My heart hurts like being pecked by a needle. He always thought that the grand dance was for him, but if it wasn't for the sudden appearance of Yuchen's flute, how could she have performed a bland dance step to perfection. Such a pure and heavenly tune is worthy of only the purest woman in the world. Now that I have stepped into the carefully calculated world, there is still the beauty that touched the heart at that time.

However, he finally bowed his head lightly and said with a smile: "If you can fight the emperor again, why not." ”

Hearing this, Yu Hao clenched the woman's hands again, he only felt that the soft hands were soft, so he smiled: "Then I will personally compose a song for you this time." ”

Why does this have to be the case, not only can she not dance for him when she finally dances, but she also has no chance to hear the neon dress music he once composed. Qingluan hurriedly raised his eyes to look, and suddenly felt a faint indifference in the corner of Yu Hao's eyes. However, when it came time to look closely, he was still smiling. That smile is like the warmest spring breeze, like the warmest morning light.

Yes, how could he have other thoughts? The details of himself and his subordinates, this king has never been able to know. What's more, after getting along for so long, although she has never fallen in love with this man, he finally treats each other with true affection. Qingluan couldn't help but feel sad and only responded gently. From the perspective of others, it seems to be the first time to inherit the holy grace, and it is not a shy gesture.

And the day Yuchen really returned was more than a month later.

During this period, the teacher was still the female official who had been ordered to guide Qingluan when she was the first flower. When the woman entered the harem from the Caile room again, she couldn't help but feel a little more jealous. Bai Yu led her to see Qingluan, and as soon as she saw her, she saluted respectfully and said: "Jieyu's little lord is auspicious, the little lord is really a nobleman, but he has not seen him for a few years, and he is already a well-known and favored person in the harem." ”

Qingluan only peeled the pipa one by one and ate it, and the golden juice remained on her shallot-like nails that were more than two inches long, like a bright color deliberately reflected. In the palace, she always didn't want to see the old people, all of them left traces of her past, and the compliments of the subordinates made her strongly perceive the drastic changes in herself.

Even if there was no trace on the surface, Qingluan was sullen in his heart, so he only said lightly: "Auntie is the same as before, but this time I need to bother you to guide me personally." ”

Aunt Jiaoxi was flattered, and her eyes burst out with sporadic joy: "The little master has good talent, so he can naturally understand it at one point." is not like the Qin'er who used to be, who is stupid and has bad intentions. ”

She slowly stopped and looked back at the person in front of her, the dusty old things were like a torrent breaking the embankment - the scene under the red pillars of Chaofeng Palace, she first appreciated the calculations of the harem by her side. Those who have used it are discarded like fishbones, and they are still floating in the water.

Bai Yu saw that Qingluan's face was unhappy, so he hurriedly stepped forward to interrupt: "How can the little master allow you to compare yourself with a cheap maid!" ”

Qingluan saw that the sister-in-law looked panicked, so she only slowly looked away and looked out the window: "Auntie, I have forgotten all the old people and old things." ”

"Yes, it's the slave who lost her words." Teach Aunt Xi to peck the rice on the ground generally, "The slave doesn't actually remember." ”

Qingluan didn't want to say anything more, so she was taken down. Because of the involvement in the old things, thousands of thoughts came flooding up at one time. She leaned against the window and was silent, and she didn't even notice Su E coming in. When the woman saw her like this, she knew that she was reminiscing about the past, so she stepped forward silently and lit the incense burner beside the soft couch.

Qingluan turned to look at her at this time, his eyes were empty and desolate: "Your Majesty, he has done everything perfectly." ”

"It's the little lord who thinks too much," Su E lowered his eyes, and the movements in his hands slowed down, "The emperor doesn't know anything, let alone the little lord's guard. ”

"yes, he doesn't know anything. For this feast, the emperor enjoyed it. A layer of mist rose in his eyes, as if he had covered the most enduring pain in his heart for a while, "It would be nice if I could know nothing." ”

However, the days passed like water. Although the music composed by Yu Hao for her is magnificent, it lacks a little bit of dancing tenderness. For this reason, he named it the Song of the Sun - the hub is in a different room, and the death is the same hole. It is said that unbelief is like the sun. This king insisted that Qingluan should dance for the sake of pleasing the king's heart. He thought he was the one she was working with.

Even if he couldn't bear to deceive him, how could Qingluan tell the bloody truth. Since returning from the prayer hall, she has always been humble and submissive, as if all she was thinking about was the Son of Heaven. She will make the little woman angry, but she is willing to take care of the overall situation, so gentle and just right, which makes the Son of Heaven want to stop the most.

Therefore, on the day of the feast, when Qingluan was dressed in a purple long skirt with a red heart, and leaped out of a group of dancing girls, her delicate face was not only a pair of smiles, but also a hidden melancholy color.

The skirt and cuffs of the dance dress are densely covered with rice beads to form a pattern of "blossoming flowers". The red color of a water is secretly embroidered with the plum orchid flower picture, when it rotates, I only feel a piece of color in front of me, reflecting the blue pearl of the mandarin duck playing in the water on the wide sleeves, and the satin surface floats like a flowing water under the reflection of the Kowloon lantern, and the woman with a slender waist is like dancing in the color, which is the most touching beauty.

At the banquet, the concubines who sat upright were shocked, and their faces did not change. Qingluan started lightly, and every time he spun around, the silver-leafed agate flower on his head would sound lightly. Her dancing posture was more skillful and natural than when she first ascended the hall before, and her smile was even more tightly held by Yu Hao's eyes.

At the end of the song, I only heard the sound of Longyan Dayue's "Beautiful." ”

Qingluan inadvertently looked at the banquet, but the man's smile suddenly became a little pale. She couldn't bear to look at it any further, so she only raised her head to meet the Son of Heaven, but she heard him say loudly to the man at the banquet: "For Yuchen, you have returned triumphantly, my Jieyu has been practicing hard for several days. ”

Hearing this, Yuchen hurriedly got up and thanked him, and it was the most prosaic common etiquette between the prince and the concubine: "There is a little master to worry about." ”

"The emperor regards the prince as his right-hand man, how dare the concubines slacken."

Yu Hao was even more overjoyed to hear her words, and said with a smile: "Luan'er, I specially inscribed the four big characters of 'Beauty Rusi' for you today, and I will hang someone to your Lingxi Hall tonight." ”

Everyone was even more shocked when they heard the words - the Son of Heaven has never given the harem too heavy a reward, and the handwritten inscription was only written "Duan Lai Roujia" and "Hui Zhi Lanxin" respectively when the Qin family was crowned and the Xing family was crowned concubine as a reward. Although the four words given to Qingluan are not excessive, they are dazzling enough gifts for a little Jieyu.