Classical, cheerful and suitable, spire-shaped inclined roof, plastered wooden frame and pillar decoration, natural building materials and vines clinging to it reflect each other, because Emperor Bo Zhao allocated 100,000 taels of gold, so every corner of the temple is built with antique color, and not old, real and exquisite.

A queen mother dressed as a monk sits on a dragon carving chair, on which are hung magnificent landscape paintings, layer by layer. Noda's room echoed with the sound of her nails tapping.

Just like last night, the three brothers and sisters of the Li family knelt under the stage, and they didn't dare to come out.

"Get up!" The Queen Mother noticed that Li Weiran's arm was still bleeding, and it was inconvenient to punish her more severely.

"Empress Dowager Xie." The three men stood up.

Li Tairan was stunned, and his thinking was clear, "According to the prince's personality, Mu Xiaoxiao won't be proud for long. ”

The majestic Queen Mother frowned coldly, disdainful of his statement, "Until now, you still think that the prince doesn't care about Mu Xiaoxiao." Last night, she sent someone to give Bo Zeyu a small amount of drugs, which was enough for him to sleep for a day, but he could still protect Mu Xiaoxiao, which shows the status of the crown princess in his heart.

"No one can say what the future holds." Lee Tae-ran still believes in it. He grew up with the crown prince since he was a child, and watching Bo Zeyu wander among the sons of the ministers, he definitely had reason to believe that Mu Xiaoxiao was just his playmate for a short time, and not for a long time.

Seeing that he was determined, the Queen Mother also relaxed her vigilance against Mu Xiaoxiao a little in her heart. "The mourning family will wait and see, you take Weiran to see the imperial doctor."

"Empress Dowager Xie." The three of them lined up to thank each other and leave.

As soon as he came out of the door, Li Weiran, who was pale and had lost too much blood, raised his head and fainted.

"Slightly." Li Tairan, who was quick-eyed, hugged her and left in a hurry.

Li Youran, who was left behind, stood at the door of the main hall and pursed his lips silently.

For the position of the crown princess, everyone has exhausted the organs.

She has been expressionless, and it is rare for her to be sad.

Everyone in the world says that Li Tairan is a rare genius in a century, but he can't see through love.

In the vast sea of people, every encounter is inevitable.

Maybe the prince's unkindness ended with Mu Xiaoxiao.

The sun is shining, and the clouds are clear.

Bo Zeyu was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and Mu Xiaoxiao was looking at him from this wood carving.

With a smooth and fair face, an angular cold handsomeness, thick eyebrows, a tall nose, and thin red lips, he is not as terrifying as usual with his eyes closed.

When the prince wakes up, he will definitely ask her what happened in the palace.

When the time comes, should she tell the truth?

Qian's thin hand brushed the necklace around her neck, and she touched it down, and a silver whistle was quietly lying on it.

Brother Qu and Li Youran must be old acquaintances.

Don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha.

No matter what Li Youran did, Brother Qu was very good to her.

Before she could decide, the prince's hand trembled slightly.

Mu Xiaoxiao's heart tightened and looked at him.

The slender eyes open a slit.

Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly wished he wouldn't wake up so soon.

Enlarge...... Open your eyes.

The black pupils that are as clear and dazzling as obsidian shine with an awe-inspiring heroic aura, and there are sharp eyes hidden under the seemingly calm eye waves.

He woke up.

Mu Xiaoxiao frowned, and stepped forward with concern, "Prince, are you better?" The hand was silently withdrawn from his palm.

"I'm fine." After sleeping, Bo Zeyu felt much more relaxed, and his voice seemed to be full of energy. He got up from the bed, picked up the monk's clothes hanging on the overlapping chairs of dragons and phoenixes, unfolded them, and put them on himself.

So Qingsu's clothes, he wears them very well.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was still sitting on the bed, looked at him motionlessly, a little distracted.

Bo Zeyu looked back at her and couldn't help but tease, "What?" Just rescued you, and the prince was plotting against him. ”

"I didn't?!" Mu Xiaoxiao felt weak herself.

"Yes, you can do it."

"......" Mu Xiaoxiao sighed, the prince's cheekiness was on the city wall, and she couldn't compare.

"Mu Xiaoxiao." After the joke was over, the prince changed his face to a stern face, "What happened before I went in?" ”

What happened? Mu Xiaoxiao repeated it in her heart. With a solemn face, should she tell the truth, or......

Bo Zeyu's eyes became sharper and sharper.

"Li Weiran stabbed himself and framed me." She decided to give face to Brother Qu and let Li Youran go once.

"Really?" Bo Zeyu's eyes flickered when she saw her, as if she was hiding something?

"Really." Mu Xiaoxiao also knew that her attitude was flustered, so she accentuated her tone.

Bo Zeyu's puzzled eyes flashed, and he was even more sure that Mu Xiaoxiao had something to hide from him.

Mu Xiaoxiao saw that the prince no longer asked, and thought that he believed his nonsense, so he changed the topic, "Prince, I'm hungry, let's have breakfast!" ”

Bo Zeyu looked out, and the sun hung in mid-air.

turned around and pulled Mu Xiaoxiao out, "Don't eat." The festival is about to begin. ”

"What is the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony?" Mu Xiaoxiao asked as she ran along.

"You'll know when you go." Bo Zeyu deliberately sold Guanzi.

The top of the mountain is in the clouds and fog, and it seems to be very mysterious, like a fairy land.

Emperor Bo Zhao and Empress Lin, who were also dressed as monks, stood in the center of the splendid hall, and tens of thousands of monks stood behind them chanting.

Mu Xiaoxiao and Bo Zeyu stood on the far left, each holding a fragrance.

The sun was obscured by the clouds, and for a time the wind surged.

Emperor Bo Zhao went against the scales and inserted the fragrance on the top of the big ding.

The voice was loud, "God bless our country, the people are healthy, and the country and the people are safe." ”

After that, the queen was the head and the minister was secondary.

Everyone entered the incense in an orderly manner.

Under the supervision of Bo Zeyu, Mu Xiaoxiao also completed the task smoothly.

Everyone stood on the red carpet that had been laid out in advance, waiting.

The plain clothes and body couldn't stop Emperor Bo Zhao from dominating the world, and he waved his hand.

The clouds dispersed, and beams of light hit the ground through the clouds.

In an instant, the Buddha's light shone.

Everyone standing behind knelt down in unison and shouted, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live." ”

Voices come and go.

In the future, the prince will stand in the same position and do the same thing.

Then she.

Where will it be?

His eyes unconsciously searched for Queen Lin's location.

After watching it for a long time, I found that Empress Lin, who was still beautiful, was standing depressed behind Emperor Bo Zhao.

Mu Xiaoxiao's heart couldn't help but chuckle.

The old and undecrepit Queen Lin is the exclusive favor, what else is unsatisfactory.

When everyone's morale was high, Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the prince on the side with his spare eyes.

The dark and deep eyes shone brightly. He seems to yearn for the highest peak of power.