New Emperor Yuan and four years

The woman in a red official uniform took off the black gauze hat on her head uprightly, she did not hold the cumbersome bun like ordinary women, she was still a girl who had not come out of the pavilion, and a soft ebony hairpin tied her hair. She raised her eyes, her eyes were as bright as stars, but they were not as shocking as a pool of stagnant water, "Uncle's relics are all for you, I want to go to Yangzhou." ”

The man in front of her was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, and when he heard the words, he hypocritically politely retained, "Yo, Qin Xiang, this huge country can't do without you, Qin Xiang loves the people like a son, and without you, you are not missing the pillars of the country." Besides..."The man sneered, "Qin Xiang's boss is not small, and he has not yet started a family, so no one can control you, why, do you have the idea of marrying?" Just choose one in the capital, which one do you fancy to show you, do you have to go to Yangzhou to find something stunning? Let me do my part, cousin. ”

Qin and Shu glanced at him lazily: "What are you doing to me, huh?" I said, I'm going to Yangzhou. Song and Yuan, yin and yang, it is difficult to become a big weapon after all. Qin and Shu said this calmly, thinking that Song Yuan would be furious, and waited for a while, but only listened to Song Yuan endure his anger and say word by word, "I, know, Tao, it's over." Qin and Shu glanced at him in surprise, lowered his eyes randomly, and said lightly, "Grown." He chuckled and turned to leave.

"When are you leaving?" Song Yuan's voice came from behind him.

Qin and Shu paused, "Very soon." With that, he strode out of the imperial study.

Qin Youshu didn't see or expect her big cousin, who was weird and yin-yang, the smile on her face suddenly expanded and expanded uncontrollably the moment she turned around, but her tone was calm, as if nothing had happened. Song Yuan made a gesture, several people in black knelt on one knee respectfully, and Song Yuan laughed weirdly. A few people received the order, and disappeared as when they came.

The Lord's Mansion of Qinglang County.

Three steps and a pavilion, five steps and a corridor, the corridor waist is back, and the eaves are high pecked. This is the residence of Qin and Shu, the most favored county lord of Qinglang County, the best location in the center of the capital, and the first emperor did not give it to any prince, but to the daughter of his deceased sister, the county lord of Qinglang.

"County Lord, shall we leave tonight?" The maid Qingluo asked. Qin Yu smiled and pinched the little cheeks of the green radish flesh, "I'll go, you won't go." ”

Qingluo suddenly knelt on the ground, her voice trembling, "Jun... County Lord, don't you want green pomelos again? ”

Qin Youshu was silent for a moment, sighed, and touched Qingluo's head, "Qingluo... If you follow me, you'll die. ”

Qingluo raised her head suddenly, and for a moment the mist blindfolded her eyes, "Yes... It's Your Majesty...""Qingluo! "Qin and Shu stopped.

Qingluo lowered her head, "Qingluo lost her words." Qin and Shu didn't speak, only heard Qingluo say faintly, "But in the end, Qingluo's life is yours, what is the future, please bring Qingluo." Qin and Shu's red official robes had already been changed, and after a while, Qingluo only listened to her master, "Go back and pack your things, and leave after the third watch." Qingluo kowtowed and thanked her, and hurriedly went to pack her things.

She didn't hear her master's words as light as the wind: "Silly child..."

Silly child, Song Yuan is used to having a small belly and chicken intestines, and it is difficult to take on big things, as soon as I go to Yangzhou, I will be blown away by wind and rain, and I will die for a lifetime. Those who should have killed me and those who should not have killed me should have come out. But if I have a little heart for the sake of the people of the world, if I go here, I will die and have no life, or I will do the last thing for my uncle.

Qin Youshu looked up at the sky, Song Yuan would never understand why his uncle would rather let her be in charge of the country than let any of his sons sit on the throne in peace, Song Yuan was chosen by her, if... Alas, how could it be his turn?

"Qinglang Thirteen Guards, disbanded on the spot after my death, no revenge, no chaos, from the moment I die, you will be free."

Qin and Shu's voice was clear and distant, with unquestionable and absolute obedience.

She looked in the direction of Yangzhou, calming her unwilling scheming heart. If this happens, what does it matter about this wealth and prosperity and thousands of flashies?

I am Qingdu Shanshuilang, and the Heavenly Sect divides and is crazy. (Note: Song Zhu Dunru's "Partridge Heaven. Western Capital Works)