Picking up her own black jade flute, Feng Zhilan's fingers were attached to various places on the flute, and her fingers were a little weird and cautious against the background of the black jade. Looking at Ling Yanxi, Feng Zhilan lightly hooked her red lips, and her face was as graceful and graceful as a gentle and elegant wind and rain orchid.

"This princess has already taken out the jade flute, doesn't Miss Yan Xi still want this princess to wait for you?"

"The fourth princess said that she laughed, how dare Yan Xi bother the four princesses?" After Ling Yanxi finished speaking, he took out a green jade flute. "Is it okay for an ensemble to play a piece made in heaven?"

"Naturally!"

Then, the two walked out of the banquet at the same time and stood in front of Situ Xuan.

As if there was no need for a word, Feng Zhilan and Ling Yanxi put the jade flute under their lips almost at the same time, and the sound of the flute came like gurgling water. The sound of the flute is like a woman's jade hand gently touching the blue water, comfortable and fresh, as if a bright moon with cold brilliance suddenly rose in the dark night, and the darkness of the night seemed to be completely dispelled in an instant.

While everyone was still immersed in the sound of the flute, there was a sudden sharp sound of wine glasses falling to the ground. And some people in the birthday banquet began to become strange, and their eyes were very dull in front of them, as if only the body was left, and the soul had disappeared.

What's more, he fell from the Taishi's chair and lay on the ground, his godless gaze like a stupid person, revealing the stupidity and ignorance that could not be spoken.

At this time, Ling Yanxi, who was playing with Feng Zhilan, had stopped playing, just standing in place, looking at the front with a dull gaze, the green jade flute in her hand was shaky, and the light was warm, as if the infinitely beautiful moonlight. But in the end, the green jade flute fell from her hand, fell to the ground, and shattered into countless pieces, and the broken scene seemed to be the same as everyone on the lotus platform.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Hua Qingmo just smiled, looked at Feng Zhilan and said: "The fourth princess's phonology is really amazing, looking at the current appearance of those ministers, I am a little ashamed of their high-minded face just now." ”

For Hua Qingmo's words, Feng Zhilan did not speak, her phonology continued, if she interrupted at this time, the previous flute sound would be wasted.

Seeing that Feng Zhilan didn't speak, Hua Qingmo knew in her heart that her guess was right, and this secret music technique of the Linyue royal family needed to blow a whole piece to fully work. Although she didn't have any good feelings for these ministers of the Hua Dynasty, and even had disgust, after all, she was from the Hua Dynasty and didn't want to be bullied by Linyue.

In addition to Hua Qingmo and Bai Zixiao, there is also some consciousness of Situ Heng, Situ Yuanche, Situ Yuanyou, Situ Xuan and several generals with internal cultivation. Hearing Hua Qingmo mention the sound technique, everyone's already pale faces became even more terrifying.

Who doesn't know that a hundred years ago, 200,000 soldiers of the Chinese Dynasty fought with Linyue, and these 200,000 troops all died under the sound of music. It's just that after such a long time, many people have forgotten about it, but they don't want to meet it so coincidentally today.

"Sound ......" Situ Xuan's face was slightly cold, and he wanted to open his mouth to make Feng Zhilan stop, but in this way, he would admit defeat to Linyue, and his Hua Dynasty's face suddenly disappeared. But if this continues, his ministers, princes and nobles, and harem concubines will all be killed.

Just when Situ Xuan was in a dilemma, a white porcelain dragon and phoenix Chengxiangtu tea bowl suddenly attacked Feng Zhilan, hitting Feng Zhilan's right hand with great accuracy. In an instant, the sound of the flute disappeared, and Feng Zhilan's whole person seemed to be pushed hard by an invisible hand, and her body unconsciously took a few steps back.

"Fourth princess, since it's an ensemble, how can you play alone?" Bai Zixiao's cold voice came, and his eyes looked at Ling Yanxi, who was slowly recovering his soberness, with a smile on the corner of his lips that was enchanting and gorgeous, but there was no trace of emotion: "But the second lady of the Shujun Palace's mansion is afraid that she will not be able to play with the fourth princess, so forget it." ”

"Uncle Six Emperors is right, Zhilan will obey the order." Feng Zhilan raised her hand to gently wipe the blood from the corner of her lips, and there was an extremely faint and gentle smile on her beautiful face. Her hand clenched the ink jade flute, and her fingers trembled unconsciously.

In order to learn the art of music, she began to cultivate internal force since she was a child, and her internal force cultivation has reached the world's first-class master. But just now, her Sixth Emperor Uncle interrupted her sound technique with a light blow, thinking that his Imperial Uncle's internal strength must be several times higher than his own.

Maybe it was her momentary delusion, she felt that the Sixth Emperor Uncle in front of her wanted to kill herself, but she was just stepping on an ant to death.

Without the sound of the flute, the people on the lotus platform gradually came to their senses. Although they didn't know much about what happened just now, they also knew everything, and the expressions on their faces were extremely bad. However, they couldn't find anything to say at this time, after all, Feng Zhilan had already said it before, and her flute was inaudible to ordinary people. And they themselves are to blame.

Since Ye Chenxue became the queen, this year's birthday is probably the most unpeaceful year. But fortunately, it was relatively peaceful in the back, and it was over. As for Ye Chenmei, she was guarded by the brocade guards and stayed in the lotus pond for fifteen hours.

Three days after the queen's birthday, Situ Xuan issued a holy decree to canonize Feng Zhilan, the fourth princess of Linyue Kingdom, as Lan Guifei, and the queen assisted in the affairs of the six palaces.

Of course, there are still many ministers in the DPRK and China who oppose this matter, but Situ Xuan's mind has been decided, and no one can change it. The important ministers of the DPRK and the central government, led by Ye Fuhui, could only give up helplessly.

Hua Qingmo didn't care too much about the affairs of the court, what she cared about was the actions of King Ningjun. According to the report from the spies of Xichang, the fiefdom of Ningjun Wangfu Dingdu City is very different these days, and it is very different from weekdays. The people of Xichang thought it was strange, so they investigated carefully, and only learned that there were about 500,000 people in Dingdu City who were training in secret, and according to the sunlight of the Xichang spies, those people were no worse than the strictly trained army.

In this way, it made Hua Qingmo look forward to it very much, and the princess of the old county said that the pearl of the king of Ningjun was covered with dust, covering her original brilliance. Now that she had wiped the dust with her own hands, she really wanted to see if King Ning Jun could exude the brilliance of the pearl.

For the rest of June, Hua Qingmo spent the rest of her life in the 9,000-year-old mansion and rarely went out. Now that the Ningjun Mansion is no longer allowed for her to set foot in, she has no place to go, just reading the book of soldiers in the room every day, reading the book of soldiers, or discussing matters about the battlefield with the Sixteen Horsemen of Youyun. Hua Qingmo found that the sixteen people of Yun Evil couldn't help but be strong in martial arts, and each of them was proficient in the way of using soldiers, and they all had their own opinions. Every time after talking to them about the art of war, Hua Qingmo had a non-stop insight in her heart.

In addition, Hua Qingmo is to take care of Momo. Mo Mo, who has been eight months old, is now very naughty, moving around on the couch, and almost fell off the couch several times. In order to avoid Mo Mo from falling and getting hurt, Hua Qingmo ordered people to cover the room with purple mink skin, so that Mo Mo could play on it at will.

Originally, Hua Qingmo wanted to make a few toys for Momo in her previous life, but she rarely played with these things since she was a child, so she didn't have much impression, so she could only get a few for Momo by virtue of what she saw on TV.

Watching Mo Mo grow up day by day, Hua Qingmo really felt the meaning of the four words "quiet and good" in the years. It's just that these four words are only occasional and temporary for her now.

June is like a meteor, flying by, and soon the July of Lin'an City is coming, and there is a kind of fiery heat everywhere. In the last three days of June, Bai Zixiao did not go out early and return late as before, but stayed in the room with her every day, accompanying Mo Mo.

At night, after Hua Qingmo put Mo Mo to sleep, she handed her over to the nurse and walked back to the room by herself. The summer night is slightly hot and blowing, and the face is like a flame on the stove, and I feel extremely uncomfortable.

Pushing open the door, Hua Qingmo walked in, and the cold in the room drove away some of the heat slightly. Hua Qingmo walked to the middle of the room, sat directly on the mink and lay down, breathing slightly short.

At this time, a cool breeze came from above, and Hua Qingmo opened her eyes, and her face was as stunning as ever. The white purple ink hair stood up high, only the two short strands of ink hair hung down in front of his forehead, the pitch-black hair reflected his face, as white as snow, reflecting his eyes, as dark as the night, and two red tassels hung down from the purple jade crown, which was even more lazy in the casual.

He was holding a fan in his hand, and his fingers were gently fanning, but even so, Hua Qingmo could see clearly that the fan was painted with the pattern of men and women having sex [huan].

"Yun Shu is asleep." Bai Zixiao's indifferent voice came.

"Well, she's tired after a whole day of playing." Hua Qingmo chuckled lightly and replied softly. She closed her eyes, enjoying the cool breeze of the white purple flute, and her elegant face was as graceful as a white plum against the background of the purple mink under her.

Looking at Hua Qingmo like this, Bai Zixiao's eyes gradually darkened. His gaze slowly moved down from Hua Qingmo's face, to her graceful neck and undulating chest, and there seemed to be a ripple in her eyes.

He threw away the fan in his hand and leaned over to kiss Hua Qingmo. This action made Hua Qingmo suddenly open her eyes in shock, her dark and bright eyes, like a frightened deer, revealing surprise and a hint of pity.

Looking at Hua Qingmo like this, Bai Zixiao's kiss intensified, as if she wanted to plunder her, and then carved her own mark in her life, her blood and bones, and her soul.

The unsympathetic plundering on her lips made Hua Qingmo feel a kind of forcible possession and madness that she had never felt before, the breath in her mouth was ruthlessly snatched away by Bai Zixiao, and the feeling of not being able to breathe normally made her feel the urge to resist.

But soon, Bai Zixiao's kiss became lighter, the light one gently slid across the corners of her lips like flowing water, the soft one fell to her lips like a feather, and the shallow one shone lightly on her lips like the sun. He stroked her lips quietly but lightly, as if to taste every little corner of her lips deeply.