and touched the winding grape vines falling along the green bamboo frame. The snow-white neck was warmed by the spring sun sprinkled through the gap, which made people feel a different kind of joy.

"Well, it's almost eight years since my death." Pan Yun's expression suddenly put a heavy loneliness on the cage, and his voice and color became dull immediately.

Her eyes gently stared at the winding lines between the tender leaves of grapes. Gong Yueyue's faint smile rippling on her lips also slowly disappeared. She pondered for a moment. She said softly: "I heard Changyuan say that in those years, adult pan was weak and became the top student in high school. On the day of releasing the list, you wore a flowing red number one scholar's robe and rode around Lin'an City on a snow-white high horse. Just riding under the Wuyang gate, a delicate pink peach blossom folding fan happened to fall from the sky and hit you on the shoulder. "

Turning back slightly, Gong Yueyue's jade white clothes were moved by the spring wind, staring at Pan Yun standing with her head down. Her voice was a little more tender and said softly: "it turned out that Princess Wuning from King Qinghe was crowded among the royal family members. In a moment of urgency, she fell the folding fan in her hand. Later, when the first emperor learned about it, he smiled and said that it was a heavenly marriage, so he married Princess Wuning to Lord pan. "

The warm golden powder sunlight vigorously spread all over the garden. The busy bees are waving their small yellow wings and wandering in the pink peach blossoms among the green branches.

Gong Yueyue's eyes looked at the little bug who was greedy for the fragrance of flowers and stamens, and said in a low voice: "I know that Lord pan has a deep relationship with the princess. Even if the princess can't have children, you haven't abandoned her. But, Lord pan, after eight years, you should have a home again. "

Hearing this, pan Yun looked surprised for a moment, gently raised his head, put his eyes on Gong Yueyue, bowed down for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "empress Xie took care of me, but, Minister..."

Gong Yueyue straightened his face, and his soft white fingers gently released the grape leaves, stroked the warm lanolin hairpin on his temples, and a cool feeling ran through his heart along the palm of his hand. He said in a straight voice, "Lord pan, it's better to add a daughter. You've tasted loneliness alone for so many years. I married South Vietnam because of you. Today, I also want to make a wedding for Lord pan. "

After that, Gong Yueyue gently moved his head, and his gentle eyes lightly covered pan Yun's quiet face. Facing her eyes, pan Yun clearly felt a different kind of firmness from the rippling tenderness.

"Lord pan, remarriage is not disrespect to Princess Wuning. On the contrary, it is the best memorial to her. You know, she also hopes you can get the happiness of the world again! "

Gong Yueyue's dark pupil suddenly hid a little mist of tears, and his tone gradually became violent. Words and sentences fell into pan Yun's heart after sleeping for a long time.

"The foreign minister pan Yun feels that the queen is worried about me. However, if the Queen really wants her to marry again, the minister is only willing to marry her. The people next to her can't agree anyway!"