Tilt Dye turned to the other side, "I should help Shizi find the real worry-free." ”

Yizhen looked at her with a strange expression, "The eldest sister-in-law figured it out for so long a day, is this?" Looking at the back of the dumping dye, Yizhen twisted the handkerchief in her hand and thought angrily, "The dumping dyeing is so focused on her brother that it is difficult to say that she is her own person."

And even if she is said to use her for her own use, how useful is a woman who only knows how to indulge in her own love! Could it be that the message left by Gongzi He Zhou, the person I threatened is not a person who is dyed at all. But the other, in this royal palace, has great power. Someone who can play a role in helping me gain great recognition in the eyes of my mother. She let out a long sigh, "Why does this Hezhou want to leave this suspense?" Thinking of this, she was so angry that she threw the bag in her hand to the ground, stepped on it a few times, and then walked forward without looking back. The little maid who was with her had the heart to turn around to pick up the bag, and when she saw her walking fast, she had to give up and hurry up to catch up.

After walking some distance, Yizhen suddenly stopped, without looking back, and said to the little maid, "You go back and pick up the bag and keep it for me." ”

When the little maid ran back to collect the tips, she turned in another direction, which was the direction where the king had placed the singer. It has been a long time since Yizhen heard those moving and tactful songs, and they never sounded during the day, and they would always be in the dead of night, and the fluttering singing would not only be men, but also women, and they would be intoxicated by them. However, the person she sent out to inquire came back and said that it was not sung by the singer, and that in such a short period of time, it seemed that the ambition of the king of Gao to make a despicable woman proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting was really inflated.

She thought about it, she was filled with these disappointments tonight, she was destined to be sleepless, and she should go find something lively to see. The voice of the little maid panting and catching up behind her was already ringing, and she kept commanding, "Go back and get some small things that are convenient for rewarding." Maybe I'll hit it off with that beautiful woman. There are only a few people mentioned in the wonderful notes of the son of Hezhou, there must be one, and there must be one person who can be used by me. ”

The little maid signaled to her that everything was ready.

Yizhen nodded in satisfaction.

As soon as they walked to the porch of the long house, they heard a string of songs like pearls and jade, wandering excitedly, refreshing people's hearts, in the dead of night, so attentive to listening, like the sound of fairy songs, Yi Zhen was just about to praise from the bottom of her heart, when she suddenly heard another voice that imitated this tone, but never had its charm, the same tune, the same words, the two compared, but the high and low were immediately unpleasant. Yi Zhen thought that the news brought back by her maid was really accurate. This woman should have an uneven voice, which seems to be the first time in her life that she feels sorry for the shortcomings of others.

The door in front of her suddenly squeaked to open the door, and Yizhen couldn't dodge and was looked at by the woman who came out inside. The woman, although she looked average, had a lot of eyesight, and only in a moment, and through these hazy mist, she had already looked at Yizhen's clothes and dresses intact. knew that he must be a person in the position of the master, and his heart was already vaguely located on the lord of Yizhen.

Seeing that she had already guessed that her identity was extraordinary, she respectfully saluted herself, and raised her hand to let her get up, and moved her eyes behind the female teacher.

No one was in sight.

Yizhen lowered her head and thought for a while, then asked the female musician, "Can I go in and see her!"

Although the female musician knew that she was noble, she didn't know her identity yet, and she was a little hesitant for a while.

The servant behind Yi Zhen said coldly, "What a slave with no eyesight, in this palace, where does our county lord want to go, and where do you want to ask what you mean?"

When the musician heard the word county lord, he already knew that it must be the county lord of Yizhen, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly knelt on the ground and pleaded guilty, "The slave has eyes and no beads, and the crime deserves death." ”

Yizhen didn't say anything, and walked directly inside.

The hall was empty, except for a few musical instruments. I just listened to the sound, people should be practicing here, at this time, it became an empty room, I should have heard the sound outside and avoided the inner room, and the female musician had to call the girl's name, "Miss Changle." Miss Changle, come out and meet ......"

A figure flashed in the direction of the inner room, and a girl dressed in purple had just shown her face, and she tripped over the skirt under her feet and fell straight out of the inner room.

Yi Zhen felt that this girl's stupidity was really worthy of the singing voice just now. I didn't plan to look at her anymore, so I wanted to get up and leave. But the woman just got up from the ground, and even stumbled to give her a blessing, Yizhen lazily raised her hand, thinking in her heart that it was really not worth it to be scared by such a bulky figure. Then he met the eyes of the woman named Changle. The facial features in the eyes are beautiful and refined, and when the eyes are lowered, the rhyme of the lotus is gently dragged by the wind, and the words "worry-free!" can't help but float out of the mouth. It wasn't until she sat back in her chair that Yizhen reacted! The woman she saw in front of her was not carefree. Carefree is gone, and I don't know where to go. His brother is dying.

The woman in front of him, King Gao asked someone to name her Changle, which means that he wanted her to replace worry-free, and originally thought that the kind of resemblance they were talking about was just a little bit of it. I never thought that this woman's appearance had reached the level where it could be fake.

Yizhen steadied the surprise in her heart, pointed to the chair opposite with her hand, and told her to sit down. The woman was a little stupid, and as soon as she heard about it, she really wanted to sit down. The female musician on the side gave her several colors, and her eyes were about to be out of the frame before she saw it, and she understood the meaning of the look for a long time, and then she thought that she shouldn't do it, so she got up stupidly and stood in front of Yizhen with her head bowed very restrained.

Yizhen didn't care whether this woman was afraid of her intently observing, but blindly and seriously walked up and down every detail of her body with her eyes, and she couldn't imagine that there were such similar faces in this world, whether it was eyebrows, eyes or lip shapes, they were all similar to the slightest. There is only one pity, in that pair of eyes, what flashes is not the smart light, but the timidity and shallowness that are a little overwhelmed.

If it weren't for these stupidities that can be seen at a glance, she would simply be carefree herself.

Yizhen felt like this, looked up at her, her neck was a little sore, and pointed to the chair in front of her again, she remembered the look of the musician before, and refused to sit down no matter what. The musician on the side could see that Lord Yizhen meant that Changle had to sit down this time, and hurriedly stared at Changle silently.

But on the contrary, this Changle was looked at by Yizhen's undulating gaze and didn't even dare to raise his head. I can't see the eyes of the female musician.

Yizhen waved her hand to send the musician out, and at the same time asked the little maid who was following her to go out and keep an eye on the musician, so as not to report to King Gao again.