"That's the kind of problem!" Jiu Mingmei sneered, "You mortals, you have been entangled for thousands of years, and you have no head. ”

Rujin was stunned: "How do you say this?" ”

"The things of the world are nothing more than the word 'profit' for mortals, and for the people of the royal family, they are just a word 'power'. Unfortunately, Feng Yilang stood at the top of the power, and when he got used to it, he became more and more inseparable. Jiu Mingmei raised her eyebrows slightly, smiled, and played with her soft long hair in her hands, "If he really loves you, how can he be willing to kill you?" Even if there is really a place for you, but you finally lose in the word 'right', then this seat is just a rotten straw mat, don't do it! ”

"Then why is he so good to me now? I...... I...... This bracelet ......"

"It doesn't matter if he is because of the bracelet, or because of the skin of Rujin, he is good to you, but after all, he can't resist his power and your life."

After saying that, Jiu Mingmei lowered her head again and concentrated on dealing with the hair in her hand. Why is her hair so difficult, she simply lost her hair, recited a trick, and flashed for a while, which gave Rujin Pan a flowing bun.

Rujin hugged the pipa in her arms tightly, her lips were a little pale, and what was reflected in the mirror was still a tangled beautiful girl.

Today, a song "Shocking Clouds" came up and shook his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys. If his good life hadn't been shattered...... Oh, believe me, he will call you tonight. At that time, let him tear his heart and heart, or let him go and break yourself...... It's all up to you. Jiu Mingmei leaned down, her face lightly pressed against the side of Rujin's face, her fingertips swiped up and down on her neck, and her voice was light and cold, "I just want your blood and tears to remember." ”

The neck trembled from the coldness of the fingertips, and the skin had a layer of goosebumps, Rujin nodded slightly: "Yes, Nine Girls." ”

The time for the debut soon came, and the girls were dressed up and smiling, and they were beautiful. All kinds of musical instruments are carefully clinged to by them, as if a musical instrument is a life.

Gu Yiping instructed the candidates to line up in the order of the eldest and youngest, and walked towards the small pavilion in the cloister. The girls bowed slightly, their hearts were very nervous, and they secretly glanced at them from time to time, and suddenly they were fascinated by the dark blue figure in the middle of Wangshu Pavilion.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is magnificent, with a righteous and majestic atmosphere, even if he stands among officials and nobles, he is still so extraordinary. It's just that on this hot day, it's still covered in a big hat, so don't you panic? No matter what, in front of the top appearance, it doesn't matter if you wear more or less.

A strange creature stood beside the prince, dressed in a purple robe, with a large hat on his head, and the edge of the hat spread out the lower layers of purple veil, covering his face. Oh, isn't it that the purple sweet potato has become a fine and comes to join in the fun?

The purple sweet potato essence seemed to be very talkative, and kept chattering beside the prince:

"Is the royal brother hot?"

"Is the royal brother thirsty?"

"Brother Huang, will you sit?"

"Brother Huang loves me and I don't ......"

The prince made a straight face and scolded sharply: "If you say one more word, I will order someone to throw you out!" "Well, I really don't have any affection.

"Brother Huang's temper is too big, he wears a lot, can he be good?" The purple sweet potato essence grinned, not caring about the other party's impatience, and leaned over the face wrapped in purple yarn, "Whoever can dispel the royal brother's irritability after a while, I will definitely reward her heavily!" ”

It's not that Feng Yilang doesn't like this younger brother, but disgust - extreme disgust! The younger brother's arrogance and lasciviousness, greed for alcohol and lust, and shamelessness and skinlessness are all despised by him.

As the crown prince, Feng Yilang naturally knew that his younger brother could not win the love of his father and the emperor like this, and he could not win the love of the ministers and the people, and there was almost no obstacle to his throne.

If you are a prince by someone else, you may feel that you have a younger brother who has no future, which is quite safe. However, for Feng Yilang, who regards himself as a righteous and dignified orthodox member of the royal family, Feng Qianji's own existence is an eyesore nail, a shame, and a stain, which sticks to his father, him, and the entire royal family, and cannot be removed. He really hoped that 13 years ago, the barbarian girl of the Great Wilderness would not have appeared in Dandu, and he had never sent this younger brother to his father.

"What's wrong with your face?" Feng Yilang had already heard that in recent days, the eighth prince's handsome face had failed, and he was wearing a purple gauze hat all day long, and he had reached the point where he didn't dare to see people, so he deliberately asked such a thing.

"Well, no, it's just mysterious." The purple potato was sneering, and he helped the hat, (~ ̄▽ ̄)~ quietly touched the side and gaged with General Park.

At this time, the girls had already come to the pavilion, saluted the crown prince, the eighth prince and the guests, and then found their respective seats and sat down under the guidance of Gu Yiping.

In this round of music, the girls sat on the bank of the clear stream, and a luminous cup filled with fine wine, which slowly descended from the upstream and flowed past the girls. Whoever is ready, takes a cup, drinks the wine, and plays another song.

The arrangement of this flowing water is also elegant.

When the first cup flowed, the girls were so nervous that no one wanted to pick it up and be the first to come out. Bian Kuxian smiled, picked up the wine glass, drank it calmly, and played the guqin. The sound of the piano is sonorous and distant, just like her people.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Ruofen, Mo Xu, Duan Li'er and others also shook their wine glasses and played a song. The guests present were all fascinated by this graceful music, and called it "wonderful".

Feng Yilang is also a person who understands music and rhythm, and he can judge that the girls' skills have reached the point of perfection, even compared with the most famous musicians of the dynasty, they are not inferior. However, his appetite for music has long been nourished by the good songs in the palace, and among the songs, there has not yet been a wonderful sound that tickles people's hearts.

Jiu Mingmei blinked, made a trick, and threw it behind Rujin, and immediately showed a small shadow with a ponytail. Sure enough, as soon as Feng Yilang saw the little shadow, the whole person was not good, his face turned blue and white, and he was sweating profusely on his forehead, which was a posture of dying of anger.

"The time has come." Mingmei smiled brightly.

Rujin received this message, stared at the luminous cup flowing from the upstream, and stretched out his hand to pinch it. But before she could hold it, the luminous cup was suddenly snatched by Feng Ziying, who was sitting on it.

Feng Ziying took a sip of the wine, and then lit up the bottom of the empty glass defiantly, and then introduced her own repertoire to the prince and the guests, then raised her hand to caress the strings of the zither and played.

The small shadow should not appear for too long, otherwise it is easy to arouse suspicion and fall short. How can the moment be fleeting, but the glass is cut off?

Rujin pursed her pink lips and looked sideways slightly, wanting to ask if Mingmei had changed her plans.