Taihe Gate.

A figure also walked out of the palace, like a walking corpse, lifeless, with empty eyes and a dull expression.

Murong Han didn't know how he got out of Yongle Palace.

He felt that he would never forget the scene he saw in the Yongle Palace.

Ye Qiange played one after another, in addition to "Drunken Fishing Singing Night", he also played two piano songs, and the level of each song was no less than "Drunken Fishing Singing Night".

plus "Mountains and Flowing Water", a total of four masterpieces!

Is it so easy to create a masterpiece?

The blow Murong Han suffered was unimaginable, thinking of Ye Qiange's high-spirited appearance, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his eyes went black, and he fainted.

"Childe, Childe!"

When the servant who was waiting outside the palace saw it, he was so frightened that he hurriedly helped Murong Han into the carriage, and the groom hurriedly rode his horse towards Murong Mansion.

Yongle Palace.

"Someone." Murong Qingwan lazily half lay on the bed.

"Mother."

"Hand these three tunes out and know what to do."

"Rest assured, within one day, the slave will let the entire Chang'an know that Ye Xiaowang has made three more heirlooms!"

"Well, go ahead."

"Whoa."

Ye Qiange and Xu Yichan left Yongle Palace, and Ye Qiange found that Xu Yichan had been following him.

"Where is Your Majesty going?" Ye Qiange was worried in his heart and asked worriedly.

Although the Empress is extremely beautiful, she is also fierce and abnormal, much more terrifying than a thorny rose.

Today, Ye Qiange didn't provoke Xu Yichan a lot, and she gritted her teeth and glared at her several times.

The worst thing is that he also ate Xu Yichan's tofu.

Now that he thinks about it, he wants to give himself a big mouth.

Why did I get so confused at that time? Doesn't this mean to give the Empress an excuse to fix herself?

Then, he felt a burst of grief and indignation, thinking that my dignified seven-foot man was frightened like this by a woman, and it was sad and sad.

Xu Yichan smiled coldly and didn't speak.

Ye Qiange was most afraid of this kind of wordless cold violence, and he wanted to run away.

If you can run, the monk can't run the temple, Ye Qiange shook his head very dejectedly, just follow.

It was raining lightly outside, dripping and falling on the ground, splashing small splashes, and a light wind was blowing, making the leaves flutter for a while.

Ye Qiange's footsteps couldn't help but be a little faster, and he planned to go back and close all the doors and windows, eat and drink and let people in.

The corners of Xu Yichan's mouth curled when she looked at the back, obviously, she enjoyed the feeling that Ye Qiange was scared by her and panicked.

She suddenly looked up, and a narrowness flashed in her eyes, and her figure flickered, and she swept forward.

In the next moment, Ye Qiange felt like he was flying.

"Ahh

He exclaimed, his face full of panic, and his eyes full of fear.

"What's the ghost called?" A cold voice came from behind, it was Xu Yichan.

Ye Qiange sweated and screamed: "What are you going to do, murder your husband?" ”

Xu Yichan wanted to tear Ye Qiange's mouth apart, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll let go." ”

"Don't don't, don't be, the heroine has something to say, can't I shut up?" Ye Qiange looked down, and his heart and liver began to tremble. Admit it when you should admit it, this is not sloppy, otherwise the empress will be angry and let go of her little hand, and I am afraid that this half of her life will have to be explained here.

"If you don't let go, I'll kick you down."

Xu Yichan was so annoyed that she looked down and saw Ye Qiange's hand around her waist, as well as her head leaning on her shoulder, and couldn't help but say coldly.

"Reflex, I didn't mean to."

Ye Qiange hurriedly let go, and his little face turned pale with fright.

At this time, he found himself on top of a pavilion that was thirteen or fourteen meters high.

"Xu Yichan, what do you mean by this?" Ye Qiange gritted his teeth and said.

"Hmph, there is a price to pay for doing something wrong." Xu Yichan looked up at her little face, arrogant and lonely, and said confidently.

Only villains and women are difficult to raise. Ye Qiange screamed sadly, the empress was already invincible, not only was her power monstrous, but she could also hold him high and high.

I can't live this day.

Immediately, Xu Yichan's posture was light, like a feather, and she landed lightly.

Ye Qiange's eyes turned red when he saw it.

Every man has a martial arts dream in his heart, and Ye Qiange is naturally no exception.

Happiness and enmity, dominating the rivers and lakes, coming and going, just thinking about it, it is enough to boil blood.

In fact, Ye Qiange, as the son of Ye Tianyong, the king of Zhenbei, originally practiced martial arts and practiced physical fitness, but Ye's mother Jiang Rou strongly objected, so it was gone.

"Hey, you're gone, what should I do?" Ye Qiange immediately realized and shouted at the top of his voice.

"In an hour, I'll consider letting you down." Xu Yichan's words came slowly.

"An hour?!" Ye Qiange was not calm, gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will fall to death?" ”

"I can't die, at most I lack arms and legs."

This is so ruthless.

"No one can let him down without my orders." After speaking, Xu Yichan's figure disappeared.

Ye Qiange almost pumped his anger over, he suspected that even if he managed to go down in advance, he was afraid that he would be caught by the guards.

"If you don't go down, you won't go down."

Ye Qiange was too lazy to observe, anyway, he had to stay for an hour, so he simply sat down.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qiange shivered, the wind at the top of the pavilion was very strong, and the wind in August was not as hot as early autumn, with a bit of icy coolness.

It was still drizzling, although it was not big, but it was a lot, and after an hour, it had to become a soup chicken.

Ye Qiange was speechless, Xu Yichan obviously deliberately let him be blown by the wind and rain here.

He walked around, found the side where the wind was weak and the rain was light, and squatted down against the eaves.

Throw as far as the eye can see, the beautiful scenery is dazzling, under the hazy smoke and rain, Qionglou Yuyu, the bucket arches are staggered, the carved beams and paintings are staggered, the antique is antique, the gilded copper tiles, the eaves of the temple corners, exquisite and chic.

The corners of Ye Qiange's mouth curved, and his face showed a hint of comfort.

However, the heavens are not beautiful.

"Boom—"

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded, and a silver snake shuttled through the depths of the sky, and the heavens and the earth lit up in an instant, followed by light rain turning into heavy rain, and heavy rain turning into heavy rain.

"Hulala!"

The downpour was like a column of water, pouring down from the sky, crackling and falling on the roof of the pavilion, stirring up splashes.

The wind also began to get stronger, whirring across the sky, blowing heavy rain from side to side.

Ye Qiange had nothing to do, and after a few breaths, he was drenched from head to toe, from the inside to the outside.

Ye Qiange trembled all over, only to feel that his whole body was cold, his body was already extremely weak, and when he was blown like this, his little face suddenly turned extremely white, and his lips turned purple and white.

In this way, I don't know how long it has been drenching, the rainstorm has no tendency to become smaller, Ye Qiange's mind is dizzy, the sky is spinning, and his body can't help curling up into a ball, shivering.

Eventually, he went limp, leaned against the eaves of the pavilion and fainted.