"My husband doesn't love me anymore?"

"Empathy, don't fall in love?"

"It's been a lie for so many years?"

Seeing that people's expressions were getting higher and higher, he said calmly: "Maybe..."

Pulling the placket of his clothes, "Smack!" slapped him and said angrily: "Negative man." ”

Qin Cao, who was beaten, touched his heart, there was no feeling at all, how could he talk about being negative?

Seeing this, Jin Ya said gently: "It hurts here again?" Seeing that the person shook his head and was relieved, she was afraid that he was the one who could awaken her memory.

As long as he can't remember, it's the little sheep that she slaughtered, and the phoenix in this person is so beautiful that she is so stupid that she can't help but smile, "I'm sorry, it's my subordinates who are heavy." ”

She wanted to take advantage of the opportunity but was evaded, "Give me back the fan." He pleaded.

"Yes, you kiss me!" She smiled pleasantly, and liked to see him begging for help the most.

Hearing this, the phoenix's eyes were dyed with sorrow, and she looked at the person in front of her in confusion, and made a final decision between various trade-offs, "Since this is the case, then I choose to become a monk." ”

After that, he got up and got out of bed, and the female apprentice who was blocking the door could not stop him, as long as he wanted to go.

A man behind him sat on the ground in dejection and shouted, "Don't try to awaken your memory, or you'll die soon!! ”

He tried the corner of his lips and went straight to the chain bridge, and strode away without looking back.

However, he knew that his important thing had fallen here, and that was the crimson fan.

But I can't kiss her, if I can, why bother to become a monk?

Just as he was looking for a temple and shaved it and put on a robe, a carrier pigeon flew and landed in his hand, opened it and looked at four words: the master mother left Beijing

Qin Cao didn't know what he meant, where did the inexplicable letter come from, and he flew out directly, and the white carrier pigeon flew back to Tianyi to resume his life.

He was also blasted out because of this, the six roots were not clean, and the Buddha Gate was not accepted.

Seven Kings' Mansion

In the study, a person focuses on a picture of a beauty, the person in the painting, watery eyes, slightly red, shaped like a peach, long eyelashes, slightly curled tail, but unfortunately the faint veil almost covers the entire face, making people peep but itchy.

"How?" He didn't look away, and asked lightly.

Jane's guard, who was standing at the door, replied as usual, "No, I haven't left the palace yet." ”

Qin Qiyang waved his hand and sat in front of the bookcase, she couldn't afford to stay in bed for a month, and after entering the palace, she cut off the news, but there was no bad news, indicating that she was still alive.

That's fine, he didn't dare to bother, he was afraid of her excesses, and even more afraid of her resolute words.

"Brother Huang?"

As soon as Qin Xi entered the door, he saw people sitting there like out-of-body souls, and glanced at the easel next to him, which used to be covered with dust, but today he saw it and realized that it was not the imperial sister-in-law.

"Well, why are you here?" Huishen asked.

"There is a palace banquet today, the imperial brother...", he wanted to tell him that the imperial sister-in-law had been prepared, but now he didn't know how to speak, and the two of them who respected each other like guests and raised their eyebrows were just appearances.

"yes, got it."

After that, get up and drop the dust, today's Qin Qiyang is no longer the original merry prince, and today's Qin Xi is not the taciturn prince of Nanyang.

On today's palace banquet, the ministers were puzzled, and the concubines were puzzled, why was this not a festival?

Xiao Chujian shook his little head, looked left and right, rubbed his eyes, looked right and left, how could there be two good-looking uncles?

Qin Xi enjoyed the singing and dancing on the stage alone at a single table, drinking wine from time to time, and the court musicians on the side played musical instruments, silk and bamboo orchestras, melodious and eloquent.

A song, a dance, and a look, so freely narrated and intoxicated, but suddenly was pinched by a hand in the face, the pain came and looked sideways, puzzled: "Why? ”

Raised his hand and brushed off the little hand, covering his cheek, whose naughty boy is this?

"Alas, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Nine Emperors, forgive your sins." Yang Huixian turned her head and saw this scene, and hurriedly got up and hurriedly stepped forward to apologize.

Qin Zixiao sat beside her with a little tilt, now she is five years old, today is her birthday and the forgotten Eternal Festival, the emperor's birthday.

Turning his head to look at the brother who was brought back by his mother and rescued, he said dejectedly, "I'm just looking to see if he's a fake..."

It sounds like a very aggrieved but how can you offend for no reason, fortunately, the Nine Emperor Princes are not to blame, Yang Huixian put the person between her and Qin Ziyu, so as not to be careless and not know where to go.

At this time, one person left the table, and the last finale dance was the seven-colored water sleeve drumming, like a dance.

Seeing the person get up, "Lord, where are you going?" Concubine Jia said with concern, seeing that he didn't seem to be interested, and said in a deep voice: "This king is walking alone." I had to give up.

At the moment when his back disappeared in the middle hall, the drums sounded in unison, joyful and brisk, with the rhythm of the drums, the steps outside the door were light like swallows, and he stepped on the stage, a person wearing an ink tie-dye long skirt, one foot on the ground, and his arms stretched out back and forth, resembling fencing, which was actually drumming.

I saw that the water sleeve was waved by the dancer, and the two drums on opposite sides were sounded in a straight line, and then he withdrew his hand, and then the four accompanying dancers took the stage...

The palace music accompaniment under the stage, the stage is also playing, sometimes stopping, sometimes shaking the sky, near the end, gradually high-pitched and excited, the drums sound in unison, a person in the center of the stage is spinning, slowly landing, the water sleeves are floating in the air, like a breeze blowing the clouds, the ink dress is floating in the air, like looking at the rivers and mountains.

Jun Tian Guangle, swaying people's hearts, this dance name says: the country is picturesque!

At the curtain call, Seven Colors slowly stepped down from the side, and saw the person sitting upright, covering his side face as if he was aware of her gaze, and also looked at the light.

But I happened to see the person behind her, isn't this the treasure he picked up?

Fang just rubbed her face and watched the dance without taking a closer look, and her makeup was a little too old today.

"Ahem!"

With a light cough, Xiaobao immediately came back to his senses, and at this time, the master and the others had already left, and hurriedly lifted the skirt and went off the stage to chase.

"Be careful!"

I saw that the Nine Emperor Princes leaned forward to support the dancer who was about to fall on the table, and the four eyes met, and the dancer pounced on him in a panic.

The two of them are shaped like arched bridges, their dresses fall on the food plate, stained with vegetable soup, food stains, and wine, which are dirty and embarrassed.

She saw the red marks on his face, and immediately got up and turned around and ran out.

After ending this little episode and dispersing, Concubine Jia came to the carriage outside the palace, and she didn't see the Seventh Prince or the Nine Emperors.

In the Heyue Palace, a shadow is reflected in the window, and the bathtub is lightly relieved.

Outside the bathroom door were two palace maids, both dressed as embroidered girls.

As soon as the person entered the huge bath, he disappeared, and Qin Qiyang left after a while.