Where the warm sun does not fall

Chapter 99

Mo Mozhe's "chasing her" means really chasing her. Even if he is in public, he will still be like an ordinary lover. He will buy her breakfast in the morning, eat together, date, and when she needs to go out, he will be her driver. ...

But Ye Chang'an would occasionally think that fortunately her job doesn't require her to go out every day, which can save him a lot of trouble.

When Ye Changan distributed the goods for the second time, the editor organized a small event for this hot sale, and forwarded the signature book.When Mo Mozhe received the call from the courier and was about to go downstairs, she had already gone upstairs with the box of books.

She was about to close the door, but when she saw him, she was slightly taken aback, and forgot to retract her hand, and was pinched severely by the door.

... The most painful thing in the world is probably toothache, hitting the corner of the table, and closing the door to pinch your hand.

Ye Changan gasped, subconsciously withdrew his hand, and then saw his fingers turned red from being pinched.

Mo Mozhe's complexion changed suddenly, he walked over a few steps, threw the box to the entrance, saw her eyes tearing up, almost couldn't help laughing, "Why are you so stupid...how old can you still catch her hand. "

Ye Changan retreated back into the door silently, and turned sideways to welcome him in. When he saw the box of books on the floor, he raised his foot and kicked: "Why did you bring it up?"

"I recited your mobile phone number in front of the courier..." He raised his hand, took off his sunglasses, and approached her with a smile on his lips, "I even showed him my face and asked him, do you know me? Who is it?"

"..."

Moving the box of books into the study room, he put it in the medicine box she put under the cabinet in the living room familiarly, opened it, took a stick of ointment and rubbed her fingers, for fear that there would be blood congestion if it was caught by the door.

Ye Changan looked down at his soft hair, slightly drooping eyes, straight nose and slightly pursed lips, then wiped it with his other hand involuntarily, and pinched his ears, "Silencer Zhe, are you serious? of?"

Mo Mozhe gave a "hmm", raised his eyes to look at her, and frowned slightly: "Don't you always think that what I have done all this time is fake?"

Ye Changan shook his head, pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

"Just because I'm Mo Mozhe?" He simply sat down on the floor and pinched the flesh on her wrist with his fingers, "If I wasn't Mo Mo Zhe, you wouldn't have found me among so many people and you have liked me for so long .”

His eyes fell on her small ankle, and he raised his hand to hold it, his tone was cold with a trace of grievance: "What else should I do to make you feel safe?"

Ye Changan bit his lower lip, and said in a low voice, "It's my problem."

"I thought that when you came back from your trip, you would choose to have it regardless of everything. XZ will cleanse your soul and give you courage. Unfortunately... I didn't wait. So I can only take this step first, but you can't refuse me. If you still like it When I am." He looked at her, his eyes focused and serious.

"Chang'an, a person's life is very short, don't let other reasons affect you, and miss those good times for nothing. You have to know that human rights are equal in this world, and anyone can strive to change the world, as long as you want, as long as you want... ..."

Ye Changan was momentarily confused, but he couldn't deny that what he said was correct.

Seeing her expression, Mo Mozhe knew that she had listened, propped himself up slightly, and sat beside her, "If you believe in me, then don't resist, I can give you what you want. Even if you don't I like this flashy circle, and I can withdraw immediately."

"Chang'an." He suddenly called her name again, and said seriously: "I always feel that we have known each other, if it's not where I met you, it's because I have too much obsession with you..."

Ye Changan was startled, and suddenly remembered
night changan

Ye Chang'an here is only as old as Ji, and is the unfavored concubine of the prime minister's family.Because of the mighty imperial power, the struggle between the princes for the throne intensified. As a pawn, she was accused of marrying the seventh prince's side concubine to balance the power.

Ye Chang'an has long learned forbearance, sophistication, and tact in the difficult life.She knows when to bow her head, when to stand up, when to show her sharpness, and when to be obedient and lifeless.

She was originally a dispensable abandoned child, but after meeting the Seventh Prince, she worked hard to become the last move that can determine life and death.

She probably never imagined that she would have such a beautiful love in such a dark place like the imperial backyard.

The seventh prince is as gentle as jade, and what he gave her was not to force or interfere, but he made her fall into deep troubles day by day during the relationship.At that time he just got married and she was the only one.

During the Lantern Festival, he would take her out to enjoy the lanterns. In the sea of ​​people, he raised his hand to protect her by his side, separated the crowd, and allowed her a quiet place.

He would accompany her to put up lanterns, on the bank of the water full of people, with low eyebrows and a slight smile, his eyes were like crescent moons, clear and charming.

On the way back, I would take off my fox fur, I would hand her my own hands to adjust the brim of her hat, I would use my own hands to warm her cool face, I would smell the cold snow and red plum blossoms at the gate of the house, leaning over and tenderly kiss her.

That is the gifted scholar and beautiful woman who should exist in picture books, but she has experienced this for a year, unable to extricate herself.

He does not have the domineering and powerful aura of the prince, but is as gentle as a scholar, hiding his strengths and biding his time in this powerful and powerful court, and protecting himself wisely.

After entering the palace after a year, she followed him into the palace as his only concubine, and finally experienced personally the extremes he was in.He still smiled elegantly and extravagantly, but when he handed her the wine, he bent down and asked her softly, "Are you still used to it?"

For the first time, Ye Changan shed her gentleness and indifference, and asked back, "What if I say no?"

The Seventh Prince looked at her sideways, but there was a smile in his eyes, "If not, then get used to it slowly, I only have you by my side, and I can't tolerate her."

This was the first time that the seventh prince showed his thoughts to her, so bright and warm.

He doesn't want anyone else but her, so she has to stand by his side and be able to block everything with him.

Ye Changan's heart twitched slightly, but the hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

It's not that the Seventh Prince didn't see it, but his eyes froze and his heart sighed, his heart hardened all the time.She had to stand by his side. From the moment he saw her on the wedding day, he knew how smart this woman was, but this year, she hadn't opened up to him at all.

But he couldn't wait any longer, the enthronement was imminent, Huang Tu's hegemony was in front of him, and he wanted to force her to grow up.

Ye Changan really began to change after that day. She no longer shy away from talking about things in the court, and occasionally gave him some opinions. He conspires.

It was only after that that Ye Chang'an realized how ambitious the man around him was. What he wanted was the whole country, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but she couldn't afford it.

After the second year, they entered the palace together again, and he asked for an order to help her to the position of concubine, and made her the only promise to stand by his side.

And that year, it was really... a bloodless fight.

Many officials fell from the horse, and several princes rose and fell, but he was always in that position, unchanged.It exists, but it is not conspicuous.

Ye Changan knew that he was waiting, and she couldn't go back at all.

In the winter of that year, he hugged her and sat on the soft couch. It was a rare year of warmth and leisure. He opened the wooden window by his side and stayed with her for a whole day.

The stove was as warm as a fire in her palm, ironing her whole heart.

At that time, Chang'an thought, even if he went to die with him, so what. She was originally a marionette, but only by his side could she find a place to live and live, so that she would have nothing to rely on in this life.

It also let her taste the most unspeakable feelings in the world, and she enjoyed it so much.

When the emperor was ill, after several ups and downs, his eyebrows were worried and dignified, and every time he came back from the palace, he would frown and frown slightly.Occasionally, I would sit with her in my arms for an afternoon, and occasionally in the study, with a red candle lit, drinking a cup of fragrant tea, and clinging to a roll of paper books.

At night, he would hug her, his arms still warm, and whisper her name: "Chang'an, Chang'an..."

He once said that the name Chang'an was nice, and told her not to change her name in the next few lifetimes, so that he would remember that in that year, a woman named Chang'an gave him an unforgettable company until death.

But in fact, the name Chang'an...it is lingering, but there is always a hint of desolation, as if it is destined to be the only child, and the flowers bloom with self-pity.

When he was called into the palace again, the emperor had already recovered from his illness, so he gave him two side concubines in one breath, and chose a day to marry them.

She received the imperial decree, her hands were shaking, but her face was calm, and she handed it to him, and even the invited guests were carefully selected.I personally wrote the invitation and asked the housekeeper to send it off.

He was always very busy during those days, and he came back only after dark, and when he came back, she had already fallen asleep obediently.

But it wasn't until that night when he came back smelling of alcohol that her forbearance finally broke out, hugging the brocade quilt and weeping uncontrollably.He hugged her from behind and held her tightly until dawn.

He said: "After marrying the two concubines, I will ask for an order to go to the frontier to put down the rebellion."

She couldn't cry anymore, she rationally knew that there was nothing wrong with what he did, and following the emperor's wishes, he could get the military power with peace of mind.With thousands of elite soldiers in his hands, if something happens in the future, he will have a better chance of winning than anyone else if he returns to the capital with his troops.

On the night when the two side concubines entered the mansion, he stood in front of her wearing a wedding dress. Seeing her languid appearance with untied hair, he slightly bent his lips, took a comb and handed her to comb her hair himself.

Through the blurred mirror, she saw clearly the tenderness in his eyes, and felt that this life was not in vain.

"Chang'an, has anyone ever told you that you look good?"

"Chang'an, you have to be extremely careful when I leave. If you can't avoid it, don't worry. I won't ignore you."

"Chang'an, you need to know that the world and you are very important to me."

"Chang'an, when the prosperity is over, I will return home on horseback, and I will welcome you as my queen."

If you know that I will be in such a catastrophe, are you still clinging to the throne and abandoning me, Your Highness.

If you know that I have given all my sincerity, life and death, just to win the world's number one power and melt for you, would you be willing, Your Highness.

If you know that I don't want to see you sit on the throne, are you...willing to give up for me, Your Highness.

Thinking of this, her eyes were soft, and his appearance was deeply imprinted in her heart.

Even if I will die soon, falling in love with you is already a gift from the world of mortals to me, and it will lead me to wealth and glory in this life.

That night was very lingering, he whispered in her ear: "Chang'an, if there is an afterlife, you will still be called Chang'an, wait for me to find you."

"Your Highness." She looked up at him, smiling innocently: "Do people really have an afterlife?"

"some."

It is fate that they met, and they became attached to Buddha.He is obsessed with Buddha and believes in reincarnation, so he is very sure.

But Chang'an, what she wants is to be with you in this life, with red sleeves to add fragrance, and the next life is so far away, how long will it take her to walk to his side?

He finally left, wearing a battle armor, high-spirited.

She knelt in the Buddhist hall, recited Buddhist scriptures, held one hundred and eight rosary beads, and thought about him day and night.

There is really a feeling that once you taste it, you will become one and you will never be able to part with it.

She was finally called into the palace to serve the sick and placed under house arrest in the Empress Dowager's Palace. She had expected this step, and her mind was calm.

When she got the secret letter, she glanced at it quickly, shaking it under the candlelight to watch it be dyed to ashes.

Your Highness, do you know that the biggest risky move is tied to her. If she is in the palace, then she can guard the palace for him and find a way for him to be Qingjun.

His army finally approached the city. She stood on the high city wall and looked at him through the swaying flames. He had lost a lot of weight. He had just left the battlefield, his whole body was chilled, cold and iron-blooded, but the eyes looking at her were as soft as before.

"Your Highness, do you believe in an afterlife?"

He gritted his teeth: "Ye Chang'an, you must live for me, otherwise I will bloodbath the Ye family! Destroy your filial piety."

"You won't." Her face was still delicate.

She was only 15 years old when I was with him that year, and now she is only 20 years old. They have spent more than two years, and they have agreed to life and death. Later, he led the army and delayed for a year and a half. She is still young Just right woman.

"Ye Changan." He was furious.

When Ye Changan first married him, she thought about when her gentle husband would be angry. She hadn't seen him for several years, but she saw him at the moment of death.

I couldn't help but find it funny, and I really laughed, "Your Highness, Father asked me if it was worth it if I was willing to sacrifice my life to win the world for you, and asked me if I really had the capacity to hold the world... "

Her voice suddenly faded: "It's worth it, Your Highness has always been worthy of the best in the world. Chang'an, Chang'an is also the best and most unique in the world... But I have no measure, I can only accommodate you in my heart."

He was sitting on the horse, but his expression was as cold as Shura, "Open the city gate, my prince wants to meet His Majesty the Father."

Ye Changan was taken aback, "Impossible."

"Open the city gate, my prince is willing to hand over the military talisman." He raised his hand like a mighty force, and the soldiers behind him all raised their guns and shouted, the sound shook the court and the public.

Ye Changan knew what would happen once he handed over the soldier talisman, so he didn't hesitate at all, and the moment the city gate opened, he turned around and rushed towards the sword behind him.The sharp blade pierced her body, causing her to fall from the high city wall in pain.

He patted his horse up, jumped up and hugged her suddenly.

Ye Changan couldn't see his expression clearly, but felt that those hands were clasped on her shoulders, which made her feel as if she had been crushed, excruciatingly painful.

"Your Highness, Chang'an has brought the best to you, so you can't frown."

"Shut up, you are not allowed to speak..." He almost panicked, raised his hand to hold the sword that had penetrated her body, but watched her life go by helplessly, "Have you forgotten what I said? If there is no Chang'an, we will die The rest of my life is dull."

"If a life is lost for Chang'an, Chang'an may not even have an afterlife." She raised her hand to touch his face, her fingers fell on his slightly trembling lips, and said in a cool voice, "I remember your appearance , in the next life... I will definitely find you, and let you give me joy and peace in this life."

"Your Highness, Chang'an has never regretted it... Chang'an married His Highness at the best time, and that day was Chang'an... It was the happiest day in Chang'an."

With a lot of red makeup, she married him and bet her life.

It was a gorgeous flower that the Seventh Prince had never seen again in his life. That night, his beloved woman left him, but that night, he finally sat in that position as he wished, and was worshiped by all officials.

He is a royal, cruel by nature, and all the tenderness in this life is given to that woman named Chang'an.But as soon as she left, it was as if half of her life had been taken away, and it was heartbreaking.

Did the girl whom he forced to grow up but who was always protected by him ever complained against him?I'm afraid there are.

Besides her, who else in this world is so careless about gains and losses to him?

The woman who likes to sit by the river and eat white jade cakes, and likes to put lanterns on the Lantern Festival... But she gave him the steadfastness of this life, and gave him back all of her life, all of it.

But what did he owe?How to return it?

He always said that believers have an afterlife, but she really left first, but he couldn't believe it.If he can't see her again even after he dies, how can his soul be at peace?
In winter, with cold snow and red plum blossoms, he once again stepped into the backyard of the palace.In previous years, she liked to stand here, smiling at him with bent lips.

The branches of frost and snow made him feel that the scenery in the world is nothing more than this, but now that he is alone, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is nothing but the prosperity in the eyes and the desolation in the heart.

He raised his hand and folded off the newborn red plum, with complex expressions in his eyes.

For a long time, I just looked back at the string of footprints behind me and murmured: "Chang'an, I'm not happy..."

Changan, I am not happy.

When I think that if I can't see you again after death, I feel that life and death have become demons.

The new emperor reigned for six years, and died of depression. After his death, he did not leave any heirs. Together with the harem, it was only the two side concubines that his empress arranged for him when he was still the prince.

Before he died, he said that the imperial capital was named Chang'an, and his Seventh Prince's mansion was named Chang'an forever.Afterwards, he was buried with the queen, and the imperial mausoleum has been around for a hundred years, and a hundred flowers bloom together, which is a good story for later generations, named: Ye Chang'an.

Ye Changan had this dream repeatedly and continuously when he was 20 years old.

The magnificent palace, the Zhuwa palace walls, the splendid lotus courtyard, and the handsome man in a white robe who always gently called her "Chang'an"...

Ye Changan paused slightly when he dropped the pen, and looked sideways at Mo Mozhe, who was sitting next to her and reading her manuscript, "Mo Zhe."

He said "um", his eyes were slightly sore, he raised his hand and hugged her slowly, "Chang'an, have you been waiting for me?"

Her hand froze for a moment before it landed softly on his back and patted it softly, "Yes, I've been waiting for you."

"Chang'an..."

"Chang'an..."

"Chang'an..."

"En." She responded with a slight smile, bowed her head and kissed him.

"Chang'an, I'm very happy." He bit her lips lightly, his expression so gentle that it was a mess.

In this life, there is no one else, only us, only me, and you, my Changan...

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