The reed marsh outside Xiangfan City originally did not have the beautiful autumn scenery, but ever since Princess Consort Jingan fell in love with it, the people of Xiangfan who would come every autumn to chop the reeds for firewood or to make paper pulp automatically disappeared without a trace. Fortunately, Princess Consort Pei had a Bodhisattva's heart. Every year, she would subsidize the nearby villagers with some silver taels. In addition, with her presence, the scholars in the city commented on the scenic spots of the reed marsh, such as the fragrance of the reeds and the green lake. The memorial archway of the Sky Wave Gate was written by a calligraphy expert two years ago. As time went on, he took advantage of the opportunity to let the rich wanderers enjoy the scenery and earned a considerable amount of silver.
However, Princess Pei usually only went for a stroll in the spring or autumn to see the snow. This year, she clearly came a little earlier. She always left the city with a very small fanfare. Other than her two personal maids, there was only a small group of lightly armored guards. King of Jing An Zhao Heng had governed Xiang Fan effectively these years. He loved the people like his own children and had a good reputation. In addition, he was known far and wide that this vassal king was a devout believer of Buddhism. Therefore, when wang fei left the city, she had never encountered any trouble.
From the official road to a small road, there was a lush reed marshes. In the past few years, wang fei had always admired the scenery. After she got off the carriage, she would let the guards follow her from a distance. The guards did not dare to disturb wang fei's mood. In addition, the reeds were taller than a person. At least, wang fei did not get off the carriage. But this time, it was strange. Not only did she come early, wang fei still did not get off the carriage when she reached the fork in the road.
Inside the carriage, Princess Pei, who did everything personally in the fu, personally lit a small incense burner. She sat in a kneeling position, her buttocks on her legs, imperceptibly squeezing out a full curve. The two servant girls in the carriage, even though they were both women, were moved when they saw this scene. Wang fei especially had a head of unusually soft and beautiful black hair. When the servant girls combed it, they gently held it in their hands and couldn't help but praise it. Wang fei, who had a gentle personality, would look at herself in the bronze mirror and smile gently. When the servant girls occasionally washed wang fei's white lotus jade feet after she was tired from studying, their hearts would beat faster and they would sigh that wang fei was really too beautiful.
Princess Pei held a letter in her hand. Before she left the fu, King of Jing An, Zhao Heng, had given it to her. He said that it was best to personally hand it to the Beiliang shizi at the reed marshes. Otherwise, she would not have come to the reed marshes so early. Princess Pei held the letter that had not been carefully sealed, as if she was hesitating whether or not she should take out the letter. When it came to King of Jing An, Zhao Heng, there was no one in the world who understood him better than she did. He did not say anything, and he did nothing. He left things for others to guess. His Royal Highness, Zhao Xun's eccentric personality had been forced out by his father. As for Zhao Xun's unconventional and covert gaze, how could Princess Pei, who was no longer an ignorant young girl, not know about it? That child most likely hated her a little more. Although when he entered Princess Jing An's service, Zhao Xun's birth mother, at the time, had died of an illness for unknown reasons. This debt, no matter how clear Pei Nanwei's conscience was, would be on her head. Therefore, all these years, when faced with Zhao Xun's unconventional and complicated gaze, she had never exposed him, never reprimanded him, and never said anything in front of the King of Jing An. Zhao Heng placed great importance on maintaining his health. When the King of Jing An died, Zhao Xun would inherit the title of Marquis of Jing 'an. No matter what, it would still be 20 years later. Presumably, at that time, Zhao Xun, who had been demoted to Marquis of Jing' an by law, would not have any thoughts about her old and faded self.
Other than the secret letter in Pei Nanwei's hand, there was also a sandalwood box with prayer beads by her leg. She liked the carvings on the sandalwood box very much. The box had never been opened because she knew that the more she cared about something, the more Zhao Heng hated it. Also, this sandalwood box had been given to her as a thorn in Zhao Heng's side. She was afraid that if she opened it and he found out, the prayer beads and the sandalwood box would both be gone.
Princess Pei said in a gentle voice: "Go down and see if Beiliang and His Royal Highness are near."
The two servant girls, who had to report to the King of Jing An what wang fei ate three meals a day, withdrew and slowly lifted their skirts to get off the carriage.
Princess Pei took out the secret letter with two fingers. It was the King of Jing An's personal handwriting: "Sending nephew a thousand li."
Princess Pei furrowed her brow and muttered: "The meaning is that even if you send him a thousand li, he still has to part in the end? He's not going to personally send him off? "
Princess Pei shook her head as though she felt that she didn't understand the meaning of these words. After Zhao Heng had failed to seize power in the palace, he didn't have a high opinion of the top nobility in the court and was even ridiculed by Xu Xiao and the other powerful vassals. But she knew that this was a man with great ambition. If he didn't hate the humiliation he had suffered in the past, if he didn't want to return to that city and that palace, then this vassal king who was as ambitious as the reeds outside the window, when Shizi Zhao Xun was beaten, he had to personally come and ask for forgiveness. This was already a great endurance. It was really a broken jar. Once again, he lowered himself to express his feelings of parting with a junior? Pei Nanwei couldn't help but think of the words he had said with a smile as he stood at the top of the steps when they left the fu, "This King has a clear conscience. We are fated to be husband and wife, and I have already prayed for you a million times."
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