She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

This is the first time the weather has cleared up since the winter month.

The snow looks particularly crystal clear and dazzling when illuminated by the sunlight.

Ah-yi put on a cloak that was more decorative than practical, and leaned against the stone table in the pavilion in a frustrated manner. The cloak was embroidered with spring crabapples, which looked as beautiful as real ones.

People often say that melting snow is often colder than falling snow. The cold wind blew in gusts, penetrating into Ah-yi's bones through the gaps in her large and gorgeous clothes, penetrating every pore and leaving no room for escape.

She almost ran away, finding an excuse and running out of Haiping Pavilion.

During these few months, Changsheng Palace was lonely and boring. Ah'ao had thought countless times about what the scene would be like when she met Hengzhi again.

But when she actually heard him being summoned into the palace, Ah'ao felt as if she had sunk into a cold pond while sitting on the sandalwood chair.

All the blood in my body seemed to start flowing backwards at this moment, and the coldness at the extremities gradually made my body stiff.

My heartbeat was as pounding as a war drum, and the feeling of suffocation from the cold water approaching my mouth and nose surged up, making my breathing even more rapid.

It is said that one becomes more timid when one is close to home, and dares not ask the visitor. Ah-yi tasted this sentence bitterly, while the visitor, wearing a complicated black court dress, with the inscribed pendants on his waist clashing, approached her unstoppably.

Ah's eyes blinked repeatedly, feeling a sharp pain.

Love is like a necklace, the more entangled it is, the more complicated it becomes. When the silk thread breaks, it will scatter all over the ground, leaving only a pile of cold beads, without any beauty.

Separation does not make them like Ah-yi imagined, that after a few days of pain, they can live every day as usual again. The sky is as blue as before, and the grass is as green as before.

Instead, there is constant gloom and dark weather, with storms and rain.

Meeting those eyes like a calm lake, Ah'ao clutched the armrests of the chair tightly and lowered her head.

One tries every possible means to avoid it, the other looks at it openly.

The new emperor Shen Zhuo looked at the ferocious little girl's quiet appearance with great interest, and thought to himself that his guess was right, Hengzhi had secretly hidden her.

No matter whether they were affectionate or heartless, he was the one who broke them up now, and Shen Zhuo was very happy.

Why not do anything that can make his niece worry?

"Hengqing." Shen Zhuo stared at Ah'an, but the words had already come out, "You have been in the north for many years, I am afraid you have never met my niece."

All the ministers and concubines present here knew that Princess Xuancheng was found in Kezhou, and it was almost certain that it had something to do with the young Marquis Zhao. The new emperor's words were meaningful, and everyone around him held their breath, wondering what would happen next.

Xiao Jin's eyes moved back and forth between the three people.

In order to deal with this person, he had even asked his father about the whole story of how he kidnapped the princess. Although Jin Feng did not mention it explicitly, his words showed contempt for the newly succeeded Marquis Zhao.

It is said that he learned from his father early on to train hawks and select horses, and did not do any serious work.

He never thought that this time when You Bei attacked, he was able to defend it by accident. He was lucky enough.

When Xiao Jin thought about her father's evaluation and looked at the man standing in the hall, who was as tall as a green pine or a white poplar, she couldn't help but ponder.

My father never told me that this person looked like this.

She felt that she was superficial, and even the maids and guards in the palace had to be well-looking. Before entering the palace, she thought that with her father's power, she could choose a good family for herself, and she even looked at many handsome men in the capital.

It's a pity that she can only be the emperor's concubine in the end. It's a pity that those gentlemen don't seem to be as good as the one in front of her.

The former is a swallow under the corridor, and the latter is a hawk in the mountains. How can a man who grew up in an ordinary official family and was spoiled by others compare to this kind of determination blessed by the wilderness?

Xiao Jin was not as happy as her middle-aged and frivolous husband. She thought with dissatisfaction that if this little princess really had some connection with Marquis Zhao, it would be a great bargain for her.

Hengzhi had been in the camp for a long time and didn't like the light fur coat and loose reins. It felt like a confinement and uncomfortable. But once he put it on properly, he looked handsome and majestic, and had a bit of the aloof demeanor of a noble.

Hengzhi withdrew his hand from the salute, straightened his back, followed the new emperor's voice, and then looked up at the princess who was tugging at her fingers and daydreaming.

She was wearing a scarlet satin skirt with wide sleeves embroidered with a phoenix in gold thread. The lines of its wings were so smooth that it seemed as if it would break free from the brocade and fly out if she wasn't careful.

Until she felt his eyes falling on her again, she turned her head and looked at him as if nothing had happened.

No matter how turbulent the waves were beneath the lake, they were completely concealed by the long and distant dark eyebrows and the blood-red face, and no trace of them could be found in an instant.

She smiled suddenly, and her face became lively. The color at the corners of her eyes was like peach blossoms, warm and cold.

Retracting her gaze, Ah-yi looked at the new emperor sitting on the throne and said with a smile, "Uncle, what are you talking about? Although my niece is disrespectful, I have learned some lessons while being outside. I will not meet or make friends with just anyone."

When these words were spoken, everyone was surprised.

Xiao Jin also looked at A'ao strangely. She was still composing a lingering love story in her mind for these two seemingly well-matched couple, but who knew that A'ao would say such harsh words.

Did I guess wrong?

Thinking about the tone of Ah-yi's words to her before, she thought that she was a person with high aspirations. If so, it was normal for her to look down on this Marquis Zhao.

But what right did she have? In her heart, Xiao Jin felt sorry for Zhao Hou, but she was just an empty-shell princess who had been hated by her parents since she was a child. Even if she was married to become the future Princess of Youbei, Xiao Jin felt that she was marrying up.

What's more, he holds a legitimate title.

Shen Zhuo was pleased again, and asked with his chin propped up, "Hahaha, you are quite arrogant, worthy of being my niece. It has been a while since I last saw you, but it hasn't worn off yet."

Firstly, A'ou successfully distanced herself from Hengzhi. Secondly, the new emperor had wanted to take the opportunity to crack down on Hengzhi, so he felt better after having offended Hengzhi.

Once you feel better, you won't kill anyone again.

Ah Yi had a thorough understanding of Shen Zhuo.

In the past, Shen Zhuo bullied her, and the more she resisted, the more ruthless he became. The maid who died tragically under the cane in the court was the most painful lesson.

In order to protect the rest of the people, Ah-yi humbled herself in front of him. Whenever Shen Zhuo insulted her, she would immediately pretend to be unable to bear it and start crying. He found it boring and got tired of it after a while. Over time, she developed the ability to cry whenever she wanted. It was thanks to this training that she was able to make a living as a mourner with Zhou Saozi.

Hengzhi pursed his thin lips and said nothing as the new emperor laughed heartily.

The onlookers' gazes, some laughing, some mocking, were all directed at him.

A'ao glanced at him and saw that his shoulders and back looked much thinner.

After the silence came, Heng Zhi also put on a nonchalant smile, concentrating on his playboy act, "Your Majesty is majestic and the princess is graceful, and she has won your majesty's glory." After a pause, someone handed him a wine cup, "I heard that the princess will marry Youbei, and I would like to congratulate her."

He held the wine cup high before his eyebrows, and Ah'ao followed his example, and there was a sense of confrontation in their smiles.

Mrs. Cui watched from afar, but felt it was a warm affection.

"You're welcome, Lord Marquis."

He opened his lips slightly and drank the hot wine down his throat.

Hengzhi walked to the table with his hands hanging down and sat down. Ah'ao felt that the wine had made her dizzy and her old illness, which had not yet been cured, was also affected, and she felt sore and weak all over.

After hearing round after round of congratulations, Shen Zhuo drank cup after cup and became more and more excited. He ordered his ministers to join Heng Chi in congratulating the princess on her marriage.

Although most people at the banquet despised it, they did not want to offend the emperor during the New Year, so they reluctantly delivered humiliating blessings to the princess.

Ah'ao accepted all the food as if a happy event was about to happen, and she drank to her heart's content.

After finally finishing the whole pot of wine, we finally finished saying all the congratulations.

There is a garden behind Haiping Pavilion. In winter, there is a narrow path among the dead trees covered with crystal flowers, winding to an octagonal pavilion.

A cold wind blew by, and Ah'ao, who was leaning against the wall to sober up, shuddered. The burning wine in her body collided with the cold wind, creating an unbearable mixture of ice and fire.

Suddenly, her shoulders felt warm, and a silver-gray cloak fell on them.

She looked back in surprise, Ying'en wouldn't come so soon.

Behind me is the crisp scent of pine, which seems both strange and familiar.

With just this one glance, he almost bumped into the person's arms.

"Drunk?" His tone was relaxed, with a hint of smile.

Ah-yi lowered her head and saw a familiar peach buckle on Heng-chi's waist. It was jade-like, smooth and round, and Ah-yi liked it very much.

This was an ornament she wore every day. Later, she gave it to Zheng Da as a token of love. Zheng Da returned it to Yunli, and Yunli should have given it to Hengzhi.

The peach is lovely, and it is indescribably charming when hanging around Hengzhi's waist.

She touched it with her tentacles and took a step back.

"I am planning to marry a foreign princess, and the marriage has already been arranged. The young marquis is overstepping the boundaries. Doesn't he know etiquette?" Ah'ao changed her mind and said unhappily.

Hengzhi said "I admit my guilt" slowly and stretched out his hands to hold her tightly, wrapping her up completely so that no wind could get in.

This was what A'ao got during a winter hunt in the mountains this year after he left Kezhou. He had nothing to do.

Otherwise, she would always think of the scene when she was there last year and he taught her how to ride a horse step by step.

She injured her ankle, and sat in front of the couch, holding a handful of chestnuts he had roasted himself, calculating without any ambiguity, determined not to let herself suffer any loss in front of him.

All the comings and goings are gone in a flash.

"Your Highness left empty-handed without any gifts. This is my congratulations on your birthday in advance." Heng Zhi bowed and performed the formal ceremony with her, and never mentioned the marriage again.

Ah-yi did not answer, but just looked up at the particularly dazzling sunlight in the vast white. After looking for a long time, a mirage overlapped in front of her eyes, and she could no longer see Heng-chi's features.

You ride a white horse beside the weeping willows, and I lean on the willow trees outside the pass to see you off.

What stood between them was what they had to do. There were too many unknowns, and by the time they were done with all the work, they would be like weeping willows withering and green willows breaking.

What year and month was that?

"In that case, thank you very much, Lord Zhao." The world in front of my eyes was spinning and the air was blurry.

A'ao didn't stay for a moment longer and quickly left the octagonal pavilion along the path.

Her steps were like the wind, but she didn't feel cold at all under her fur coat.

Hengzhi stood where he was, following her back with his eyes.

Until he blinked slowly and with difficulty, just once, and she disappeared without a trace.

He stood there for a long time.

On the wedding day, the sky was just clear after snowing. It was hard to reconcile Ah'ao's image with her current gorgeous red makeup and palace dress, but they reconcile under his selfish desire.

After a long time, she raised her hand and stroked the pillar. It seemed that the warmth she had just leaned on was still there, but in fact it was already freezing cold.

Ying'en hid far behind, holding the cloak that had not yet been given to A'an in his arms, and looked at the back of the person in the pavilion with sorrow.

The mountains cannot expand, and the rivers cannot flow.

It turns out that this is His Highness's Sanqiu.

(End of this chapter)