The twilight approached Baling County, and the inky leaves rattled. The palace people were dressed in colorful clothes, and they hurriedly shuttled under the corridor, holding various styles of household goods in their hands.

"How can that be, what the hell are they doing?" This situation has occurred for several days in a row, and Kunjiao has long been unable to hold back.

"I guess I'm preparing for the dormitory. It was autumn again, the year of the female official music work test, and I heard that the noble concubines were going to change a group of young palace concubines to come in. She could only learn about family affairs from the palace. Yuan Lingjun rolled around on the mat, continued to flip through the book with half of his face on his face, and probably saw something interesting, holding his stomach and giggling and rolling.

Kunjiao was puzzled: "What the lord said is that the palace maid let the family go down?" ”

"Hmm." Yuan Lingjun climbed to the front of the food table and picked up half a piece of suckling chicken, "The inner palace is empty and deserted, and it is good if there are many people, we can play the Tibetan hook game together in the future." ”

"There are such things. Isn't it...... Lord! Kunjiao walked up on her knees and asked in a panic, "What do you want to do to the lord and the princess?" ”

"It is not known whether I will replace my confidants and cronies." Yuan Lingjun covered his mouth with his sleeve and said with a smile, "Isn't that lonely really a caged bird?" ”

"Lord!" Kunjiao couldn't help but scream.

"Don't shout so loudly." Yuan Lingjun plucked out his ears.

When did the lord become self-defeating? Kunjiao was overwhelmed with grief and indignation.

Yuan Lingjun wiped the oil stains on his lips, ate a plate of dried meat, drank two bowls of fruit pulp, was in a very good mood, held a silver chopstick in one hand, knocked the dishes very skillfully, and sang a song "Yan Ge Xing".

"The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, the grass and trees are shaken and the dew is frost, and the swallows return to the south. Thinking about the gentleman and the guest, thinking about returning to his hometown, what is the intention of drowning and sending others......" She paused and looked at the sky. It was already dark, and the moon was climbing up the treetops.

“…… Xinghan flows west at night, morning glory and weaver girls look at each other from afar, and they are alone to live up to the river beam. Kunjiao, go and call 90,000 in. ”

Kunjiao accepted the eating table, gritted her teeth in grief and indignation, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye. How is it good to go on like this, the noble concubine must have bad intentions, deliberately turn the monarch into a real waste, and then realize her ambitions and display the so-called ambition of governing the country. But as a maid, there is nothing she can do, and the only thing she can do is to be by the side of the lord at all times.

When she was about to say what she had been thinking about for a long time, Yuan Lingjun had already taken the six Bo Bo tools and carefully lined them up a few days ago.

Kunjiao was indifferent. "Lord, this is not the time to play Liubo." Kunjiao suddenly knelt down at her feet, thinking that the lord who had once sung the praises of the horses in all directions was now in prison, and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

"When is the right time? Don't talk nonsense, go call him. ”

The lord didn't look like a joke at all, so Kunjiao had to put away her tears and walked to the door to call for 90,000.

After 90,000 was summoned, he rushed to the palace, and when he saw the equipment and ** on the case, he understood the intention of the lord to summon him.

With burning incense as the time limit, the two of them played against each other for nearly an hour, and they lost 90,000 games. According to past experience, all 90,000 are winning, and Yuan Ling is a often defeated general. Ninety thousand was puzzled by this, but Yuan Lingjun clapped his hands and laughed, "Ninety thousand, Lone finally won you." "Anyway, take the other party's color to your side.

The winner will not be the winner forever, there will always be times of negligence, and the loser will not always lose, she is constantly improving. The sovereign should have been prepared for this. Ninety Man smiled with relief.

The moonlight shone brightly, shining on Yuan Lingjun's back through the window paper, lining her back unusually straight and resolute. "Ninety-thousand, it's time for us to leave for Lin'an, get ready." Yuan Lingjun said calmly.

"What else does the lord command?"

Yuan Lingjun stared at the branches swaying left and right in the courtyard threshold, rubbed his hands, and slowly breathed a hot breath: "The autumn night is cold, and the lonely will not be able to sleep." You are here tonight with Kunjiao, and you want to go out to see your son, so that no one can find out. ”

Kunjiao came over to tie her lotus coat and button up her hat.

The wind was blowing in the palace, and the withered leaves were falling, paving every path covered with moonlight, and the Yuan Spirit quickly shuttled through the panicked path, stopping at an unobtrusive palace.

"She thought the Lone Society wouldn't find it."

Yuan Lingjun secretly laughed at Fan Guifei's contempt, broke open the window of the apse, and was holding the wide skirt and crawling in, a pair of dark green and strange eyes shot straight over, she hurriedly lowered the window, waved her sleeves to expel her, and the black cat jumped up instead, bluffed her, and retreated to the bushes under the porch.

"Don't be afraid, there are ministers."

When he saw a person bathed in the moonlight, Yuan Lingjun patted his chest in fright, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Go catch this nasty black cat." ”

By the light of the candlelight, Qu Yi read the entire letter word for word. Zhen Chuanting said in the letter that His Majesty planned to issue an edict of abdication, although it was not called, he had sent a henchman messenger to Changshan day and night, and ordered the king of Changshan to immediately set off into Beijing to congratulate the new emperor on his ascension to the pole, and estimated that when the king of Changshan heard the news and set off, His Majesty would officially announce the abdication and go south to the palace to recuperate.

"Where was the letter found?"

"Found under the candlestick." Tianbao didn't know what was written in the letter, but it must be something that could not be said casually.

Qu Yi sneered, twisted the letter paper into a long strip, and approached the candle: "Who is the person who sent the letter, Tianbao knows?" ”

"The villain does know." Tianbao said, "They are by the side of His Highness and the Lord, all the time. Can Your Highness tell the villain, what exactly is written in the letter that shocked you so much. ”

The flames swished, and sparks splashed down in all directions, reflecting on Tempo's calm eyes.

Qu Yi pondered one or two times, and said softly: "The handwritten letter of Zhen Wangshi." As for the contents of the letter, I cannot say it explicitly. ”

The palace couple are actually tired of power, but they are locked in by power. Looking at the candlelight of the bean-sized bean, Tianbao fell into thought.

The moonlight casts the figures of the guards guarding the main hall on the door, and a column of soldiers patrols around with their weapons, but there is a slight movement in the apse.

"Your Highness......"

Qu Yi raised his sleeves to stop Tianbao and motioned not to make a sound.

"Did you see anyone passing by?" Outside the hall came the voice of the soldiers asking in a loud voice.

"It's wrong, it's probably the black cat raised by Fan Shiyu." One of the guards replied.

The sound of the soldier's footsteps gradually faded away, and just as Qu Yi relaxed his vigilance, he suddenly remembered the conversation between the two of them, and sure enough, there was a cat meow in the direction behind him, followed by a "creak" of the window.

"The Lord must have come." Tempo held the candlestick up to find out, and reached over with one hand to hold it.

"You stand down first." Qu Yi took over.

Yuan Lingjun rode on the windowsill, tugging at his skirt while gesturing to the people outside the window, signaling that he could leave.

"Mingyu?" A voice rang out in the darkness.

"Yes, it's me."

Yuan Lingjun hurriedly responded. He didn't light the lamp at all, and here he had the moonlight on his back, and he couldn't see his fingers. Yuan Lingjun groped his way forward, twisted his left foot, and hit his head on the copper candlestick.

Qu Yi walked with a lamp and candle, and the candlelight illuminated a grinning face.

"Come here." Qu Yi stretched out his hand to pass.

"Hmph, she thinks she won't find where you are if she doesn't tell me."

Yuan Lingjun covered his forehead and grabbed Qu Yi's warm big hand. Qu Yi smiled at the little girl who was covering her head and was aggrieved, holding her to sit down on the mattress in the living room, Yuan Lingjun grinned, and the next moment he kicked off his shoes, hid his feet in his skirt, and stretched his cold hands into the sleeves of his robe, absorbing warmth willfully.

"It's warm where you are, and the palace I live in now is no different from the cold palace."

It turned out to be borrowing a kettle, so don't expect her to have other thoughts. Qu Yi put the candlestick and put one hand on Yuan Lingjun's forehead, "It's a little cold, is there any major problem with your body?" How did you come out when you were so thin? He tightened his tentane grip on the lotus coat.

"It's okay, I pretended to be sick and lied to her. It's just so cold outside. She put her hand to her mouth and pressed it more tightly against Qu Yi.

"It's not winter yet, why are you so afraid of the cold?" Qu Yi shook his head helplessly, hugged her in his arms, and gently rubbed the red marks on his forehead.

Yuan Lingjun pushed his hand away, stared at the sad eyebrows in front of him, and arched his head from the lotus clothes: "Kunjiao said that I am a snake spirit, and I am naturally afraid of the cold." ”