Jiang Yi told Li Mu'er everything she saw and heard the next day. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info including the man with the folding fan after the banquet talking to Ma Cong about what kind of letters, including how they all went out drunk.

Li Muer knew that it was a letter she wrote to Qian Fu.

In the letter, Qian Fu told Ma Cong that he should not look for her, if he looked for her for a lifetime, she would hide from him for a lifetime. The words are a bit heavier, but it is better to miss each other, she still hopes that Ma Cong can understand.

It sounds like they're all living normal lives, and so is he.

Li Mu'er sat on the swing and dangled her toes, never spoke, but her eyes were slightly red. As if she had thought of something, her fingers gently stroked the jewel on her head.

The amorous teenager of yesteryear.

Like him, just like her.

story, but only the skin remains.

I can't say it anymore.

Li Mu'er looked at the sky and suddenly thought that today would be fifteen.

The weather is so hot, you have to prepare some lotus seed soup in the evening.

………………

The midsummer night was heavy with heat, Li Mu'er sat lazily under the tree, and the coolness from the trunk and the ground made her feel cooler. The moon was in the sky, the stars were shining, but her vision was obscured by the swaying leaves. The sound of insects overhead was dense like rain, and occasionally a few fireflies flew by, Li Mu'er looked directly at the shadows of the trees shaking on the ground, and her mind was empty.

It wasn't until a butterfly flew around her that Li Mu'er regained her consciousness and stretched out her hand to let the butterfly stop on the back of her hand.

"You're here."

Before the words fell, a slender figure appeared in the shadow of the tree, standing firmly on the trunk of the tree with his chest crossed.

Li Mu'er stood up, flipped her hands, and the butterfly flew away. She moves to the left, the butterfly flapps its wings to the left, she moves to the right, the butterfly flapps its wings to the right. If she has something delicious in her hand, it has to go up to the back of her hand. Its wings glowed brightly, and Li Mu'er was not as disgusted as when she first saw it, but also found it very interesting, and teased it to dance in circles.

It reminded Morn of the dance she had danced, and it was only light and graceful. But at this moment, she just moved at will, and she couldn't even call it a dance, and her body was no longer graceful, but he felt:

If the fairy is like a spirit, it will hook people's souls.

"You know I'm here, why are butterflies coming to me?" Li Mu'er stopped, and the butterfly landed on the back of her hand again. She held it up, stared at it, and asked Morn in the tree.

"Who knows if you're going to go?" Who knows if you're really going to wait for me.

"This butterfly is really interesting, how did you raise it? The red mole on my hand was planted the night you tied me, right? ”

"Hmm. How is it raised? Mo En sneered, "Heh, I don't think you should know." ”

Li Mu'er looked at this bright red mole, thought of a person, and asked curiously: "Is it only able to find me?"

"Hmm."

"You raised a lot? Is there anyone else in this world who will raise this except you? ”

"Not much. What exactly do you want to ask? Morn finally sensed something was wrong.

"That," Li Mu'er thought about it for a while, but still asked, "I've seen other people in the palace have such moles on their hands." I didn't have any idea at the time, until you found me here, and it occurred to me. You shouldn't have anything to do with her, so who planted it for her? ”

She's seen two.

One is Concubine Shao.

One is the person who assassinated her in the Inner Peacehouse.

Morn didn't know who she was talking about, "This is what my stepfather taught me, it's not difficult, and it's not strange that someone else will." However, I have heard of people in the palace who have done this. ”

"Oh? Let's hear about it. ”

"It's a matter of the previous dynasty. It is said that there was a selected show girl, who was forced by the edge of the Wan clan to live alone in an imperial garden outside the palace, and she couldn't see the emperor at all, let alone be lucky. So, she begged for this method, and on a full moon night, while the emperor was visiting the imperial garden, she sent someone to release butterflies in front of him. ”

Li Mu'er could probably guess what was going to happen next, so she said, "As soon as the butterfly was released, it led the emperor to the showgirl. The woman was already beautiful and beautiful, and she was chanting a poem of resentment. When the emperor heard this, he felt pity for the fragrance and jade, and immediately favored the woman and sealed the title, right? ”

"Probably so. It won't be known, but it's not completely unaware. How did you? ”

Li Mu'er sneered, she knew now. She also knew what poem the woman had chanted at that time:

The palace leaks and drips into the river, and the embroidered shoes are helpless and timid. once inscribed the old hatred with red leaves, causing new sorrows on the green snail. The rain is cold in autumn after the jade steps, and the wind shakes the golden lock at night. I haven't seen the king for a few years, so what is Penglainai?

This is the "Red Leaf Poem" made by Shao Guifei in the previous dynasty and the famous harem......

Oh, it turned out that she thought that the hosta flower that came out of the mud and was not stained was also wrong after all.

She didn't dare to think about it anymore, so she raised her hand to raise the butterfly and snorted at Mo En.

Mo En was still on the tree and refused to move, Li Mu'er sighed and said loudly, "Take it back." Don't bully me that I can't get up the tree. I think when I knew martial arts, I could walk on the ground with ten such trees......"

Morn tugged at the corners of his mouth, jumped down, and loaded the butterfly back into the box.

Li Mu'er turned around and bent down to pick up a bowl, held it to him and said, "Drink a bowl of lotus seed soup to cool off."

He paused in surprise for a moment before reaching out and taking a drink. Her voice seemed to be in her ears:

"Isn't it bitter? If you feel bitter, I'll put some sugar on you next time. ”

Not bitter.

How can it be bitter?

It's not bitter at all.

But he said, "Nothing to do."

Li Mu'er smiled and said: "You are the lifesaver of our mother and son, you have to pat yourself well." How's that, have you thought of a way? ”

"Do you want to go up the tree?"

"Huh?" Li Mu'er was puzzled by his sudden question, and before he could react, he was grabbed and flew up the tree.

She peeked down, the overturned bowl was still spinning, and there were two figures in the shadow of the tree, a man and a woman leaning ambiguously. Only then did he feel embarrassed, pushed his hand away, and found a comfortable position to sit upright.

With the slight rustle of the leaves in the cool breeze in her ears, Li Mu'er closed her eyes, she had indeed not felt this kind of lightness on the tall trees for a long time.

"Yingzhong."

It's been a long time since I've heard this name, and Li Mu'er was a little stunned. Then there was a sour feeling, and all kinds of things that I had heard from Jiang Yi during the day suddenly came to my heart, and those who gently called her Yingzhong disappeared from her life in such a hurry.

She held back her tears, and it took a long time before she opened her eyes to answer him: "Huh?"

Looking at her suddenly depressed expression, Mo En was a little annoyed, don't look over and say coldly: "If you are Yingzhong, then who is that female bachelor in the palace, Shen Qionglian?" (To be continued.) )