Xiaoyan Literature

Time became slow because of waiting, Ping'er and Shangguan Tianjue and others went out for several hours, but there was still no news coming, at this time King Fu was already anxious like ants on a hot pot, so Su Su returned to the palace more than an hour ago, she said that Tianjue and others went to Lengcui'an, then Sha Boliu was really hiding there, and King Fu was a little more comfortable after getting this news, but since then there has been no news coming, how can he not be in a hurry?

King Fu walked out of the Yin'an Palace, walking aimlessly with his hands behind his back, but when he walked and looked up, he found that he had come to the door of the Funing Palace, and he hadn't come here for more than a day to see Wanruo and Qianxue, and he felt more or less missing something, just now Zi Ping'er hasn't yet, go in and see their mother and daughter by himself, but he has to calm his mind, and he can't let Wanruo see anything, so Murong Yichuan walked into the Funing Palace, and the breeze passed, The leaves of several sycamore trees in the courtyard of the Funing Hall are singing in the wind, like a lingering autumn song. ^/Very literary/^ With the sound of the wind blowing the leaves singing, the melodious sound of the piano came from the room, the sound of the piano was sometimes wild, sometimes soothing, sometimes rough, sometimes delicate, sometimes like the wind blowing yellow sand all over the sky, sometimes like a warm wind sweeping the snow lotus. Murong Yichuan has heard a lot of tunes, but he has never heard the tunes that are ringing in his ears at this moment, let's wait for the tune to stop Murong Yichuan pulled his thoughts back, and slowly came to the door, several maids saw that the ceremony was over, and they all retreated, Murong Yichuan gently opened the door of the room, and saw that there was no one in the outhouse, he walked directly to the inner room, the door of the inner room was hidden, and it opened as soon as he touched it, and when he opened the door, he saw ten thousand people in white gauze skirts sitting in front of the piano, his slender fingers on the flexible lotus silk qin, and his long hair was not combed, Lying on her back casually, Xiao Qianxue ran around on the ground holding a Buddha's hand, this qiē was so warm, Murong Yichuan's heart was melted in an instant.

"Father." Xue'er saw her father walking in at a glance, and hurriedly ran over, and the Buddha's hand in her hand was thrown on the ground, stretching out her two little hands to ask Yi Chuan to hug her, "My baby, I miss my father." Murong Yichuan hurriedly picked up his daughter and kissed her pink face several times, "Why are you free?" I thought our mother and daughter had been beaten into the cold by you. As if turning around with a cold face, although her tone sounded a little stiff, but with a hint of coquettishness, a pair of cold eyes flowed with love, although it was only more than a day without seeing each other, but her heart was thinking all the time.

Murong Yichuan heard as if he was dissatisfied with himself, with a hint on his face, so he hurriedly put his daughter down gently, walked quickly to the front, pulled her up from the chair and took her into his arms, and kissed the corner of her lips domineeringly, his kiss was still so wild, domineering, and hot, although they were familiar with each other, such as holding their right hand in their left hand, but his passion for her never retreated, every kiss was so serious, so deep, as if she was a little dizzy by his deep kiss, she couldn't help but respond to it, and the two of them were like no one around, Kissing each other in a fit of oblivion, sweat drops were seen on each other's foreheads, Murong Yichuan's hand unconsciously began to wander freely on Wanruo's body, through the layer of sand-shaped dress, touching the snow muscles, every inch was crystal clear, silky and silky.

"No, what are you doing in front of your daughter." She didn't want him to ask for it, but she felt that she didn't feel good like this now, "Didn't you miss me?" Murong Yichuan's hand was still moving on Wanruo's body, gently pinching her softness, his mouth was full of ambiguity in her ear, Wanruo's face was slightly flushed, his eyes were lowered, and he whispered softly, "Who said that I miss you, you are less self-inflicted, it is your baby county lord who misses you." As if he had said that, his face slowly raised, just opposite Murong Yichuan's eyes, and the two looked at each other speechlessly.

"Why haven't I heard the song you just played?" Murong Yichuan's eyes swept over the lotus silk qin, and he said to Wanru with a serious face.

It shrugged his shoulders slightly and said lightly; "This is the tune I just learned, not from our Central Plains, but I found it in your book on Loulan culture, this tune is called "Desert City", I just learned it, and the playing is still a little rusty."

As soon as she heard the word Loulan, Murong Yichuan's expression immediately became nervous, and her hand involuntarily grabbed the softness, and she grinned, "Yichuan, why are you ** me?" It was like a fierce resistance.

"I don't like this tune, don't play it in the future?" Murong Yichuan's face became gloomy in an instant, and his tone revealed a hint of coldness and hardness, with his usual domineering command and likeness.

It was as if he saw Murong Yichuan's great reaction to this song about Loulan, and he was very puzzled, "Isn't it just a song, you can use it like this, if you don't like it, then I won't let you hear it in the future, it's really faster than someone else's book." It was as if he was saying that his mouth pursed slightly, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Murong Yichuan sighed deeply, he didn't know if he had recovered his memory, so he didn't want her to know the relationship between her and Loulan Kingdom, "If you also know the origin of our Taizheng and Loulan, although now our Taizheng and Loulan have just started trade relations, it doesn't mean that the two countries are really friendly and helpful, after all, the world of our Murong family is taken from their Loulan Zhao family, you know Loulan Wen has already made many people guess your identity, I don't want our palace and Loulan to have anything to do with it, Do you know that Emperor Taizu left a rule for the descendants of our Murong royal family, all people from the Murong royal family must not intermarry with the Loulan Zhao family or even the Loulan people, and if there is a violation, they can be expelled. "Murong Yichuan told Wan Ruo about this matter seriously, Wan Ruo's face changed at that time, she didn't expect things to be so strict, if her identity as Princess Loulan was exposed, then Xing and Murong Yichuan's fate would be over, she didn't want to involve him, let alone be separated from him, so she had to work together with him, since he didn't say that he knew how much about his identity, then he didn't say it himself, don't pierce this layer of window paper." Ichuan, I see what you mean, but I think of a person, and we must get rid of her, because that person knows too much about me, although I don't remember the past, I don't know how much that person knows about me, but I feel uneasy to keep her. As if saying with a stern face, Murong Yichuan's heart tightened when he heard this, and he hurriedly asked who that person was? He thought that the people in this world who knew the most secrets should be Concubine Chen and Zhongli Wenjun.

"Of course it's Concubine Song Yunsleeve, I remember that you told me before that I went to touch the lotus silk qin that day, and she recommended it to the emperor, and I knew that Lou Lanwen was also revealed by him to the emperor, and she actually did not hesitate to betray her relationship with me in order to get favored, I hate her, although Yi Chuan is hiding from me, I also know that some time ago, you let Tianjue leave Beijing to investigate my life experience, I know that the person named Sha Boliu has been looking for Ning Yulian, I am her daughter, right?" It seems that although the clouds are light and the wind is light, the eyebrows are slightly raised, and there is a trace of coldness and murder in the soft and pure eyes. It seems that she has remembered the previous events, including that she once revealed to Concubine Chen that she was not Dongfang Mu's biological daughter, although she did not directly say that she was the daughter left by King Zhao Chong in the Central Plains twenty years ago, but in short, the other party is a person who knows a lot of her secrets, in order not to cause trouble, but also because of the resentment in her heart, she had to be ruthless. There is another person in this world who knows all his secrets, and he is Zhongli Wenjun, she is the only one who will not betray him, because he loves him deeply.

Murong Yichuan pondered for a while, and felt that Wanruo's words were indeed reasonable, that Concubine Chen really couldn't stay, "Don't worry, I will do my best to make that slut disappear from the world." His tone was very firm, there was a hint of cruelty and coldness between his eyebrows, although his face was cold, but his hands were still very gentle, gently stroking his long hair, and hugging her tightly.