Mahogany painting, flying sorghum hanging in the air, a crisp and tender tree with spring flowers, hugging the central place, the phantom pavilion body stands upright. Not boarded, not knotted, not dead, the picture of a beautiful woman who is alive and free, like a glass cup silver table.

After the discussion, Yukun borrowed the momentum of the wind at this time and walked behind her step by step. The green robe Dai Mo, bowed his head, and called: "Queen." ”

The wind lifted the sleeves of his robe, as if the momentum specially created for him reflected his handsome and unruly appearance. Just like his name, Yukun, the universe of the sky is vast and dusty, and the air is magnificent.

Qingyuan, who was walking on the right, also made a salute, and saw that the two seemed to have something to talk about, so he made a resignation and left first.

Qingyuan is a little Taoist priest with a modest demeanor, and although he is curious about many things, he can restrain himself. He shook his head at Phantom Xi, glanced at Yu Kun casually, and then turned around and walked down another path, and began to think about the matters and information that the king had ordered when the two of them were left alone to discuss the matter......

When Qingyuan gradually moved away, the silent two people here began to turn their hearts to the topic.

Phantom Xi didn't move, and her beautiful face was full of the pride of Princess Da Chu: "This palace should thank the governor for his help." It was still in this posture, arrogantly condescending, and he didn't even glance at Yukun, "If it weren't for the governor, the king wouldn't have summoned me so soon." The king's summons represents a promise that has been settled. Even if the summons was only a very brief moment.

But what she said was already very tactful, in fact, what she wanted to say was that if it weren't for the governor, the palace would have fed tigers, leopards and jackals in the wilderness, or it would have become the governor's sword ghost.

Yes, on that day, Yukun still compromised in the end...... He agreed to take her into the palace.

In fact, Phantom Xi had arrived at the Eastern Liao Emperor's Palace with Yu Kun a few days earlier, but Rou Dai had never summoned him, let alone mentioned the ceremony of canonizing the queen.

It stands to reason that the queen's canonization should not be said much by Yu Kun, but this time, Yu Kun still mentioned that Rou Dai should not hang the new queen too much. He overstepped his authority, but the king did not say anything, as if everything was so logical.

What Yukun wants to do, Rou Dai will not refuse, or even ask. This made Phantom Xi feel a little uncomfortable, not only because of the overstepping of the authority of one of the guards......

"Minister...... Terrified. Embarrassed for a moment, Yu Kun raised his head and said, "Your Majesty......" thought about it again, and inevitably made a supplement, "The canonization of the queen is a matter of time, and Your Majesty has always known it in his heart." "This time is different from the past, Yukun has not only changed his title to Phantom, but even his posture has changed so grovelling and lowering his eyebrows, without the cold when he first met, as if he was not the same person at all.

"Needless to say, I know what the truth is. "Since ancient times, I have not heard of a king who does not want to do something that he willingly converts...... Besides, you can make him do it. Finally, the woman who was not incomparable to the spring flowers of March turned her eyes sideways, raised her long eyelashes, and looked at Yu Kun, "As long as you say a word, Your Majesty will easily promise the canonization of the day after tomorrow." ”

Yu Kun froze, his fine brows furrowed unconsciously.

Phantom Xi smiled again, retracted his gaze with some contempt, and still cast a good faction in front of him, full of vitality: "But the palace still reminds the governor of a word." The blue bird chirped, and the tone of the nine songs and eighteen rings was soft and rippling in the ears, "What should not be left will be eliminated sooner or later, and the extreme pain that is eliminated is infinite...... Including some feelings that should not be there. She raised her neck slightly, and her smug gesture with her eyebrows fluttering was finally covered by the frost on her face.

Silent for a long time.

She is confident, confident in her looks, but if she is a man, then there is no unmoved, no ...... Absolutely not!

The wind through the hall floats in a roundabout way, and the skirt that blows is bubbling and fluttering.

I didn't see the man beside him, who was always standing humbly and ethereal, with a complex mood of forbearance, grievance, helplessness, inhibition, and pressing, etc., all kinds of entanglements mixed together. Eventually, it stagnated in the depths of the tightly furrowed brows, so rich that it could not be dissolved.