Murong Huang was sent to the official singing and dancing workshop as a slave, Han Moyu took a moment and sneaked out of the Han Mansion, the once glorious and noble prince now became sick, his face was pale, and the fire-like warm and flamboyant aura on his body had been annihilated with the wind. One can imagine how he was treated when he was in the violent room.

Murong Huang stood on the stage, delicate and weak, as beautiful as a white lotus flower that had just bloomed. He wore a light make-up, his face was as calm as a pool of water, and he was dressed in a white shirt, the sleeves of which fluttered like a water dragon as he danced, flipped up and down around him.

Han Moyu looked at it very attentively. She had never seen such a beautiful young man, as beautiful as a piece of jade, like a blooming peach blossom. She looked at the young man's delicate and twisting waist, and felt that it was as charming as a woman.

Han Moyu just stood quietly and watched until Murong Huang finished dancing and stopped, and then walked up.

Murong Huang turned his head and saw Han Moyu, a miserable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he continued to dance. While dancing, he sang a song. His voice is very special, on such an empty stage, it seems to be an endless plain, and the singing is very far, and it is also very long. biqugecom/0/46/Han Moyu heard something complicated from his singing, something worrying, and her thoughts seemed to drift farther and farther away with the song.

"Stop, stop singing!" Finally, Han Moyu still couldn't stop shouting. Her eyes were already filled with tears. Murong Huang stopped, looked at Han Moyu, smiled slightly, and said, "Do you think I'm charming?"

Han Moyu didn't know why anger surged from her heart, she stepped forward and slapped Murong Huang, and said, "You are sober! Sadness doesn't have any effect! Do you want to indulge yourself like this?!"

Murong Huang restrained his smile, looked at Han Moyu, and said slowly, "That's right, I know." But what else can I do? I am the prince of a country, and my country is ruined, and I am reduced to the plaything of the enemy's crotch, and even to the Kabuki. What else can I do?!" He was a little excited, pointed in the direction of the imperial city, and said, "Why did he let me dress up as a woman to learn singing and dancing?

"Don't look like this!" Han Moyu stretched out his hand, hugged Murong Huang gently, and said, "Don't look like this, okay? The suffering that God has given you is not to make you fall, but to hone your will...... Everything will be fine...... I believe that as long as you endure and wait for the most difficult time, everything will be fine...... The emperor's favor with you will definitely cause dissatisfaction among the courtiers, and when the time comes, you will have a chance to get out......"

Murong Huang suddenly knelt down, and at first, his voice was very low, as if he was deliberately suppressed, but later, he couldn't stop getting louder and louder. After crying, Murong Huang sobered up a lot, "Thank you, Moyu." ”

Han Moyu saw that Murong Huang's bare arms were full of scars. She couldn't bear it a little and said, "They actually beat you like this?"

"It's all right, it's just some flesh wounds. I'll be fine soon. Murong Huang said with a smile. "I'll bring you gold sore medicine another day, be careful not to get infected. Murong Huang smiled at her and said, "It's okay." I've been medicated. It's all the medicine sent by the emperor, and it's very expensive. I don't feel sorry for myself anymore about my situation. You're happy, okay?"

"And what about this bag on your head, what's going on?" Han Moyu asked.

"It's okay, the other day I was on the street and someone threw a stone. Murong Huang smiled, "It's just some gangsters." I think it's funny in women's clothes. ”

The prince who was once a noble prince above 10,000 people under one person is now being bullied and insulted like this. However, the fragility in his body was gone, replaced by perseverance, and the noble aura that emanated from him made him look a lot more arrogant. It seems that he is still the prince above ten thousand people. Han Moyu looked at Murong Huang blankly, full of emotion.

"What are you thinking?" asked Murong Huang.

"Nothing. Han Moyu lowered his head and stopped looking at Murong Huang.

"Moyu, I know you're kind. You're taking pity on me. Murong Huang suddenly asked, "Can you help me?"

"I—how can I help you?" asked Han Mo, puzzled.

"I am the dignified prince of Yan Kingdom, but I have been abused like this. I was forced to serve the emperor, and I was forced to serve as a kabuki for the amusement of others. I can't get out of here, I can't do anything, but you can. Murong Huang said, "I just don't want to be reduced to the point of serving others anymore! ”

Murong Huang continued, "It's actually very simple, not difficult at all. You release the news of my house arrest, so that the people of the entire Chang'an City know that I, a prince of Yan Kingdom, am now the lowest slave, and I have to be favored by the emperor. Only when the truth spreads out, and it spreads more and more widely, this kind of thing will definitely become the talk of the streets. The emperor will not ignore public opinion. Only in this way can the emperor let me go. ”

Han Mo said: "Okay, I'll help you with this." ”

"There are yellow birds in the north, and they are unparalleled. One female and one male, both flew into the Purple Palace. Murong Huang said, a breath of moisture welled up in his eyes, "Let everyone sing this ballad." ”

She went out of the workshop, found a few children, gave them candy to eat, and then taught them to sing: "There are yellow birds in the north, and they are incomparable." One female and one male, both flew into the Purple Palace. "Children are smart and learn very quickly. Han Moyu looked at the children who were singing songs and leaving, and felt a little uneasy. She didn't know what would happen when the people of the Imperial City were singing this ballad?

After a few days, the ballad had spread all over the streets. Many smart people quickly understood what the truth meant from the moral of the ballad. Everyone knows that the song is about the prince who was destroyed and his sister. Soon, the uninformed people began to know these inside stories, and they expressed surprise and thought it was ridiculous. After dinner, everyone had one more thing to talk about. Everywhere you go, there will be people talking about it.

And Han Moyu is also more diligent. often hides in the dark and goes to see his father teach Han Changyu to practice swords. She also wants to become stronger, to become like her father with great strength and power, and like her mother, full of wisdom and strategy. Only when she is strong can she protect herself and others.

Since the small white fluff at her ankle last year, her legs and feet are completely healed and she can even walk like a fly. Now, she secretly learns martial arts every day, and then finds a secluded place to practice by herself, her body is lighter and stronger, and she is no longer the weak and unrestrained she used to be.