Liufu on the side had already knelt down next to the ancient painting fan without any thought, and opened his mouth to plead guilty with the ancient painting fan.

Emperor Chunyuan didn't seem to have the heart to pay attention to everyone's exclamations and pleas, his eyes looked straight at Mu Ya's fingers, and he remembered what he had said when he went to Qianhe Palace a few days ago to hear Mu Ya playing the piano. He said that he liked this piece the most, but you lacked a little bit of strength.

And every time he gets up from the Thousand Lotus Palace, the backache on weekdays will all magically disappear. Is it because of this that her hands are like this?

That night, she lowered her eyebrows and sang:

If you can't see each other, it's better to miss it

The lamp is gone, and I don't get tired of it

If you want to pay the strings, the breeze is your companion

…

She said: Although the favorite woman in the emperor's heart center cannot always accompany the emperor. But if you are concerned about each other in your heart, even if you are separated by heaven and man, you can hear the murmur from the person you love the most. The woman the emperor loves the most must also hope that the emperor can spend his life happily, instead of tormenting her for love and being sad for her for the rest of her life......

Such a transparent woman, as a victim of the court, only now did he realize that he had pity for her.

Emperor Chunyuan collected his thoughts, reached out to hold Mu Ya's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Go to Xuan Taiyi!" ”

Immediately the eunuchs ran out of the garden.

As soon as Emperor Chunyuan picked up Mu Ya, he walked outside the pavilion, stopped and looked at the ancient painting fan that was kneeling deeply in place, and said in a deep voice: "The ancient painting fan of the palace maid in front of the palace has been reckless and arrogant recently, and has repeatedly rushed into the master, punishing him to kneel here, and he is not allowed to get up without my order. With that, he strode away.

Mu Ya was shocked when she heard this, and suddenly wanted to speak, but through the shoulder of Emperor Chunyuan, she saw the ancient painting fan lying on the ground desperately shaking her head, and the pleading and determined look in her eyes made her unable to say anything anymore. He only closed his eyes forcefully and buried them deep in the chest of Emperor Chunyuan.

"Your Majesty! Forgive your sins! The slave is willing to wait for Sister Fan'er to be punished, Your Majesty! But it was Liufu, who was kneeling on the side, begging bitterly. But Emperor Chunyuan strode away and never looked back. Li Xiuwen also frowned and looked at the ancient painting fan and slowly shook his head, then sighed heavily in his heart, and strode away with Emperor Chunyuan.

Concubine Qi and Concubine Yaxian naturally understood about Yiqiē in their hearts, and only frowned and stared at the ancient painting fan, and then left with Emperor Chunyuan.

It wasn't until Emperor Chunyuan and his entourage disappeared into the heavy snow that Liufu squatted on the ground and looked at the ancient painting fan that was kneeling quietly in a trance.

The left hand hidden in the sleeve was scorchingly painful, and the ancient painting fan spread out his palm and laid it flat on the cold ground, which made him feel a little better. It doesn't matter what others are saying or what they think of her. Her plan has been accomplished, and she is prepared to bear all the consequences.

Chunyuan Lan Ye looked at Mu Ya who was taken away by Emperor Chunyuan in a daze, and his heart turned a thousand times, and he looked back at the ancient painting fan kneeling on the ground. Striding forward, stretching out his foot to kick her.

Suddenly, the three figures stepped forward and immediately stopped him, and the leg kicked out was blocked by Chunyuan Lanxu's legs, and Chunyuan Lanmu stood in front of the ancient painting fan, looking at the out-of-control Chunyuan Lanye with dark eyes.

Chunyuan Lanqing grabbed Chunyuan Lanye's arm and said in disbelief: "Fourth brother! What are you doing? ”

Chunyuan Lan Ye snorted coldly and said, "Of course, it's a lesson for this slave who doesn't know how to be humble!" Who lent her the guts to be so reckless! ”

"Enough! Fourth brother, it's not her fault, her body is just right, and it's inevitable that she will be a little powerless! Chunyuan Lan Qing shouted sharply.

Chunyuan Lan Ye sneered, and said in a sinister manner: "Unable to do it? I think she is very heartfelt! I'm afraid that she has already calculated in her heart, and a dog slave dares to be so presumptuous, she really deserves to die! ”

"She's not like that!" Chunyuan Lanqing said angrily.

"Your Highnesses, don't pretend to be here anymore!"

Suddenly, a sneer came from behind everyone. But it was an ancient painting fan that didn't know when to straighten up and look at it coldly.

Hearing this, Liufu was stunned and quickly pulled the sleeve of Lagu's painting fan.

Chun Yuan Lan Mu and Chun Yuan Lan Xu turned their heads and frowned at this sneering, somewhat strange woman.

Hearing this, Chunyuan Lan Ye sneered and said, "Listen to what she's talking about?" Sixteen brothers! ”

Chunyuan Lan Qing was arguing with Chunyuan Lan Ye with red eyes, working hard in his heart, and just wanted to do it. was forced to look at the ancient painting fan in disbelief by this sarcastic sentence.

There was a sneer on the corner of Gu Huafan's mouth, and he spoke again: "Your Highness the Seventh, you said that the slave and maid don't know how to be respectful and humble, and recklessly bumped into Concubine Rou, but you care about her and love her, so you spoke out to teach the slave and maid?" ”

"What nonsense are you talking about!" When Chunyuan Lan Ye heard this, he was shocked in his heart, and then he realized that he was a little impulsive.

The ancient painting fan sneered and said, "Since it's not, why are you so excited, do you have any ulterior secrets!" ”

"You talk nonsense! Where is there any ulterior secret for His Highness? Don't be disrespectful to you, you dog minion! Chunyuan Lan Ye said sharply with cold eyes.

At this moment, Gu Huafan only felt extremely calm in his heart, and he was also very happy and unrepentant for Fang Cai's decision and sacrifice. The man in front of her was what her sister thought of in her heart, and she didn't hesitate to take her life for him, lost her body, ruined her reputation, and lost her children. But sister, take a look, look at the face of the man you love the most. He is so scared at the moment, afraid that his relationship with you will be exposed, afraid of others accusing him. He is the person you love, a hypocrite who dares to be a dare not be!

Touching the sneering gaze of the ancient painting fan, Chunyuan Lan Ye felt as if some secret had been probed for a moment, and under those clear eyes, he had nothing to hide. Suddenly. He stumbled and strode towards the outside of the pavilion, and in the blink of an eye he had disappeared into the snow.

Gu Huafan didn't look at his back and fled, because she would only feel disgusted.

The others only felt puzzled when they looked at this scene, frowning at the ironic arc of the corner of the ancient painting's mouth, only to feel that something seemed to have quietly changed at this moment.

Chunyuan Lanqing stared at her eyes and stepped forward to the ancient painting fan, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know what you're talking about?" Look at your look, look at people's eyes, your mean words, and your handprints on my face. Ancient painting fan, how did you become like this! ”

How did she become the way she is? She also wondered how she got to be like this.

The sarcasm at the corners of his mouth slowly faded, and all that was left was indifference.

The winter wind hit, and the chill eroded her body, and she only felt a chill in her heart.

"You speak! Ancient painting fan! Chunyuan Lanqing squatted down and looked at her at eye level, her eyes staring straight at the indifferent face of the ancient painting fan, and the roots of her teeth itched with hatred.

"Sixteen!"

Chun Yuan Lan Mu scolded sharply, walked to the front of the ancient painting fan, pulled Chunyuan Lan Xu away, reached out and took off his robe and wrapped the ancient painting fan tightly. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the www.biquge.info (qidian.com) of Biquge to vote javascript:void(0);

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