The emperor was silent for a long time, and the entire palace was so light that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly.

After a long time, Ye Qinzhu heard loud laughter.

"Okay!" the old emperor clasped his palms and laughed, "Okay, she is worthy of being Ye Xiang's daughter, and she is reasonable." ”

"Go, tell Liu Jing that he doesn't have to check again, just come back and resume his life. He commanded to the side to the Yellow Gate.

The little yellow door was ordered, and he ran away with a smoke.

Ye Qinzhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time as she got up, she obviously felt that Yang Qingjue's tense body was also slightly relaxed.

Yang Qingjue...... Are you also worried that you will be targeted by the emperor? Ye Qinzhu's heart moved.

"Someone. The emperor ordered, and his tone was calm as if discussing the craftsmanship of the imperial dining room, "Chop this unknown messenger into meat puree, stew it and send it to the king of Anguo, and then peel off the skin of the two attendants and hang them at the city gate." ”

Only at this time did Ye Qinzhu feel that the emperor was like an emperor, no matter how cruel the method was, when it came out of his mouth, it became light.

After a while, Liu Jing reluctantly returned. When the old emperor saw that the personnel had arrived, he casually said a few words of appeasement, and then continued the banquet.

Only this time, the food was cold, the wine was thin, and everyone present ate no taste.

Obviously, the old emperor did the same, and after eating for a while, he left the table lazily.

When the rest of the people saw this, they dispersed in twos and threes.

Regarding Ye Qinzhu's behavior at the banquet, Mrs. Zhao and Ye Yan had their own opinions.

Ye Yan thinks that giving birth to a daughter should be like this, and she dares to act and dare to act.

Mrs. Zhao almost shook Ye Yan's sleeves, and scolded Ye Qinzhu with her head and face.

"The Son of Heaven is angry, and the corpse is thousands of miles away! Do you know that if the emperor is unhappy, he can take your life at any time, and he can also take the life of our Ye family!"

"Bamboo understands. Ye Qinzhu replied, "But Zhuzi thinks that if he keeps his words in his heart and doesn't say them, then if retribution really comes, it won't be useful to say anything." ”

Listening to Ye Qinzhu's words, Mrs. Zhao let out a long sigh, glanced at Ye Qinzhu with pity, shook her head imperceptibly, and got into the seat, leaving Ye Qinzhu with an indescribable and inexplicable back.

"Big brother, I'm ......" Ye Qinzhu felt that someone was pulling her sleeve, and just turned her head to explain something to Ye Sheng, but saw Ye Sheng pointing in a certain direction with a smile.

A corner of the gold-rimmed purple Jiaojiao suit was exposed, occupying Ye Qinzhu's eyes.

"I know what you're for. Ye Sheng stretched out his hand and rubbed Ye Qinzhu's head, "It's just that now is not the time for you and me to discuss, someone is waiting to thank you." ”

Ye Qinzhu avoided Ye Sheng's hand in a panic, held his good-looking hairstyle, hurriedly responded, and hurriedly rushed towards the direction where the corners of his clothes were exposed.

Looking at his still innocent third sister, Ye Sheng lowered his head unnaturally, sighed softly, and silently entered the saddle.

His third sister, smart is smart, but it's too ideal.

Today's Son of Heaven, especially the counselor, will rein in the precipice if he says a few words?

If he was like this, Tian Xianglou would not have to exist, and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses in the southwest would not have to be ready at all times.

Ye Qinzhu turned a corner, chasing the traces of the purple clothes.

The man in purple seemed to be deliberately teasing her, always disappearing when she was a few steps away, and then revealing a mark around a corner a few seconds later.

The girl's steps made a jingle in the air, and the embroidered shoes embroidered with cranes stepped on the spotless floor of the palace, and finally stepped out of the palace gate and into the dust outside the palace.

The boy she had been chasing sat in a carriage not far away, raising the curtain and smiling at her.

Ye Qinzhu stepped onto the carriage, Yang Qingjue lowered the curtain and greeted the coachman.

The coachman seemed to know the boy's destination, and when he flicked his whip cleanly, the horse neighed and pulled the cart slowly.

Ye Qinzhu straightened the hem of his wrinkled skirt, and suddenly saw Yang Qingjue writing something on a piece of paper with a pen.

When he stopped writing, he showed the content to Ye Qinzhu.

"Thank you. ”

Ye Qinzhu sighed lightly, but pressed the wooden board of the paper and asked while writing.

"Why are you holding back the messenger?"

Your move will not be appreciated by anyone, and it will even put you in danger.

Yang Qingjue did not pause, and immediately responded with a pen.

"As long as he goes out of this door, the inside story in the Ning Guo Palace will be known to An Guo immediately. ”

"When the envoy struck, the two guards above eight stars in the ambush in the palace did not stop them, indicating that these two people no longer swore allegiance to the emperor, and based on this alone, An Guo could determine their main target. ”

"Prince?"

"Yes, although the crown prince is pressing step by step at the moment, Ning Guo can't live without him for the time being. ”

After several years of precipitation, although the prince has not yet controlled the soldiers and horses in the distant areas, the 100,000 elite soldiers in the capital and the thousands of forbidden troops in the palace are all in his hands.

Coupled with the fact that he is self-centered, he weaves a spider web of courtiers who submit to him above the court, and the prince's every move will have a profound impact.

"Before the new regime was established, as soon as the crown prince died, the world was in chaos. ”

Ye Qinzhu understands that the current capital is just an emperor who has been set aside, an ambitious heir, and a group of people who try to stay out of the matter, but all of them are involved.

"It's here. She was about to continue writing, when she heard the coachman's shout, and the carriage came to a slow stop.

Yang Qingjue lifted the curtain from behind Ye Qinzhu and motioned for her to come down.

As soon as Ye Qinzhu got off the carriage, he was surprised by the black rumbling scene in front of him.

Before coming, she heard that on Chinese New Year's Eve today, there was a lantern festival on the street at night, and she thought that Yang Qingjue would take her to the venue, but she came to such a ghost place.

Just when she was confused, she saw Yang Qingjue take out the train from her sleeve, light the torch and hold it in front of her, and turn around and smile at her.

"Come along. ”

He stretched out his hand to Ye Qinzhu, Ye Qinzhu responded stupidly, and stretched out his hand to her.

Yang Qingjue was not polite, caught the girl's tender palm, and walked up a step.

He walked in front, and wrapped Ye Qinzhu's already small hand in the palm of his hand.

The firelight illuminated the surroundings, and Ye Qinzhu looked left and right, gradually determining that they seemed to have walked on a city wall.

"It's an old city wall that has been abandoned and is dilapidated, but it's still available for lookouts. ”

Walking up the last step, Yang Qingjue explained to Ye Qinzhu that when the girl stood firm on the flat ground, he suddenly extinguished the fire.

Suddenly, darkness surged in, and Ye Qinzhu almost exclaimed.

But soon, her exclamation turned to exclamation.

Standing on the old city wall, she could see the colorful lights flickering like stars in the distance, and the glass-like colors dotted on the railing, sketching a picture of indescribable beauty under her eyes.

The streets were bustling, countless people who went out were laughing and playing, Ye Qinzhu leaned on the city wall and looked out, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

"It's just one of the sights. Yang Qingjue stood beside her, and the night blurred his face.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the horizon in the distance.

The sky was dark and dreary, and the bottom was illuminated by snow, faintly white.

Ye Qinzhu tilted his head, trying to find out what the beautiful scenery Yang Qingjue pointed to was.