The water ripples on Kunming Lake, the willows on both sides of the river are still in the water, the slender and slender posture is quietly reflected in the water, there are a few yellow orioles singing worry-free on the willow branches, and the willows are new and echo with a few blooming peach blossoms not far away. Peach and willow green, picturesque spring, as if nature will not live up to this beautiful scenery and good wind, although there are a few melancholy things buried in her heart, but she still came to the lakeside alone to enjoy the scenery and relax. It is as if the pearl and emerald on the head are removed, but the delicate and soft willow silk is wrapped around the hair, and a few fine willow silk are folded into a green ribbon across the waist, the red clothes are like fire, and the tender willows are like jade, which is really exquisite.

It's like squatting quietly on the shore of the lake with a slightly thicker willow branch on the ground to write and draw, "jasper makeup is a tree high, ten thousand hanging down green silk, I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors" while writing and groaning, but also comfortable,

Murong Yichuan stood silently behind Wanruo and looked at Wanruo stupidly, but in fact, he pretended to ignore it as if he knew that the other party was behind him.

Today is Ximen Ruoxuan's sacrifice day, Murong Yichuan, who has always been diligent in government, hastily coped with the early dynasty and took Ximen Ruoxuan's stepdaughter Princess Purification out of the palace to pay tribute, and it took more than two hours to come back, every year today seems to feel sad, she can't forget that when she first married Murong Yichuan, he took herself to kneel in front of Ximen Ruoxuan's grave, and told Ximen Ruoxuan her infatuation without any scruples. As if he hoped that he would be ordinary in Murong Yichuan's file today, but he remembered it every year and today.

Seeing that Murong Yichuan had been refusing to pay attention to herself, Murong Yichuan simply leaned over and snatched the willow branch from her hand, and took her whole person into her arms, "I offended you again, I was treated so slowly by you," Facing the man's knowingly question, the soft waves in his eyes suddenly turned into frost, "You knowingly asked,"

Murong Yichuan naturally understood, and patted Wanruo's face with a light smile, "You are dressed like this, but you are disappointed by the expression in your eyes, women are the ones who please themselves, and you have carefully dressed up to show me but are so cold to me." ”

It was as if he broke free from the man's arms and looked at him coldly, and said lightly You are less amorous, you have your own Xuanxuan, why bother with me.

For the jealousy Murong Yichuan just pursed his lips and chuckled, reached out and pinched her nose, and said dotingly, you also eat the vinegar of the dead, and the tears are not tired, I have been in love with her for many years, and it is normal for people to go to the memorial service on the sacrifice day, and besides, I naturally want to take her to see my mother just after the purification, but your jealousy means that you care too much about me, so very good.

Although what Murong Yichuan said was reasonable, Ran Wanwan still turned his back coldly, "An old person is not enough, and two new people will come in ten days, and I will have to eat if I am jealous." In the insistence of the Empress Dowager Xiao and Murong Yichuan's thoughts, I finally felt that the daughter of the two heroes was welcomed into the palace, and the daughter of the Cao family was named the five-grade Jieyu according to the meritorious service made by her father, and the daughter of Pan Li was the six-grade noble. As if she knew that she couldn't stop it, and she couldn't compete with Empress Dowager Xiao, she had no choice but to acquiesce, because she had been inseparable from Murong Yichuan for the past few days.

Murong Yichuan frowned helplessly, and walked in front of Wanruo, the chief soldier of Bishui Pass, Zhao Chengcheng, is already old, and he has been on three ways to tell the old man to return to his hometown, but I have always been without a suitable successor, after some discussion with the prime ministers and the understanding of Cao Wenbin, I decided to let him go to guard the Bishui Pass, I can only faithfully guard the pass if Cao Wenbin's daughter should be in the palace as a hostage, this Bishui Pass is an important place for soldiers, and my throne is not completely secure, I can't be convinced of anyone who holds military power, If I only welcome the Cao family into the palace, it will cause suspicion, and only by bringing the Pan family into the palace can everyone have nothing to say, and Cao Wenbin can be so unsuspecting that he will be at ease for the sake of his daughter's wealth. I just gave them a name, and it would be unfortunate for them to be properly promoted, just to raise two canaries in the palace, not just spend tens of thousands of silver. If you were the most knowledgeable, I think you would understand my frustration, and you should not be foolish about it.

After listening to Murong Yichuan's words, he only felt a chill in his heart, not only sad for his gaffe to have no concubine in the sixth palace, but also because he showed his ruthlessness for his own selfishness.

For a long time, as if she didn't know how to speak, her hands clenched into fists, and slowly she raised her eyes just in time to meet the man's still soft but sharp gaze, "You actually sacrificed the lives of two young girls for personal gain. The loneliness of the deep palace is not something that some false names can fill, the so-called Nagato has no grooming, why bother with pearls to comfort the lonely. “

For a moment, there seemed to be a deep fear, if he only had a chess piece left in his own value, would he give up mercilessly for his selfish desires, in the past, he loved Ximen Ruoxuan like his life, but in order to seek power, in order to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, he did not hesitate to kill the Ximen family.

Because of fear, there was a little cold sweat on his forehead, "It's only been March, the weather is good, why are you sweating?" ”

Murong Yichuan stretched out his hand and gently sweated away for the sake of the two of them, and Murong Yichuan wanted to change the topic for the sake of the two of them being unhappy for the side concubine, but suddenly remembered something, and his face instantly turned a little gloomy, "Ruoruo, I want to ask you, what do you think of Shangguan Tianjue?" ”

was stunned by such a sudden question, "Why do you ask me like this, do you suspect that he is unfaithful to you?" ”

Murong Yichuan saw a flash of cold light in his eyes, and then continued to say calmly I doubt that no one will doubt him, I just want to know what your impression of this person is.

The day before yesterday, Chuxia's words in front of Murong Yichuan still made him linger, "I don't want to evaluate the specificity of Tianjue, his temperament is as restrained as yours, but he is less interesting, but he is chivalrous." There was no flaw in Wanruo's words, Murong Yichuan carefully observed the expression of Wanruo when talking about Tianjue, and saw that there was a slight tenderness in her eyes, and there was a little unhappiness in her heart, "I only knew that he was loyal to me before, but he was also the same for you, no wonder I didn't see the red lotus this time, it turned out that he was transplanted to the Sun Moon Xuan, on the night of the Qixi Festival-' Murong Yichuan didn't say anything at this point, his eyes were instantly as cold as a knife, and his heart tightened, "You actually suspect your pillow person and your loyal minister." ”

Murong Yichuan pinched Wanruo's chin and said coldly, I naturally believe in you, but for him, he is a man after all, and his blood is strong, if you are not about to give birth at that time, I happen to be in Bashu, thousands of miles away, I really don't dare to think about it.

At this moment, he seemed to be wondering who had told Murong Yichuan about some of his contacts with Shangguan Tianjue, and he was suspicious of the other direction, and there was no sand in his eyes, if he continued to worry about these things, wouldn't it be dangerous for Shangguan Tianjue?

"On the night of Qixi Festival, I went to our old house to make a wish under the wishing tree, and I was sad that you were not around during the Liang Chenjia Festival, and I wanted to pray for you for peace and happiness, and the heavens saw that I stayed under the wishing tree for more than an hour and asked me to drink a cup of tea and then go back to Sun Moon Xuan, is it wrong for him to do this? As for the red lotus, because I gave birth to An Yi, you named her Danhe, so I wanted to find some red lotus to make a meeting gift for my daughter, so I asked Tianjie to find it for me, this is not possible, if I had known that you would have misunderstood and suspected that I would not let him do it, I don't know who is sowing discord in front of you, sowing right and wrong, but I and Shangguan Tianabsolutely have a clear conscience, believe it or not. After saying that, he walked away angrily as if to make any stop.

The red figure gradually drifted away, and Murong Yichuan pinched a willow branch but was still uneasy.