At this time, Liu Yichen walked over with a solemn face. "Yao'er, Your Majesty said, that barbarian prince, he is such a scoundrel, he just wants you."

Song Zhiyao looked at Liu Yichen and saw the sentimentality in his expression, she couldn't help choking up for a while, and she had nothing to say, so she stood there blankly.

The staff member and the old lady raised their heads together. "What? Where did the barbarian prince come from? Their eyes widened and their faces were puzzled.

Liu Yichen looked at the two of them and hurriedly covered up. "Father-in-law, mother-in-law, nothing happens, it's just a barbarian prince, drinking and making trouble."

The two listened to Liu Yichen's explanation and also smiled. "I'll just say, my Yao'er is such a Shujun girl, where would I know any barbarian prince."

As he spoke, the old shopkeeper lifted the wine bottle and said with a smile. "Brother Huang, my girl from the Song family, I have been bothering you for a long time, my lord is really taking care of you."

Liu Yichen also picked up the wine bottle, poured bright red wine here, and drank it in one gulp. "Old Taishan, where is this, Yao'er, it's my heart."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently hugged Song Zhiyao's slender waist. "Every day without Yao'er, my heart is empty, and I don't know how to live."

Song Zhiyao also smiled and kissed him tenderly on the shoulder. The two of them leaned on each other's fingers, listening to each other's heartbeats, their faces ruddy.

The old man looked at her like this, and his heart became more and more happy. "There is only one only seedling daughter left, who can have such wealth and love, what do you want in this life."

He drank again and again, his mouth bubbling with wine and burping. Song Zhiyao stepped forward and said softly. "Dad, stop drinking."

The old lady was also on the side, patting the old man on the back heavily. Song Zhiyao took a few more mouthfuls of mushrooms and carefully fed them to the old man's mouth.

The old man pursed his lips and tasted the aroma. He pulled the old lady again, and his voice was hoarse, and he talked about the two of them when they were young.

Looking at the two, Song Zhiyao sighed in her heart. "If it were me and my father-in-law, we would be able to be like this when we are old, how good it would be, plain and bland, and I would see the white head."

At this time, Liu Yichen took Song Zhiyao's wrist, and the two hid in a secluded place. "Yao'er, just go hide for a while, and it'll be fine after this limelight."

Song Zhiyao pursed her lips and said. "It's just that I'm a big country, and I want to succumb to such rats, it's like being a thief."

Listening to her words, Liu Yichen smiled helplessly. "Yao'er, this militaristic event is interlocking, it is very complex and subtle, you just need to be patient."

Song Zhiyao thought for a long time and sighed. "Tomorrow night, when this wedding banquet is over, I will go out again, and this will be the case for the rest of my life."

Liu Yichen looked at her, understood himself, and smiled bitterly. "This palace is strictly forbidden, and this wedding banquet will naturally be fine, don't worry."

She walked back, but there was a melodious song and dance in her ears, and a group of guests gathered around to watch. She also stepped forward curiously.

A group of beautiful palace ladies, dressed in short golden clothes, shook their bodies, with many crystal jewels hanging on them, swaying in the wind.

The rhythm is wonderful. Song Zhiyao looked at them, throwing colorful silk in her hand, happily walking together, in the middle of the circle, it was Meng Wenya.

The audience, looking at the performance, clapped their hands excitedly. Song Zhiyao looked at them so cheerfully, and naturally felt very envious in her heart.

She held out her hand and shouted. "Ya'er, I want to come up too." Meng Wenya looked at her, and with a movement of her hand, the silk turned into a colorful knot.

Song Zhiyao grabbed the silk knot and danced her slender figure happily, her singing voice, like the sound of heaven, fascinated everyone.

She wore silk knots in her palms, and writhed with those palace ladies. After a long time, seeing that it was getting dark, they dispersed.

Liu Yichen looked at the two and smiled. "Good Yao'er, I really didn't expect that your dancing posture was so beautiful."

Song Zhiyao stretched out her knuckles, snapped, and flicked on Liu Yichen's forehead. "You are a rough man, you really make a lady, you are about to cry."

Song Zhiyao grabbed Meng Wenya's hand again and said with concern. "Ya'er, you can't do this in the future, the child in the womb is very delicate."

Meng Wenya looked at her and knew that Song Zhiyao was doing it for her own good. Smiled kindly. "Yao'er, after this month, I have to go back to the General's Mansion to stay in bed."

Looking at her belly, it became more and more bloated, and the sound of the fetus moving was heard from time to time. The two of them arrived at Si Baihong's table together.

Song Zhiyao sat at the table and saw Si Baihong, drinking a lot of wine alone. He asked curiously. "Major General, what's the matter?"

Si Baihong raised his head and said with a look of disgrief. "Yesterday's big braids, so rude, if it weren't for Your Majesty, I really want to teach him a lesson."

Listening to his words, Song Zhiyao smiled. "Major General, what the soldiers said is good, when you endure it, you will endure it." He stretched out his chopsticks and held the bear's paw on the table.

She gulped it down, savoring the warm and tender taste. "The baby should be in my belly, eat a few more bites, and the baby will be stronger."

The clear moonlight shone on everyone. Liu Yichen walked up to Si Baihong and whispered. "Your Majesty said, that barbarian, very indignant."

Si Baihong's face twitched. "Such a rude barbarian, I really don't know how to write dead words, even if I send troops, I'm not afraid."

Liu Yichen leaned to him again and whispered a few words. Si Baihong's face changed at first, but soon returned to normal. Just keep nodding his head.

They ate and drank merrily for a long time, and then the two returned to the cave room. Song Zhiyao helped Liu Yichen take off his clothes, and washed his feet with fragrant hot water.

Liu Yichen was pressed very comfortably by her, his muscles and bones were loose, and he stretched his waist. "Tomorrow night when the feast is over, we will escort you to the countryside."

Song Zhiyao also asked curiously. "It's just that just now, Xianggong and the major general, I don't know what to whisper." Liu Yichen waved his hand and said calmly.

"It's not a big deal, it's just some trivial things, Yao'er will go back to the countryside and stay for another month or two, just right, and avoid the summer heat in the capital."

It turned out that the prince with big braids, seeing that he was begging for it in every possible way, the emperor was not satisfied, so he threatened to send troops south to force the emperor to hand over Song Zhiyao.

Song Zhiyao listened to his words and guessed a few points correctly. The thought of the disgusting braid made her breath hold her breath, and her cheeks flushed with anger.

Looking at her expression, Liu Yichen slowly stroked her hair and said kindly. "What's the matter, Yao'er, you're really worried."

However, Song Zhiyao bit her lip hatefully and said resolutely. "If he provokes on the side, he must be allowed to come and go, lose his armor."

Liu Yichen stretched out his hand and stroked. Loved her. "Yao'er, that little trouble, the young general and I can naturally solve it." Song Zhiyao still didn't believe it.

When she arrived, she felt very tired and listless. Rubbing his head, he lay down on the bed, and after a while, he fell asleep.

In her dreams, she saw herself as if she were walking in a dense black forest. The light around is refracted and distorted, and the more you go, the deeper it becomes.

The dream was so vivid that she kept wandering in a daze. After a long time, she broke out in a cold sweat on her head, and she saw the dazzling sun.

She lifted herself up and looked through the window at the feast. "There's only one last day left, and I'm going to have to have a good time anyway."

So, she put on that beautiful red shirt and combed her hair into several lovely rolls. Put on your jewelry and head out the door.

She saw Wang Shuya, sat at the dining table next to her, and ate with a few classmates. Remembering the past, he walked over and sat down.

Wang Shuya looked at Song Zhiyao and said with admiration on her face. "Yao'er, such a grand and luxurious wedding banquet is really wonderful, I'm afraid it is unprecedented."

Listening to her words, Song Zhiyao smiled and frowned. "If it is like this for a long time, it will be better, but in this world, there is less gathering and more separation."

The classmates looked at her with curiosity. After a while, Wang Shuya took out the blue-green fat powder from her small sleeve and handed it to Song Zhiyao.

She looked at Song Zhiyao and said. "I've been here for a long time, and I haven't had any gifts, just this small box of foundation, which is not worth much, just a lot of affection."

Song Zhiyao pinched the foundation in her hand, stretched out her fingers, and delicately wiped the nail polish. The warm sun, the bright green, very bright.

She stretched out her fingers, looked at her nails, and smiled. "This fat powder is really a good thing, when it comes to the nails, it is delicate and silky, and it is so comfortable."

Listening to her words, those classmates also laughed together. "Yao'er, the rights and wrongs of the past have all been turned over, we just hope you are good."

Song Zhiyao's mood suddenly brightened, and she remembered the happy past. She didn't move her chopsticks, but walked to the side of the banquets, and walked in turn, saluting.

The guests, seeing her like this, also chatted with her. Song Zhiyao is generous and has a beautiful temperament, and the guests respect her very much.

Before you know it, it's dusk. A ray of dark red sunlight shone on her face. Those palace maids also came to clean up the leftovers.

She walked to the door and saw off the guests. Everyone walked to the gate, saluted her, said two words of blessing, and then slowly left.

When the guests left, Song Zhiyao looked at Hou Qu and ran over to pull her. "Madam, hurry up, the imperial brother and the young general have already been arranged."

Song Zhiyao walked to the secluded back door of the palace, quietly pulled the curtain, and got in. "Madam, don't be silent, the prince of the Pine Desert is nearby."

She plunged headlong into it, and she didn't dare to come out. In the distance, the pigtails, riding horses, smelling of alcohol, indiscriminately stopped the passing cars.

Hou Qu was nervous, waved his whip, and struck at the horse. A braid, with a long stick, went in the direction of the carriage and stopped hard.

Hou Qu shouted loudly. "Who are they? How dare you be so rude! He pulled the horse hard, and with a clatter, knocked the braid straight under the horse.

Seeing this, Prince Songmo brandished his scimitar and rushed towards the carriage. After a long while, Hou Qu shook them off and went to the mountains and forests.

It turned out that this was a deep hut with lush fragrant flowers and plants on both sides. She walked down, and below, Liu Yichen hugged her.

Song Zhiyao took a big breath of fresh air, feeling very comfortable. "Xianggong, why is that?" Liu Yichen said. "It's private and safe."

She looked around and found a cute big white dog, chained, fluttering with its paws and barking. Two more cats walked by.

Liu Yichen stared at Song Zhiyao and hugged her. "I'll be here tonight, and I'll be with Yao'er for the rest of my life." The two hugged again.

At the same time, Prince Songmo looked at his entourage, his head was smashed in half, and he screamed in anger. "Shameless and hateful Dongsheng."

As he spoke, he shook his braids viciously and scolded. "Tomorrow morning, we will go to the palace, carry the corpse, and let the emperor give an explanation."

In the early morning of the next day, as soon as the light shone on the steps of the palace, the braided men, carrying the corpse and weeping, crashed straight into the palace.

The emperor was also upset, he sat on the dragon chair, looking at the braids. "Guys, what's the matter? So early, I came to the temple to see me. ”

Prince Songmo did not kneel, pointed to the corpse, and shouted angrily. "Your Majesty, my entourage was unreasonably knocked to death, I am indifferent, I want justice."

The emperor also knew what happened yesterday, and said impatiently. "It's just that they stop cars outside the palace and have accidents, which is normal."

Hearing the emperor's words, Prince Songmo's eyes widened, and he turned his fist to go up to the dragon chair. He was blocked by several palace guards with spears.

The emperor looked at him, sweating on his head, and tried his best to restrain him. "If you have anything to say to me, please be happy."