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In the courtyard of the winding corridor, the stone paved path under the steps is paved, and you walk from the outside to the inside along the corridor, and enter the backyard.

On the edge of the water pavilion in the courtyard with the plaque of "Yi Yuan", there is a slim and elegant young woman wearing a long green skirt and a thin smoky green veil.

Her eyebrows and eyes are lowered, and the jade steps carved with plum blossoms inlaid with gold are swaying and slanting into her sideburns.

The moonlight was hazy, like a thin veil, casting a lonely body for her.

The melodious and deep sound of the piano, like a glittering sound, echoed in the backyard like the sound of drizzle falling on leaves.

A tall banyan tree in the courtyard, towering to the sky, extremely prominent, lush leaves, layers of branches, criss-crossed.

There is another heaven and earth on the top of the tree, two figures, one tall and one short, standing quietly on the top of the tall tree, hiding above the deep green leaves.

The shorter man's delicately carved face has perfect arcs and corners, and he wears a delicate white brocade robe, which looks extraordinarily noble under the white brocade robe, and exudes a noble and elegant atmosphere all over his body.

In the courtyard, the sound of the tinkling piano suddenly became ethereal and sad, and the moonlight sprinkled on the body of the woman playing the piano, and there was a sense of desolation.

The clear eyes of the divination emitted a dazzling light, and the sparkling water eyes stared, looking at the woman in the distance.

The sound of this grumbling piano, no matter how it sounds, looks like what a lonely person in an empty room would do.

This person is good-looking, but that man's concubine is not good-looking.

And which favored concubine does not go to wait for the gold lord who provides her brocade clothes and food at night.

There is no lovely maid waiting around, and a person is miserable and miserable in this courtyard.

The divination didn't pay attention to the courtyard just now.

Looking at it now, tsk, this dilapidated yard is barren and miserable, and I don't know how long no one has come to take care of it.

Is this King Ji so outstanding, the more he loves a woman, the more she lives worse!

Bu Gu thought of being King Ji's heart, and he had to do it in this dilapidated courtyard, and for no reason he felt that the picture was too joyful, and he didn't dare to think about it.

After laughing in his heart, the divination thought that Bai Zhuo was more likely to be wrong, and what he had just imagined was wrong.

Because think about it, if you love that person, you can't wait to send your heart to her, where will you trample on her like this.

The divination bent his good-looking brows, and he didn't know where he touched a fresh peach, and took a bite before he asked the person behind him suspiciously:

"Is this what you call favor?" The sound is as crisp as a silver bell, refreshing.

Bai Zhuo pondered for a moment, and spread his palms silently, he didn't know what was going on.

He specially checked and investigated, this is the concubine who has been in the door for less than a month, since she entered the door, King Ji will come over to accompany her every night, and he is very favored.

If it weren't for Princess Ji's concubine position, her mother's family would be powerful, and King Ji would probably divorce his wife.

But this is endless, and it is not a big deal, this little concubine has now crossed Princess Ji.

After all, Princess Ji's age is there, she is in her thirties and almost forty, and her children are older than her master, how can she compare to a young and beautiful concubine who is sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Who's playing dumb riddles with you, talking." The voice of the divination is full of chic and elegant taste.

Baizhuo inquired all afternoon, and inquired about such a result?

The divination seriously suspected that Baizhuo's ability to do things had declined, and there was not a word of usefulness, and there was a bunch of nonsense.

The divination stayed here and blew the cold wind for a long time, not to mention King Ji, except for this beautiful and poor young woman, she didn't even see a cat.

On this autumn night, he was still standing on the top of a tree, and he didn't have a cloak with him, and he was almost cold to death.

"Master, this King Ji really comes to this courtyard every day, I heard that even the power of King Ji's Mansion is almost in the hands of this one, and that Princess Ji has already existed in name only."

Bai Zhuo went to inquire about the news since the master said that he visited the palace at night.

"You have a lot of work, and you even inquire about gossip clearly, why do you want to change your career to be a storyteller?" The divination's eyes flashed, as if he would condemn Bai Zhuo for being unfavorable.

The red lips and the white of the skin, red and white, show a different style, full of cuteness, people can't help but feel pity.

"Master, otherwise, you wait here, I'll go to King Ji's Mansion first to take a walk around and see where King Ji is now."

Bai Zhuo waved his hand to brush off the fallen leaves on his clothes, and threw them casually, and the direction in which the leaves fell made the divination who turned back his eyes straight.

Bai Zhuo also stared at it speechlessly, as if he was afraid of missing any scene.

The pale yellow leaves seemed to have wings, and slowly fell on the green-clothed woman who was playing the qin in the pavilion.

The dark and bright eyes of the divination hexagram turned his head and glared at Bai Zhuo, afraid that others would not know that they were the guardian saints of others on this?

Fortunately, the woman just stopped the piano she was playing, picked up the fallen leaf, and looked at it carefully.

After a moment, he lowered his head, and looked at the tall trees in the courtyard with his eyes blankly, and did not look too much because of a leaf.

With a wave of his hand, the divination told Bai Zhuo to hurry up, don't be an eyesore here.

The beautiful woman who was sad alone under the moon, the divination ignited the idea of pity for the fragrance and cherished the jade, and at the moment when Bai Zhuo turned around, he spit out a sentence:

"Go, this palace will meet this woman, see if she is willing to follow this palace, this palace guarantees that she follows this palace, it is much better than following King Naji, let her eat fragrant and drink spicy food every day."

Bai Zhuo turned around, took a step, and took it back, the master is really annoying!

If the master really does this, the master has nothing to do, and the princess will also peel off her own skin.

Bai Zhuo couldn't bear to remind his master:

"Master, that's King Ji's concubine."

Bai Zhuo didn't have a good mouth to say: Master, King Ji is your uncle, you are sure to let this woman follow you back.

King Ji must know that the master got the woman in his yard away, or from the backyard of King Ji's mansion to the prince's own yard, and the heart to kill the master must be stronger.

It's a pity that Baizhuo's kind reminders are like a river of autumn water, and they are all in vain.

Not only did the divination not change his mind, but he also nodded his head in a matter-of-fact manner, indicating that he knew.

Looking at the beautiful woman in the yard, and playing the tear-jerking gut-breaking song, the divination raised a touching smile, shamelessly touched the corners of his lips without a lower limit, and said a sentence that was stunned:

"This palace just saw that she was King Ji's woman, so he got her back, King Ji dared to send someone to kill this palace, and this palace dared to get his woman back to warm the bed."