East Palace –

The Demoiselle Crane's sharp claws grasped the ridge on the eaves, shook its head to look at the sky, and it quickly flapped its wings and flew into the air, high in the sky, flocks of Demoiselle Cranes soared fearlessly against the gale.

Every year, Daikoku will follow the last batch of demoiselle cranes to migrate, and then follow the first batch of demoiselle cranes back in early spring of the following year, rain or shine.

It is also one of the most challenging migrations of the year for the demoiselle cranes, as thousands die during ferocious storms, but they still stubbornly make their way to the highest peaks.

At that time, Bai Chengjin was marching in the bitter cold land of the extreme north, and it was injured during the Great Migration because it hit the ice peak, and broke its wings, so Bai Chengjin brought it back.

Misu liked it very much, and would always put it in the warm brocade quilt, thinking that it would wake up in the night, and later, together they named the demoiselle crane Dahei.

Xia Xin walked from the corridor to the dormitory, and was hit by a fiery maidservant, Lianxin held her forehead and stepped back, looking up to see Xia Xin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, she was wearing a skirt with narrow sleeves and lace, and a palace silk was hung on the belt, and she looked anxious

"Lord Xia Xin, great, the slave maid is about to look for you, you go and see Your Highness, Your Highness has not eaten or drunk all day, and has drunk a lot of wine, and the slave maid has never been like this."

Xia Xin grew up with Bai Chengjin since he was a child, and although he was a master and servant, he also had a bit of affection.

The dormitory is filled with a strong smell of wine, and there seems to be a trace of desolation hidden in the smell of wine, which cannot be dissipated, and is depressed in the heart...

Xia Xin frowned tightly, a faint worry came to his eyes, the lord didn't drink often, he only drank twice, once when Miss Mu Su was still alive, and once after Miss Mu Su jumped into the boundless cliff...

Xia Xin didn't knock on the door, he pushed the door open, the wine jar on the ground was upside down, he gently kicked open the wine jar scattered on the ground, and slowly walked inside, a strong cold wind suddenly blew open the closed window.

Bai Chengjin leaned on the edge of the incense case and sat on the ground, his black hair was scattered like a waterfall, he looked down at the jade cicada in his hand quietly, the wind blew his hair, gently brushing the tip of his cold and tall nose, suddenly, he closed his eyes tightly, and said in a hoarse and soft voice.

"Last night, Hongu dreamed of her..."

Xia Xin paused, he didn't know how to comfort him, or the matter between them, only the two of them could say it clearly, he respected and admired Miss Misu, a servant girl with a humble status, but she could make the two princes emotional.

In Xia Xin, the prince is like a god, indestructible, the dominant force in the world, but for her, he does not hesitate to give up the position of the prince, Xia Xin doesn't understand, and he doesn't understand, but he just thinks that Miss Musu's smile is like the first drop of dew in the early spring morning, not stained with a trace of dust, and people are accidentally lost in her gentle smile.

Xia Xin stretched out his hand to pick up a wine jar, his thick eyebrows were slightly together, and he sighed faintly and said bitterly.

"My lord, the big black has flown away... Some things will eventually pass, and the subordinates want Miss Misu to hope that His Highness can live well. ”

"You say, will she still be alive?" He carefully rubbed the jade cicada in his hand, as if he could caress her tender skin as pale as an orchid, and his voice was so soft that it was almost transparent and fragile.

"Lord, jumping off the boundless cliff is lifeless, not to mention that the girl was still ... He was seriously injured. ”

He closed his phoenix eyes, which were as cold as mountain snow and water, and the eyes, which were darker than the night, were suddenly gray and lifeless, and there was a trace of pain in his chest, which made him almost suffocate!

yes, she couldn't be alive.

Or rather, how could she be alive...

The Temple of Nourishing Hearts –

In the imperial study, the emperor sat on the dragon chair, the majesty of the demeanor broke the embankment, the white hand hung a string of precious Buddha beads, he slowly picked up the teacup, the fresh tea fragrance into the lungs, he took a sip of the hot tea in the teacup, his eyes were deep, dark and unknown.

Beizhen Fusi Jinyiwei commanded Lu Zhen to kneel on one knee, he wore a black gauze hat, a belt around his waist, and an embroidered spring knife, and his dark eyes were full of undisguised evil spirit.

The black flying fish suit on his body is a kind of noble clothing second only to the python suit, which is generally not available, and cannot be worn unless it is a special gift!

"How?" The emperor gently put down the teacup, not angry.

Lu Zhen said

"Your Majesty, my subordinates have found out that this Gu is made by a ninja of the Wuying clan in the Western Regions, and the specific clues will be thoroughly investigated by my subordinates within a month."

"Well, be sure to find out clearly for me, I want to see who dares to poison me, and where King Yu is."

"His Royal Highness King Yu has passed Binyang, and he will arrive in Hanjing within two days."

"Well, step aside."

"Yes."

With that, Lu Zhen got up and retreated to the door, and then turned to leave.

"Your Majesty, the queen mother is still waiting outside." Han Yue put the dust on his elbow, and his voice was a little feminine.

The emperor moved the teacup on the table aside, picked up the fold and flipped through it, glanced at Han Yue lightly, and said without any emotion in his tone.

"Let her in."

The queen is wearing a phoenix robe, with thousands of manners, her fingers are staggered and placed on her waist, her extremely beautiful hand shape is like a beautiful butterfly that wants to spread her wings and fly, her steps are beautiful and dignified, and the maid behind her is holding a soup with her head down, and she slowly stepped forward and bent her knees.

"The concubines see the emperor."

The emperor didn't raise his eyes to look at her, and said lightly.

"What's the matter?"

The Queen's flawless smile froze for a moment, and she pulled her eyelashes down, the smile on her lips deepening.

"Your Majesty has a lot of opportunities, and your body must be tired and tight, and the concubine specially made osmanthus lotus seed soup, and the emperor will taste it."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and let the maid put it on the table, the sun shining on the armor with a layer of cold golden light.

"You've got a heart."

"Two days later is the annual Flower God Festival, Your Majesty and the concubines will sprinkle copper coins on the imperial city tower to show that the wind and rain will be smooth in the coming year, and pray for the blessings of the people, I don't know if you still want to allow the concubine to serve this year?"

The emperor put down the folds, raised his eyes to look at the queen, his dark eyes were bottomless, he leaned lazily on the dragon chair, his right hand kept playing with the sandalwood Buddha beads in his hand, and the sound of the Buddha beads colliding caused people's hearts to beat up and down.

"According to the previous years, there is no need to ask me about such trivial matters in the future."

"Yes, a few days ago, Li Meiren, who served His Majesty, is the daughter of the left attendant of the Ministry of War, and her status is also noble, but Your Majesty has promised the position?"

The Emperor's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his deep eyes were blank, and his memory had been flipped in his mind for a long time, as if he had forgotten that a woman had given her most precious thing that night.

"Even if you have slept in the bed, you will be given the position of the promised residence in the Qingyun Palace, you are the queen in charge of the six palaces, and there are some things that you don't need to ask me."

"The concubine obeys."

"Stand down." The emperor said lukewarmly.

The queen opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes, she left, the phoenix robe on her body seemed to be filled with lead, and every step was so difficult, and the slender figure revealed a trace of loneliness.

Perhaps, she made the wrong choice in the first place...

The woman in the deep palace, pathetic, lamentable, pitiful... What if you are the lord of the six houses? They are the epitome of power, the appendage of the emperor, and the indispensable mudflow in the whirlpool of power.