[2] A glimpse of Song Yu's 9 favorite people
Youmeng's mind couldn't help but feel like she was about seven or eight years old when she was a child. She met Wu Xingsu, who was the same age as her for the first time at the royal hunting ground. At that time, Xingsu was already wearing a small hunting suit and riding on a foal, and Youmeng could only stand outside the tent, snuggling beside the emperor's father, fearing, curiosity and awkwardness.
It was a young but not afraid of life. He took the initiative to hold her hand and thus brought this deep friendship from then on.
The royal family of You Dynasty is still martial. Even the princess with golden branches and jade leaves can approve her to learn martial arts such as riding and shooting as long as she has the will. It has to be said that Youmeng’s current foundation is also due to being amazed by the heroic posture of Xingsu back then.
"You can retreat and be loyal to each other. If you advance, you will share honor and disgrace, share life and death, and share hardships. Only when you don't doubt each other can you be called Jinlan." As he said that, Xingsu raised one hand and reached out to Youmeng.
Youmeng's gaze rose slowly from her hand, and looked at her for a long time: "Okay, since you have told me to my heart, I, Ji Youmeng, will treat you with a sincere heart."
She also reached out and held the stars tightly.
The two hugged each other and Youmeng rubbed her shoulders and ears:
"Stars, if one day you are in danger, no matter Youmeng is at the end of the world, I will sacrifice my life to save you."
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Walking leisurely to the shade of the locust trees, the breeze bathed in the cool fragrance. This familiar scenery for no reason brought about a sealed memory in his heart—
It was an ancient locust tree in the forests of Dali. After hundreds of years of vicissitudes, it also became green and tall. He was independent of the tree and had not yet arrived.
He was waiting patiently and calmly, but he couldn't help but feel enlightened. Suddenly, a small green fruit fell from the sky and hit the back of his head accurately. He touched his head and turned around in surprise. He saw a strange smiling face poking out between the lush green leaves. This naughty girl was sitting on a thick branch, looking down at his confused and innocent expression, covering his mouth and giggling.
He was fooled and his eyes were not angry at all, and his eyes were still as gentle as before: "What should I do if I climb that high? Get off quickly."
She raised her bright smile proudly: "What are you afraid of? I can fly."
He smiled slightly by the breeze: "Stop making trouble."
"If you don't believe me, I'll fly for you to see!" After saying that, she opened her arms confidently and suddenly flew down from the branches, landing lightly in front of him, but the cushioned body couldn't help but sink down. He reached out to hold him nervously.
She slowly raised her eyes from the bend of his arms, like a spring, untainted with dust, and contained clear ethereality.
He smiled gently, gently stretched his fingers over her head, and picked the snow-white locust flowers that were stained with her hair. She didn't speak, but just smiled foolishly. He felt a sweet and warmth in his heart, laughing at her as she was always so careless.
At this moment, the sun shone through the gaps of the leaves, bounding the white shadows of the swaying locust flowers, making the eyes dazed. The wind sighed faintly in the wind, and the locust flowers were as fragrant as before, and it was like this touching the scene.
"Then when will we meet again?" The parting words came to my ears.
"Next spring..." At that time, he promised, "The emperor will hold a state banquet at that time, and our whole family will come to Beijing to worship."
"Then I'm waiting for you in Chang'an, you must come!"
He picked up a cluster of locust flowers blown by the wind on the ground, raised his eyes quietly to the sky at the end of the clouds, and was beyond his reach.
Qiaoqiao, where are you in Chang'an, should you be in Chang'an?
I miss the locust flowers and think about my own well.
wait for me.
Chapter completed!