Chapter 50:

At this point, she blushed suddenly, and she looked at me annoyed, "What are you doing with you. You just need to know who he should choose to marry for the sake of Brother Mu. You are different from us and you don’t know you are in a high position. , What does the so-called marriage represent, you can’t help him with anything, and their family won’t promise him to marry you. How many girls like you are there in the world, but there is only one Princess Qiong in Tang Dynasty. In any case. They are all endings to be separated, why continue? Do you want to get the fate of Fosanghua?"
After listening to what she said, she actually made a lot of sense. I originally wanted to take advantage of Niaoyuhuaxiang's good mood to explain her to her, but she didn't expect that in the end she tried to get me through.
After working with Jun Fu for a long time, I almost forgot the general distorted view of marriage of the Donglu royal family. Everyone has always felt that if a marriage cannot be exchanged for anything, then what kind of marriage is.
Although I am not opposed to royal marriages for the benefit of the country, just like Shen An and Song Ning back then, I feel privately that a responsible monarch does not need to sacrifice his marriage in exchange for national interests. The so-called marriage is really true. The most undesirable political means.
Is the value born to princesses and princes just to make them achieve something in this respect? Obviously, the country's requirements for them are much higher than this, and everyone can really change their direction.
But even if these words are spoken, they can’t convince the princess Yutang in front of me. I think she is not actually trying to tell me some great truths, she just likes to talk about words, and she is embarrassed to say it, she has to go through the portal. In the name of the right, she must use her sister's name.
She stared at me: "Why don't you answer, what are you thinking?"
I smiled and said, "I was thinking, there are really many girls like me, nothing special. There is really only one princess Qiong from Tang Guo. But Donglu is not only one princess."
I knew that such a statement would inevitably provoke her, she really became angry, her teeth creaked, and for a long time, she sneered and said: "Apart from the martyred princess Ye Zhen, Donglu, many other princesses. Sister Wang’s resourcefulness? If you’ve heard of Princess Qionghua’s name, you should know that the whole country of Tang regards Sister Wang as a jewel. If Sister Wang is humiliated because of you, it is to humiliate the state of Tang. You will never let it go. Tang and Chen will be guilty, and a fierce battle will be inevitable. Not only will you not be able to help Brother Mu, but you will put him in such a predicament. Will you not feel guilty?"
I found it incredible. The girl in front of me wore a yellow dress and a yellow dress. She was indeed beautiful and innocent, even if she was angry, she was still innocent. What she said was not like a princess of a country, she didn't know what she was thinking all day long.
I turned around and stood straight and looked at her: "Your sister is a princess, but you know what a princess is. The parents who beg me, and the people who raise me are the people of the world. How can a war cost the lives of the people of the world? It was started when it was started? The people who gave their lives and protected it should be the inch of the country under their feet, not the love of a stupid princess. I have never seen such a naive war, and I have never seen such an order. The shameful princess of her motherland."
She stared at me blankly. For a long time, she almost cried: "What right do you have to say to me? I'm going to find Brother Mu to see if he is really willing to fight against our Tang country for you. How could he actually do anything? Like you, he didn't even tell you his true identity, I know."
Suddenly I felt something pouring out of my throat. With the words "shut up", those things leached out of my mouth. I was a little taken aback looking at the bloodstains sprayed on the ground, but I couldn't stop those things from tumbling more and more. The more intense it came, and the opening of his mouth was another puddle of blood. Yutang's eyes widened in horror. I wiped my lips and said harshly: "I haven't seen vomiting blood. Don't tell Mu Yan." Just after speaking, she suddenly lost consciousness.
For me, everything is just opening my eyes and closing my eyes, the moment I lose consciousness, I figure out what happened. When I came down the mountain, Master Jun told me that the renewed shark pearl would lie dormant for three days every ten months, and all the mana would be condensed during the three days. By then, I would be no different from a real dead person. Be careful not to be given Buried.
Counting from the fact that this shark bead was sewn into my chest for exactly ten months, I forgot about it. When my consciousness just recovered, I thought with horror, what should I do if I was buried? They must never nail the coffin. Die.
I planned for the worst, but I didn't expect that when I opened my eyes tremblingly, I was lying in Mu Yan's arms. I was so frightened that I saw his closed eyes, frowning eyebrows, cold profile, and pale lips. It looked like he was also dead.
For a long time, I shook my hands and pushed him, hearing my voice so dumb that I couldn't speak, Gao Feng trembled like dead leaves: "Mu Yan, what's the matter with you?"
As soon as the words hit the ground, I was holding my hand, and I looked up ignorantly. I saw him slowly opening his eyes. Under the dim candlelight, his always smiling eyes were silent: "Are you finally awake? Or," he paused. Pause, "Am I dreaming again?"
I couldn't figure out the situation for a while, but looking at his always clear and confused eyes at this moment, I suddenly understood what those words meant. I tried to smile at him, but couldn't smile.
I am a dead person. The dead person doesn't care about the pain of death, but the living person is different. It was because I forgot about this important thing and didn't tell him in advance to make him feel at ease. If he was caught off guard, he must think I was dead.
auzw.com I suffocated my chest, I stared at him blankly, but the face close at hand became blurred and blurred. I stretched out my hand to wipe my tears, but the tears were already popping. It fell off and was on his lips.
He was stunned for a moment, his eyes gradually deepened, and his fingers touched my tearful eyes. For a long time, it took a long time to take root and sprout like a seed: "Afhu, you are awake." The voice was low and dull that I had never heard before.
I hugged his hand trying to wipe my tears, bit his lip and asked him, "I scared you, right?"
He let me lie on my chest, raised his other hand and continued to wipe my tears, holding a dark candlelight in the tight bed, his slender fingers stroked the corners of my eyes little by little, and there seemed to be Baimei's low-back coldness between them. Fragrant.
The fingers that clearly stopped at the corner of my eye were trembling, but the voice was calm and calm: "I know, you will wake up, you can't bear me." After the words, he was stunned, as if he unintentionally retracted his trembling hand, like Inadvertently hide them into the sleeves.
I pretended not to see it, and leaned on his chest, like all the reserved ladies who heard these words retorted in a low voice: "You are talking nonsense." But I secretly agreed with him. He was right, and I couldn't bear him. He paused and said softly: "Really? I asked Jun Wei and asked him what your wishes are. He said you want to marry me, and you have wanted to marry me since you were a child."
I was suddenly nervous, and my whole body was stiff, like a straight long piece of wood. After a while, his stiff chin was lifted, and he met his vaguely smiling eyes: "When did you like me, huh?"
Although I am embarrassed, I am embarrassed for only a while, and then there is a deep grievance, those long-lasting longings, he finally asked me, he had already stopped tears, and his eyes were red again and again.
I bit my lip and choked up and said, "Do you remember that three years ago, when the geese returned to the mountain, you saved a little girl bitten by a snake. She gave you a picture and painted it on the ground with a wooden stick." I pointed to myself, "That little girl, it's me."
As soon as I said these words, my eyes felt hot. I hurriedly raised my hand to cover my eyes and inhaled for a while before holding back my tears. I tried to say this sentence in its entirety: "From then on, I liked you. I have been looking for you for three years, always, always looking for you, but I cannot find you."
Large swaths of Mizusawa overflowed from his fingers, and those dusty sorrows broke through the ground, which could no longer be restrained. From the first sight of the geese back to the mountain at the last moment of death, three years of long search, the memories are full of good looks, the grievances and despair that can not be asked but I only know about it, obviously I am looking for him so hard and so seriously.
I covered my eyes and buried my head in his chest: "Those who came to beg, my father wanted to marry them. I didn't agree. I want to find you. The painting I gave you, I asked someone to engrave it. On the stone bed in the cave, I think if you come back to the cave someday and see the painting, you will know that the little girl is waiting for you."
Tears passed through the fingers and must have wet his clothes. I sucked my nose and got up from his chest. I cleaned up the sad emotions touched by the memories, dried my eyes with my sleeves, and tried to grin out: "Fortunately, I found you in the end."
He stopped smiling and looked at me quietly for a long time. I was nervous when I saw it, but he just raised his hand in silence and removed the ribbon from my hair. The hair just fell away. I thought back anxiously whether there was something wrong. I haven't figured it out yet, but he has been pulled down and turned into a pose facing him face to face on the porcelain pillow.
Behind me was covered with a thick quilt. I was really cold, but I didn't feel cold.
He propped his head with his left hand, and put his right hand behind my ears, playing with that part of the hair with interest. After a while, he said softly: "I remember everything you said, when I looked at you, I feel like you are still a child. In an instant you have grown so big that you can be married to me."
I rested on the porcelain pillow and tightly held the placket on his chest, thinking he still remembered, he even remembered, so I couldn't help but climbed up and kissed his chin. After kissing, I realized what I did, but what was even more shocking was that I suddenly remembered what he said just now. What he said is, can I marry him?
I stayed for a while, and immediately got up and looked around, only to find that it was not quite right. At this moment, it was definitely not the bed in my room. I stretched out my hand to lift the curtain drawn by Xue Fu Rong, and I saw the width of golden nanmu. There was a heavy curtain hanging outside the pedal.
The candlelight was finally a little brighter, and two dimly lit candles of dragon and phoenix were seen, towering in the high lampstand, casting a slender shadow on the bed curtain.
I turned back with difficulty, and Mu Yan was looking at me with his arm pillowed. Only then did I notice that he was wearing a bright red dress, his dark hair was laid down along the cold-lighted porcelain pillow, and the mandarin duck was playing in the water. I was pressed under the body, and the color of the placket was obviously much darker than elsewhere, and it was wet by my tears.
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