The order to be transferred to the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple was quickly issued, and his health also improved, Quan Ce originally planned to return to the mansion, but the Empress Wu did not allow it, so he was allowed to recuperate in Shangyang Palace for a few days.

Princess Taiping would occasionally come to visit, see that he was depressed, so she invited him to enjoy the performance together, she preferred special, did not like singing, disliked kitsch, did not like dance, disliked noisy, and even did not like a variety of musical instruments to play together, felt noisy, so she asked Quan Ce to appreciate the quyi, mostly a kind of pure music played by musical instruments.

"Da Lang, why are you still listless, but this song is too plain and unappetizing to your liking?" Princess Taiping glanced at him, didn't wait for him to answer, and chuckled twice, "Hehe, I forgot, although Da Lang is well-behaved now, he is also a frequent visitor to Fengyue, and he likes some flashy tunes, which is also natural."

Even so, Princess Taiping had no intention of changing her course, and continued to listen to a transverse flute and play the distant sound.

Quan Ce was speechless, looking at her blankly, with mixed feelings for a while.

One of the things that Empress Wu confessed to him was to make Mrs. Ruilai disappear from Wu Youji's side, and to make Wu Youji die, although this arrangement, although it did not explicitly say that he wanted to kill Mrs. Ruilai, but he also killed without killing, at least to make Wu Youji convinced that Mrs. Ruilai was dead.

He knew that this matter was inevitable, and he had blamed himself for sitting back and not being able to help, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, this task fell on his head, which made him very anxious.

Lijingmen torture tools are full of tricks, but it is a short period of torture of the body, and the martial queen said lightly, but he hung his mind and whipped it, and a dozen was a lifetime.

"Dalang?" Princess Taiping called him angrily, and was stared at by him, feeling quite weird, "If you really don't like it, go to the garden to play, but your body has not yet recovered, and you can't ride a horse."

Quan Ce came back to his senses, thought about it and said, "Princess, this song is elegant, the minister doesn't dislike it, it's just that there is a piece of music looping in his brain by chance, and he only hates that he doesn't know anything about the music and rhythm, and it is difficult to compose, so it's troubled."

"Oh? You come and listen to it, I also know a lot of music, if it is really desirable, I will compose it for you, it is not impossible" Princess Taiping came to be interested, retired a few musicians, sat opposite Quan Ce, and listened to him humming and chirping, at first I felt ridiculous, but after listening carefully, there were quite some rules, so I was patient and pondered the palace merchant horn Zhengyu.

The tone of the guitar is composed into an ancient score, and it can't be achieved overnight, it has been busy for most of the hour, and it is only a crude half-finished product, Princess Taiping is not impatient, and has a sense of achievement, "I will invite some of you to polish it in the future, by the way, Wu Shilang has a lot of experience in music and rhythm, and I also invite him to refer to it"

Quan Ce heard the name he didn't want to hear, and his heart jerked.

Princess Taiping did not notice the difference, and continued to comment, "The first half of this song is peaceful and cheerful, with some lingering meaning, and after the turn, it is extremely sad and sad, heavy and rich, and touching."

"Princess......" Quan Ce's opening was interrupted, and Princess Taiping glared at him with some anger, "You and I are not outsiders, just call me aunt"

"Yes, aunt," Quan Ce changed his words, "I wonder if you have ever heard of the legendary story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?" ”

"Naturally, I've heard it, Hua Die, you mean......" Princess Taiping's eyes widened, and she turned around to savor the score she had written, "Sure enough, there is no need to ask someone to polish it" picked up the pen, sketched on the paper, and paid full attention.

Quan Ce smiled, waited for her pause, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Auntie, I don't know, what do you think of Ma Wencai in the story?" ”

Princess Taiping looked at him strangely, and said jokingly, "Born in a noble family, you are a master, if you have a favorite woman, you can't ask for it, your aunt can take it for you, huh?" ”

"No, no" Quan Ce waved his hand and denied, a little spark in his heart was extinguished, and there was no luck.

After staying in Shangyang Palace for seven days, Princess Taiping was busy with music and didn't pay attention to him anymore, so he thought hard about how to act so as not to hurt people's hearts to the greatest extent, and he had some plans in a hazy way.

Back to Princess Yiyang's house, first go to see her mother, Princess Yiyang had to hug him, and she cried and wiped her tears, Quan Zhu was okay, the five-year-old child was fat, strong and tight, and when he saw Quan Ce returning, he stuck to twist the candy, a big brother, honest and cute.

Quan Luo is not, she can't see it for more than ten months, she no longer recognizes this person who calls herself a big brother, as soon as she stretched out her hand to her, before she touched it, she grinned and cried loudly, and when her hand was retracted, the clouds immediately dispersed, and she played with the coral beads in her hand, this thing was still given to her by Quan Ce, but the stinky girl recognized things and didn't recognize people, which made Quan Ce sulk for a while.

Princess Yiyang ordered someone to call Fleur to come, and had lunch together, watching the interaction between the banquets, this period of time to tide over the difficulties together, Fleur has been recognized by Princess Yiyang, many trivial matters in the house, also handed over to her, the right to use lunch is also Fleur to hold and feed, when the little girl eats, she is very well-behaved, just open her ruddy little mouth, what to feed and eat.

Quan Ce accompanied his family for a while, and the mystery in his heart was still unsolved, he returned home, his father Quan Yi was nowhere to be seen, and he didn't dare to ask when he saw that his mother didn't mention it.

"Da Lang, Zheng Langjun, Da Lu Langjun, Han Langjun, Cui Bachelor, Du Zhizhong, Li Shaojian and others came to visit the house" The voice of the concierge came from outside the door.

"You go get busy first, don't be tired" Princess Yiyang let him go, Fu Yuan got up and straightened his clothes, and crossed his feet to see him away, Princess Yiyang saw it in her eyes, and her heart was mixed.

The guests who came to visit were all close friends, and were not rigid, seeing that he had all the mustaches and tails, he was relieved, and did not stay, halfway through the Hanlin Academy's Song Zhiwen, living Lang Zhang said that these former colleagues also came to visit, and the new Honglu Temple Qing Dou Lu Qinwang also sent someone to the door, condolences to one or two, urging him to perform his duties as soon as possible.

I was busy until dusk, when I was clean, and when I turned back to the small courtyard, I took Fleur to the study.

"Lang Jun" unexpectedly, Fleur was more anxious than him, Milk Yan threw himself into the forest, hugged him tightly, his cheeks rubbed against his neck, tears were cold, and he muttered in his mouth, "You are scared to death slave, scared to death slave"

Quan Ce picked her up by the waist, put her on his lap, and hugged her neck, "Furui, I haven't seen my father today, he is not in the house?" ”

"It's very strange to say" Furao immediately raised her head, "the horse has only recuperated a little, so he went out for a trip, without taking anyone with him, and when he came back, he fell ill again, he was very sick, and his consciousness was not clear, and after he got better, he refused to live in the house, and went to Songshan Zhongyue to recuperate two hundred miles away."

Quan Ce frowned and thought about it, and suddenly thought of something, his mind was confused, he slowly turned his head, and commanded in a dumb voice, "Furui, you arrange it, from today onwards, you will not see bright colors in the unnamed courtyard, give me a set of plain clothes, and say to the outside world that I escaped death, and I want to repay my vows, not luxury."

Furao nodded obediently, didn't ask anything, and went out to Zhang Luo.

Quan Ce propped his elbows on the table, covering his face with his hands, the emperor wants to kill, and he has to punish his heart, his father's outer room, and the eight-year-old brother, I'm afraid it's gone.

Kwon Ce has some sadness and more fear.

The Tang Dynasty is a dynasty that swallows mountains and rivers and is graceful and majestic, but the glory only belongs to a very small number of people, and most people are still reluctant and embarrassed.

Who knows how long he will live?