In spring, the flowers are in full bloom, and the palace walls isolate this beauty from the outside world. Butterfly seems to be unfettered, lingering among the flowers, intoxicated and contented.
This year, Nalan Rongruo was seventeen years old. He was as tall as other boys in the Manchu family, but his face was very handsome, as soft as a round jade. His father was the current prime minister, and he and the current emperor were cousins. He had accompanied his cousin Xuan Ye to study and practice martial arts since he was very young, and he was his cousin's imperial guard. "Rong Ruo, bring Alan next time." The young emperor looked back at his cousin who was standing in front of the flowers in a daze and said.
Xuanye, one year older than Rong Ruo, was the second young emperor since the founding of the Qing Dynasty. Xu Shi came to the throne because of his young age. The eighteen-year-old Xuan Ye had already faded away from youth and showed majesty in every gesture.
"Yes, I obey your order." Rongruo turned around and responded.
Alan, that was Rong Ruo's childhood sweetheart and cousin, the woman Rong Ruo had long made up his mind to marry.
Now, what does my cousin want to do by letting Alan enter the palace? He was inexplicably flustered, lowered his head slightly, and covered his eyes with his long eyelashes. Alan, was he getting further and further away from him?
"Rong Ruo, go back!" Xuan Ye saw that Ron Ruo was still lost in thought and thought he was tired. Seeing that it was getting late, he ordered him to go back home and rest.
Purpose: cherish the present moment