Qiao Qiao caught him off guard with his sudden request.

She was an orphan girl who grew up in the mountains and fields since childhood. She had no relatives in this world, and had no other friends except Li Feng.

She has never left Dali and is full of unknowns to the vast world outside. She lacks the necessary survival and communication skills and does not know how to deal with people. She doesn't even know Chinese. She only relies on a sword passed by her master to be a hero and righteous. Such a simple girl makes her wander in a foreign land. Li Feng will certainly not be relieved, but the situation forces her to do so.

"This is also a temporary solution. My father has issued an order to arrest you in the southern territory. You can't stay in Dali anymore." He decisively handed the reins to her, with reluctance hidden between his eyebrows and eyes. "There are friends I trust in this caravan. If you follow them, they will take you to the Central Plains."

"But I don't know anyone in the Central Plains..." Qiao Qiao held the reins tightly, her expression even more panicked.

"Don't worry, I've done some preparations for you." He comforted her firmly, "When we arrive in Chang'an, they will find a place for you, and you can live there first."

"So when will we see each other again?"

"Next spring..." He lowered his head and pondered for a while, "The emperor will hold a state banquet at that time, and our family will come to Beijing to worship."

Seeing him like that, Qiao Qiao's heart also became heavier: "Then I'm waiting for you in Chang'an, you must come!"

Li Feng nodded, suddenly hugged her tightly without warning, and attached herself to her ear and said, "You must not know what this means in the etiquette of the Han people, right?"

Qiao Qiao couldn't come back to his senses in an instant: "Well? What?"

"Forget it, maybe you will know it after you go to Chang'an..." His smile was slightly bitter, and he let her go, "It's getting late, let's set off."

Qiao Qiao got on the horse, and was detouring on the ancient road, looking back at him reluctantly.

"Take care." His distant gaze was gradually fading into the moonlight, as if he was talking to himself, but his heart was like her, silently looking forward to reunion.

At the bright moon pavilion, I rode my horse away, and the mist and clouds walked across the long forest.

The geese pass by and leave a sound, awakening the departure from others, carrying the rings of the year, and smiling at the world.

But what he did not expect was that shortly after seeing her off, the emperor would order the state banquet for the 20th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China to be held in the newly built eastern capital Luoyang. He could not go to Chang'an anymore, and it was a disaster.

Tonight, under the bright moonlight, he was filled with sorrow, and then he thought of the encounter with the little princess at the incense meeting. He picked up the incense for her, and they met unexpectedly at both ends of the corridor, and their eyes were facing each other.

That day she was covered in a veil, her eyes were like crystals soaked in water, clear and clear.

People say she is beautiful, maybe she is even more beautiful than the rumors, but after all, she is not the pretty and cute girl in the South who rides peacocks and wreaths on her head.

Looking at the bright moon above my head, even if the white moonlight understood him, there was nothing I could do.

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Youmeng stared blankly at the portrait in her hand. The man in green shirt had fair skin and long hair as satin.

Judging from the portrait alone, the man is really beautiful, his father's domineering and his mother's exquisiteness are all integrated into his facial features.

The temperament he exudes is so complex, with a hint of handsomeness in his elegance, and a hint of gentleness in his handsomeness. But among those gentleness and handsomeness, he has his unique ethereality, a breeze and moon that cannot be hidden.

But no matter how good he was, looking at him, the potential strangeness made her feel resistant.

"Who are you..." she said to Hua, "Why are you here? Why..."

The person in the painting was speechless, so she was a little annoyed and asked relentlessly: "Why are you and not him?"

"Why do you have to break into my life? Why!" She became more and more excited as she asked, and her hand holding the painting couldn't help but tremble. "I don't like you, you may not like me either. You are not the one I want, I don't want it!"

She screamed hysterically, threw the scroll on the ground in disgust, turned around and filled herself with a glass of wine, and raised her head and drank it all without hesitation.

She wanted to numb her pain, she wanted to forget the reality that was approaching her.

In the outer hall of the bedroom, the figure in white clothes passed through the layers of veils, like the bright moon breaking through the clouds, slowly crossing to the Youmeng Case.

She looked up in a daze: "He Bi?..."
Chapter completed!