The night is destined to be unpeaceful.

The yin and yang of the twilight of the year urge the short scene, and the frost and snow at the end of the world are cold.

The snow has stopped, the night is silent, the courtyard is deep... The moonlight shrouded everything in the world with a hazy veil, the goldfish in the pond swam in the ice, Misu sat quietly on the stone bridge, she lowered her head and stared at the jade cicada in her hand, the tails of her eyes were fluttering, a dark shadow was reflected under her thick eyelashes, the night breeze ruffled her sideburns and hair, and her pale skin was almost transparent in the moonlight.

The demon attendant who was patrolling the night, crossed the tortuous hexagonal stone road, saw Misu, and hurriedly saluted respectfully.

At this time, Ling Yue walked over from the vermilion lacquer corridor, holding a cloak in her hand, with a clean and lovely smile on her lips, and her steps were brisk, it seemed that the poison on her body was fine.

She sat down lightly next to Misu, put the cloak on Misu's shoulder, smiled slightly, and said gently.

"Senior sister, why don't you sleep yet."

Misu sat quietly, silent, quiet and terrifying.

Ling Yue sighed slightly, put her hand in front of her eyes and shook it, her eyes fell on the jade cicada in her hand, and the jade cicada was faintly carved in the shape of a bird, and she couldn't help asking

"Does it have a story?"

I think the person who can make her so distracted should be the person she loves the most.

Hearing this, she moved, her curly eyelashes trembled slightly, her expression darkened a little, and a bleak sneer suddenly appeared on her red lips.

"Story, maybe..."She rubbed the jade cicada with her fingertips, the pain in her eyes flashed and disappeared... A little depressed.

I still remember that the snow was very heavy that day, and the snow was like the petals of a foggy tree, falling in unison, so cold, but so warm...

He was drunk and lay on the incense floor, his head resting on her lap.

His outline, as deep as a knife and axe, is almost perfect, as if meticulously drawn by the pen of a god.

She was fascinated, and the voice came from above, too light to be lighter, almost dissolving into the endless twilight.

"I really want to turn into snow, so that it can fall on the shoulders of His Highness......"

He opened the extremely beautiful Danfeng eyes, which seemed to flow with brilliance, and he was slightly drunk, and slowly sat up, his lips hooked up with a smile that turned the evil spirit of all beings upside down, making her heart sway, and he was quite playful.

"What if Hongu holds an umbrella?"

"Then it will fall on His Highness's oil umbrella and carry the moonlight all the way."

"Then the main palace will whisk away the snow......"

"Then let His Highness brush it off, and it will be enough to stay in the palm of His Highness's hand for a moment."

His eyebrows furrowed, and his charming phoenix eyes burst out with a scorching light, as if she could pick up the starry light as soon as she stretched out her hand.

"Su'er ......"

"Your Highness."

He took a pair of yin-yang jade cicadas from his waist, took one and put it in her palm, and held her hand with his backhand, the scorching temperature tightly wrapped her, as if she was about to swallow her bones.

"Do you know that this palace was very happy when I first saw you, you take this jade cicada, it's... It means a lot. ”

The girl's cheeks blushed, her eyes seemed to be soaked in a honeypot, and she pursed his lips emotionally, and lowered her head softly.

He was stunned, the pink on his cheeks erupted like a sunset, and he leaned over to cover the girl's moist lips......

That night, the night breeze was like spring, gentle and gentle.

Ahem, ahem...

The memories came to an abrupt end.

She coughed violently suddenly, her hands trembled, and her breathing began to rapid; She gasped heavily, as if someone was strangling her neck hard, her skin was faintly red, her throat swelled, and she hurriedly took out a brocade to cover her mouth and nose.

Lingyue was frightened, her voice was crying, and she yelled urgently.

"Senior sister, what's wrong with you."

"Qiuhao, quick, quick."

Qiu Hao came over almost instantly, and it seemed that she had been waiting quietly in the dark and had never left.

Qiu Hao took out a delicate jade bottle from the placket, poured out an ice pill, and hurriedly handed it to Mu Su, who put down the handkerchief and took the ice pill, and after a while, his breath gradually returned to normal.

The handkerchief in her hand was stained with blood, and it was a miserable red in the moonlight, stinging her eyes.

Lingyue's eyes were full of shock, and she was more distressed.

"What the hell is going on, hasn't it been several years since Senior Sister was injured?"

Qiu Mao's eyebrows darkened his heroic spirit, and a touch of sadness floated.

"Master, she... Time is running out. ”

Lingyue seemed to be struck by thunder, she was stunned, her eyes turned red almost instantly, tears were hidden in her eyes, and she trembled.

"How come, didn't Master say that although you are deeply poisoned, the blood flow in your body is strange, as long as you take the Luo Jiang grass on the top of the South China Sea once in a hundred years, you can detoxify."

"Master Lingyue, although Luo Jiangcao can detoxify, but he seals the dantian to block his luck, and from now on he is not allowed to practice martial arts is equivalent to a wasted person, the master has unspeakable secrets, and he has not told you that he is afraid that you will worry."

"So, do you not hesitate to risk your life for the sake of practice?!"

Misu's body trembled, and for a long time, his weak voice was hoarse

"Lingyue, I'm sorry."

The sound like a gentle breeze slowly fell into Lingyue's ears.

Lingyue pursed her lips tightly and didn't speak, looking at Misu's miserable white skin, her blood-fading face finally couldn't hold back, and tears remained on her cheeks.

"Tell me, how much longer."

"One year."

"Enough, I still have a year to be with you."

Lingyue Rouran's voice trembled violently, as if an extremely thin needle pierced her heart, stabbing Misu's heart violently, and after that, she turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor without looking back.

The night gradually opened.

The next day, the warm sunlight shone through the hollow window on the carved bronze mirror dresser in the house, the light and shadow were mottled, the dresser was only a wooden comb in addition to the mask, and the charcoal fire that had burned all night in the carbon basin was covered with soot, and the warm fragrance was diffused.

Misu turned over and sat up from the bed, her obsidian eyes were filled with a layer of water vapor, blurred smoke, she slept too late last night, and when she woke up, she was already three days old, she was sore, beat her thin waist, couldn't help yawning, slowly got up and took a coat and draped it over her shoulders, walked to the bronze mirror and sat down.

The woman's black hair in the bronze mirror is like lacquer, scattered on her chest like a waterfall, the light is recognizable, and the neck is as white and delicate as clotted fat, but it reveals a bit of morbidity.

She smoothed the folds on the collar of her bedgown, and her gaze stopped at the silver drop mark between her brows. It faintly emitted a white light, flickering and flickering, like a divine breath. She paused, her glossy fingertips caressing the imprint.

Who is she, why is there an imprint between her eyebrows, and why are her memories of before the age of six like they're gone? At that time, she had an inexplicable power in her body, which she couldn't control on her own.

Later, after falling off the cliff, the master personally adjusted her meridians to practice martial arts, and the power in her body was like a flood opening the floodgates, spurting out of control.

However, in retrospect, since she is back, her identity has to be checked, and some people have to pay the price.

The creak of the wooden door made a heavy ring.

Two maids walked in with copper basins, one with a copper basin and the other with a silk handkerchief, and bowed to Misu.

"Please clean your face."

Misu retracted his thoughts, turned around and took a handful of water to clean his face, a faint fragrance of roses wafting from the copper plate, which was pleasant, and his eyebrows were together, and he couldn't help but raise his head and ask.

"What is this?"

"Back to the young palace master, it is rose gardenia juice, and the master of Lingyue deliberately mixed it into the pure water."

"Lingyue?"

"Yes, Master Lingyue has been busy in the kitchen all morning."

The corners of Mu Su's mouth twitched subconsciously, and a bad premonition suddenly rose.

You must know that Lingyue is the master of the kitchen who does not touch the spring water with ten fingers.

After waiting for the maid to clean her face, she asked them all to retreat, and the maid gently put the charcoal stove on the dresser, and then retreated.

Misu put on a mask, remembering that he would enter the palace later, so he wore a dignified and pure palace satin snow silk cloud-shaped thousand-water skirt, and the black hair was rolled up in a bun at will, and a hairpin was obliquely inserted.

When I looked up, I saw...

Lingyue was trying her best to stuff chopsticks into Qiu Miao's hand, Qiu Miao's hand pushed hard, her face was wrinkled like a fold, and her eyes suddenly lit up when she saw Mi Su, and she said hurriedly.

"Master, I still have something to do, so I won't eat lunch."

As soon as the words fell, the person disappeared.

"Hey, hey, what, is it that unpalatable." Lingyue muttered, questioning herself strongly.

Misu swept the table of "hearty" lunch, coughed dryly, and comforted.

"Yes, Lingyue will cook."

"Senior sister, you finally woke up, try it, I made it myself."

She looked at Misu with a blank eye, Misu sat down at the table with hesitant steps in her watery gaze, and Lingyue diligently brought the dishes and chopsticks to the table.

Misu picked up the bamboo chopsticks and struggled to pick a more normal one, the salted duck eggs were as sweet as honey, and the crystal dumplings were thick and round like moon cakes.

"Ahem, this..."

"Master."

The sound of Qiu Hao came from his ears again, and Misu put down the bamboo chopsticks, as if relieved.

Qiu Hao stepped in from outside, his eyes were full of joy, holding a carrier pigeon in his hand, the carrier pigeon was tied to the bamboo tube in the garden, Qiu Hao took out a roll of yellow paper from the bamboo tube and handed it to Misu with both hands.

Misu unfolded the paper scroll, the handwriting on the paper was vigorous and powerful, flowing smoothly, and for a moment, a wicked smile appeared on Misu's lips, and he said coldly.

"He's back."

At this time, the voice of the maid sounded outside the house.

"Young palace master, someone from the palace is waiting for you in the front hall."

"I know, just say I'll go immediately."

"Yes."

"The news in the palace is really well-informed, and I found out where the master lives so quickly." Qiu Mao Road.

"I wasn't going to hide it."

Mu Su burned the paper, and instructed Qiu Hao to take the mist bead that covered the breath, and by the way, the role of the haze bead is mainly to cover up the internal force of the martial arts practitioner, to prevent the power from being probed out by those who have a heart, as the saying goes, know this and know that the other is invincible, so how can you let others know the depth of power?

She was about to leave, remembered something, stopped and turned to Lingyue to encourage her, Lingyue rekindled her fighting spirit, and then got up and went to the front hall.

Suddenly, the sky was clear, the afternoon sun was extraordinarily bright, shining on the body like a pool of hot springs, the snow began to melt, and the snow slid down the wing corners of the eaves, ticking and ticking.

Everything was so peaceful and calm, as if last night's thrill was just a mirage, a phantom.

After the stone bridge, from the corner of the vermilion lacquer corridor to the front hall, not far away a eunuch wearing a blue-gray sleeve python robe stood on the bluestone steps, he held a whisk in his hand, on his head two magenta skillful crown, thin eyebrows and long eyes, the fine light was hidden, and four or five young eunuchs were waiting behind him.

It is him, Han Yue, the head of internal affairs, who is an ordinary eunuch in the Zhao Inner Palace, is called a young eunuch, and the python robe and the Qiao Shi crown are symbols of the status and rights of the inner palace, either the head of internal affairs or the great eunuch, Misu once saw him once when Bai Chengjin was by his side, and he was deeply impressed.

"The people's daughter Duan Suyan has seen her father-in-law." Misu smiled softly and stepped forward to curtsied.

Han Yue's eyes swept lightly, his expression lit up, as if he was amazed, Han Yue bent his waist slightly, his thin eyebrows were smiling, and his voice was sharp and soft.

"The girl is polite, the queen mother heard that the girl has been tired all the way, and her body must be tired and tight, so she will send our family sedan chair to pick up the girl into the palace, and let our family talk more, others will not have the blessing of the girl."

"Su Yan thanked her father-in-law here, and her little heart is not respectful, and I hope that my father-in-law will laugh." The smile on her lips was just right, the sun shone on her white teeth, she glanced at Qiu Mao, Qiu Mao understood, and took out a heavy bag of silver from the placket of her clothes and offered it.

Han Yue has followed the emperor for more than 30 years, and even the queen has to give three points of face, and Mi Su knows in his heart that during this time in Zhao State, I am afraid that it will inevitably have a lot of involvement with the palace, and spending some silver at this time can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"Miss Duan is polite." Han Yue smiled, his eyes narrowed even tighter, and the essence flowing under his eyes made people dare not underestimate it, and the little eunuch beside him respectfully took the silver.

Along the way, the sedan car did not drive fast or slow, after a few streets, entered the palace from the Xuande Gate, and stopped when it arrived at the inner palace.

She didn't have a good impression of the palace, she only entered twice, once as Bai Chengjin's maidservant, and once as Bai Chengjin's concubine, all of them were such humble identities, she was too kind and simple at that time. Every time I enter the palace, I can't help but hear a fierce war of words, for the royal family, her status is not worthy of standing with their superior people at all, ridiculing, ridiculing, disdainful... Flooded with everyone.

There is a good saying: when you are kind, there are many evil people around you, and when you are sophisticated and sleek, there are many good people around you, and the meaning of it has its own experience.