Li Fenglin was slightly stunned, but did not speak up to disturb him.

Gala next to him had already received guidance from Xian, and his hands were folded and he bowed deeply. Rong Lou nodded and reached out to help her up. Then he bowed to Li Fenglin and said, "The governor has to worry about the mission."

"You are polite, Prime Minister." Li Fenglin bowed and smiled. Seeing Ronglou waiting for Xian to be polite, he nodded and immediately took the delegation to Zijing Pavilion to settle down, leaving Dugu Shan here.

After everything was done, Li Fenglin ordered the chief ministers around him to take care of him, and he went back to the yamen office first.

...

In Taichung, Jiannan, Xian welcomed Ronglou in person, but did not close the door, so he and Dugu Shan were invited to sit down, and Gala personally brewed tea and brought it over.

The tea was given by Mrs. Li Fenglin. It was fragrant and elegant. The girl's skirt was swaying on the floor. She served tea with slender hands and smiled.

Rong Lou took it and said, "To those letters, I imagined the appearance of Gala, and also called Liang Shao, who knew that when I met, I was more beautiful than I thought, and I looked much better than when I was younger than you." He looked at Xian, saw her smiling and nodding, and continued, "So that's what Nanfeng looks like?"

"Nanfeng is not as tall as Gala at this age. However, his eyebrows are very similar, and it looks like a mold carved out." Xian waved his hand, signaling Gala to sit next to her, and sighed, "When I first received your news that year, Gala was only six years old. Nanfeng once said that he would go to Nanchen to see you, but after all... but there is a portrait of Nanfeng there." She looked at Dugu Shan.

Dugu Shan sat beside Ronglou and heard this and said, "I still live in Danzhou, I don't know if it's still intact. When I arrived in the capital, I will draw a few pictures for you to see."

Rong Lou nodded and looked at Gala with relief.

He sat until the evening, and took Dugu Shan with Li Fenglin when he was invited. After the banquet, Gala had returned to the house to rest. The candlelight was dim, but the door of Xian's house was open and the candlelight shone brightly.

Ronglou knew his intentions and walked over and gently pressed the door.

Inside, Xian had heard the movement and walked over and asked him to enter.

During the day, because of the officials and Dugu Shan, Gala was present, and Ronglou and Xian were both in peace. In addition, Ronglou was happy to see Jiala at the first time. The atmosphere in the afternoon was quite harmonious. The two who were once close relatives seemed to have nothing to do with and did not mention any old things.

At this moment, when facing each other under the light, Ronglou looked at Xian with a complicated expression after decades.

Although the experiences of each of them were not explained in detail, the outlines of the letters can be roughly conjectured from the words.

After closing the doors and windows and making a pot of tea, Ronglou slowly spoke, "This time I accompanied Gala to the capital. If things are done, will I return to Nanchen?"

"I won't go back," Xian smiled. "Nanfeng is not here, and there is no reliable person around Gala. How can I bear to let go? You may have heard of our Supreme Emperor. Just Gala, I'm afraid he can't defend him."

"This road is very difficult. Even if the highness insists on marrying and I support him, Emperor Duan Gong will hinder his many considerations and agrees, but it will never come from his original intention. But what about the future? When other countries are strong, there is no need to borrow the power of Southern Chen. Even if the two countries still have good friendships, he will still not be happy about Gala." Rong Lou looked at her, "Gala has decided on his mind?"

Xian's nod.

"So, what is she going to plan in the future? The throne of Emperor Duangong will be more difficult than life. Even if he doesn't pursue the matters in Longyou, what about the Dugu family? Let the blood of the Dugu family be recorded in the genealogy and inherit the throne of his wife and children's lives. Do you think he will be willing?"

This is indeed a difficult problem. Even though Xian has never mentioned it to Galo, he still has hidden worries.

On the table was the fresh mulberries sent in a hurry to the south. Xian picked up a few and sent them to Ronglou and said slowly: "Galao once said something to me, which should be her thoughts. She said that if it was not a decisive end, if there was a perfect possibility, why not try it? Even if you may not be able to get what you wish in the end, you will never regret it. For example, if everyone dies, they will eventually be in the loess, but we all try our best to move forward and expect a good result."

Rong Lou was stunned, "Is this what she said?"

"It was her." Xian nodded, "This child was taught by Nanfeng when he was young, and later lived with me in the small Buddhist temple for four years. Even I was surprised by how she said such words. But it can be seen that she really does not want to give up Your Highness easily."

"Since that's the case," Rong Lou pondered for a moment and said, "We followed her."

He suddenly smiled, as if he was mocking himself, "Actually, you have a very similar temperament, even Nanfeng."

"It's very stubborn, right?"

"It's a stubborn and stubborn person, so it's impossible to stop it." Rong Lou paused, as if he was hesitant, and looked at Xian for a moment. Seeing her kind and calm eyebrows, as if the moon came out of the Tianshan Mountains, clear and calm. He put the mulberries into his mouth, and the juice was sweet, just like the wild fruit she accidentally handed him to him when she was a teenager.

"Actually, when I left, I regretted marrying you." Rong Lou looked at Xian and smiled when he saw her, as if he had expected it, "After a few years, I regretted not leaving at that time."

"What about now?"

"I don't regret marrying you, nor do I regret leaving."

The flame swayed, and Xian picked up the silver cutters and removed a small piece of candle wick.

"So too," she said.

"I don't regret marrying me, because I'm for Nanfeng and Gala. I don't regret going south, because I'm for him." Ronglou remembered the old things and suddenly smiled, "I only thought it was nice when you named Nanfeng at first, and I didn't think much about it. Later, when I entered the royal court and read many books, I wondered why it wasn't named Beifeng. After all, he was from the south."

These words made Xian laugh, "I was still young at that time, and I laughed at you."

I wish to pass away for the southwest wind. That is the sentence Gao Tanwei once taught her. At that time, due to the ancestral teachings of Changming Lou, he married Ronglou against his will. He was young and energetic, and felt the misery of fate, so he gave such a name. Looking back now, he was mixed with all kinds of feelings.

Xian finally sighed, "I am ashamed of you in this life."

"I'm willing."

Xian was slightly stunned. Cong Lu's gentle eyes noticed a ray of light. After years of precipitation, the afterglow that had not yet disappeared. But she could no longer bear it. So she lowered her head and swept the dust that did not exist on her knees, and then added tea.

Rong Lou said again: "He is okay now?"

"I'm afraid there will be no more time to exile to the southwest," said Xian.

"Do you want to save me?"

"No need." Xian shook his head, "In the early years, he did not listen to the persuasion and was rude to the Supreme Emperor, he had already laid the cause and effect. The Supreme Emperor survived such a dilemma, without mentioning his scheming, and his ambition was admirable. Now, the causal cycle is cycled, and it depends on everyone if he is in a dilemma. I am powerless."

"Then wait for him to leave, the road ahead of Gala will be smooth. Are you... going back to Nanchen?"

"I won't go back. I said, I won't regret it."

The house was quite quiet, and the wind passed through the screen windows, making a rumble.

Rong Lou looked at her, but he stopped talking.

The next day, the two countries sent delegations to the capital together and arrived in mid-March.

The capital in late spring is completely different from the arrival of Gala last year. The mulberry roads are crisscrossing on both sides of the official road, the distant mountains and clear waters stretch out under the warm spring sun, and the wine flags beside the road are waving in the wind, and the countryside is full of people going out for a walk.

Last year, those who were captured by Emperor Wuyuan were mostly close ministers like the Dugu family. After being managed by Emperor Wuyuan and his son for a year, they had declined or restrained their edge. Under the change of imperial power, many new nobles also emerged, such as the hot Jiang family, such as Zhao Ying. Although Yang Jian and his son were cold-hearted, they were diligent and clear-headed. The new Minister of Personnel was quite good at knowing people and recommended many talented people. The Imperial College and the academy included some young people who were eager to learn. At this time, the noble family and the talented and rookies were still in high spirits. They could often see the curtains and incense curtains in the distance, and kites flying high in the sky.

Gala and Xian and Hua Shang ride together, lifting the curtain and looking out, the beautiful scenery was visible.

In this gradually calming atmosphere, many of them were Yang Jian's contributions. When Gala thought about this, his smile became deeper.

The emperor's queu was majestic and the imperial guards were tight. The generals guarding the city were personally at the door. When Ronglou and his party arrived, they welcomed them in person.

The sides of the Suzaku Long Street were as lively as before. Although the people did not know what the identity of the group of people was, they were curious to stop when they saw the formation.

Gala picked up the corner of the curtain and looked at the shops and restaurants on both sides, and the embroidered houses on the attic. His eyes swept by casually. Suddenly, behind a half-closed window, he saw a familiar face swaying by. Then the window closed and there was no movement.

The eldest sister Dugu Banruo? What did she do when she hides there?

Gala was suspicious, and when he looked over again, there was no sign of anything strange.

She said softly, and then Xian asked, "What's wrong?"

"I seemed to see the elder sister just now." Garo swept past, not sure, "She was hiding behind the window in the attic, and then closed the window sash after a glance."

Although Xu Gongwang is now in the right position, he is also the prime minister with countless disciples. Dugu Panruo was pregnant last year and must have passed the confinement period now. Is that person really her just now?

Thinking of this, he looked at Xian and just smiled when he saw her.

"The blind spot in the Southern Chen Kingdom came to form an alliance in person. Even if the people didn't know, Xu Gongwang would not have received any news. If that person was really your sister, it was probably the Xu family who found out that your father was in the mission. Taking advantage of the fact that the team was going to cross the Suzaku Long Street today, they specially asked her to come and confirm with their own eyes. Unfortunately, your father was not in the team today."

Gala said "Oh" and his smile slightly lowered.

Xian stroked her shoulder and said warmly: "Don't worry, your father will be responsible."

As you move forward gradually, it will be the palace.

The team was moving much slower. Because there were guards on both sides to welcome him, Gala did not dare to lift the side curtain again, but sat in the car properly. Until the carriage stopped, she lifted the curtain. The female guards who accompanied her got out of the car, followed Xian, and followed the Nanchen delegation and walked forward slowly.

Under the palace building with tilted corners and flying eaves, Yang Jian was wearing His Highness's crown and uniform with vermilion gold. He was handsome and noble. Behind him were the left prime minister Jiang Zhan, the Minister of Rites, Shaoqing of the Honglu Temple, and others. There were officials on both sides, obviously he was ordered to come to greet him personally to show his importance.

Rong Lou led the crowd forward and greeted each other. Then, accompanied by Yang Jian and Jiang Zhan, he entered the palace gate.

The mission sent to Nanchen followed closely behind, and Xian and Gala followed the Nanchen ritual officer in accordance with Ronglou's arrangement and entered the palace.

The guards on both sides were solemn, with gold bricks under their feet flat, and Gala mixed in the crowd, and could only see Yang Jian's back, straight and straight. Walking through the majestic and solemn palaces on both sides, the eaves soaring towards the blue sky, the red doors were incorrectly made of gold and bronze. In front of him was the Xuanzheng Hall where the emperor held a grand ceremony and received important envoys from the foreign countries.

Above the nine-foot-high platform, Xuanzheng Hall is majestic and solemn.

A giant dragon carved with white marble on the Danbi is flying, and a thick vermilion carpet is laid on both sides of the steps, and the ritual official leads the way forward.

In the main hall, Emperor Wuyuan sat high on the dragon throne, covered his body with a bright yellow dragon robe, and was facing the lower body. On both sides were civil and military officials and ministers above the third rank, as well as ministers and generals. Because the hall was spacious and solemn, there were short cases on both sides, and there were empty cases near Emperor Wuyuan, which were reserved for the mission of the Ministry of Rites.

Gala did not enter immediately, but followed Xian and stood outside the hall gate with several young officials from Nanchen.

Because Ronglou had briefly mentioned the itinerary in advance, the time was not tight. Therefore, Emperor Wuyuan did not arrange important matters today, and only held a banquet in the hall on the grounds that the group came from afar and the carriages were exhausted.

After Ronglou answered, Emperor Wuyuan invited everyone to sit down, and immediately ordered the ritual officer to invite the Southern Chen delegation who had not entered the hall to enter.

The court officials in the hall had already sat down, and Gala followed the officials and entered the hall to bow.

Emperor Wuyuan swept over at will, and the number of people was consistent with the mission beforehand. In the end, the two women should have dressed up as the relatives of the Ronglou who were brought to the capital of the capital. In order to show their courtesy, they also specially instructed the ritual officers in advance, so they could invite their relatives to come to the hall to pay homage and share the ceremony banquet.

At this moment, the elderly woman looked down at the kneeling and worshiping. The older woman was dressed as a decent demeanor. The girl next to her was dressed as a Nan Chen Guinu. She had a narrow waist and thin wrists, exquisite rosy veils on her shoulders, and the bun was decorated with round golden beads and tassels. She drooped on her temples with the movement of the salute. Although she could not see her true face, she would definitely be a beauty just looking at her posture.

After the ceremony, the officials at the steps guided everyone to take their seats. Emperor Wuyuan saw the true faces of the two "kind relatives" and his face changed slightly.

Xuanzheng Hall was built solemnly and majestic, with a majestic atmosphere. The hall was several feet deep inside. The officials who served the banquet sat upright behind the short table in their court uniforms.

The hall door is open, and the bright spring sunshine shines in. Even the black gold bricks have added color.

What's more eye-catching is the girl standing on top of the gold bricks.

Gala dressed up specially today. His white cheeks almost didn't need to be decorated, and he only drew his green eyebrows. He lightly dripped his red lips. He tied up his hair high, and his golden beads and tassels were like crescent moons. He swayed like a phoenix, looking at the moon, holding pearls, and drooped beside his temples. Beads dripping in the ears were like water, like plum petals in the snow, making the skin look softer.

The girl is tall and graceful, with a ruby ​​necklace adorned between her neck. It was a gift for meeting from Ronglou. Made by several skilled craftsmen in Southern Chen, it is exquisite and eye-catching. Under the shiny veil, she only wears a narrow waist and half of her arm. The spring shirt inside is thin, covering her jade-like skin. Coral bracelets are wrapped around her wrists. Below is a silver-red long skirt treads on the floor, and the legs are decorated with many extremely thin gold pieces. Although the half arm is not decorated with beautiful decoration, a jade leaf ring is hung around her waist. While walking, the long skirt is floating in light and gold, and the ring is jingling bells.

Such a dress is certainly in line with the identity of a blind relative in the Southern Chen Kingdom, but that face...
To be continued...