She knew that Yun Yi was deliberately stabbing her.

Oh, you're angry, aren't you very powerful, if you have the ability, continue to endure it, and never ignore me.

Ping Yao thought that she could do it without caring about Yun Yi.

It's a pity that when she saw that beauty coming across the threshold with a smile on her face, Ping Yao's steady breathing sank a little unconsciously.

She couldn't help it, and she was going to ask for an explanation.

Why do you want to do that to her?! She has lived in this world for so many years, and no one has ever treated her like this.

When the beauty returned to the Suqing Palace, she began to cry to Yun Yi.

A pair of apricot eyes with tears rippling, and tears on the delicate face are vertical and horizontal, looking like pear blossoms with rain.

Yun Yi was quietly half-lying on the soft couch, quietly waiting for her to finish crying.

Then, he whispered: "She scolded you?" ”

The elegant sound is like the spring water of a mountain stream.

Two tears rolled out of the beauty's eyes: "That's right, she insulted the slave." ”

"She still threw things to the ground?"

"That's right, she doesn't even take her master seriously."

"In the end, he threatened you to pick up your things, or else you would be punished for the crime of running errands?"

The beauty cried and trembled: "That's right, she threatens the slave maid." ”

The beauty said, looking at Yunyi with teary eyes, full of anticipation. He'll help himself out. After all, he was insulted.

Yun Yi smiled faintly.

Laugh, laugh what laugh? Although he looks good when he laughs, shouldn't he be angry at this time?

Yun Yi sounded in the hall with a few ethereal voices: "So, is she really angry?" ”

Does this need to be asked? Otherwise, I wouldn't have thrown things on the ground.

However, the beauty frowned and looked at Yunyi.

His stuff is discarded, but he looks happy?

It's certainly a pleasure to make your opponent angry.

The sun was slightly slanting, and the midday heat gradually dissipated.

Ping Yao changed her clothes and prepared to meet Yun Yi. She and Yun Yi are both people who don't want to embarrass themselves. Even if it is a banquet, it should be placed in the coolest afternoon.

When I opened the door, I heard the eunuch's sharp voice from the courtyard: "The emperor has arrived." ”

Where Ping Yao lives, through a moon gate, you can see the main gate of Kunhe Palace in the distance.

Sure enough, I saw a group of palace people walking in surrounded by people wearing dark clothes embroidered with gold-rimmed dragon claws.

Emperor Dachang.

Ping Yao entered the palace for more than half a year, and this was the first time he met Emperor Dachang. Because it was far away and surrounded by so many people, Ping Yao didn't see Emperor Dachang's appearance clearly.

But she could still feel the man's icy breath coming through the scorching summer air.

Emperor Dachang, the eighth son of the first emperor. The personality is gloomy and violent, likes luxury, is not liked by the first emperor, and he left the palace at the age of fifteen to be named the king of Beiyang.

The rumors are true. Ping Yao just glanced at it from afar, and knew that Emperor Dachang was a person who was not easy to get along with.

Ping Yao closed the door and went back to her room.

Lin Yuanxiu was looking at the list submitted by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The shadow of the flowers in the vase in front of the table is thin, and the green smoke curls on the incense burner in the middle of the palace. In front of the ice basin of blue and white porcelain, a palace maid stood to fan her. The only thing left for the silence of the hall was the sound of the air moving.

Probably because the hall was too quiet, when the sound of the eunuch reporting came from outside the palace, Lin Yuanxiu was in a trance.

In this trance, several years have passed.

He's coming.

Lin Yuanxiu raised his head, still holding a long list in his hand.

Outside the blurred door, a dark figure slowly entered. Just like when they first met many years ago.

The light and shadow gradually receded as he stepped out of the halo, and the outline of his figure was obvious. But I just couldn't see his face clearly. Like many times, she saw his vision in her dreams.

The palace ladies in the hall saluted silently. Then he left silently. That's their rule.

He finally stepped out of the dazzling light, and a face from memory appeared in her field of vision.

Lin Yuanxiu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him.

After not seeing him for many days, his eyes were a little colder, and his facial features were a little deeper. But it's still the same as it used to be, so similar.

"Queen."

Emperor Dachang's voice was as cold and deep as his eyes. If the voice is corporeal, then his voice must be a piece of ice.

Lin Yuanxiu was awakened by this cold voice. The past qiē was also frozen in an instant.

I don't know why every time I see him, I think of the past, it was a long, long time ago. Actually, it wasn't that long, two or three years ago. But when she remembered it, it was even more vague than the memory she had when she was a child.

It's probably like a world away.

Now that it's over, don't think about it.

Lin Yuanxiu's face was clear. She got up and went to greet Emperor Dachang.

The red floor-length skirt slowly slipped over the green jade bricks, and Lin Yuanxiu walked in front of Emperor Dachang, looked at him without hesitation, and bent down to salute.

Before he could bend down, he was knocked down by Emperor Dachang head-on on the green jade ground.

The porcelain white skin is close to the transparent jade surface, a little cool, and a little painful. Lin Yuanxiu's face was calm.

It won't hurt because of these injuries. The pain in my heart is even worse, and those injuries are gone.

Lin Yuanxiu got up, as if it was early in the morning, she greeted the first rays of light, with sleepiness on her face and the nobility soaked in her bones, she got up gracefully and waited to greet others.

She is proud at all times. Whenever.

Even her face had a crimson bruise.

Emperor Dachang looked at her heavily. As she was about to bow down again, she struck again.

Lin Yuanxiu fell to the ground again.

This time it was even worse, and there was a heavy blow to the arm, as if the bone was out of place.

However, Lin Yuanxiu's face did not show half a point. Get up calmly. Salute.

Emperor Dachang grabbed her neck.

Lin Yuanxiu was pampered, and his body was as slender and weak as all nobles. When he was pinched by Emperor Dachang's neck, it was like a slender lotus flower, which could be broken with a slight click.

But she wasn't afraid.

Looking at Emperor Dachang, whose eyes were dark, Lin Yuanxiu smiled faintly. Like the clouds and mist of distant mountains, ethereal and illusory.

"It's hot and irritable, and it's not good for your health that the emperor is so angry."

Lin Yuanxiu spoke softly, although it was difficult to speak, but the words were clear.

"Slut, I don't need you to care about me." Emperor Dachang opened his mouth in a deep voice.

Lin Yuanxiu smiled softly: "Naturally, you don't need me to care, but the person you want to be cared for is dead." ”

Emperor Dachang was really angry and threw Lin Yuanxiu out of his hand. He had learned martial arts, and Lin Yuanxiu was like a leaf, lightly thrown by him on the pillar.

A streak of blood flowed from the corner of Lin Yuanxiu's mouth, more vivid than the red clothes on her body. Lin Yuanxiu took out a handkerchief and wiped it gently, looking at the bright red blood on the snow-white handkerchief, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.