After that night, Cen Kexuan really never saw Shulan again, and his mood became dull because of this, but Doulan chattered all day long, talking about all kinds of new things, Cen Kexuan was also very tired, just sighed, let her chatter, but her brain was not idle. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the past seventeen years, she has never had so many things on her mind, not to mention the unknown marriage, and her brother's whereabouts are also a mystery for her. Regarding Cen Zifei, she actually had a lot of ideas, and she was about to leave Ziyun Palace in the near future, and she spent a lot of time thinking about her brother's possible situation now. The biggest speculation is that my brother has already wandered the rivers and lakes, and he has been alone in the vast world for all these years, and he has no fixed place.

My brother has loved her since she was a child, and he definitely doesn't want her to suffer half of it, or for this reason, even if many years have passed, he has never set foot in the Purple Cloud Palace, and he has only met her once.

After all, in the Purple Cloud Palace, she at least had no worries about food and clothing.

This is already the best situation, in addition, she definitely didn't dare to think about it, that is, Cen Zifei may have encountered an accident or even be alive, so he will naturally not be able to enter the country to find it all these years.

Speculating so carefully, Cen Kexuan didn't dare to imagine too much, and he didn't know it, so he only secretly warned himself that she would definitely find her brother when she left Ziyun Palace this time, and if she could really complete the palace master's order and successfully steal the Evil Yan Sword, she would also repay the favor. From now on, he should follow his brother and think of self-reliance, rather than relying on Ziyun Palace.

After all, only Cen Zifei is her real relative. She didn't want to think about the unknown and difficulties at the moment, and only desperately told herself that she would definitely find her brother, but it seemed that she really convinced herself a little, and she couldn't help but start planning for the future. In the past, Luoyang City had such a miserable experience, her homeland had long been a family, she and her brother had no family wealth, how to make a living? I have been pampered all these years, but I really don't have much strength, and I know some martial arts, but I can't do it in the end.

If a woman wants to make money, there are only a few legitimate ways, she must not be able to be a girl for others, or she can make some gadgets, such as embroidering some purse brocade to sell? Thinking of this, Cen Kexuan, who had been depressed for many days, finally became a little interested, and hurriedly beckoned Dou Lan to come over.

"Miss wants to learn needlework?" Cen Kexuan nodded, smiling. Before she came to Ziyun Palace, it is said that her parents died early, and she has been following an embroidery girl in Suzhou to do things, the embroidery girl's surname is Chen, and she is very skillful.

Later, the embroidery lady got married and no longer went out to make a living, she didn't rely on it, and wandered around alone, and after several tosses, she entered the Ziyun Palace.

Because she likes embroidery and making clothes, she asked Yin Qiu, who was in charge, to learn from the embroidery girl of Ziyun Palace, and Yin Qiu saw that she was quite talented, so she agreed to it. The embroidery girls of Ziyun Palace are all selected by thousands of people, but Dou Lan has been learning since she was a child, and after several points of guidance, but in two years, she is better than the blue, and she can be regarded as a master in this, and learning this from her can be regarded as finding the right person.

Dou Lan looked at Cen Kexuan strangely: "Just leave this needlework to us girls, Miss hasn't learned since she was a child, why do you suddenly want to learn it today?" ”

Cen Ke preached: "I'm going to get married, if I can't even make a beautiful dress, wouldn't it make people see a joke?" ”

Dou Lan's face turned red, and she suddenly smiled and bent her eyes: "Yes, Miss is finally willing to take her marriage seriously." Between the words, it seems that he has finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Cen Kexuan turned his head, but let out a long sigh.

Embroidery is actually an extremely complex job, as far as Cen Kexuan knows, for example, there are dozens of stitches, embroidered patterns are also from flowers, birds, fish and insects to a variety of landscape customs and pictures, she called the girl to lift the embroidery frame to the yard, is sitting upright next to the embroidery frame, looking at the rows of embroidery needles and silk threads around her frowning. But I saw that Dou Lan was like being reborn in an instant, standing aside and telling the story, and his expression was really radiant.

"Miss wants to learn embroidery, you must first know, this Suzhou embroidery, Hunan embroidery, Shu embroidery, Cantonese embroidery are different, there are double-sided embroidery, there are single-sided embroidery, stitching skills and straight embroidery, disc needle, set needle, and needle, grab needle, flat needle, scattered wrong needle, embroidery, variant embroidery, etc., we can embroider flowers and birds, if the technique is acceptable, you can also embroider pavilions, on silk, satin, silk, yarn, linen fabric——"

The melodious voice suddenly stopped for some reason.

Cen Kexuan said strangely: "What's wrong?" Dou Lan's face suddenly fluctuated for some reason, and before she finished her words, she inexplicably threw out a sentence "I'll go into the house to get a cloak for Miss", and in a blink of an eye, she disappeared.

Cen Kexuan was a little strange, closed his eyes and felt it quietly. Is it windy? She only felt that the sun was weakening, the weather was still sultry, and there was only a slight wind, and she was about to get up and stretch her waist, but she suddenly hooked the stool, and she was unstable, and between the front and back pitches, she knocked over the red dates on her side. The dark red jujube grains rolled to the ground one by one, scattered among the bluestone slabs, and became a mess.

When the courtyard was in a mess, a woman dressed in light gauze slowly appeared in her sight on the bluestone road, full of water, dispelling the fire of the whole afternoon. She stopped and looked at the messy embroidery frames and red dates scattered all over Cen Kexuan, revealing a little surprise.

Cen Kexuan hung his head, and suddenly felt a sense of frustration like resignation, and sighed lightly: "Sister Yinqiu." ”

One of the four protectors of the Purple Cloud Palace, Yin Qiu.

"Kexuan is learning embroidery?" The man looked at the needle and thread in front of him, and looked surprised.

That's right, the women of Ziyun Palace, in their spare time, should practice swords, not embroidery, this practice is like a woman in the boudoir to be married, and it is definitely not done by ordinary martial arts women. Speaking of which, she is only the daughter of a merchant, and if her family has not suffered a disaster, she must be sitting in the courtyard of her home today, embroidered with colorful clothes, waiting for her father and mother to find a good home for herself.

"Uh-" Cen Kexuan replied awkwardly, "It's just nothing." Yin Qiu shook his head and sighed: "Even if you have nothing to do, Ke Xuan can be regarded as having a good interest, embroidering flowers in the court, which makes my sister and I envious." "Her voice has always been soft and pleasant.

Cen Kexuan pointed to a round stool beside him, which had been sat by Dou Lan just now, and said, "Sister, please take a seat!" After Yin Qiu slowly sat down, he said: "Sister is busy with the affairs of the palace master all day long, in this Purple Cloud Palace, if there is no Sister Yin Qiu to come forward to take care of it, I don't know what kind of chaos will be." Not to mention that my sister's strength is well known, I admire my sister's ability to do things the most, and she only takes care of the entire Ziyun Palace in an orderly manner. It's like me, like an idler, I don't know anything. After speaking, he playfully stuck out his tongue and acted helplessly.

Yin Qiu smiled: "It's that your little mouth is so sweet, that the palace master feels so sorry for you." Seeing Yin Qiu pursing his lips and smiling, Cen Kexuan finally stopped talking about the old greetings, and asked the right question: "Sister came over today, but is there something?" She knew that the four Dharma protectors had their own affairs to deal with on weekdays, and the residence was far away from Ning Xin Pavilion, so Yin Qiu would not be bored, so she came over to chat with her.

Yin Qiu nodded and said with a smile: "Then I'll say it directly, it was the palace master who ordered me to tell you, and I will leave with the people of Yujing Villa early tomorrow morning." ”

Cen Kexuan exclaimed: "So fast? ”

Yin Qiu smiled: "Otherwise? The girls in the palace hoped that the son of Yujing Villa would stay for a few more days, but unfortunately the second son of the Bai family had other important things to do, so it was inconvenient to stay longer. ”

Hearing Yin Qiu mention Bai Moyin, Cen Kexuan only felt a very subtle change in her heart for a moment, she concealed this strange emotion, and asked as calmly as possible: "Prince Mo Yin lives in Jingxuan Pavilion?" ”

Yin Qiu smiled meaningfully: "Exactly, Kexuan is going to visit?" ”

"How could it be ......" Cen Kexuan immediately denied it, but his voice became lower and lower.

Yin Qiu stopped joking with her and continued: "Ke Xuan is already seventeen, and he must be bored after staying in Ziyun Palace all these years. Cen Kexuan smiled embarrassedly and nodded, Yin Qiu knew her intentions, slightly straightened, and continued: "The world outside the Ziyun Palace is big, there is Yujing in the north, there is Xiliang in the west, Xiangdong is only the blood alliance is respected, and Yancheng in the north of Mobei is the king, and the dark tide in the entire rivers and lakes has been surging for many years, and it is peaceful on the surface, but in private it is mutual calculation, and the means are frequent. This time you will go north, you will pass through Luoyang, which is a place where people from all walks of life frequent, gathering the most prosperous scene in the world. ”

She turned her eyes to look at Cen Kexuan, and sighed softly, "It's a pity that the gate of Ziyun Palace has blinded your eyes. Kexuan, you should also go outside to take a look. ”

Cen Kexuan naturally knew what she said, and he didn't know how to respond for a while, and after a long while, he muttered: "I just didn't expect to leave so soon." ”

Yin Qiu looked behind her, looked at the heavy lotus leaves swaying in the wind and said lightly: "After all, I have to go, what does it make if I am sooner or later?" ”

By dusk, the girls were already packing their luggage for Cen Kexuan, but Cen Kexuan was sitting alone in a quiet daze, Doulan's girl said to get the cloak, but she went back to the house to pack her clothes, which was really more and more unreliable, Cen Kexuan muttered to himself in his heart. On the table was a delicate long wooden box, in which lay a picture scroll, and she reached out to caress the surface of the box, her eyes becoming more and more misty.

Yesterday, at about noon, she stood at the entrance of the wall outside Jingxuan Pavilion, hesitating and hesitating, with a piece of purple bamboo on her head, and the little girl in green clothes reached out and pushed her, blinking her tearful eyes and begging: "Please, miss." Cen Kexuan glared at her and sighed.

Since the arrival of the people who knew about Yujing Villa, Dou Lan repeatedly begged her to tell the palace master or Bai Moyin, and promised to let her go north together.

Speaking of which, who swore that the dowry girl would definitely be able to follow?

These days, the palace master hasn't seen her for some reason, Cen Kexuan has been delaying again and again, but he can't resist Doulan, and he hasn't had the opportunity to see the palace master, so he can only tell Bai Moyin first, after all, the place he is about to go to is someone else's territory. I complained in my heart that I couldn't do anything about it, so I took a deep breath and stepped into the hospital.

The whole courtyard is surrounded by purple bamboo, quiet and cool, and there is a sense of tranquility in the air. It's just that the moment she raised her head, she actually saw that person, dressed in white like snow, under the pear blossom tree, next to the stone table, was holding a pen and painting, the ink-dyed green silk fell in front of the scroll, and the original cold face was serious and focused. He heard Cen Kexuan's footsteps and looked up slightly.

Cen Kexuan stood still, so quiet that she could hear her breathing, the wind blew on her cheeks, the bamboo leaves rustled, and her mood was unexpectedly peaceful. After calling "Bai Gongzi", she smiled at him and slowly approached him.

Bai Moyin didn't speak, and continued to lower his head to paint, Cen Kexuan didn't want to be disturbed, so he just stood quietly and waited.

After waiting for a while, feeling that the wind was slightly cool, Cen Kexuan couldn't help yawning, and was covering his mouth, when he heard the other party say: "Let's go sit down for a while, it's cold outside." ”

Cen Kexuan shook his head, and then realized that the other party didn't look at him, so he had to say, "No need, I'm here to watch you paint." But I thought in my heart, whether this person was indifferent or gentle, and if he really thought about her, why did he hang her so much. However, as he spoke, he really looked at the picture scroll on the stone table, but he was stunned for a moment.

The painting is a banquet, the moon is like a tulle, the red candles are flickering, and the dancing girls are dancing, which is even more dreamlike, but this beauty is not the theme of the painting, they are all scattered around, and the most central position is the girl sitting on the side of the red sandalwood case. Dressed in turquoise clothes, the skirt is embroidered with pink and white plum blossoms, the light yellow brocade thin belt is tied to the waist, a jade butterfly hairpin is obliquely inserted in the hair, the tips of the eyes are lowered, the eyebrows are frowned, and the face shows a look of apprehension.

I subconsciously raised my eyes to look at him, but saw that his face was calm as usual, and he continued to paint, and he didn't mean to explain at all. Cen Kexuan was a little confused, she tried her best to behave naturally, and sighed with a smile: "It is rumored that Bai Gongzi is the best in the world in martial arts, but I didn't expect his painting to be so brilliant, so I can announce that I am afraid that Ding Qingyang, the most famous painter in Luoyang City, may not be comparable." ”

She said this is actually a little flattering, in the Ziyun Palace over the years, she has learned how to be ingratiating, in front of the palace master to say some harmless flattering words, the palace master only thinks that she is sweet and well-behaved, smart and clever, so he indulges her a lot. A helpless little girl, if she wants to live in this Purple Cloud Palace, where there are many killers like clouds, she must have something to rely on - either amazing skills, or the favor of her master.

A little girl like Cen Kexuan who came out of thin air has neither outstanding skills nor outstanding scheming, so of course she can only choose the latter.

Actually, she didn't start out like that. Her transformation is largely due to Shulan's mention, this guy usually giggles and never takes it seriously, but he is always unexpectedly reliable and old when necessary.

She never dared to forget that when she was fourteen years old, when she broke into the palace master's room and knocked over a red glazed porcelain vase, the palace master's eyes were full of murderous intent. At that time, it had been six years since she entered the Purple Cloud Palace, but she realized that she was like a small grass on the vast land in the Purple Cloud Palace, and she didn't even have a place to hide.

That man named Murong Qi is not related to him, why would he spoil himself for no reason?

She was so frightened that she stood to the side with a pale face, watching the man pick up pieces of them like a treasure, carefully placing them on the table, and then sitting in a chair looking straight at them, his face as cold as a frozen snowy night. Her hands and legs were so numb that she lost consciousness until the man said in a more hoarse voice than usual, "You go down." She finally got amnesty and left tremblingly.

When I returned to Ning Xin Pavilion, I was still scared in my heart, and my feet were walking step by step, but it didn't seem to be my own feet. When I raised my eyes, I happened to bump into Shulan squatting under the tree and teasing her little rabbit, dressed in white with some broken grass, but she didn't seem to care.

Cen Kexuan stopped and looked at him, but he just poked his finger at the ear of the little white rabbit with his finger, and shook the green grass with his other hand and said to himself: "Little white rabbit, little white rabbit, I raised you to make me happy, if you run around and don't obey obediently, be careful that I roast you to eat." Let's go and go with my brother to find carrots! With that, he picked up the little rabbit and staggered away.

When Shulan's figure disappeared, she suddenly felt a swollen sourness hit like a wave, and she couldn't suppress it, so she finally ran back to the house like crazy, locked the door and cried. Even if the sky was clear outside the door, the dappled light and shadow could only fall on her body, and tears were like water bursting the embankment.

For the first time in six years, she felt a deep sense of loneliness and fear, not only from the experience of that day, but also from the fact that she had grown more clearly.

It was also in that year that she longed for her loved ones, like a drowning man longing for driftwood, for her only salvation.

Listening to her praise, Bai Moyin was unmoved, his eyes stayed on the picture scroll on the desktop, and he said casually: "So, Miss Cen has been to Luoyang?" Cen Kexuan was stunned, only then did he remember that he had deceived him before and said that he was from Jiangnan, and after thinking about it, he had to say vaguely: "Before entering the Purple Cloud Palace, I did go there." ”

Bai Moyin said: "Everyone in the world praises Luoyang as the most prosperous place today, what does Miss Cen think?" ”

"Huh?" Cen Kexuan was stunned again, and suddenly felt that he couldn't keep up with his thinking at all, so he had to follow his words and replied: "It's a good place, but it's snowing in winter and it's colder." ”

Bai Moyin smiled faintly and said with some emotion: "There has been no snow in Luoyang City for many years. This may have been Bai Moyin's sigh and nostalgia for Luoyang, but it made Cen Kexuan's face slightly red and quite ashamed. He obviously hasn't been to Luoyang for many years, but he boasted that Haikou praised his paintings better than Ding Qingyang, isn't it obvious that he is talking nonsense, so he touched his nose embarrassedly, and wanted to explain to him, but he was afraid that the more he depicted it, the darker it would be, so he had to smirk.

Seeing that Bai Moyin had no intention of asking, she immediately changed the topic and said: "Bai Gongzi likes to paint on weekdays, but Xuan has never heard of this." As he spoke, he turned around the stone table to Bai Moyin's side, "That's it...... This painting looks very familiar...... "The fingers touched their noses unconsciously.

Her appearance seemed to please him instantly, even if it was not obvious, Cen Kexuan could clearly see that he was laughing. It didn't take long for him to put down his pen and look at the painting under his hand and say thoughtfully: "There was a girl who asked me to make a portrait of her, but I never fulfilled it. It was in response to her that she mentioned that she didn't know that Bai Moyin liked to paint.

Cen Kexuan's eyelids jumped slightly, and he couldn't help but be a little shaken, "You learned to paint for a girl?" She suddenly remembered what she had heard on the night of the dinner, and muttered, "Isn't it the sweetheart of the son?" After speaking, his face also blushed slightly.

Bai Moyin's eyes were glued to the picture scroll, the light wind slightly blew the long hair on his shoulders, and he whispered with inexplicable gentle eyes: "Even if you are not the so-called sweetheart, you have spent a lot of thought for her." Now that I've finally learned to paint, I don't know if it's worth the effort. ”

"Since he was willing to work hard for her at the beginning, he was the one who the former son thought was worthwhile, how could the son start to doubt himself." She saw Bai Moyin raise her head, look at herself with a complicated and slightly surprised look, her heart beat slightly, and she continued: "Even if you regret paying for that girl, the mood of that day is precious, doesn't Bai Gongzi think so?" ”

In the years of Ziyun Palace, she has rarely spoken so bluntly, especially when facing the palace master, she is even more cautious in her words and deeds, and suddenly blurted out the words in her heart like this, and she regretted it a little after speaking, but she saw Bai Moyin staring at herself thoughtfully, as if she was seriously thinking about her words that had not been carefully considered, and finally he actually curled the corners of his mouth and nodded, "It seems to make some sense." ”

Cen Kexuan was happy all of a sudden, put his hands behind his back, and blinked, Bai Moyin had already lowered his head slightly, dried the painting that had been drying for a while, and rolled it up a little by little, his fingers were white and slender, obviously he was a martial arts practitioner, but he didn't see obvious calluses, isn't he good at using a sword? So, what kind of weapon did he use to defeat Lu Zhanming, the lord of Xiliang Pavilion?

She was thinking nonsense in her head, but found that Bai Moyin had already sorted out the picture scroll, was looking at her quietly, and handed her the picture scroll in her hand without hurry: "It just so happens that you are here, this painting will be given to you." ”

She was stunned for a moment, but her hand involuntarily stretched out and carefully took the painting, stunned, and then seemed to react and showed surprise: "Gave it to me?" Bai Moyin nodded and said funny: "Who is this painting, and who will it be given if it is not given to you?" ”

Cen Kexuan immediately smiled and bent his eyes, carefully held the scroll in his arms, and whispered with a red face: "Thank you......" But his heart was inexplicably a little restless. Bai Moyin just bent the corners of his mouth to respond slightly, and then cleaned up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he had just used.

Even though he has only known each other for a few days, Cen Kexuan still vaguely captured some of Bai Moyin's habits, talking little, quiet, seemingly cold, but actually gentle, seemingly peaceful, but actually indifferent. Standing next to him at this moment, Cen Kexuan could clearly feel that if she didn't speak, he wouldn't seem to take the initiative to say anything, and many times it would make people feel that he was refusing to be approached by others in a gentler way.

If it was someone else who knew each other, he would probably have left consciously, but unfortunately Cen Kexuan would suddenly become sluggish in front of him, obviously the other party had put on a posture of ignoring her for the time being, she was still standing aside in a daze, and his silhouette fell in her eyes, but it completely crashed into her heart.

The silence spread in the courtyard where the two of them were.

It wasn't until a cool breeze blew through her neck that she finally seemed to have been hit by something, remembered the purpose of her trip, and spoke again like waking up from a dream, telling him about Doulan. Bai Moyin naturally agreed, Cen Kexuan happily planned to leave, but for some reason he suddenly asked: "I don't know if the son has ever seen Doulan?" ”

He was slightly stunned, and after sinking his eyelids and thinking for a moment, he whispered, "Is it the little girl who stood behind you that night?" ”

Cen Kexuan was surprised, she didn't expect him to really notice a little girl standing in the shadows, if she told Dou Lan about it, then Xiao Nizi might be happy. Thinking of this, she almost burst out laughing, and then nodded and smiled: "It's her." She's still waiting for me, I'll tell her now. With that, he said goodbye to Bai Moyin and ran towards the outside of the courtyard.

It wasn't until he turned out of the courtyard wall that he stopped and leaned against the wall to breathe, holding the scroll in his hand, and his heart was beating hard.

Raising his head, the white clouds and blue sky are still the same, and the purple bamboo is rattling above his head, endlessly, and the pulse in his chest is fluctuating, this strange emotion will not dissipate until the second day.

At this moment, she was leaning on the edge of the table, looking at the exquisite wooden box in front of her and was stunned, when she was young, she also yelled for her brother to make a portrait of herself, but she didn't expect that it was Bai Moyin who finally realized her wish for herself. The head bends his fingers and taps lightly on the surface of the box.

Da, da, da.

White, Mo, Yin. Bai-Mo-Yin-What are you like?

"Miss Kexuan, that painting was given by Mo Yin's son?" A crisp voice interrupted her thoughts. Cen Kexuan turned his face and saw a girl in blue clothes with a small face, the girl was the one who cleaned her room on weekdays, called Cai'er, very well-behaved and cute.

She hadn't figured out how to answer, but Li'er, another little girl next to her, covered her mouth and smiled: "Isn't it, I didn't have it when I went there yesterday, and I went to Jingxuan Pavilion to have this extra painting, right, miss." After speaking, he looked at Cen Kexuan with bright eyes.

Cen Kexuan's face was slightly red, and he feigned anger: "What nonsense? Li'er smiled and said: "It's too late for others to envy such a good thing as a painting from Mo Yin's son, why is Miss angry?" After speaking, he looked at Cen Kexuan, saw her holding her chin and looked melancholy, and asked tentatively: "Miss is going to marry the owner of Yujing Villa, why are you unhappy?" ”

Cen Kexuan saw that Li'er looked puzzled, so he asked, "Does Li'er think she should be happy?" Li'er was stunned for a moment: "Why are you unhappy?" The son of the Bai family was born handsome, I swept the leaves outside the Caixuan Hall a few days ago, and I happened to see the son of Mo Yin......" Speaking of this, the little girl giggled, and her eyes were about to smile.

Cai'er suddenly wondered, "What's wrong?" Li'er said, "You ask Miss." Or go to Caixuan Hall tomorrow to take a look, in addition to Mo Yin's son, the third son of Yujing Villa is also good-looking. The owner of the white village is a brother with them, and his appearance must be handsome and extraordinary. ”

Cen Kexuan heard that they were becoming more and more out of tune, so he said with some amusement: "That Bai family son is really so good, why don't you marry yourself?" Li'er immediately blushed, pretending to be unhappy and said, "Miss, when you arrive at Yujing Villa, don't talk like this, it's good for others to listen." Cen Kexuan's heart was slightly sour, and he raised his face and said, "But I can't control my mouth, or you can go for me." As he spoke, he took Li'er's hand and grinned.

Li'er knew that Cen Kexuan was joking, and she was not annoyed, but said with a little seriousness: "How can we have a good life for Miss, Miss is gone now, but she is the wife of the owner of Yujing Villa, not only has a noble status, but also is respected." Cen Kexuan suddenly muttered: "Then Bai Gongzi, don't you call me a little sister-in-law?" Li'er and Cai'er looked at each other, and finally they both covered their mouths and laughed.

Cen Kexuan just sighed, always feeling that something seemed wrong, but he really couldn't say what was wrong, until the sky gradually darkened, and a crescent moon rose above the treetops, and the girls in the house saluted her one after another.

Tomorrow is about to leave, but Shulan still hasn't appeared.

The next morning, Dou Lan knocked on the door early, and then pulled Cen Kexuan, who was still asleep, up and waited for her to make up, and a group of girls intermittently sent her luggage outside. Cen Kexuan asked sleepily, "Why is it so early?" Dou Lan had an unconcealable excitement on her face, and when she saw Cen Kexuan's lazy look, she complained with dissatisfaction: "Miss, Bai Gongzi is already waiting for you outside the Caixuan Palace." ”

Cen Kexuan looked at her and couldn't help but tease: "Which white boy?" "There is more than one surnamed Bai.

Dou Lan seemed to be really a little urgent, but she didn't refute Cen Kexuan's ridicule, lowered her head and pursed her mouth to groom her seriously, she looked like a girl on weekdays, but today she really looks like a girl. Cen Kexuan just said that she neglected that person, and she herself couldn't help it, so she ate some pastries casually, drank some tea and planned to leave, just stepped out of the door, suddenly turned back and took out some silver from the cabinet, put it in a splendid purse and took it with her.

Dou Lan was going to go out with her, but when she suddenly turned back, she was surprised, and when she behaved like this, she couldn't help but laugh and said: "Miss, why do you need to bring your own silver when you go out, not to mention that Yujing Villa won't let you out, even if you want to buy some personal items, Dou Lan will also bring it." ”

Cen Kexuan didn't explain, when he was out of the house, he had a little money in his heart, but he couldn't say this to Doulan, lest the girl say that she didn't trust her. So he just smiled, and hurried to the outside of Caixuan Hall with Dou Lan.

Bai Moyin was really waiting there, with a long body and a leisurely and elegant expression, and a young man stood behind him, with a sheathed long sword on his back, his face was handsome, and his temperament was quiet and introverted, obviously he was quite trusting of his attendant, this man must have been present at the banquet that night, but Cen Kexuan only noticed this person today, and couldn't help but be a little ashamed.

But she didn't have time to think about what happened a few days ago, and now she quickly walked in front of them, and apologized again and again for the late incident.

Bai Moyin didn't say anything very generously, but it was Bai Jingfeng, who snorted weirdly: "Miss Cen has a really big face, even my second brother has to wait here." Although these words were mocking, in fact, they were not very mean to Bai Jingfeng's usual style, but Cen Kexuan felt very uncomfortable when he heard it in his ears. When she was a child in Luoyang, the Cen family was also an extremely wealthy family, as the youngest daughter, she was the pearl of her parents' treasures, and she was the little princess who was doting and indulgent by her brother.

Cen Kexuan actually wanted to refute him, but he subconsciously didn't want to lose his temper in front of Bai Moyin, and finally turned his head and didn't bother to pay attention. It just so happened that at this time, Murong Qi slowly came out of the Caixuan Palace, and his hair that was scattered on weekdays was simply pulled up into a bun, forked a mutton fat hosta, and followed by two maidservants. When Cen Kexuan and Doulan saw that it was him, they immediately put away their smiles, bowed to him, and Murong Qi waved his hand, slowly stopped in front of Cen Kexuan and said, "Is the luggage all ready?" Cen Kexuan nodded, and then there was a simple greeting.

People who are a little closer to Cen Kexuan on weekdays also rushed over to see her off, this is specially allowed by Murong Qi today, to be placed on weekdays, if anyone dares to enter and exit at will in Caixuan Hall like this, it is a felony. Three of the palace master's four protectors came, and they were the three who appeared at the dinner the day before, Cen Kexuan saw them, and his face was full of surprise, and he hurriedly called: "Sister Yinqiu, Sister Fubei, Sister Lizhu." ”

Most of them have stayed in the palace all these years, but their residence is a little far away from Ningxin Pavilion, and they are also very busy on weekdays, so the relationship with Cen Kexuan is not very close, but it is not without feelings, Cen Kexuan calls them sister on weekdays. The three of them responded with a smile, their eyes tactful.

Cen Kexuan remembered that Hua Yue had returned these days, and without thinking too much, he blurted out and asked, "Where is Sister Hua Yue?" ”

The faces of the three of them were hesitant for a while, but Yin Qiu suddenly smiled and said, "Hua Yue was a little uncomfortable, so she didn't come." She asked us to say goodbye to you on her behalf, but Xuan Ke will resent her? ”

Cen Kexuan's eyes widened, and he hurriedly shook his head: "Of course not." What happened to Sister Hua Yue? Is it serious? ”

Yin Qiu said: "It's just that I suffered from the wind and cold, and the doctor said that I can't blow the wind these days, and after a few days, I think I will be able to recover." As she spoke, she glanced at Bai Moyin intentionally or unintentionally, but Bai Moyin's expression was as usual, and she didn't hint at it again.

Cen Kexuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, stretched out his head and looked around, but he didn't see Chu Li, he couldn't help but show obvious disappointment, guessing that he should have left the palace, so he didn't ask any more. Murong Qi saw her thoughts in his eyes, and without explanation, he turned to Bai Mo Yin and said, "Then Mo Yin, this seat will no longer be sent off." Bai Moyin arched his hand and said slowly: "Mo Yin will say goodbye." ”

After a simple farewell, Cen Kexuan followed Bai Moyin and his party to the bottom of the mountain, stepped on the carriage prepared by the Ziyun Palace and headed north. She sat by the window, lifted the curtain, the red corridor and green tiles of the Ziyun Palace and the purple bamboo in the mountain contrasted with each other, the fog was still not dispersed, and it looked like a fairyland from a distance. She stared blankly at the Purple Cloud Palace, until the familiar scenery gradually became blurred with the sound of horses' hooves and wheels, and her heart was still melancholy and dazed.

The mountains are undulating, the sun is sinking in the west, the golden afterglow is sprinkled on the earth and the trees, and the birds are streaked across the sky. Before I knew it, it was dusk. On that day, no one told her that Hua Yue had left Ziyun Palace three days ago.

The woman who was as cold and arrogant as ice and snow, and as beautiful and moving as the moon, temporarily bid farewell to the identity of the four protectors of the Purple Cloud Palace, and was whipping up her horse and rushing to Luoyang. She used a lot of energy to run around, working tirelessly, just to get a promise from the palace master, that is, to allow her a year of freedom.

This year, she has more important things to do.