A few days ago, news came from Zhonghou Guo's eyeliner, because he suffered a double blow, but the forty-year-old Zhonghou Emperor was too worried, and his body was not as good as before, sometimes good and sometimes bad, and he needed to be nourished with medicine. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Therefore, he should seize this opportunity and go to the Zhonghou Palace to "visit the sick".

Yuwen Junyan's lips showed a mysterious smile.

On the tenth day of the first month of the tenth year of the Hongzhi reign of Beichen, it will be spring in less than half a month, the snow will gradually melt, and the sun will rarely shine. However, the weather is still cold.

The lofty pavilion of the palace is towering, the floor is raised, the face of the palace is embraced, the road is lingering, the green pine is whisked by the eaves, and the jade fence is around.

Emperor Zhonghou's birthday banquet is still set in Zhengyang Palace, the scene is so big, even Yuwen Junyan has never seen the grandeur, not to mention the dark dust.

The red carpet on the ground is spread from the palace gate to the main hall of Zhengyang Palace, more than a few miles, the whole Zhonghou Palace is decorated with red satin and lanterns, it looks festive and extraordinary, hundreds of court musicians are waiting in the side hall, just waiting to present a beautiful birthday song and dance to the Zhonghou Emperor.

It's just that no matter how magnificent the occasion is, no matter how red the color is, it can't hide the declining national strength under this red silk.

Yuwen Junyan passed the review and proofreading with the dark dust, and finally entered the palace. Seeing Yuwen Junyan's signal, Dark Dust took advantage of the lack of attention and turned to walk towards the depths of the garden.

The lively Zhengyang Palace, all those who should be present to celebrate the birthday are all here, overcrowded, a group of princes and grandsons and ministers are sitting in an orderly manner, among which there are so many familiar faces, everyone has a hypocritical smile on their faces.

Because of Yuwen Junyan's special identity and uninvited, the moment he entered the main hall, the huge Zhengyang Palace suddenly became silent.

Yuwen Junyan didn't realize it, and casually found an empty seat to sit down.

As soon as he sat down, he saw a small figure walking towards him quickly, that flexible movement and her favorite goose yellow dress, Yuwen Junyan didn't look at it and knew that the person who came was his closest cousin - Yuwen Muling.

"Brother Jun, I didn't expect you to come today, but I miss me, I haven't seen you for a long time." Yuwen Muling was used to being willful, and as soon as he approached, he hugged Yuwen Junyan's arm and said affectionately, regardless of the presence of all the kings and grandsons.

Everyone had long been accustomed to Yuwen Muling's personality, and no one noticed it and continued their own business.

Yuwen Junyan had a rare smile on his face, and said apologetically with an apologetic look in his eyes: "The government affairs of the feudal country are busy, and the distance is far away, so I don't have time to see you, Mu Ling is not strange." ”

Who knew that Yuwen Muling pouted and said: "It's all my father's fault, it was useless for me to beg him back then, I had to give you the feudal kingdom and let you go to the feudal country." It would be nice if you stayed in the Zhonghou Kingdom! ”

As she spoke, Yuwen Muling's little girl turned red.

Seeing this, Yuwen Junyan's heart suddenly rose a sourness, everyone regarded Mu Ling as a child, and didn't let her know about the changes in the harem of the previous dynasty, so she didn't know about the palace changes back then, thinking that her father's throne was really inherited by Emperor Shunli.

If Mu Ling knew that in fact, a long time ago, her loving father in her eyes was the murderer of her brother, how should she accept it?

And if she knew that he had come all the way today not to congratulate her father on his birthday, but for another purpose, would she forgive him?

"Brother Jun, what are you thinking?" Yuwen Muling's little hand shook a few times in front of his eyes, and he said with a puzzled expression.

Yuwen Junyan came back to his senses, smiled, looked Yuwen Muling up and down, and said, "Brother Jun is thinking, I haven't seen you for so long, you have grown into a slim girl, and you can get married." ”

Compared with the appearance of the last time we met, Yuwen Muling has lost the childishness and liveliness of a child, and has a little more beauty and playfulness unique to women. The goose yellow dress made her skin like clotted fat and uneven.

By Yuwen Junyan's words, Yuwen Muling smiled shyly, and blushed rarely.

"What's the matter, I was really told by Brother Jun, and our little princess also has a sweetheart?" Yuwen Junhiko quipped in surprise.

Yuwen Muling's face turned even redder, and he lowered his head and muttered, "Oh, Brother Jun, you'll find out later." I'll go out first and see if my father is here! ”

As he spoke, Yuwen Muling ran away quickly, and disappeared as soon as he slipped through the smoke.

Yuwen Junyan smiled indulgently and withdrew his gaze, but saw the position closest to the dragon chair, and cast a cold gaze.

Yuwen Junyan followed the line of sight, but saw a silver-robed boy looking at him with a smile, the silver brocade robe, against the background of the candlelight, against the bamboo leaves embroidered with silver silk, who is not Yuwen Tongyi.

For two years, he was still a gentle scholar, but there was some cyan stubble on his white face.

Zhonghou Kingdom has been in turmoil for two years, and Emperor Zhonghou's health has deteriorated, but I am afraid that he and Yuwen Hansu will not have a good time as princes.

Yuwen Junyan evoked a faint smile, raised the wine glass in his hand at him from afar, and did it first as a respect.

Yuwen Tongyi unexpectedly drank this glass of wine without appreciating his face, and he didn't even hold up the wine glass.

At this moment, with a shrill voice, Emperor Zhong Hou slowly walked in. The unhappiness of the past two years has made the emperor, who has just reached forty, lose his former vigor, and his steps have become slow and heavy.

Speaking of which, he is only a dozen years older than Yuwen Junhiko.

After the routine visit, Emperor Zhonghou's eyes were attracted by Yuwen Junhiko. He looked at him from afar, his eyes full of mixed emotions, questioning, helpless, worried, and powerful threats and warnings, as if he could see that something was not good.

Yuwen Junyan didn't take it to heart, and drank by himself, but found that Yuwen Muling, who had just said that he had gone out to find his father, did not come in with Emperor Zhonghou.

"King Beichen, after all, you are a feudal king, and you are a member of my royal family, why are you sitting in such a remote position? Come, sit here. Emperor Zhonghou opened his mouth and said to Yuwen Junyan from a distance.

As he spoke, he asked people to add a seat next to the dragon chair and the place where the two princes got started, and did not forget to teach the minister in charge of etiquette, and said, "How did you arrange it?" ”

The minister of ceremonies was confused, for so many years, the emperor had never cared about the order of King Beichen, and even if it was arranged, it was under the minister's hands.

But the holy will is unpredictable, so it is better to be careful. Thinking about it, he immediately got up and arranged for someone to prepare tables and chairs in person.

Yuwen Junyan was also flattered, but he didn't shirk it, and sat quietly in the position of the middle waiting emperor, thinking about where Yuwen Muling went. (To be continued.) )