Chapter 39: A Narrow Escape
As she walked into the palace gate, Hua Xiangrong suddenly saw herself getting closer and closer to Gong Sunlongqing who was standing on the other side. Seeing him raise his eyes to look at her, Hua Xiangrong suddenly pulled out a hint of a smile.
Although she didn't know why she was smiling at him...
However, her hand was suddenly pinched hard by someone. Hua Xiang Rong abruptly turned her head and glared at Xiao Yue Han, whose face had become slightly colder: "What are you doing?"
As she spoke, Hua Xiang Rong tried to struggle free from his grasp, but Xiao Yue Han was unmoving, pulling her through the palace gates.
As she brushed past Gong Sunlong who was standing there, Hua Xiangrong caught a whiff of the faint, clear scent of ink coming from his body. She paused, turning her head to take another look at him, but by the time she turned around, that white figure had already blended into the crowd and was no longer visible.
Hua Xiang Rong followed Xiao Yue Han into the palace, where a palace maid led them to a side hall to rest. Tonight was the emperor's birthday, and all the princes and grandsons had to rush over to congratulate him during the day, while they, as family members, stayed in the side hall until the evening banquet before making an appearance.
Just after Xiao Yuehan let her stay there and rest, then left with others, Hua Xiangrong was bored and asked the palace maid for the direction of the Imperial Flower Garden, and then wandered around the palace alone.
The imperial palace of Dongxun country is more magnificent than she thought, originally she thought that the Forbidden City in China was already very large and majestic, let alone the better ones which were those European classical palaces or castles, but unexpectedly the imperial palace of Dongxun country compared to those palaces, wasn't inferior at all.
Walk and walk, turn and turn, it's like a free tour. When walking to the front of a side hall, Huaxiang Rong raised her eyes and looked around for half a day, then turned around and wanted to leave.
She didn't actually go in the direction of the Imperial Garden, but just walked around the outside because she saw a beautiful palace.
Just as Hua Xiang Rong was quietly glancing over at the group of people standing in the distance near Jin Wan Hall, she also saw Xiao Yue Han standing at the forefront of the officials, seemingly saying something. No, not officials... they were all relatives of the Emperor, with sons, younger brothers-in-law, and both close and distant relatives present. Hua Xiang Rong was standing far away and knew she couldn't get any closer, so she couldn't hear what they were saying. She could only purse her lips and turn around to walk towards the Dragon Head White Stone Bridge outside the main gate of the grand hall, which was over a hundred meters away. As soon as she turned around, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, looking at Gong Sun Long Qing who was walking towards her. He was still wearing white clothes, as if all officials had to wear official robes, but he was an exception, wearing pure white and strolling casually through the imperial palace.
Hua Xiang Rong smiled slightly, thinking that when she first entered the imperial palace, Xiao Yue Han had blocked her way, and she couldn't see the handsome guy. Now she could look, and no one was stopping her, right?
Gongsun Longqing walked slowly onto the white stone bridge of the dragon's head, and when he saw Hua Xiangrong walking towards him with a sweet smile, his eyes remained calm and unruffled, as if they were strangers, and he just smiled politely at her before continuing to walk towards the main hall.
It was the second time that Gongsun Longqi had a narrow escape with Huaxiang Rong. Huaxiang Rong withdrew the smile from her lips, on one hand she was curious about this Gongsun Longqi, on the other hand she couldn't understand why this man who loved her to death seemed to have no emotions at all when he saw her.
She could see the oppression on him, but didn't understand why he was enduring it.
Right in front of him was the Rong Er he wanted to protect for his whole life, could it be that he really forgot?
The flower thought suddenly took advantage of his recent departure and muttered: "Lang rides a bamboo horse, circling the bed to play with the green plum..."
The footsteps behind him suddenly stopped, and his elegant figure stiffened slightly.
Hua Xiang Rong smiled slightly and lowered her eyes, as if the person who had just recited that poem was not her. She quickly walked in the opposite direction of the main hall.
She didn't notice that the white-clothed man's hands, hidden in his sleeves, stiffened for a moment, and his eyes, which had been calm for nearly half a year, seemed to regain some vitality. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
If heaven could let Hua Xiangrong see everything that would happen in the future, and then let her turn back to choose, she certainly wouldn't have recited Li Bai's poem at this time.
Then, this beauty who brought disaster to the country and its people would not have to bring disaster to the country and its people after all...
