On the morning of early spring, the warm and moist wind blows gently, and it is slightly cool. The milky white morning mist, like a light veil, was slowly lifted by the rising sun, and the sun sprinkled down to cover the Fengjin City with a layer of gold, as beautiful as poetry.

Today is the day when the Zhaoran girl plays the piano, and early in the morning, the Lan Pavilion is already full of people, and it is very lively.

Feng Zerui also dragged Xiqi Yang to the Lan Pavilion and sat down on the second floor early.

"The second prince is so interested in this woman, marrying home is, the province tosses me every day, and disturbs my dreams early." Xiqiyang yawned, sleepy-eyed, and said in a lazy tone.

Dressed in a purple and green auspicious cloud robe, he is low-key and luxurious.

Feng Zerui was refreshed, dressed in a royal court robe, lined with a majestic atmosphere. "You think I'm like the people on the streets, and I can marry whoever I want. This stunning beauty can only be viewed from a distance, not blasphemed. ”

"The second prince, I'd rather not know the city and the country, and it's hard to get a beautiful woman." Xi Qiyang looked at Feng Zerui with a smile and said seriously.

Feng Zerui put his hands on the pillow, leaned his head against the window railing, smiled, and said, "This is also very suitable for the prince of Qiyang, if you don't hurry up, I'm afraid that my cousin Qingyao will become a beautiful lady of others." ”

"Then I want to see what kind of lady and talented person the other side is, and the Qing Yao who can marry." Xiqiyang's voice is clean and good.

"Haha, you think too highly of Qing Yao, I think that with her temperament, it is already a great favor from God to her that she can get married, and my uncle is probably so happy that he can't sleep all day." Feng Zerui smiled and began to joke about Qing Yao.

Today, when Qing Yao is not there, he can say whatever he wants.

The corners of Xiqiyang's mouth rose, a wicked smile, a pair of purple eyes looked at the door, and said loudly: "Qingyao, why are you here." ”

The frightened Feng Zerui almost didn't fall off the chair, and hurriedly got up and said: "My Qingyao is all over the city, if anyone marries her, I don't know how many lifetimes of cultivation it is." ”

When I turned my head, I saw that the door was empty.

"It's good that you dare to play with this prince." Saying that, Feng Zerui threw out the wine glass in his hand angrily, but was gently caught by Xiqi's raised eyebrows.

Less leaning

Zhaoran was dressed in a white light veil, stepping on the stage with a lotus style, a little powder, but as beautiful as a fairy, a pair of clear eyes with affection.

Feng Zerui's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he began to drink by himself, silently.

Since ancient times, my fair lady and gentleman are good, how can he not be, but as a member of the royal family, how can he bear the importance of marriage, and he can't help but feel messy and sorrowful.

Zhaoran sat down, the jade hand was slender, and he played with his hand, but today he sang a song "Acacia Song", and his lips opened lightly:

"Yinyin, Er's heart, really heart, live up to me, live up to me, up to now.

I remember singing low at the beginning, pouring shallowly, a song is worth a thousand gold.

Now I am left behind the ancient wall, the autumn wind is declining, the grass is white and deep, and the flowing water and mountains are where to find.

Sad and sorrowful, cold and lonely, how can people forbid. ”

The voice was poignant and moving, sad and heartfelt, and it also made the people in the audience feel sad as if they were empathetic.

When everyone was immersed in the singing and couldn't extricate themselves, there were people in Tsing Yi in the corner room on the second floor, with crazy eyebrows and deep eyes, listening to the song without intention, and looking at the two Chinese dressed men opposite with bated breath.

Xiqiyang supported his cheek with one hand, held the jade cup in the other, his eyes were clear, the corners of his mouth had a shallow smile, the teacup was getting closer and closer to his mouth, his heartbeat rate was getting lower and lower, and his breathing was getting shallower and shallower.

He suddenly turned his head suddenly, his soul-stirring light purple eyes suddenly condensed, his eyes were cold, and the jade cup in his hand flew out, colliding with a flying knife that flew straight in the air and flashed with cold light.

There was only a sound of the cup shattering, and the knife fell in response, so startled that the spectators shouted "there is an assassin" and fled in all directions.

With a breeze blowing in their faces, three people in Tsing Yi were already standing in front of the Xiqi Yang window with cold daggers in their hands.

The corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and the sword aura struck people, and for a while, Lan Ge was full of murderous intent.

"Where did the villain come from, he came just in time, Uncle Ben hasn't moved his muscles and bones for a long time." Feng Zerui's expression looked a little excited, sure enough, Tong Qingyao was a family, and he was also a lively master.

I saw Feng Zerui shouting, lifting the Nanmu carved pod beside him and throwing it towards the Tsing Yi people.

The face of the man in Tsing Yi did not change, and he raised his hand to split the sitting pier in half, and then raised his dagger to attack Feng Zerui and Xiqiyang.

The Tsing Yi people are all very skilled, and after a few rounds, both of them are at a disadvantage.

Feng Zerui was furious, and then he stepped forward to fight with his bare hands, but he was slapped away by the man in Tsing Yi, and fell heavily to the second floor, smashing the wooden tables, stools, and chairs on the ground.

Xiqiyang was entangled by another man, and he couldn't pull out, so he had to watch a man in green clothes fly down, holding a dagger and aiming it at Feng Zerui's chest.

Feng Zerui's black pupils reflected the sharp dagger, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the tip of the dagger got closer and closer.

I heard a woman shouting, "Childe be careful." Flying into Feng Zerui's arms, accompanied by the fragrance of acacia flowers, it made people a little fascinated.

Then the gate of the Lan Pavilion was kicked open, and a team of Jin Wuwei patrolling on the long street rushed in with big knives, and the three people in Tsing Yi looked at each other and nodded, and then broke the window and fled.

Feng Zerui got up and saw clearly that the person in his arms was the one who was absolutely beautiful.

The dagger pierced her back, the wound was bleeding incessantly, the red white clothes were very dazzling, the ruddy face was as bloody as seeing a flood beast, pale as white paper, and the eyebrows were twisted together because of the pain.

Feng Zerui hugged the person in his arms tightly, and roared at Jin Wuwei with red eyes: "Don't go and chase after His Highness, if you don't catch those assassins for Your Highness today, I want your life." ”

Jin Wuwei's forehead instantly sweated like rain, and the soles of his feet and scalp began to numb. Today, the second prince had an accident within his jurisdiction, which was really appalling, and his legs trembled in an instant, and he crawled out to chase the assassin.

Feng Zerui hugged Zhaoran horizontally, his eyebrows could not hide his heartache, and he rushed all the way back to the dormitory - Chengchong Palace, and people turned on their backs along the way.

Before he arrived at the gate of the palace, he shouted: "Lan Qing, hurry up and pass on the imperial doctor." He walked briskly into the dormitory.

When the personal guard who was called Lan Qing heard the sound, he hurriedly greeted him, and when he saw that His Highness was holding an injured woman in white in his arms, he couldn't help frowning.

Today, His Royal Highness said that he was going to the Lan Pavilion to listen to the music, and he was not allowed to follow, how could he come back with such a scene. Under the thick eyebrows, a pair of good-looking single phoenix eyes swept over Feng Jingrui's body, quickly checking whether he was injured.

"Don't go yet, wait for death." Feng Zerui gritted his teeth and said.

"Yes." Lan Qing looked at His Royal Highness who was angry, didn't dare to delay, and went with wind under his feet.

For a while, the chickens and dogs in the Chengchong hall jumped, and the maids and servants went in and out from the dormitory, and the water in the basin was stained red with blood.

Feng Zerui sat on the edge of a bed with yellow pear carved clouds, and on the outside was a small-leaf rosewood hollow carved through-top wooden bedspread, the bed was very large, and Zhaoran looked particularly delicate lying on it.

The imperial doctor had come to diagnose it, saying that it had not hurt the heart, and prescribed medicine to tell the maid three times a day, and waited with peace of mind, so he knelt down to Feng Zerui and withdrew from the Chengchong Palace.

Feng Zerui's eyes were solemn, he stretched out his slender fingers and gently brushed the somewhat messy hair on Zhaoran's forehead, staring at her pale face, saddened alone.

Being in the royal family, there are too many people who can't help themselves, he knows that he shouldn't be tempted, he wants to just watch from afar, and listen to her play the piano and sing softly from time to time, which is also content.

But now that she broke in so lonely, Feng Zerui's already messy heart was even more distracted.

Then it is a blessing or a curse to be determined by heaven.