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In that era covered lightly by the dust of history, within the palace walls of the Later Tang, there lies a hidden period of childhood innocence and joy.
Yan Qing, the princess of the Ba-Shu kingdom, is a seven-year-old girl with a cool and clear beauty akin to moonlight. Her eyes are deep, as if they can see through the secrets of the human heart. Her every frown and smile seems to carry a spiritual quality not of this world.
It was a spring afternoon with a strong sense of spring, and the sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, sprinkling into the small garden of the palace.
Yan Qing was wearing a soft light blue dress, and the hem of the dress drew beautiful curves in the air as she walked lightly.
Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, tied with a simple ribbon, giving her an exceptionally elegant appearance.
Li Zhao, a nine-year-old boy, had a sharpness in his eyes that could not be ignored, the gaze of a future emperor. He was dressed in a black robe embroidered with gold thread, standing there like a young deity.
When Yan Qing stepped into the garden, Li Zhao was holding a slender willow branch, focusing on guiding a butterfly to dance. His profile appeared particularly three-dimensional in the sunlight, and there was a determination in his expression that belied his age.
Yan Qing approached and said softly, "This butterfly seems to really enjoy following you."
Li Zhao heard a voice, turned around, and saw Yan Qing. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, then he regained his composure.
He smiled gently, with the innocence of a young man and a subtle cunning that was not easily detectable: "Perhaps, it just likes this willow branch."
Yan Qing walked lightly to Li Zhao's side, her gaze falling on the butterfly dancing gracefully. She extended her delicate fingers, and the butterfly, surprisingly fearless, gently alighted on her fingertip. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she turned to Li Zhao and said with a joyful voice, "It seems to prefer being close to beautiful things."
Li Zhao turned around, his eyes revealing a hint of profound amusement as he looked at Yan Qing and replied in a gentle tone, "Then it should follow you forever."
Yan Qing Hearing this, her cheeks involuntarily blushed lightly. She playfully stuck out her tongue, blinked her eyes, and made a mischievous face, saying, "You have such a sweet mouth. It's not good to be so eloquent at such a young age."
Li Zhao heard Yan Qing's teasing, and the smile in the corner of his eyes deepened. He shook his head lightly, looking thoughtful. "Sweet talk? That's not my intention. I'm just speaking the truth," he said with a hint of playfulness in his voice, yet sincerity shone through.
Yan Qing gently released the butterfly into the air, letting it fly freely. Then she turned around, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, are your 'truths' only for me, or do you say the same to every beautiful woman?"
Li Zhao was teased and he straightened his clothes, then earnestly replied, "Of course, only to you. In this world, the beauty that can make a butterfly linger, I have only seen it on you."
Upon hearing this, Yan Qing couldn't help but smile, and her mood lightened. She knew that Li Zhao's words carried a teasing tone, but this lighthearted conversation made her unable to hold back her laughter.
"I'll reluctantly believe you this time," Yan Qing pretended to say coquettishly.
The conversation between the two children is simple yet witty. In their eye contact, it seems that they have already surpassed their age, with a subtle understanding and tacit agreement between them.
In the garden, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom, and the fragrance of flowers fills the air. Yan Qing gently releases the butterfly into the air, and the butterfly dances gracefully, as if celebrating the purity of these two souls.
Li Zhao looks at Yan Qing with a look of assessment and appreciation in his eyes. He knows that this girl in front of him will surely become a stunning beauty that will captivate everyone.
" Yan Qing, your name is just like you, with an extraordinary temperament," Li Zhao suddenly said, his voice carrying a subtle depth.
"Li Zhao, your name is also pleasant, like the first ray of sunlight in the morning, bright and powerful," Yan Qing's voice was gentle, with a hint of playful humor. Her eyes sparkled with a wise light, "I hope you can shine on your own path, just like your name suggests."
Li Zhao Upon hearing this, a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a hint of childish pride flashed in his eyes: "Then I must thank the king and queen for giving me such a good name."
" Yan Qing, look at the wings of this butterfly, don't they resemble the painted windows in the palace?" Li Zhao pointed to a butterfly resting on a petal, his eyes filled with childlike curiosity.
Yan Qing approached gently, and the butterfly seemed to sense her presence, yet it showed no intention of flying away. Instead, its wings fluttered lightly, as if communicating with her.
She leaned forward slightly, observing carefully, then turned to look at Li Zhao, her eyes shining. "Yes, and every flutter of its wings seems to be telling a story."
Li Zhao was drawn in by her words and unconsciously moved closer. Their shoulders lightly touched, but neither pulled away. Curiously, he asked, " Yan Qing, what do you think its story is?"
Yan Qing had a smile in the corner of her eyes, her voice was gentle yet powerful: "Perhaps it has crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, just to meet us in this spring day."
Li Zhao took out a short blade from his arms, the blade was slender and the sheath was carved with intricate patterns, like a piece of art. He handed it to Yan Qing with a serious and gentle look.
" Yan Qing, this short blade, is for you," Li Zhao said, his voice carrying a subtle tension.
"People often say that it's better to give girls jade hairpins or rouge, but I am not very good at these things. A few days ago, when I saw this delicate and finely crafted weapon, I thought of you and felt that this short blade would be very suitable for you."
Yan Qing took the short blade and her fingers gently slid over the exquisite carvings, feeling Li Zhao's thoughtfulness.
"Thank you, Li Zhao," Yan Qing lifted her head, her eyes holding a tenderness never seen before. "I will carry this short blade with me, not only because it can protect me, but also because it was a gift from you."
Li Zhao's mouth lifted a smug smile: "That's good, I hope it can be your protection."
At this moment, their eyes met, and their hearts understood each other without the need for many words. The short blade became an implicit agreement between them.
The Later Yan Emperor Lan, who was watching from the side, had a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
Her voice was gentle and full of deep affection, with the air of a mother of the nation, saying, "These two children, once they meet, they won't stop talking."
The palace maid echoed softly, "Li Zhao and Princess Yan Qing really look like a perfect match."
Guo Guifei, the mother of Li Zhao, smiled and said, "Yes, when they both grow up a bit, they might really be able to be married."
Yan Fei, the sister of the empress, shook her head lightly, with a hint of playfulness in her eyes, "Let's wait a little longer. Yan Qing is only seven years old this year, she's still young. You aunts are thinking of taking her away from Lady Yin too early, aren't you?"
Emperor: Later Yan Lan smiled and retorted, "Who asked Yan Qing to be so well-behaved and capture my heart? It would have been better if she had come earlier."
Consort Yan pretended to be annoyed and said, "Sister, you, without a daughter of your own, and Yan Qing looking so much like you, you've spoiled her rotten. When she arrives, Li Zhao will definitely be the one getting bullied." After speaking, she even looked towards Consort Guo.
Consort Guo smiled slightly, a hint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes. She knew the ways of intrigue in the palace, but also understood how to handle such relaxed moments.
She looked at Consort Yan with a playful tone, "Consort Yan, you worry too much. Li Zhao has always been a flexible child, and perhaps the wit and beauty of Princess Yan Qing could be an inspiration for him. Moreover, in this palace, who can truly predict the future of the children?"
In the words of Concubine Guo, there was a subtle hint of her expectations for her son's future. Her gaze turned to the two children playing in the garden, her smile gentle yet retaining the dignity of royalty.
Concubine Yan, upon hearing this, lightly nodded with a smile, understanding Concubine Guo's far-reaching thoughts and refraining from further words. Instead, her gaze fell upon Yan Qing, her caring affection evident.
The scene in the palace seems like a harmonious painting, but everyone understands that within these palace walls, every step is a game, and every word could be a strategy. However, on this beautiful spring day, they all choose to temporarily set aside their schemes, just to enjoy this rare tranquility and innocence.
The playfulness of Yan Qing and Li Zhao in the garden seems to infect every spectator present. Their laughter, clear and pleasant, is like the most beautiful melody of spring, adding a touch of vitality to the palace.
As the sun sets in the west, the golden glow spills into the garden. Yan Qing's figure leaps among the flowers, her hair dyed golden by the sunset, unreal in its beauty.
Li Zhao stands guard beside her, his gaze firm as if in this moment, he can already see her grown-up future.
The encounter on this day is the purest memory in the lives of Yan Qing and Li Zhao.
This memory will accompany them until many years later, when they stand in this garden again, in different roles and with different emotions, to reminisce about the purity and beauty of today.
However, such beautiful times are always short-lived. As the sun slowly sets, Yan Qing knows that she should return to her own country.
She said to Li Zhao, "It's getting late, I should go back."
Li Zhao nodded, his eyes filled with reluctance, "Well then, goodbye, Yan Qing."
Yan Qing A faint smile, with a hint of melancholy: "Goodbye, Li Zhao."
The figures of the two children gradually fade away in the garden, their silhouettes elongated by the setting sun. They do not know that this parting will lead to a reunion many years later.
Time flies, and years pass quickly. When Yan Qing stepped into this garden again, she was no longer the innocent little girl, but a beautiful princess filled with both beauty and national resentment.
As for Li Zhao, he was no longer the naive little boy, but a young man burdened with heavy responsibilities, about to compete with other princes for the throne.
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