Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

As usual, the banquet is held in Linde Hall.

When Yaoying entered the palace, it was already evening.

A cold star floats at the starting point in the sky, and the vast dome to the west is full of sunset clouds, and under the cage is a burning hot glow. Pavilions and pavilions standing majestically by the pool are bathed in a radiant golden glow, casting magnificent silhouettes, and row upon row of corridors and flying pavilions surround the arches.

The breeze blows, sending strands of coolness.

Standing under the long steps, you can vaguely see the lively banquet in the palace. In the lobby, there are crowds of people and laughter, and the towering terraces are surrounded by green bead behind half-rolled bead curtains, and the clothes are fragrant and shadowy.

Below the stage, a group of musicians holding Pipa, Zhuozhen, Zhuo, Huqin, Jiegu, Yapai, and Jinling were sitting on the felt blanket on the west side of the building, singing and singing.

On the stage, maiko dressed in colorful clothes danced to the music.

Yaoying got out of the carriage and stood in front of the steps, looking up at the pavilion standing on the high platform, her clothes fluttered, her face bright and bright.

The young man who had been waiting on the platform for a long time looked at her in a daze, only to recover after a while, and rushed down the long steps, standing in front of her, panting, pale, and his expression awkward.

Yaoying smiled and said, "San Lang."

Zheng Jing looked at her in silence, and suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist: "Princess... follow me."

Yaoying was startled.

Zheng Jing blushed to the base of his neck and stammered: "I haven't mentioned one thing to the princess... The reason why the Zheng family proposes to the King of Qin is not because my father values ​​the family, but because...because I adore the princess."

He blushed even harder after the words were spoken, his head hung down, his whole body was hot, and almost a few plumes of smoke came out of his head.

"The Zheng family begged for a kiss...before I begged for a kiss, I...I have met... met the princess."

The Seventh Princess might not remember it long ago, but Zheng Jing engraved it in his heart.

The first time I saw Princess Seven was the spring of Tao Li Zhengyan. Wei Jun'erlang and the little lady made an appointment to go out of the city to enjoy the spring. Zheng Jing and his eldest brother were angry and fell off their horses, covered in mud.

The brothers and sisters sat on horseback, condescending, mocking him for uselessness.

Zheng Jing's body was muddy, his legs were entangled in the reins, and he couldn't get up. The eldest brother was watching from a distance, waiting for him to ask for help, his heart was humiliated and he didn't want to open his mouth.

Several dwarf boys drove their horses around him, deliberately lifting their robes and untied them, making a gesture to humiliate him.

Suddenly, a whip rushed into the air, combing her head in a double snail bun, the seven princesses in a silver red shirt and a pomegranate dress drove down the hillside, and a whip beat the leading dandy boy.

The young men were furious and were about to make fun of the Seventh Princess. Seeing Li Zhongqian who was stopping by the Xinglin and looking casually at Li Zhongqian, he trembled with fright and immediately disappeared.

The Seventh Princess lifted the whip and gently lifted Zheng Jing's entangled right leg, leaving a servant to take care of him, turned the horse, and ran towards Li Zhongqian.

Zheng Jing fell into a puddle of mud, raised his face, and watched the girl go away.

The smile on her face eclipsed Weiliu's Shili Xinglin.

Later, Zheng Jing saw the well-known Li family female son again at the private banquet of the Li family, and found that she was very different from the girl he met for the first time. A girl galloping freely in the spring breeze.

Zheng Jing saw the seventh princess for the third time in the autumn when the ginkgo was full of gold.

That night Li Zhongqian hosted a banquet in the palace. He was invited to the banquet. During the banquet, he was teased by his eldest brother's friend. He ate too much wine and strayed into the backyard of the palace.

When he walked to a pavilion, he heard the soft talk and laughter of the woman while drunk.

In the pavilion, the gauze curtains are high, the colorful candles are brilliant, the dishes on the dining table are full of delicacies of the mountains and the sea, a dozen of royal concubines with heavy makeup and beaded heads are sitting, lying, or standing, watching the courtyard with a smile The woman dances.

Shao Qing, the music stopped, the woman smiled and bowed to the main seat, and the concubines smiled: "Aliu's dance is not as good as Qiniang's!"

When the Liu clan refused, Ji concubines fought Qiniang to compete with her.

A charming girl with a pair of spiral buns came out generously, took off her shoes, stood on the round carpet, raised the golden bell in her hand, looked around with a smile, slowly twisted her waist, and her shirt fluttered. The snow-white skin was looming under the light.

Zheng Jing blushed and dared not look more, but he couldn't bear to look away in a daze.

He has never seen such a beautiful dance in his life, charming and graceful, soft and strong.

The wind and willow on the waist, the horizontal waves are like spring water.

Halfway through the girl's jump, Zheng Jing was picked out of the peony bushes by a tall guard and punched several times in the face.

The lady in the pavilion called him a disciple, and he stammered to explain.

The girl walked under the eaves of the gallery, sweaty, her muscles plumped like snow under her shirt, she glanced at Zheng Jing, smiled and said to the guard: "A Qing, he is my brother's guest. Most of them came in by mistake when he was drunk. Yes, send him out."

The guards responded and sent Zheng Jing back to the table, confirming that he was Zheng Jia Saburo, and then let him go.

Zheng Jing quietly inquired after he woke up and learned that Li Yaoying was dancing the Tuozhi dance that night.

When he saw the seventh princess for the fourth time, he was watching Orchid dancing the Tuozhi dance at Pingkangfang.

Every time I was very embarrassed.

It was these embarrassing encounters that let Zheng Jing know that the seventh princess was not the lofty and innocent lord in the mouth of the dandy boy in Chang'an.

She is so beautiful, so bright, and so vivid and real.

She will rescue the ridiculed teenagers wisely, play coquettishly with her elder brother, triumphantly dance with the royal concubines, drive away the daddy indifferently, and deal with the noble ladies in the family.

She will also be scared and helpless.

The sunset glow is blazing, and the long steps are sprinkled with brilliant sunset light.

Zheng Jing held Yaoying's hand, raised his head, his face still flushed, and solemnly said: "I admire the princess. This heart is so obvious. The King Qin is gone. I will take care of the princess and respect the princess like Qin. The princess can go horse riding if she wants to ride a horse, or dance if she wants to dance..."

He paused for a long time, "I can't bear to watch the princess step onto the high platform."

When the seventh princess goes, it's just a sheep's mouth!

Yaoying looked at Zheng Jing, with a small smile slowly appearing on her face: "San Lang, thank you."

The juvenile’s love is sincere, reserved and shy, even if it may only be his impulse, it is worthy of being treated and respected.

"My brother has never liked scholars, I was still wondering how he would pick you..." Yaoying smiled, "He didn't misunderstand the wrong person, Saburo, you are a person worth entrusting for life."

Zheng Jing rolled his throat a few times, and said in shame: "I'm really incompetent, I can't protect the princess, nor can I save King Qin...I..."

Yaoying interrupted him: "You have helped me a lot, and I remember it all in my heart."

"Princess leave with me..." Zheng Jing murmured.

Yaoying shook her head, "San Lang, when I was five years old, I was thrown on the battlefield. Everyone said I was dead. Regardless of the obstruction of my loyal servant, my brother crossed the battlefield to save me. During the war, brother dug in the dead man’s pile for a few days before finding me. The rebels hadn’t gone far. We couldn’t reveal the identity of the young lady of the Li family. Brother took me to flee north. I couldn’t walk, so brother Hold me, carry me..."

…

Li Zhongqian was only eleven years old at the time, hiding in Tibet with Yao Yingdong on his back.

Without food, Li Zhongqian went to dig grass roots, catch snakes and mice in the cave, lay down his face to beg, and robbed other refugees of any food that could be eaten.

Without shoes to wear, Li Zhongqian tore off her clothes to wrap her feet, but he walked over the mountains with bare feet, and the soles of her feet were worn out.

Li Zhongqian ran away with Yaoying on his back when encountering insurgent soldiers. He hadn't practiced martial arts in a few years, and he was still a child.

Once Yaoying fell off his back.

The sound of horseshoes rang in her ears, and Yaoying was lying on the grass without making a sound.

Li Zhongqian, who was on the run, soon discovered that she was missing, and when he turned around, he saw her encircled by a chaotic army, his eyes were distraught.

The other refugees who fled together yelled to Li Zhongqian: "Stupid boy! Run! Run!"

Yaoying lay on the ground, crying in her heart: Run, brother, run!

Li Zhongqian did not run.

He didn't even hesitate for a moment, and resolutely turned around and ran towards her, ignoring the gleaming spear, threw on her, and firmly protected her under him.

They were lucky enough to escape, and Li Zhongqian was only slightly injured.

The refugees scolded Li Zhongqian as stupid: "This time you are lucky. With this sick seed on your back, you will die sooner or later!"

Li Zhongqian kept his face calm and did not speak, holding Yaoying, and feeding her the only piece of cake on his body.

Yaoying refused to eat. She knew she was a burden to her brother, who hadn't eaten for several days.

Li Zhongqian's face was gloomy, he opened Yaoying's mouth, broke the cake a little bit and feed it into her mouth: "Little Qi, be good, Brother A will not leave you behind."

Yaoying cried and shook her head.

Li Zhongqian squeezed her chin, staring at her with the long and narrow phoenix eyes unblinking, with a gloomy look: "Little Qi, listen carefully, you are not a burden to brother, brother will definitely take you home. You are alive. Brother, take you back, if you are dead, brother will also carry you back. So you have to live well, understand?"

The five-year-old Yaoying was moved and a little scared. She wiped away her tears and ate a few bites of cakes. The remaining half was pushed to Li Zhongqian: "Brother also eat."

Li Zhongqian took the cake, but still didn't eat it, and hid it in his sleeve.

The small piece of cake was finally left for Yaoying to eat.

…

After many years, Yaoying's eyes were still red when thinking about all the things she had done while escaping back then.

"Saburo, if your brother treats you this way, when he is in danger, would you give up and save him?"

Zheng Jing's eye circles were reddish, and he nodded.

Yaoying smiled: "Back then, my brother thought about taking me and A-niang away... But he was only eleven years old, and A-niang needed meticulous care. I was sick again. When I was out, I stopped taking medicine, so I couldn't go to the ground. Every time I pass by, my brother goes to the doctor to help me see a doctor. We don’t have medical fees and can’t afford medicine. Naturally, those people won’t diagnose and treat me. Brother is very self-blame..."

Eleven-year-old Li Zhongqian understood that he could not give Yaoying a stable life alone.

Just like what Li De's staff said after they returned to Wei County: Erlang, only by staying in Wei County, his wife and female son can go well in troubled times, and can have a steady stream of expensive medicinal materials to nourish their bodies.

Yaoying bowed her head and gently opened Zheng Jing's hand: "Brother is afraid that I will not be able to protect Aniang and me. He dare not hide our capacities and bide our time. He puts on his shirt and leads the battle, but his identity is a taboo of the sacred, and he cannot be like other people. The prince emerges at random like that, he does not enter, nor does he retreat, he simply wanders and drifts with the flow, even so, he still allows me and A-niang to spend these years at ease."

She is not the princess Li De loves, but who in Beijing dares to bully her?

Yaoying raised her head, her eyes firm: "Brother is in trouble now, I want to save him, no matter what the cost."

"I won't go with you."

Zheng Jing was speechless, and dropped his hands.

After a while, he raised his trembling hand: "I will send the princess to the terrace."

Yaoying smiled at him and shook her head: "No, this way, I will go by myself."

Zheng Jing opened his mouth and said nothing. He stood there and watched the woman he admired stepping onto the long steps. The slender figure gradually sank into the boundless twilight.

On the terrace and high pavilion, there are arrogant enthusiasm and noisy laughter.

The twilight is gradually sinking, hundreds of candles have been lit in the pavilion, the lights are scattered and the candles are brilliant, like stars falling to the ground in the sky, and the Milky Way is shining.

However, when Yaoying, who was wearing a high bun and dressed up in beautiful costumes, walked into the curtain pavilion, the glowing candlelight in the room instantly eclipsed her.

Everyone at the banquet stopped talking and looked at her blankly.

The leader of the Zhuhu tribe on the side of the main seat directly knocked over the wine bowl and was stunned.

Yaoying faced countless torrents of water rushing to her sight, her eyes calm, and she walked to the front of the seat step by step.