Walking out of the palace, Donghua hurriedly greeted her, Ruyue handed her the holy decree casually, and turned to look at Gonggong Yuan behind her: "As the chief eunuch, how can you let the emperor covet women at will?" I don't know where the warbler Yanyan came from in that room, if she hurts the emperor's body, what if she hurts the emperor's body? ”

Gonggong Yuan was startled, and hurriedly knelt down: "The slave is bitter, the saint does not allow the slave to take care of it, and if he cares more, he will cut off the head of the slave——"

He pretended to be very sad, sad, knelt on the ground and cried a handful of snot and tears, and then suddenly woke up: "The emperor clearly ordered the servants to clear all the beauties out of the country, saying that he was afraid that the princess would be unhappy when she saw it, how did the princess know the truth?" ”

Ruyue secretly had a sense of proportion in her heart, but she still kept a straight face: "Don't talk nonsense, how can the emperor meet the minister like this?" And how to issue the edict? It is said that eunuchs mislead the country, so isn't the holy will you guessing randomly? ”

"The minions are wronged!" He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, "The emperor refuses to go to court." The jade seals are all in the hands of Lord Yuwen, and the emperor has not issued any edicts for several months—"

All this is completely clear, but Ruyue still pretends to be angry: "How is this possible!" Yuwen Chengdu watched being grounded for half a year! ”

"The minion really doesn't know what to do! If Lord Yuwen's mind is guessed by the minions! The Holy One will not hand over the jade seal to him! It's just that the servants serve the saint day and night, and they really saw the emperor hand over the jade seal to Lord Yuwen with their own eyes. Yuan Gonggong knelt on the ground and cried vigorously, babbling non-stop.

Ruyue led the winter flower back to the Moon Pavilion with a worried face, and after a while, his ghost crying wolf howl was faintly heard in the distance: "The slave is really innocent——"

"The slave maid is afraid that the prime minister is a wolf's ambition, so the princess might as well persuade Princess Xuan not to go, so as not to cause trouble." Donghua said worriedly to Ruyue.

"That's not quite true." Ruyue said, "If you want to learn from Cao Mengde to coerce the Son of Heaven to order the princes, I am afraid that I have made a mistake when I look at the wishful thinking." Half of the world in the Great Sui is the credit of the saints, is it a straw bag of mermaid meat? And no matter how powerful the wolf is, he doesn't dare to fight the idea of sleeping with a lion, I'm afraid that we can't afford to provoke it now, even if Xuan'er likes it, let's go to the wolf's den. ”

"The slave doesn't understand." Donghua said, "But the slave and maid believe in the princess, if the princess says that it will be okay to go, it is the Longtan Tiger's Den, and the slave and maid are willing to go." ”

Winter Flower's eyes shone with sincerity, and Ruyue was moved again: "Winter Flower-" Ruyue couldn't help but reach out and said that she wanted to touch her face.

She smiled and dodged over: "The slave maid has not read the book, and the words can only write her own name, the slave maid only knows that the princess is sincere to the slave maid, and the slave maid should hurry up and tell Princess Xuan the good news, so that she can be happy!"

Looking at the figure of Donghua hurrying away, Ruyue suddenly realized that whether she was happy or sad all these years, the only one who accompanied me was her.

Ruyue looked at the sky, the morning sun was rising, the ancient bell in the distance was shining quietly in the sun, and the saint had not rang the bell for a long time. In the distance, the palace maid who passed the food returned with a smile, and saw that she hurriedly knelt down, and there was a hurried eunuch beside her who hurriedly asked for peace and hurriedly walked away. Ruyue suddenly missed the young man who was smiling and looking at me with a pastry in the early morning in Taiyuan - this evening, the sky was rendered extraordinarily red, and the old hens outside the house seemed to see the unevenness of the world, and they were particularly irritable "clucking", Qin Shubao stood in his own room and wiped his double mace, and his father's clothes were hanging in front of him. It's just that he went on a pilgrimage to see him, and he was arrested by Emperor Wen as a different party, and after arguing a few words in dissatisfaction, he was killed by Yang Lin on the spot - he firmly believed that with his father's martial arts, he would never be captured, and he was probably a foolish loyalty who had to die if the monarch wanted to die.

"Bang bang bang" A tall figure stood outside the house, Qin Shubao was obviously still trapped in his memories, and said in a hoarse voice: "Please come in." ”

"Mu Qingyang was dressed in a green shirt, carrying two pots of good wine in his hands, his figure was trapped in the afterglow of the setting sun, and there was an indescribable beauty;" I haven't drunk alcohol for many days, I don't know if I can enjoy my face? ”

"Of course."

Before the words were spoken, the man who came closed the door with a good attitude, sat down unceremoniously on the wooden stool, took two upside-down wine glasses from the celadon plate, and filled them with wine.

"I've always wondered, how did you guess my identity?" He had already regarded Qin Shubao as a brother, and if he deliberately approached, he would definitely break his heart.

"Maybe it's the first time, maybe it's Zi Mo asking me if I've heard the story of Yang Ruyue and Mu Qingyang." Qin Shubao was also not polite, raised his wine glass, and drank it all, "My father has been strict with me since I was a child, if I practice for less than four hours every day, I am not allowed to eat, and it is not necessary to say that the Qin family's method is famous all over the world, but it has been passed down for hundreds of years, but I am not your opponent——"

After that, Qin Shubao poured himself full again and drank it all: "But I invited you to live in my house, not because of your identity, although I also have doubts, but you appeared here, changed your name and surname, presumably the legend of the former Qingyang who won the world has died in the hands of Emperor Wen, you are just my admired brother, Mu Jiao." ”

Mu Qingyang pursed his lips and didn't speak until Qin Shubao was already slightly drunk, and he spoke: "I believe in you, you are my brother, I am willing to shed it." ”

"Really?" Qin Shubao knew that he had planned to scribble incognito all his life, and did not want to intervene in the struggle for power.

"I think, Satsuki is afraid that she is in a hurry." He still spoke lightly.

"What about Samago?" Qin Shubao couldn't help but blurt out, and for a while he felt that it was not appropriate, so he hurriedly defended, "In the end, under the same roof, I naturally-"

"Haven't you always been the one who wants to take care of him?" Although Mu Qingyang looked stupid and stupid, he saw it in the end.

Before the words fell, Qin Shubao immediately blushed to the root of his ears, and he couldn't say why.

Mu Qingyang stood up, put away the empty wine bottle, and looked solemn: "Be kind to others." ”

“——”

After saying that, he walked out of the house.

Sama had just come out of the corridor and was about to return to the room, and when he saw Mu Qingyang coming out of Uncle Qin's treasure room, he was about to step forward and ask him what he was going to do.

But before she could take two steps, she saw Mu Qingyang, who had always been unsmiling, stretched her muscles and bones for a long time, took a deep breath in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the corners of her mouth rose upward, revealing a smile she had never seen before.

The young man's eyes are bright, and the woman can't compare, his side face shines in the sun, so hopeless.

Until Mu Qingyang walked away, Sama Ge did not ease his senses, and she had a vague premonition that his smile must not be for herself, but for the legendary Yang Ruyue. It was early summer, and I felt cold like never before.

They are going to meet, they will grow old happily hand in hand, what about themselves? How can you be good? I was moved by the sky and moved by the drops, but I never moved him.