According to the previous process, the royal banquet will be a boat tour of Xuanwu Lake in Beiyuan and a view of Zhoushan, as the end of the spring banquet.

The ministers were in the beautiful mountains and rivers, filling in the lyrics, and then, accompanied by the gentle spring breeze, along the water, scattered away from the royal palace one by one.

In fact, visiting Xuanwu Lake to view Zhoushan was originally the mention of Han Xizai, the head of the household, aiming to borrow "water can carry boats, and can also overturn boats"

The reason is to warn these people of the current dynasty to be honest and honest.

But he never thought that in the end, he was only regarded as a landscape for pleasure by these dignitaries and nobles.

Today, Li Jing's wine taste, gradually tired, no longer interested in poetry on the cruise ship, after a few words of hasty confession on the shore of Xuanwu Lake, the father-in-law sent a step, accompanied by the queen and got off the sedan chair together.

The father-in-law said loudly: "Get up-drive-"

The official robes of the ministers overturned like a boat, and shouted in unison: "The ministers respectfully send the holy car, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live——, queen thousand years old, thousand years old, thousand years old——"

The golden and luxurious color gradually dissipated in the voice, and Hu Qingchen got up with everyone, and was arranged by Mo Sheng to board the ship in an orderly manner.

Because Zhou Zong was entrusted by the emperor's order, he cared for Leng Yueping and did not dare to slack off, and he forgot about the light dust behind him for a while.

Fearing that the pipa would be damaged, the light dust slowly moved towards the edge of the flow of people, quietly breaking away from the hustle and bustle.

She stood on the shore of the lake, looking at Mo Sheng from afar, looking at his appearance of giving orders, a trace of alienation arose in her heart, and she held the pipa in her arms, and unconsciously tightened it again.

"Are you cold?"

The familiar voice rings in the ears, short words, no flowery rhetoric, but it makes people feel warm.

Xun Qingchen looked back at Murong Qian, nodded slightly, and shook his head again.

Murong Qian stared at Hun Qingchen's peach blossom face, and smiled faintly: "It seems that your illness has been cured 1 Hun Qingchen remembered the unpleasantness of the past, and thought of today's events, and unconsciously lowered his head: "Murong Qian, today's things, thank you 1" Thank me? Murong raised his sword eyebrows lightly, "Don't you think this is ...... My conspiracy again? Hun Qingchen stared at Murong Qian, and the water cut into the autumn pupils of the dissolved spring: "Murong Qian, I believe that the sound of the qin will not deceive people.1 Murong Qian's heart was soft and happy, and he gradually smiled on his face, and sincerely invited: "I don't know if I can invite Miss Qingchen to swim in the lake together!" He bowed and gave way, revealing a small boat not far away. Hu Qingchen hesitated slightly, turned his head to look at the gorgeous pleasure boat painted with gold and color behind Mo Sheng, and then looked at the leaf boat floating on Murong Qian's side, and nodded gently. Murong Qian shook the oar, shaking the blue waves one by one, and slowly advanced along the spring water of the river in the direction of Zhoushan. "Do you really like this lute very much?" Murong Qian withdrew his gaze from the spring scene and cast it on the pipa beside Hun Qingchen. "Burnt groove pipa, the only one in the world!" Hun Qingchen's fingertips touched the texture of the paulownia wood and muttered, "People who practice art have no reason not to like it." Murong Qian stopped the oars, his peach blossom eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he looked at the pipa in a daze: "If you know the blood stained by this pipa, you may not like it so much!" "Blood?" Xun Qingchen lowered his eyes and looked at the ice silk strings on his face, "Today's saint is a person who likes music and rhythm, and he cherishes this pipa so much, he is reluctant to let it stain dust, how can he let it be stained with blood?" "The heart of the king is unpredictable, and the heart of the person is fickle!" Murong Qian snorted lightly, "Do you know, that ...... It's my mother's blood! "Your mother?" Xun Qingchen raised his head and looked at Murong Qian suspiciously, "Queen Zhong? "That's King Yan's mother!" Murong Qian shook his head, stared at Hun Qingchen, and said word by word, "My mother, called Murong Poppy, poppy's poppy 1" Murong Poppy? ”