At night, the Beichen Palace is as bright as day under the reflection of night pearls and lights, and the heavy colors give people an invisible sense of oppression. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The familiar scene in front of him brought out those long-lasting memories in his memory, Mo Ruqi lowered his eyes, if he didn't look at it, those emotions that surged up would not run rampant in his chest.

Entering the palace twice in one day, the mood is completely different. There is less defense and anger during the day, and more sadness and memories. In contrast, she prefers her daytime self.

As if sensing the aura of sadness emanating from her body, Yuwen Junhiko suddenly slowed down and walked side by side with her. He looked at her sideways, trying to see something, but there was nothing in his calm expression and indifferent and detached eyes, which he wanted to see.

I sighed slightly in my heart, was I wrong again? For some reason, every time I stay with her, the familiar feeling of seven years ago returns.

He asked himself countless times if God had mercy on him for the unbearable and torture he had suffered in the past seven years, so that Qing Qi'er, who died in his hands, returned to him.

Did he surround the Eight Music Workshop with great fanfare this time just to 'invite' her into the palace to heal Li Daimei's injuries?

Naturally, there is this reason, after all, his people in the king of Beichen were openly injured by people in the rivers and lakes, if he didn't take measures, what would be the face of his king of Beichen? How will you gain a foothold in the imperial court and rivers and lakes in the future?

But is it just because of this?

Maybe as a king, if he can take the Water Killing Pavilion for his own use, he will naturally be like a tiger! It's a situation he's been fighting for and he's happy to see.

However, others did not know, and he did not want to admit it, when she agreed to enter the palace with him, the surging joy and joy in her heart like a teenager betrayed him!

Yes, this is his selfishness, just to find some high-sounding and justifiable reasons for himself!

But every time I look closely, the person in front of me is very different from Qing Qi'er. He naturally knew that she was not Qing Qi'er, and Qing Qi'er died seven years ago. But the resemblance alone was enough to make him selfish.

The two of them didn't say anything all the way, only a subtle aura rippled between them. The two who were so close seven years ago are now separated by a deep and insurmountable chasm, and they only sigh that creation makes people.

"Your Majesty, which hall is the Lord of the Mo Pavilion arranged?" After entering the palace, someone in charge stepped forward to ask for instructions, obviously not paying attention, for fear that the improper arrangement would anger Long Yan.

"Gantang Palace." Yuwen Junyan didn't think about it, as if he had a plan.

The palace maid in charge was obviously stunned, but she was ordered to go down to arrange it immediately, and when she left, she also looked at Mo Ruqi deeply, and Mo Ruqi was uncomfortable with that look.

Mo Ruqi knew why the palace maid's eyes were so surprised. The Gantang Hall is the closest palace to the Qiyao Palace, and the underground secret passage leads directly to the Qiyao Palace. According to the convention, this Gantang Palace should have been owned by the princess, but who knew that it was not given to Li Daimei.

What's more, Gantang Hall belongs to the harem, how can she stay in the harem as an outsider!

These, Mo Ruqi naturally can't say, her current identity is a Jianghu cloth, and she should not understand the rules of the palace, she doesn't understand what the Gantang Palace is, and how Yuwen Junyan arranges it, she will do it.

Seeing Mo Ruqi stunned in place, Yuwen Junyan raised his eyebrows: "What, what's the matter?" ”

"Nothing." Mo Ruqi said lightly, turned around and went out with the palace maid in charge.

She thought that Yuwen Junyan surrounded Bayinfang overnight and forced her into the palace in order to treat Li Daimei's injuries. Didn't you say that the thousand-year-old ice beds were ready? But looking at Yuwen Junyan's state, it seems that there is no such arrangement, so she will end up relaxed.

Who knows, Yuwen Junyan behind him followed her all the way to Gantang Hall without saying a word.

To her surprise, the Gantang Hall was not as crowded as she imagined, and there was no one waiting in it. Even, the palace maids in charge paused at the entrance of the palace.

Only a few eunuchs arranged everything very quickly as arranged, and then withdrew respectfully. The frightened look seemed to have broken into some forbidden place.

Only Mo Ruqi and Yuwen Junyan were left in the palace of Nuoda, Yuwen Junyan seemed to be in his own dormitory, and he didn't think that Mo Ruqi was an outsider, so he leaned on the soft couch extremely relaxed, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Seems

Mo Ruqi only felt uncomfortable, and as soon as she wanted to speak, she heard Yuwen Junyan say, "I'm tired." ”

He didn't lift his eyelids, and his voice was deep.

"I'm hungry!" Seeing that he had no scruples, Mo Ruqi also said bluntly. She entered the palace twice in one day, and fought wits and courage, and worked hard, and her physical strength had long been exhausted. If she weren't a martial arts practitioner, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to survive now.

And the person in front of him must be the same.

Yuwen Junyan opened his eyes at this time, and his cold eyes faded, which made people feel some warmth.

"Come on, serve some light food!" A simple command, and someone immediately sent it. Although the emphasis is light, it is also full of dazzling and full tables.

"Let's eat together." Yuwen Junhiko sat at the table, full of wine.

He didn't hold the king's shelf, and Mo Ruqi naturally didn't care about those polite and false courtesies, so he also sat at the table generously.

Kitaly, the table is full of my favorite dishes, stir-fried bean sprouts, green vegetable porridge, soft and glutinous steamed cakes, almond bergamot, and Heyi cakes......

The two of them didn't speak, and the difference was that Mo Ruqi was really hungry, and she just buried her head in eating, I have to say that the cooks in the palace are different, and the simple dishes are made by their hands, unique and wonderful.

And Yuwen Junyan only drank by himself, and watched Mo Ruqi gobble up with fixed eyes.

She took off her guard and enjoyed the food in front of her, without the momentum and majesty of being the pavilion master, only the simplicity and purity that matched her age, very similar...... Qing Qi'er back then.

"You have a sweet tooth?" Although it is an upward tail, it is an affirmative tone.

Mo Ruqi was stunned for an instant, a mouthful of the desired cake was still in her mouth, and she hurriedly said: "I don't like it, I'm just hungry." When you're hungry, you can eat everything. ”

Since she was a child, she has loved sweets, and the sweet taste, like her mother's love, makes her feel happy. Since seven years ago, she prefers it, because only sweet can make her feel that the pain is not so bitter.

Yuwen Junyan has long known that Qing Qi'er had this preference, and now that he thinks about it, it is not a coincidence that this table of dishes that suit the taste, but Yuwen Junyan ordered someone to make it according to Qing Qi'er's taste!

And her slight relaxation aroused Yuwen Junyan's vigilance. As soon as I thought of this, I lost my appetite and put down my chopsticks. The guardedness and coldness that had finally been removed gradually floated up again.

"I still like the way you look defenseless." Yuwen Junyan was a little disappointed, and secretly regretted that he asked unconsciously.