Ci'an got up slowly and said to Emperor Dachang: "It's late at night, so it's better to come here." ｗＷｗ。 しwχS520。 ｃｏＭ”

Emperor Dachang was worried, so he nodded: "Listen to the Queen Mother." ”

Today, I don't know how many times I have been overlooked, I just want to die here.

She had been on her knees all night, and her legs were unconscious.

However, there is not even a single person who pays attention to her!

With a sense of resentment, Wangque spoke again: "Father, please agree to the request of your son!" ”

I knew that there were so many things happening tonight, and Wangque didn't want to mention it today.

She's just trying to propose.

Emperor Dachang looked at Wangque.

Wangque knelt on the ground and looked straight at him.

Emperor Dachang looked at Qinghe at the same time.

After so many things had happened, Qinghe's face was still calm and indifferent, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her. She sat there quietly, looking at Yiqiē calmly. No sorrow, no joy.

Emperor Dachang used to like Wangque, a talented daughter, very much, but now he thinks that she is stingy at home.

Emperor Dachang got up and said coldly: "Yun Yi is the crown prince of Da Zhou, and this is not something I can decide. ”

That's it, don't agree.

Wangque's body shook.

Yun Yi refused, and it was fine.

Someone is making trouble, it's fine.

But even Emperor Dachang said no.

So what does she do?

Wangque's originally upright and slender body suddenly softened. Lost souls knelt there.

The other two princesses, seeing that Wangque was rejected, knew that they had no chance.

The princess in the hall saw Wangque's appearance, both sympathetic and pitiful.

Ping Yao was indifferent and didn't react at all.

If the assassination of Emperor Dachang hadn't happened, she might still have taken out a trace of sympathy and sympathy.

Emperor Dachang waved his hand and said that the banquet was dismissed.

Hundreds of officials bowed and shouted long live.

But this shout is not at all the light-hearted and high-spirited of the feast.

Ci'an didn't wait for the call to pass, and he had already left first.

Emperor Dachang then left.

Lin Yuanxiu also got up. When she turned around and walked to the side hall, she paused and looked back at Ping Yao.

That glance was faint.

fell in Ping Yao's eyes, but it was extremely heavy.

Ping Yao knew that Lin Yuanxiu must have thought that the person who had just assassinated Emperor Dachang and then framed her was Ping Yao.

Ping Yao felt aggrieved.

Obviously she didn't do it.

It's all clouds.

Ping Yao looked at Yun Yi indignantly. Yun Yi only left her with a shadow dressed in white.

I'm.

Ping Yao walked to the middle of the hall and helped up Wangque.

Wangque still looks lost and depressed. She didn't say anything, just supported by Ping Yao, and walked slowly.

A typical state of broken love.

But Ping Yao was in no mood to comfort her.

She's still worried about her own business.

Yun Yi was caught off guard and calculated her, she must calculate with him.

Ping Yao followed Wangque to a dark place. In the corner, Chiguri stood there and nodded at her.

Ping Yao's figure flashed, hiding in the darkness.

Qianli had already quickly made up for Ping Yao's original position.

Ping Yao stood in a shadow, took out a small bottle, poured the medicinal juice inside on the handkerchief, soaked the human skin mask on his face with the medicinal juice, and tore off the mask little by little.

In the TV series, the protagonist is exposed, and the chic tear off the mask to reveal his true face, which is all a lie.

If you tear off the mask stiffly, the pain will be similar to the nose strip that tears off the blackhead.

Ping Yao hadn't used that, but when she saw her friend tearing it, she cried wolf and peeled it off alive like a skin.

Ping Yao didn't dare to try lightly.

After recovering his face, Ping Yao walked back to the light.

She walked in the direction of Kunhe Palace. On the way, I heard people talk that Emperor Dachang went to Kunhe Palace.

Ping Yao stopped.

Emperor Dachang is in Kunhe Palace, so she can't go back now.

Just right, go to Yun Yi Xingshi to ask for the guilt.

Dachang Palace is a lonely prosperity after the end of the song.

There are lanterns along the road, and the red lights are shadowed on the ground, one after the other. On the road are palace maids or concubines in a hurry, their heavy makeup and gorgeous clothes, which are particularly dazzling.

Ping Yao walked to a water pavilion. On both sides of the pavilion are splendid flower trees, on which red silk flutters in the wind. The beautiful scenery is reflected in the sparkling water below, and the mirror flowers and water moon are dreamy.

On the flashy water pavilion, a light white figure. In this gorgeous scenery, the figure is extraordinarily quiet.

Isn't it Yunyi?

Ping Yao slowly went to the water pavilion. The wind blew her red dress and danced in the night.

The breeze blew through the pavilion, carrying a burst of wine.

"You're here."

Qingling's indifferent voice came from the silence.

Yun Yi looked at Ping Yao with a faint smile in his eyes.

The candlelight shook on Yun Yi's face, and Ping Yao looked at the smiling pupils, and her heart was suddenly hit by a gentle blow.

"How did you know I was coming?"

Ping Yao's voice was clear, like the sound of water underneath. But with a delicate tenderness.

How do you know?

He designed Lin Yuanxiu, so it's strange that Ping Yao didn't come, right?

How could she ask that?

Yun Yi's gaze swirled around Ping Yao's face, and then retracted it.

Ping Yao had already sat down across from him. The red light veil hung from the wooden railing and fell to the surface of the lake, blown by the wind.

Yun Yi picked up a pot of wine and threw it to Ping Yao.

Ping Yao caught it steadily.

"I didn't drink at the banquet, come here to make up for it."

Ping Yao unsealed the mud and took a sip of the wine in the pot. Thick and slightly spicy, with a strong aftertaste.

"Happy." Ping Yao's eyes lit up.

Seeing each other is a wine invented by Su Yu. The name of the wine comes from a poem by Su Yu.

This kind of wine comes from an elegant source, and it is brewed by Su Yu, although it is sold at a high price in the market, but it is loved by some talents.

Yun Yi said: "Ten years of aging. ”

"Who are you fooling, Su Yu has only been famous for four or five years, and it was only popular to meet each other the year before last."

Ping Yao took another sip and put the flask in her hand. "However, I'm here to ask you for an explanation."

"Did you send that assassin at the banquet?"

Yun Yi took a light sip of wine, looked at the night in front of him, and replied calmly: "Yes." ”

It's a really infuriating attitude.

Ping Yao endured it, then suppressed the anger in her heart, and continued to ask Yun Yi: "Why?" ”

Yun Yi looked at Ping Yao suspiciously, his eyes were as clear as a handful of snow: "Why did I do this, you don't know?" Let Emperor Dachang discover the incompatible relationship between him and the queen, and then use me out of the palace to impact the queen's power, isn't this the idea you have been fighting? ”

The gaze was too cold. Ping Yao's heart was a little cold as the snow melted.

"But that's enough. By doing so, you are clearly putting the queen in danger. Emperor Dachang thought that the assassin was found by the empress, and he would not let her go. ”

P.S. Probably tomorrow, it's going to be on the shelves. The first order is especially important for the author, and I hope you can support ~>