Bei Yiyuan and Yuan Hongxuan walked out of the hall, a pretty and slender pink figure stood by a begonia flower in the backlight, waiting, the porcelain-white arms were exposed from the wide wide sleeves, and the slender fingers caressed the bewitching petals. This scene can really be said to be more delicate than flowers.

The two of them were slightly stunned when they saw this scene, "Palindrome Cultivation Palace", Bei Yiyuan glanced at Yuan Hongxuan beside him lightly, and walked forward quickly.

Yuan Hongxuan understood what his friend meant, smiled helplessly, and walked forward with Miao Zhi towards the door.

"Prince Hongxuan, your feet", she wanted to ask him if his body was refreshing today, but the habits he had developed in modern times still couldn't be changed, and after half of the words, she hurriedly swallowed the rest back.

Yuan Hongxuan was dull,

A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, maybe if he told her this, she would stay away from her, and she wouldn't have to worry so much.

"So, is there no antidote to this poison?" Miao Zhi was a little surprised, she didn't expect Yuan Hongxuan to talk about this to herself.

His eyes drifted farther away, his Adam's apple moving slightly, "I don't know, I haven't found it until now." ”

Pulling his long gaze back, he looked at Miao Zhi quietly, "So most of the people you see me are walking in a wheelchair, like a wasted person." There was a hint of resentment and helplessness in the dark pupils.

"Every half a month, I have to take an anti-toxicity pill, so that my body can have room to ease and not die of a whimper." He felt that there was a bit too much to say, that they shouldn't be as familiar as they were now, and then looked away unnaturally.

Miao Zhi was silent, looking at the side face of the man in front of her steadily, and the resolute lines crossed her jaw from her forehead, which made people feel a little distressed.

Qimang was seriously injured, so he could only wait peacefully in the palace of Beiyiyuan, and when Yuan Hongxuan returned, he would leave the palace with him.

When they arrived at the Wenxiu Palace, Miao Zhi still quietly slipped back behind Ling Shuirong, Bei Yiyuan and Yuan Hongxuan returned to their positions casually, Bei Yiyuan nodded inadvertently towards Bei Anhuang on the seat, but he was still looked at by the crown prince Bei Yiyu.

He always knew that his father made him the crown prince, but he was afraid of the power behind him and his mother, the new queen of the north has been from the Lan family for generations, and the Lan family's power is intertwined in the court.

Since ancient times, the tiger has not allowed others to sleep soundly, it is not that he does not know that his father secretly asked Bei Yiyuan to search for the evidence of the Lan family's crimes, but he has more urgent things to do, that is, to replace them.

The yin owl's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was unaware of a qiē.

The poetry contest narrowly won in Beixin.

It was already noon, and the palace maids and eunuchs served the wine and delicacies, and everyone raised their glasses to thank Bei'an Huang and tasted the delicacies in front of them.

Ling Shuirong, who was beside Miao Zhi, had been glancing at her with a strange look from time to time since she came back, which made Miao Zhi's heart furious, so she could only put her face away unnaturally, pretending to taste the bowl of white fungus lotus seed porridge in front of her.

In the midst of the staggering, everyone had almost eaten. A woman suddenly walked into the hall, the delicate figure was wrapped in a light gauze dress, and a slender waist could be seen through the tulle, and the lower body was a dark green long skirt that dragged the ground, and a green silk hair was not dressed at all, and the uncovered half of the face revealed a pair of bewitching and tender eyes.

The woman's posture was soft, and Yingying knelt down with a guqin in her arms.

"The moon sets and the country is beautiful, meet the emperor." People are like their voices, enchanting and seductive.

Everyone in the hall was attracted by this woman with charming eyes, and when they saw the moon falling, the envoy with a big waist and a round waist stood up grinning, saluted Bei'an Huang, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, this is my country's violinist Mei Ji." I heard that the Nine Emperor Princes of TECO had superb piano skills, but they did not participate in the piano competition, and they had the courage to perform and wanted to learn a little from Qin Yao. ”

Miao Zhi listened, put down the bowl in her hand, and looked at Yuan Hongxuan not far away worriedly.

Bei Anhuang pushed away the wine glass handed over by Lan Miyun, his face was as usual, but he was a little annoyed in his heart. What the hell is the country doing in the moon this month, he came out at the widow's banquet again and again, and his eyes looked at the man in the center of the hall.

The man didn't dodge Bei Anhuang's gaze, and looked back at him with a smile.

"Father, the son was fortunate to hear the sound of Yaoqin Gongzi last time, it can really be said that it will not disperse for three days, since it is a little discussion, why not allow the father, so that everyone can open their eyes."

Bei Yiyu shook the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile on the corner of his lips, as if it was normal, but those eyes were like a bottomless deep pool, looking at Yuan Hongxuan, who was a little pale, swarthy.

With Bei Yiyuan's line of sight, everyone also looked at Yuan Hongxuan, who was silent on the side, curiously, I wonder if this famous Nine Emperor Prince will agree?

Yuan Hongxuan drank the wine in the cup with a sip of salt, and then looked at Mei Ji with deep inky black eyes, and spit out two words lightly, "Yes." ”

Bei Yiyuan on the other end heard him agree, and a lot of worry piled up between his eyebrows.

When the woman saw that Yuan Hongxuan had responded, she sneered, and her soft voice remembered again.

"Mei Ji doesn't want to be so dull with Childe, Mei Ji wants to play the tune first, Childe needs to play along with Mei Ji's tune at will, but Childe's piano sound can neither be abrupt nor mess up Mei Ji."

Her eyes were like silk, and she lowered her head and played with a nail of her little finger, "If the son keeps up, Mei Ji is willing to admit defeat, if she can't keep up, hehehehehe"

The woman smiled softly, but she didn't say anything more.

Everyone in this hall was curious about the novel conditions proposed by the woman, and they all stared at Yuan Hongxuan's reflection with wide eyes.

Yuan Hongxuan paused, what the hell is Yueluo doing this day, even a piano art competition has to make so many moths. Then he nodded, looking at the woman in front of him with cold eyes, he wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd this moonfall.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway. For Miao Zhi Benzun, a person who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, such a competition is undoubtedly tricky.

You know, it's hard to compose music in a short period of time, not to mention the need to consider the rhythm and fingering. But this Mei Ji not only wants Yuan Hongxuan to compose and play now, but also to understand the artistic conception of the two songs, and the tunes are close to each other, which is even more difficult.

The other party is obviously prepared, is Yuan Hongxuan sure? Can his injured body stand it? Miao Zhi couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for the cold man in the center of the hall.