Mu Guanying's heart suddenly felt a trace of colic.

Such a pure and beautiful woman, but she was framed. was even misunderstood by his own prince.

However, Lin Yaoyue, the daughter of the general of Zhenguo that Miss Ru Zhen said, seems to be a close friend of Linlang, and she is very good on weekdays. Although I haven't had a deep friendship with her, I don't feel like such a vicious woman.

Mu Guanying hesitated slightly, but Lin Ruzhen seemed to be sad at this time. I couldn't help crying softly, and the voice was sad and tactful. Mu Guanying couldn't help but be shocked, and reached out to wipe away the teardrops on Lin Ruzhen's face.

Lin Ru really seemed to feel his slightly rough fingertips and raised his head. The eyes are as smart and beautiful as a fawn, and the veins are full of affection.

"Thank you, Brother Mu. Her voice was timid, as if she was shy.

Mu Guanying couldn't help but feel hot.

At this time, he had already arrived in front of the Hanyuan Hall where the celebration was held, Mu Guanying gently hugged Lin Ruzhen off the horse, "Miss Ruzhen, go in, the palace banquet is about to begin." I will say good things for you, my lord. ”

Hearing this, Lin Ruzhen couldn't help but laugh, but there were still tears on her thin white and weak face. Mu Guanying couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart. I saw Lin Ruzhen smile slightly, showing a strong expression, turned around and lifted her skirt and went up the hall steps of Hanyuan Palace.

Mu Guanying couldn't come back to his senses, he looked at Lin Ruzhen who stepped on the stairs step by step, there was some indescribable pain in his heart, and a touch of unnoticed feelings came to his heart.

And Lin Ruzhen turned around and lifted her skirt and went up the hall steps, but the corners of her lips lightly hooked up a cruel smile.

'Mu Guanying, the personal guard of the regent Murong Jin, and the elder brother of Mu Linlang. Lin Yaoyue, this time it's uncomfortable for you. ’

Lin Ruzhen smiled slowly and quickly stepped on the last step of the Hanyuan Palace.

......

Here, Mu Linlang put Fang Cai's pity and worry behind him, and stepped into the Hanyuan Hall with Lin Yaoyue talking happily. The palace man who led the way hurriedly stepped forward and guided the two nobles to their seats.

At this moment, a palace maid came to pass the word, and the palace person glanced at Lin Yaoyue, buried his head, and said respectfully, "Miss Lin, Concubine Pei Xian is invited." ”

Concubine Pei Xian and Lin Yaoyue couldn't help but have a hint of foreboding.

On the side, Mu Linlang was also very anxious, she gently grabbed Lin Yaoyue's arm, "Yaoyue, I'll go with you." ”

Lin Yaoyue looked at Mu Linlang's worried expression, and couldn't help but show a smile that relieved her, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Besides, without the will of the virtuous concubine, how can you go with me. Don't worry about it, go and sit in your place, the palace feast is about to begin. ”

Hearing this, Mu Linlang was still a little hesitant. She felt that it was not a good thing for Concubine Pei Xian to call Lin Yaoyue away before the palace banquet began.

But Lin Yaoyue had obviously thanked the palace people and walked in the direction of Chenglu Palace.

Along the way, Lin Yaoyue followed the palace people in front of her and walked through the palaces.

Lin Yaoyue looked at the magnificent palaces, but she couldn't help but laugh in her heart. This palace can always maintain its luxury, but the concubines who live in it can't keep their delicate faces.

In his previous life, Murong Ling had pointed to these palaces and promised himself, 'When he ascends the throne as emperor.' Thousands of beauties will be dispersed, and only one of them will be left to grow old with him. But as a result, he died in Dawan's prison.

Lin Yaoyue couldn't help but feel funny, where in this world is there a person who can give up this supreme position, and what man in this world can give up tens of millions of red faces for the sake of a woman. All these oaths are nothing but a ridiculous joke.

Walking quickly to the front of the Chenglu Palace, in the distance, Lin Yaoyue suddenly found a familiar figure. And the woman hid something in her sleeve. She shouldn't have appeared in the Chenglu Palace, Lin Yaoyue couldn't help but be suspicious and thought about it slightly.

Slowly, the sound of the guqin rose, Lin Yaoyue looked slightly, but saw a man in green clothes under the flower tree under the corridor not far away. His fingertips slowly plucked the strings, and his pale inky eyes gave birth to a different kind of brilliance in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Lin Yaoyue recognized him. He was the pianist who was ordered by Concubine Pei Xian to play the piano on the day of the chrysanthemum banquet. The piano is highly skilled, and it is more observant. In addition to when it was passed on to herself, Concubine Pei Xian was really worried that she would miss the opportunity and take the broken tea cup as a letter. The rest of the times, without being reminded, did not fail once, and all of them were passed into the hands of the person designated by Concubine Pei Xian.

Lin Yaoyue smiled lightly at the corner of her lower lip, and followed the palace people and passed by this man.

But suddenly, the world seemed to stand still. Lin Yaoyue looked back sideways, and saw that under the magnolia tree, the man lowered his eyebrows, but the corners of his lips hooked up a light smile.

It's him—

The picture in Lin Yaoyue's mind quickly flipped over. She held back the consternation in her heart and quickly followed the palace people who were moving forward, but suddenly the sky was dark-

Lin Yaoyue opened her eyes, but it was pitch black all around, and there was no sound. It's as if you're in a dead place. There are no birds, beasts, insects, fish, flowers, plants and trees, only the dark night that can never escape.

Lin Yaoyue calmed down her mind, stood up, and asked in a cold voice, "High Priest Shan, since you invited Yaoyue as a guest, why didn't you show up?"

Hearing this, an ethereal chuckle came from the sky.

In the distance, a man in a blue and white robe approached, with wide sleeves in the wind. The pale inky eyes, like a clear spring, looked at Lin Yaoyue coldly.

Today, he did not leave with a veil covering his face.

I saw the man in front of him, with clear eyebrows and picturesque light ink-colored eyes. The lips are like cherry blossoms, the skin is like snow, and the facial features are exquisite. Between the eyebrows, there is still a breath of indifference.

"You recognize me. This should have been a tone of surprise and questioning, but in the mouth of the young man in front of him, it was so flat that there were no waves.

Peaceful and clear eyes, with a calmness that can only be achieved after many years of practice. But Lin Yaoyue couldn't forget the look of contempt for all beings when she questioned him for his life.

The corners of Lin Yaoyue's lips couldn't help but hook up a sneer, "Didn't High Priest Shan already warn Yaoyue?"

I remember the eighteenth year of Dawan Jiahe, the day of my nineteenth birthday. The soul returns to the underworld, and there is no corpse to die, and it is impossible to escape. Lin Yaoyue's tone was extremely cold, as if she was not talking about her own life and death.

Hearing this, Shan Yuan finally raised his eyebrows, "You can't be happy with Murong Jin." ”

Lin Yaoyue was stunned when she heard this. In an instant, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Doesn't High Priest Shan feel that he is too lenient?"

Looking at Lin Yaoyue's mocking appearance, there was no ripple in Shan Yuan's pale inky eyes, he raised his chin slightly, and the clear young voice sounded again, he still said the same sentence, "You can't be happy with Murong Jin." ”

Lin Yaoyue couldn't help but hold back Fang Cai's mockery, her ink-colored phoenix eyes glanced at the young man in front of her, "What are you going to do?", her voice was extremely cold.