C150 Beautiful Morning

Suo Xu was sent over by Wu Class with a smart servant girl. He was placed in a room and sat down. She was beautiful, and her hair was done in the style of an unmarried woman, a tall homocentric bun with six golden hairpins, an exquisite ivory comb at the back of her head, a butterfly jade ring, and a plum quill on her forehead, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a red lips on her cheeks. She was dressed in a rose-red cotton quilt and a red dress made of peony.

Yue Peng walked in and sat in front of her. "This official is Yue Pengju. This young lady came all the way to Oak Dragon Town. This official is extremely grateful."

On the way, she kept thinking about Yue Yang's looks, but when she saw him enter, her heart thumped wildly. With just a glance, she was actually ten times more valiant than she had imagined.

Yue Yang looked at her and saw that she was dressed extravagantly and had a soft and gentle demeanor. She was completely different from his wife. He said earnestly: "Although I am an official, I have not yet returned to my family. I do not dare to enjoy myself, and I do not dare to forget my previous life's worries. My wife and I usually only wear cloth clothes, eat rice wild vegetables, rare white noodles, pork, and so on. "When this humble one left for the war, my wife Hua Shi and I had to go together, so I had to take care of the loneliness at home. I wonder if this young lady would like to go with me?"

To Yong Xu, his question was something that she had never thought of. Furthermore, she knew that Yue Yang was a proselytizing hero and held high authority. She had planned to become a general's concubine after all, even if he was forced to become her concubine, he would still be a pampered concubine for the sake of his looks. Furthermore, using her looks, it would not be in vain for her to be a pampered concubine for a famous general.

However, after hearing Yue Peng's words, his heart couldn't help but turn cold. He thought to himself, it wasn't easy to be his wife's concubine. When a wife enters the battlefield, the concubine would stay in the empty room. Furthermore, it was impossible for the concubine to be as wealthy as he said.

She was a smart girl, when she meditated, she had already observed the simple and crude house, it was practically a poverty-stricken house. Looking at Yue Peng's clothes, it was that kind of coarse clothes, extremely simple and crude, she immediately understood that what he said was not false.

She was still young, and she was carrying Prince Charming and the moon. How could she be willing to be a concubine living a cold and miserable life alone? However, he didn't know how to reply to Yue Pengju.

When Yue Pengju heard her voice, he continued, "Since you don't think it's right, how could I dare to delay your youth? "Please take your leave from now on."

He left the room.

When he came out, Yu Peng and the others were accompanying the two veterans who had sent him off.

Yue Peng took out 10 copper coins and handed it over to the old soldier before saying, "I am writing a letter. Please bring it to Sir Wu and thank him for his kindness."

The veteran came under the order, but seeing that Yong Xu had no intention of staying, they naturally did not dare to say anything, and took their leave.

After the crowd left, Yue Pengju let out a sigh of relief.

Yu Peng and the others felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. They had never seen Yue Pengju being so nervous before, so they teased him, "Prime Minister Yue, this little lady's looks are outstanding. How did you remove the luck of having women delivered to your doorstep? "Be careful and regret it, yo …"

Yue Yang wiped his sweat and also laughed: "Which woman is prettier than my wife?"

Yu Peng and the others all laughed when they saw him praise his wife. They never knew that Yue Peng would have such a side to him, they all said: "Could it be that you are afraid that Madam will come back and roar like a lion?"

"Haha, even you are afraid of us …"

"Everyone, guess what will happen if the wife comes back?"

"…"

Yue Pengju laughed, "So what if I'm afraid of the inside? If I were to take a concubine at home, the Madam would not only cut me down, but the both of you as well. If I charge you with a crime of instigation, will you be able to escape? "Ai, I really miss Madam …"

Everyone was at a loss whether to laugh or to cry. They knew that this famous general who had won so many battles was indeed someone who was "afraid of the inside"!

On this day, Lonesome Flower anxiously waited for the envoy's news. She no longer dared to go to the inn, and only Zhang Xian and the others went out to inquire about it. However, she heard that Yuwen Xuanzhong was waiting 'as a guest' at the crown prince's residence.

She felt extremely helpless, but there was also no news from Zha He's side. The most worrisome thing was that Zhang Xian and Liu Qi, who had gone out in the afternoon to look for news, also didn't come back.

Alone in the palace, she gradually lost her composure.

The golden vulture had only seen it once on the night of the Liujie Festival, but had disappeared without a trace these days. In the palace, there were only two stout maids attending to him, dusting and cooking.

She suspected that the two of them were spies planted by the Golden Vultures, and the two maids did not understand Chinese, so she did not want to say much.

In the evening, the moon rose.

Flower solution loitered outside the "palace" of the golden vulture. She hadn't really paid attention to the scenery of this place in the past few days. It was only when she walked around in a state of confusion that she realized how different the scenery of this foreign country was.

The entire palace was surrounded by trees and flowers, and a high stone wall separated it from the hillside behind. The avenue of a beech tree was a dark green barrier. Then, on both sides, there was an evergreen tree with no name.

The moonlight had just risen, and its clear light fell on a more open area. Huaxue followed the moonlight and stopped at a few tall flower beds. It was the fragrance of wild roses, green wormwood, grass and other wild flowers and plants.

She sat down on a wooden stake, feeling very upset. The Empress Dowager could not leave, and the Empress could not save her. What other meaning could she have except that she was trapped in the Kingdom of Jin?

The longing for Yue Pengju grew stronger and stronger in his heart. That sweet taste of newlyweds, even if they only ate simple meals together, it was still much better than eating a table full of exotic fish in this palace.

She sat for a long time, listening to the song of the nightingale in the late spring woods, followed by a rich fragrance that drifted in the wind.

Surprised by the scent, she rose slowly to her feet, and in the cool moonlight, without a sound, the branch of a wild thorn appeared in front of her.

She was startled to see the man standing in front of her, dressed in a white Han suit, like a scholar rushing to take his exams, wearing a familiar East Slope turban on his head.

Then, the fruitful branch moved a little closer to her, almost across the tip of her nose, carrying with it the sweet fragrance of a spring day.

She did not answer, but he smiled and said nothing and continued to stroll, now holding up the branch of the wild thorn, now bending over the clumps of wild roses in front of him, or lifting a red flower to his nose to smell it, or looking at the first drop of dew on the petal in the moonlight.

A large flying bug flew past him and landed on Flower Speaker's shoulder, stopping there. He reached out his hand as if to gently grab onto it, but the flying insect instantly flew away.

Lonesome Flower looked at him coldly.

He put the Wild Thorny Fruit aside and sat down on a thick wooden stake. Then, he pointed to another wooden stake and indicated that it should be sitting.

Lonesome Flower was still standing there, looking at him coldly.

Smiling, he took out a flute from his bosom, but it was definitely not Tick's instrument. Perhaps it was a special instrument of their race, but the song it blew out was lingering. It was absolutely not the crude and primitive nature of a white mountain and black water.

There was grass in the wild, and there were no signs of dew.

There was a beauty, a clear and beautiful woman.

A scorpion meeting, I want to woo.

The wild has the wild grass, exposed to the sun.

There was a beauty, as elegant as a spring.

The scorpion meets with the son Zang.

This was the wild and overgrown grass from the Book of Songs, and it was said that the overgrown grass grew in the wilderness and happened to meet a beautiful girl, just as I wanted.

The tune was melodious and melodious. Under the moonlight, it carried a gentle and cold aura.

Lonesome Flower looked at his clothes in disbelief, looked at the flute in his hand, and then looked at the moonlight. Zhang Sheng who was waiting in the west wing? A young master who failed his examinations?

Wasn't he the commander in chief of the south invasion of the Golden Kingdom?

She suddenly laughed, "Golden Vulture, where are my two guards? You've already killed them? "

"Flower Soluble, you are really disappointing! Such a beautiful scenery, why would you talk about all those fights and killings? "

Lonesome Flower stared at him carefully, as if he was seeing him for the first time.

This person had actually chosen the wrong profession. He wasn't going to be a marshal whose achievements were like dried up bones, but rather, he was going to be a sportsman to ensure that he would act whatever he wanted.

Golden Vulture finally stood up and walked to the front. "Hehe, Flower Melting, I'm back."

It was as if he was a man who had just returned home and spoke to his wife in a familiar tone.

"Where are my two guards?" she stubbornly asked, still standing at the same spot.

"I despise them for being in my way. Let them temporarily stay in my mansion for the night, and then return tomorrow."

Lonesome Flower suddenly took a step back and looked at him warily. Then, he turned around and left.

He took a step forward and quickly pulled her hand. He was too strong for her to struggle, so she was forcefully pulled into the house by him.

At the end of spring in the Northern Lands, the night was still cold. A stove had already been built in the house, and it was clean and quiet. There were a few side dishes on the table, a pot of liquor, and two maids left, closing the door behind them.

Eight thick candles were lit at the corners of the room.

She was very familiar with this fragrance. She had seen it for the first time back at the Liu Family Temple. It was a candle from the court of the Great Song Dynasty. There was also a candlestick, made of pure gold, with a dragon carved on it. It was as exquisite as a handicraft.