The scenery of the prince's mansion in the west is obviously two completely different extremes from Jiuhong, one is rich and full of authority, and a small bridge is fresh and chic, but it is elegant and comfortable. And the palace adjacent to the west is naturally attributed to the latter.

Xiao is has been going around the palace and several palaces since he was a child, and Mu Aotian, who is very familiar with this, can't help but be surprised and admired when he stepped into the palace of the third prince. Although I don't know what the furnishings are in the other palaces adjacent to the west of the road, just seeing the appearance of the garden here, I can't help but admire it again and again. The eyes glow, and everything is very new.

"If the Lord doesn't need to be busy, why don't you let this king lead the Lord to the back garden to enjoy the flowers and leaves of this season?" He had been staring at the slightly short boy standing beside him in front of him, and the joy that suddenly rose up from the boy was also included in Shang Zixu's eyes. At that moment, my heart moved, and I couldn't help but ask out loud.

"That's great!" Mu Aotian's eyes lit up suddenly, as if he realized that his performance was too obvious, and he hurriedly collected his expression, and said in a crepe manner: "Then there will be Lord Lao to lead the way." ”

Seeing this, Shang Zixu didn't break it, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and walked forward. Since he left Jiuhong that day, he sent people to investigate the life of the martial arts master, but he only heard the news recently, and I am afraid that in a few days, the information of those investigations will be sent to his desk. The thought of being able to understand the life experience of the young man around him can't help but dye a touch of joy in his cold eyes.

This excited Mu Aotian didn't notice the momentary emotional change of the man next to him, he just looked left and right with a pair of extremely excited eyes, and he touched that side to take a look, and had a lot of fun.

The setting in this palace is really novel! The pure wood-colored carved pillars are only slightly carved and decorated, and are not pasted with gold and silver as others, and the pure natural faintly exudes a faint fragrance, like a hidden fragrance that has been precipitated for many years, which is fascinating. The simple plants, trees, flowers and leaves in the garden are all inserted in various plain porcelain vases, which are placed into a beautiful landscape. Not far away, the small stream rockery is exquisitely carved, and the juvenile fish in the pond play freely, this scene is joyful, and the leisure is light.

Just as Mu Aotian was carefully observing a sea of flowers, suddenly a small footstep came into his ears from the mud wall path behind him, and followed the prestige, and the purpose was a touch of graceful and luxurious clothes and a pair of embroidered shoes embroidered with peony style, followed by a wonderful figure.

"The concubine has seen the prince." The soft voice made Shang Zixu frown, and glanced at Yu Lian'er who was dressed in formal clothes, without a trace of emotion on his face, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"There is no need to be polite to love the concubine."

Yu Li'er couldn't help but tremble in her heart, where the man's gaze was in front of her, she forcibly evoked a weak smile, and said: "Yesterday, the princess invited the concubine to enter the palace today, and the concubine responded privately. I just thought about it before leaving, but I didn't expect that there would be guests here, but the concubine was rude. Under the wide sleeves, a pair of hands holding soft handkerchiefs tightened tightly.

Where does she dare to speak? Early in the morning, she heard that the prince left the palace in a hurry as soon as it was dawn, and such an unusual behavior made her vigilant, and hurriedly sent a maid to inquire, who knew that the prince had brought an extraordinary-looking young man into the mansion.

Even though she was just a man, she didn't need to be nervous. But over the years, since she married into the palace, the prince has never touched her for half a point, and she didn't dare to spread such a humiliating thing, but she couldn't pick it up in her heart. Even the group of warblers and Yanyan in the backyard are as cold as widows, compared to her as the third princess, she can still see the prince occasionally.

This western neighbor is not without the good people of Longyang, so it can't help but worry her, so she found an excuse to hurry over, wanting to see what kind of little guy it is, and he actually seduced the prince so much!

"I have a relationship with the third princess, so what's rude?" Listening to some familiar voices, Yu Li'er was puzzled, and looked up at it, but she couldn't hide the surprise on her face.

It's actually the martial arts commander who doesn't look big but has great achievements?

At the same time, Mu Aotian was also looking at the legendary Mrs. Yu who was fascinated by the North Immortal Suo without a trace, and he didn't take a closer look at it when he visited the Jiuhongguo Dynasty banquet last time, but now that he meets it, how can he not take a serious look?

The woman in front of her, who made the people of Jiuhong angry, was wearing a long skirt of dark blue brocade at this time, embroidered with golden peonies entwined with gold threads, and used a brocade belt dotted with flowers to tie the slender waist. The jet-black hair is curled into a wishful bun, in addition to decorating some scattered delicate and small heads, there is also a jasper hairpin obliquely between the buns, and the ice tassel with thin silver wire beads looks not complicated, but has a trace of grace and elegance. A face with a little pink delicacy has delicate facial features, charming apricot eyes, and red lips like fat, which looks so pitiful and pitiful, and jumps out of an indescribable nobility.

Mu Aotian squinted his eyes, and a hazy face suddenly appeared in his mind, it was Concubine An Guifei back then, and now the queen mother! The appearance of the two is indeed six or seven points similar, but Mrs. Yu has an elegant temperament, and she has the air that a noble lady should have, and Concubine An Guifei was born just a concubine from a small mansion, even if she was born similar to Mrs. Yu, she is inevitably born with a vulgar atmosphere.

In such a comparison, I suddenly felt a little clear in my heart. It's no wonder that the queen mother who has successfully ascended the throne in Jiuhong is so nervous, and when she learns that the third princess has arrived in Linjiuhong with the third prince, she will ignore the arrangement of the North Shadow Suo, and hurriedly run to the banquet to show her face and stare at people.

Isn't it just that the man who has been tightly chained for so many years will rekindle the old love when he sees the old man who has been remembered in the past?

Although the most embarrassing result still gave her a handful, plus Shang Zixu's subsidy, the big thorn sent a few delicate beauties to Bei Yingshuo, and slapped her hard in front of the queen's mother, which can be regarded as revenge for causing her depression back then!

"Since the princess has an appointment with the royal sister, it's not good to miss the appointment, so let's go to the appointment quickly." Seeing that the young man beside him was looking at Yu Lian'er intently, Shang Zi couldn't help but feel a little depressed in his heart, and he felt a little irritable for no reason, and couldn't help but interrupt the young man's deep thoughts.

Listening to Shang Zixu's three sentences without leaving the appointment, he guessed that he had the intention of driving people away, Yu Lian'er couldn't help but feel miserable, hung her head sadly, answered with a sigh, and turned around and led a few maids to another railing.

Looking at Yu Li'er's slender and thin back leaving, a sentence suddenly flashed in Mu Aotian's mind, and he couldn't help but be a little moved.

Yiren's dream is haggard, for whom is he stupid, for whom is he pitied?