"It's a musician and a kabuki played at the banquet. This year, Yuefu has added 200 more musicians, and the cost is the highest in history. Yuan Lingjun rolled up his sleeves, revealing his warm forearms.

Wang Beihua seriously thought about the meaning of her words, and Huo Min suddenly came over and startled her.

"It's really hot!" Yuan Lingjun unfolded his waist fan in his hand and shook it slowly, "The heat is hard to get rid of, standing under the sun is the most prone to heat stroke, Wang Niangzi will retire." ”

"Yes." Wang Beihua happily obeyed the order and withdrew.

Yuan Lingjun stood under the corridor for a while, turned her head to look at the direction where Wang Beihua left, the slender and slender figure was about to disappear at the end of the purple platform, and the palace people over there had not left yet, she wandered around in place for a while and stood over.

As soon as the emperor came, everyone immediately bowed and thanked the king for his generous gift. The sun rose higher and higher, scorching the purple platform hotly, and one by one it was so hot that it was almost impossible to open its eyes.

Yuan Lingjun waved his fan casually, "Don't kneel, get up and go out of the palace, the outside of the palace is much cooler than the palace." She just stopped by to see, why bother to look like she was facing a great enemy.

As she spoke, she was about to walk away, when a "Liuniang" froze her figure. Yuan Lingjun looked sideways, and there was a plain face in the crowd. She squinted her eyes and looked at this person carefully, the facial features under the scarf felt a little familiar, and after repeated recognition, a young man in cloth sitting on a boulder and stroking the piano appeared in her head.

"It's you, Cui Guan! We haven't seen each other for a long time, and you seem to have changed so much that you almost didn't recognize you. She didn't expect that this Zhong Cuiguan was quite promising, and he was really admitted to Yuefu. She walked through the crowd and walked towards him.

Cui Guan raised her young and mature face and smiled at her, "After a long time, I never thought that Liu Niang was the emperor's majesty, and Cui Guan was clumsy." ”

"Oh, are they okay with your father and mother?" She asked.

Zhong Cuiguan couldn't hide the joy of the reunion, "It's all good, my younger brother and sister take care of my parents, and the minister sends the money home." His Majesty, the minister has married a wife in Lin'an. ”

"That's good, Cui Guan, you have a good life, and you have a family, so you don't have to suffer from it again." It's always kind to talk to him. She reached out to hold his arm, and Zhong Cuiguan was visibly stunned.

The Emperor personally grabbed him by the arm and lifted him up, and his colleagues around him looked at him with envy and jealousy. Some people are even more angry: You Yicheng married his only daughter to him, the emperor and him are still old acquaintances, and God's favor is on him alone.

However, their envy and jealousy of Cui Guan did not last long, and the sudden arrival of the noble concubine brought disaster enough to ruin Miè's future and even her life.

Fan Jiang stood there, unsmiling, beautiful and sharp, with a magical momentum on her, radiating from the inside, which could easily deter everyone.

"Who is this person?"

"It's a musician in Yuefu." Yue Fucheng hurriedly replied.

"It is disrespectful to call the emperor by his name, and he should be killed with a rod. Where are the guards, take him down and execute him. ”

After she finished speaking, two janissaries immediately carried out the order and came up to take the emerald pipe.

Cui Guan bit his lip and looked at Yuan Lingjun, his face pale. It's better to shut up than to say too much in the face of strength.

The noble concubine spoke, and the people around her were in a state of panic, but soon gloated again. What about the rod, who let him have a relationship with the emperor.

Yuan Lingjun's heart sank, his fingers clenched the handle of the fan, and he took a few steps back, "This person is indeed very rude, but I also want to clarify the facts, his name is Liuniang, and he did not call me by my name, my mother is afraid that it will be unfair if she is so cut, who in the palace will dare to speak in the future." But what my mother said is right, there are no rules, there is no circle, and etiquette must be observed, otherwise it will be disordered. Well, let's just teach him a lesson with fifty sticks. ”

Fan Jiang didn't say anything. The emperor has said everything round, what else can she say, and then it is a bully.

"It's up to the emperor." She raised her hand, and the two guards twisted the emerald pipe and brought it down.

The guards pressed the emerald pipe to the stone platform not far away, and fought fiercely, screaming and the sound of sticks one after another. The group of people he worked with cowered in horror, not daring to look that way.

Yuan Lingjun's cheeks fluttered, and she couldn't bear to lower her eyes, and the fan was deformed in her hand. He couldn't avoid this cane punishment, and he was lucky to be able to save his life.

The voice over there was getting weaker and weaker, and it should be over, she summoned Kunjiao, "The Nanzhao injury medicine that Cen Miao gave me, you take it to him." ”

There was a night dynasty that day, she had been absent-minded because of the matter of Cui Guan, Fan Jiang called her several times but did not hear clearly, and she couldn't sleep well at night, and nightmares haunted and entangled several times, and every time Qu Yi would wake her up in time.

"Did you have a bad dream? You're sweating a lot. ”

The maid came in and put on the lamp, and a few lamps illuminated the bedroom.

Yuan Lingjun's face was pale, she covered her forehead, her hair was also wet, she gasped, and her chest rose and fell excitedly. I don't remember exactly what the dream was, but I think the dream was terrifyingly real.

Qu Yi wiped her sweat, from her face to her neck, meticulous and gentle. The bedding clothes were sweaty and had to be changed. He changed her clothes, "You seem to have frequent nightmares when you are sick, and you will not be able to sleep for many years if you continue like this, and you will have a hard time." Mingyu ......" he hugged her shoulder, his eyes moist, "I will do my best to come to the front court to help you." ”

The curtains fluttered, the candles flickered, and the windows must have been open. The careless palace people should deduct her money.

Yuan Lingjun nestled weakly on his chest, "Didn't the son say that he would take me to the Beigong Mountain Palace, I want to go, just say it to my mother to escape the summer, she will definitely agree, only if I leave, she will not be restrained." ”

He hugged him and sat in front of the mirror, combing his long hair, "You have thought of a good way to retreat." ”

The oriole cries softly in the cage, the morning breeze passes through the hall, and the new day does not change anything.

"Childe has thought of it a long time ago, so he will mention yì to the palace. I won't set foot on Beigong Mountain, before the throne is stable. She held his hand and looked at him in the mirror, "Childe, it's almost time, let them come in and freshen up for me." ”

Qu Yi pushed open the lattice fan, and the maid who was waiting for the crested crown rushed in.

This early dynasty is longer than ever, and it is also very worrying. The battle report from the south said that the battle situation was very unsatisfactory, the Jin soldiers had been at a disadvantage, the king of Hetuo was brave and unmatched, the morale of the soldiers of Hetuo was high, and the fighting between the two sides on the border was very fierce. Yuan Lingjun pinched the sweat of the two veterans, and could not be defeated, otherwise Cen and Huyan's families in Lin'an would not end well, and she sincerely hoped that they could do their best to conquer Hetuo and triumph in class.

In the interval between lunches, Lu Yaoxue came to see her and brought the copied silk silk with her. He blushed for the first time, "It's so well written, even if everyone scolded above has my shadow, so angry that I couldn't copy it for a while, and even wanted to burn it, I can't touch my conscience and say that Chen Ju's pen is a sharp blade on paper, no worse than the blade of a real sword, although it can't kill people, but it can punish people's hearts." (To be continued.) )