Do they look like Han Shou stealing incense? Yuan Lingjun covered his mouth and snickered, glancing at Qu Yi.

Qu Yi naturally didn't know what she was thinking, otherwise she would remember that day in the Lu Gongfu, she leaned on the wall and asked her maidservant, "I heard that Han Shou stole incense and didn't ......?"

At this time, he thought of the day of the wedding, the young King Changshan wore a huge and heavy gilt bead crown on his head, and his face was covered with fat powder, and his body was thin, and he looked like a little girl who was not yet a little girl, but he had to pretend to be calm. At this time, goodbye is another situation, she seems to have grown up a lot, but she doesn't have meat as before, Qu Yi pinched her soft palm.

Yuan Lingjun was buried on Qu Yi's shoulder, smelling the incense on his body, comfortable and warm. "You are the same as my monarch father, but he is too strict and will whip me at every turn." Yuan Lingjun also raised Qu Yi's palm and kneaded it, letting out a sigh of surprise.

Qu Yi's fingers are distinct, and although the cocoons in his palms are thin, careful people can still see at a glance that the hands of people who use swords all year round will be like this.

"Whatever Your Majesty does, it's always good for you." A smile appeared on Qu Yi's lips.

Yuan Lingjun left Qu Yi's arms and sat up cross-legged: "Childe teach me to play the flute." She took out a black horizontal bamboo from her sleeve, and said in a low voice, "We won't find out if they are dumb, if the concubine finds out, then I am not afraid, I will walk out of the main hall door early tomorrow morning." ”

When Qu Yi was talking angrily, she took the horizontal bamboo and put it in the candlelight, pointing to one end to show her.

Yuan Lingjun stepped forward to carefully identify it, and two words were written vertically on it: "Fei ......" gritted his teeth and looked at Qu Yi. The last word was so complicated that she couldn't read it for a long time.

"It is made by a musician named Fei Qiong, this is a ring, and later generations call it Fei Qiong Zhen." After speaking, Qu Yi put Hengzhu under her lips, demonstrated it briefly, and then taught her how to play the basket by hand.

Yuan Lingjun is extremely talented in music, Qu Yi taught it once, and she memorized it by heart.

After she played a dumb song, Qu Yi said: "King, the minister has something to say." ”

is so strict, using the title of "minister". Yuan Lingjun held his elbows on the table, held back a smile, and pretended to be serious, "Your Highness wants to speak, and listen to it." ”

"The lord should prepare as soon as possible, and he will meet with His Majesty in Kwai County."

After a brief moment of surprise, Yuan Ling Jun regained his initial calm and did not continue to listen to him and said, "Father Jun abandoned me and left...... Although this was the only way to delay my mother's plan to raise troops, the princess ascended to the pole, and I became a hostage of Changshan Country in Lin'an. "Did you get out of danger when you went to Lin'an? It's just another tiger's den.

King Changshan is not as simple and ignorant as others seem, in the past, some people doubted her life experience and the chastity of her biological mother, and later rumors and rumors gradually disappeared on her appearance similar to Emperor Yuanyou, and people no longer made a fuss about her life experience, so there was a strange saying in the world, King Changshan is the life of the great fortune and noble, this unfounded rumor is said to be obtained because of the physiognomy, but it is enough to make the queen of Lin'an guess frequently, repeatedly tempted, and in the name of giving the best maid to the eyeliner into the Changshan Palace.

The first to see the clue is not the queen and the princess, but Princess Cao, in terms of temperament, Emperor Yuanyou and the six daughters are quiet people, Emperor Yuanyou's heart is like a mirror, no one believes it, King Changshan is good at covering up, and he believes in himself more.

Yuan Lingjun determined one thing. The monarch informed Qu Yi of his decision and plan in advance, and his trust in Qu Yi was far beyond her imagination.

Yuan Lingjun said slowly: "Yu Boyu left a warning, the descendants of the future generations are not officials, to the branch of the Qu generation, the words of the ancestors are useless, Lan Yihou is loyal to the Jin Emperor, the descendants of the generations of high-ranking officials, a glory, Qu Yangong Huangsha buried the bones, the only son changed his surname to Muziqu, and followed Boyu's last order to refuse to be an official. I've been waiting for you to tell me the truth, but I didn't expect me to speak first - Liyang Quyi, you are also Boyu's descendant. ”

Sooner or later, she would know that General Tianbao had just said that those people were always by his side and the king. "The minister is indeed the son of Duke Yan, Qu Yi, who refused to enter the office, Lan Yihou is the uncle." Qu Yi Road.

"So what?!" Yuan Lingjun stroked the bamboo with his hand.

"Why aren't you angry?" Qu Yi frowned. He blamed himself for a long time because he couldn't explain.

What's the use of being angry? Fan Jiang can treat her like a monkey.

Qu Yi took Yuan Lingjun's hand and wrapped her in the crook of his arm, forcing her to look at his face.

There was a look of anger on his clear face, and Yuan Lingjun was stunned, and muttered: "Childe doesn't need to blame himself, I will be the same as my father......"

He lowered his head and snuggled up to her neck, his face brushing away her tears.

Yuan Ling didn't dare to cry, for fear that Fan Jiang's people would hear it. She bit Qu Yi's neck, and her lips moved to her ears and temples and lips, but she was quickly picked up by the other party.

Yuan Lingjun lazily leaned in Qu Yi's arm, she didn't want to let go, this feeling was the first time to experience, it was really wonderful, Yuan Ling, who tasted the sweetness, was unwilling to give up, she was going to sink and fall.

Qu Yi hugged her on her lap, the lips of the young girl in the beginning of development were bright red, her eyes were full of mist, and her confused face was still innocent.

"What's the same as His Majesty, don't doubt it? If the king can do what His Majesty did, it would be a blessing for the ministers, but it would never be a blessing for me. What the king said to me in his chamber was not what I wanted to hear. Qu Yi rubbed her lips with her fingertips, her expression was extremely stern, and a pair of eyes flashed uncertainly.

"Yes." Yuan Lingjun whispered and hugged him hard, as if he was afraid that he would get out and leave.

If it is said that King Changshan is not close to beauty, who would dare to believe it. Qu Yi looked at Yuan Lingjun's red cheeks and neck, smiled gently, and lightly untied her lotus clothes with her fingers.

The wind drips in the ears, the wind rises in the palace, and the ghostly shadows of the trees flow on the translucent lattice.

Fan Guifei came to the dehydration.

This is bad news for the medical women and imperial doctors who serve the noble concubine's decoction, and it is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for a woman who is pregnant and ready to be a mother.

"What did you say at the beginning, how did you confirm that you were pregnant with me, but now you say that it is a bloating stomach, and the guide is misdiagnosed......" Concubine Fan looked closely at the imperial doctor kneeling under His Royal Highness, her eyes glared angrily, and her chest rose and fell sharply.

"Quacks, quacks." She went crazy, waved her sleeves and called the guards outside the palace, "Cut down this hateful old thing, the men will be imprisoned for their crimes, and all the women in the house will be used as palace slaves." ”

The forbidden army moved quickly, dragging the old lady doctor who was struggling and begging for mercy all the way out, and the mournful screams gradually disappeared in the Chongyang Palace.

Fan Qian stood under the curtain and watched for a while, and when Fan Guifei calmed down her anger a little, she put down the black cat and slowly paced in.

"It's all this time, why don't you go to sleep?" Fan Guifei said sharply.

Fan Qian glanced at her stomach, didn't dare to look at it more, and cautiously tentatively said, "What is my aunt going to do?" ”