When the great teacher talks to the emperor, it's all like this.

Seeing Song Ling in the evening of the first month, she was a little happy to see an old friend, and pulled her to greet her, and by the way, asked Qingming what the arrangements were for the master to go out of the customs, and whether he wanted to start the drill ceremony in advance.

"Her Royal Highness the princess is naturally the best if she can go into battle directly."

Songling hinted that she had now started rehearsing the ancestor worship ceremony.

"I still remember the dance steps."

Chu Yue said in the evening, "I have also practiced in the palace these days, do you want to take a look at Songling?" Song Ling was not interested, but nodded in agreement.

She knew that the emperor had deducted it for Chu Yuewan, and she was not qualified to ask or make an evaluation, but she was a little unhappy.

In the past two days, I went to the retreat to explain to the Great Master about the outside world, and I don't know how much the Great Master could hear in that stone cave.

It is said that in the past, the retreat of the Great Great Teacher was the same, but Song Ling was young and had not seen the retreat of the Great Master several times, and this was the first time she had personally experienced it as a messenger, for fear that something would go wrong.

She thought about a lot of things, and silently watched a set of dance movements without accompaniment in the early moon evening.

Those scores have long been engraved in their hearts, and even if they don't play music, skilled witch zhu can understand it immediately.

The movements of the early moon evening are smooth and elegant, and every step is accurately guessed, as if someone is really playing in her ear.

Song Ling saw the encouragement in her heart from no interest, her expression was still not wavering, and she was so satisfied that she was about to blossom.

What's going on, how do you feel like your own baby is out of breath.

No, no, this is a princess, how can it be her own?

Furao Hanxiang couldn't understand it at all, and she didn't know if it stopped when she saw it, Songling applauded Chu Yuewan, and the two of them realized it and clapped their ass.

In fact, on weekdays, when they practice in the house at the beginning of the moon and evening, they can't understand it at all.

Now His Royal Highness is still dancing a set, it can be seen that it is a dance, and on weekdays in the Jiaofang Hall is a repeated comparison of one movement and one action, and it can't be seen as a dance at all.

But because of the embarrassment of Hibiscus and Hanxiang, I always feel that I can't understand it because the mortal body is obsessed with it.

"Isn't that good?" After dancing in the evening of the first month, I said to Songling.

"Very good, Her Royal Highness the princess can really go directly into battle."

Songling Road.

I was very happy to be recognized for a long time in the early moon.

"Your Royal Highness, are you alright? I've heard something going on before. ”

Song Ling asked.

"It's okay, it's been a long time."

Chu Yue said in the evening, "By the way, Songling, I was about to ask you, did the Ferris Tower lose pigeons?" Song Ling's eyes rolled and said: "Every time the pigeon is released to send a letter, there will be something that can't fly back, there is no problem, why did Her Royal Highness the princess remember to ask this?" ”

"I'm ashamed."

Chu Yue said in the evening, "I wanted to say earlier, in the Jingwei Academy, the lord of Jingjun shot a pigeon, and I saw that it was raised by our skyscraper."

It just so happened that a friend of mine liked it, and I wanted to say for her that the pigeon would not be returned. ”

Song Ling pursed her lips, smiling rather than smiling: "It doesn't matter, how many pigeons Her Royal Highness the princess wants, as long as you mention it, the Ferris Tower will take it out." ”

"I'll make up for it."

Chu Yuewan said that she was ready to pay for it, "It's not easy to raise a carrier pigeon." ”

"No need, if Her Royal Highness the princess really wants to give alms, you can throw a merit box."

Song Ling gestured to the huge merit box downstairs, "The money there is directly used for the public affairs of the Sky Tower. ”

"That's right."

Chu Yuewan was ashamed, "If you don't think it through, it will bring trouble to Songling." ”

Songling shook her head to indicate that it didn't matter.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, when Lord Jing shot down the pigeon, was there a letter box tied to the pigeon?" Song Ling asked in time.

Chu Yuewan just wanted to say that there was indeed a letterbox, but she remembered that the relationship between the little uncle and the master did not seem to be good, and it didn't seem appropriate to tell the truth behind the back of the little uncle.

"When you shoot down, it's just pigeons."

Chu Yue replied in the evening.

But to tell the truth, when I shot down, the pigeon didn't have any letterhead tied to it, and I still went back to pick it up.

"Got it."

Song Ling responded thoughtfully.

After Chu Yuewan told her this, it seemed that the task of coming to the Sky Tower had been completed, and she didn't know what to do next.

Since they are all out of the palace, it is better to take a turn from the capital for a while and return to the palace before the curfew.

She said goodbye to Songling, called for Hibiscus Hanxiang, and went downstairs.

was walking, suddenly saw a familiar figure in front of the throne of the Emperor Yingtian, the early moon walked a few steps over, the other party also found her, overjoyed.

"The Third Son."

Chu Yue came to him lately, "How are you doing?" Nangong Miao's three incense sticks hadn't been inserted into the incense burner yet, so she just lowered her head and talked to her: "Everything is fine." ”

Chu Yuewan signaled the three incense sticks, Nangong Miao reacted, and hurriedly turned around to say goodbye and insert it in embarrassment.

"The third prince is now a regular visitor."

Chu Yuewan waited for him to finish his work, and then walked out of the tower gate while talking to him, and walked slowly down to the front steps.

"There's nothing serious to do at home, so it's better to hide."

Nangong Miao said.

Fleur and Hanxiang always feel unhappy when they follow behind, this kid came out halfway, I don't know how long I beat the idea of the little highness, and now the eyes are still straight and rude and only staring at others, that is, the little highness doesn't recognize anyone except the little uncle in the private affairs of his children, and he can't detect what he means, otherwise how can he give your kid a chance to get an inch? "Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read."

Chu Yuewan listened to Nangong Miao's words, shook her head and said common sayings.

"Is Princess Yuning's scripture also difficult to read?"

"Not only is it hard to read, but it's also hard to memorize."

Unconsciously the topic is biased, and the early moon evening also makes a careful comparison: "If you sing, you have to remember a lot, but sometimes the tune is the same, the words are different, and the back will be stringed ......" Her smooth jade arm was waving slightly, and the wide bracelet couldn't be worn on the wrist at all, as long as she raised her hand, it would roll to her forearm, pressing the cuffs out of the folds.

Nangong Miao noticed her special bracelet and said curiously, "Why is Princess Yuning wearing such a bracelet?" He wanted to say "bulky", but after the previous experience of constantly stepping on thunder, his rhetoric finally passed through his mind.

"This was given to me by the Queen Mother."

In the early moon, he ostentatiously held the silver silk blue bracelet and showed it to him.

In his previous life, Nangong Miao had this thing in his hand and got it from King Jingjun, but why did King Jingjun have this? If King Jingjun obeyed his father's dispatch, he shouldn't be the one who cursed himself and the Queen Mother.

The early moon night went around himself again.

She felt that her reasoning was not accurate, so she didn't take it very seriously, just waiting for a better answer.

I happened to go to the capital for a walk, so it was considered a companion, and they kept walking under the skyscraper.

Chu Yuewan looked at Nangong Miao through the daylight, and couldn't help but compare his heart with the appearance of the person in his previous life, Nangong Miao is now a teenager, so his appearance has not changed much later, his facial features are still the same facial features, and his face plate is still the same face plate, but he has a lot of head.

Nangong Miao found that she was looking at herself, but she was embarrassed and didn't dare to look at each other.

"The third prince should have a carriage today."

Chu Yue was about to come to the end of the night and laughed.

"Yes today."

Nangong Miao said, "But my father's horses are still a little miscounted, and many of the horses that came back have scratches on their bodies, and they should have run in some bushes." ”

Chu Yuewan already knew that King Jingjun had arranged for the sycophants to answer outside the city, so she was not very surprised.

Nangong Miao thought that these things would be what she wanted, or that she was happy to tell the prince, but after saying that, she didn't react, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was wrong with what she said.

"The third son has a heart."

Chu Yuewan said politely.

Nangong Miao nodded awkwardly.

The carriage rushed to the front of the steps to pick up people, and when the car was in the evening of the first moon, Nangong Miao suddenly stopped her: "Princess Yuning, a new cake has been made in the house today, if you are not in a hurry to go back, can you enjoy the light and taste it?" Chu Yuewan mentioned his appetite and mentioned other interests, and said with a smile: "Okay! Nangong Miao relaxed this time and watched her enter the carriage, but her eyes involuntarily fell on her bracelet again.

The capital, the palace of Jingjun Palace.

The arrival of the first moon night caught the family a little off guard.