On the stepping pavilion, the sound of the guqin is heartwarming.

The breeze is blowing and the willows are fluttering. In the small pavilion in the center of the lake, the outline of Murong Ling's jade face is serene. His eyebrows are clear and his face is like a crown of jade. His eyes were clear, and he looked straight at Lin Yaoyue.

But Lin Yaoyue lowered her eyes and didn't look at him.

Murong Ling frowned slightly, and under his slender fingers, he flicked it lightly, and the tune suddenly changed. The sound of the piano is like crying, just like depression, empty of top ambition, but nowhere to show.

Lin Yaoyue's heart couldn't help but move, and the whispers of Murong Ling's eyes in her previous life lingered in her ears.

His gaze was sincere, as if it were sincere. 'Mountains and rivers are high and rivers are hard to find. Childhood sweethearts, two little guesses. In his previous life, it was on this quiet pavilion that he stroked the qin, she danced the sword, and the shadows followed each other, and the mind was connected, like a fairy couple.

It's a pity that Lin Yaoyue once thought that she raised her eyebrows, Qin Se and Ming. By the time she was turned into blood and water dyed by Lin Ruzhen, she knew that Murong Ling's tolerance and trust was just a careful calculation, and it was a big joke in the eyes of everyone.

Lin Yaoyue stepped forward and made a slight gesture,

"The courtiers have no intention of stepping into the Mirror Pavilion to disturb His Royal Highness the Prince, Yaxing, and hope that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will forgive her sins. ”

Hearing this, Murong Ling couldn't help but be stunned, although Lin Yaoyue's words were polite and very flattering to her identity, but her words revealed her alienation from herself.

Murong Ling's fists couldn't help but clench slightly,

Seeing that Lin Yaoyue is about to become his quasi-crown princess today. He will immediately get the support of the Zhenguo General's Mansion and control the military power of the Lin family army in the north. But why is Lin Yaoyue's attitude towards herself strange and alienated at this time?

Although Murong Ling was annoyed in his heart, he still had the appearance of a humble son on his face.

"Yaoyue doesn't have to be like this, this palace won't blame you. His voice was warm and low, with a man's unique clarity, and a comforting calmness in his gentleness.

It is like the morning sun outside the pavilion, which warms people's heartstrings.

Lin Yaoyue couldn't help but have a sneer between the corners of her lips, and she returned the salute,

"His Royal Highness Prince Xie is forgiving, and the courtiers are retiring. ”

Murong Ling was really confused at this time, although Lin Yaoyue had never said it, he knew that she had always been pleased with him. He holds her firmly in his hands, always observing her preferences, and he is confident that she will not escape the love web he has weaved.

Thinking about it so far,

Murong Ling's face seemed to sigh, and there was a gentle chuckle between the corners of his lips, like the beginning of the piano sound, and the strings moved slightly, dissipating the embarrassment and alienation at this time.

"Yue'er, is it okay to accompany this palace to finish this song?"

Murong Ling's eyebrows are like ink paintings, and his temples are like knife cuts. The starry eyes are shining and the gaze is burning.

The corners of Lin Yaoyue's lips couldn't help but hook up a wry smile, sure enough, he was reborn, and he was still the same as in his previous life.

Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.

It's a pity that when his bamboo horse came to his side, what he wanted was his own life.

Lin Yaoyue's eyes tilted slightly, looking at the person who came from the south direction, she couldn't help but move her eyebrows slightly, and a hint of banter appeared between her lips. She lowered her eyes and replied to Murong Ling respectfully: "The courtiers obey the will of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. ”

Saying that, Lin Yaoyue turned the branches into swords.

The willows dance with the wind, the cloud sleeves dance lightly, and the posture is graceful. In an instant, she jumped up, and the branch sword came out of her sleeve,

led to the sound of the guqin, and turned sharply.

Lin Yaoyue's sword dance is like a hissing wind, and it is like a dragon walking through, combining rigidity and softness, flowing water and clouds. The picturesque eyebrows are clearly visible, and the ink-colored phoenix eyes are eye-catching. Murong Ling's piano sound became more and more pressing with Lin Yaoyue's dance steps. The depression and injustice in the song seems to have suddenly found a breakthrough because of this sassy dancing. Instantly turned into an air swallowing mountains and rivers, invincible sound.

In the end, Lin Yaoyue rose from the ground, suddenly like lightning, spiraling down, provoking Luoying.

"Good, good, good. "The person who came was dressed in a bright yellow Canghai Nine Dragons Tengyun Brocade, and wore a crown of nine pearls of jade. This person is Murong Ping, the Emperor of Dawan, and it is Lin Yaoyue's eyes that are slightly tilted and wants to attract him.

If you say that doing something, it takes talent and sweat to succeed. Murong Ping is a person who has sweated a lot, but he has no talent for governing the country. Perhaps because of this, Murong Ping's mind has become more and more narrow-minded since he ascended the throne for eleven years, suspicious and suspicious.

Murong Ling also broke out in a cold sweat when he heard the words 'good, good, good' in Murong Ping's mouth. The look that seemed to be calm and calm on weekdays also suddenly froze.

"The prince really played a good song, but I don't know, what is the name of this ancient song that swallows mountains and rivers?"

Murong Ping's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of cold light between his slender eyes. The handsome face that has reached the age of no confusion is gloomy at this time.

Murong Ling's brows furrowed slightly,

But in an instant, he showed a peaceful smile again, and replied respectfully, "Father, this song is called 'Biansai', which tells the story of the barbarian invasion, the soldiers who defended the city on the frontier were trapped for a long time, and finally fought against the water and solved the siege. ”

Lin Yaoyue believes that she is about to become a great treasure in her previous life, and Murong Ling's skills, which have been forbearance for many years, are naturally not general. It is not appropriate for me to go head-to-head with him now.

When Lin Yaoyue heard this, she just lowered her eyebrows and didn't speak.

When Murong Ping heard this, he approached Murong Ling.

After carefully looking at Murong Ling's respectful appearance, he smiled for a while, "This song is very good, on the southern border, Fanyun Kingdom is ready to move again, gathering a large number of troops in a vain attempt to suppress the border. He also sent envoys to change the terms of the Hajj.

The ministers advised me to value peace, saying that the treasury was empty and that it was difficult for grain and grass to reach the border.

But I thought otherwise, in my opinion, as long as the soldiers defending the city on the frontier were united, they would have a way to get food and soldiers. It was difficult for the enemy soldiers to retreat, but the sergeants were not in alignment. If the heart is united, why worry about the enemy not retreating?" Murong smiled at ease.

But Lin Yaoyue's heart understands that if she doesn't send reinforcements or supply food and grass, how can she unite as one and retreat from the strong enemy. The difficulty of my father and brother at the border pass, only now do I understand.

The emperor's remarks are just a suspicious, whimsical, and unaware excuse for the people's livelihood.

Murong Ling's expression seemed to agree, and he said gently: "What my father said is very true, if Nanban does not suppress it, it is not enough to deter the national prestige. The father was wise. ”

When Murong Ping heard this, he was overjoyed, stepped forward, patted Murong Lingdi on the shoulder and said,

"Good Emperor, you are in line with what I think.

Gonggong Yan, set up the imperial study. I and the Emperor are to agree on the southern border. If there is no major military matter, it must not be disturbed. ”

"Minion Command. ”

Gonggong Yan immediately took the little eunuchs around him and rearranged the dragon drive. Murong walked in front of him, and Murong Ling followed closely behind, heading towards the imperial study. Lin Yaoyue lowered her eyes and bowed, her face cold.

After a while, when the bright yellow guard of honor could no longer be seen, Gao Quan led Lin Yaoyue again towards Concubine Pei Xian's Chenglu Palace.

Walking to the front of the hall, Gao Quan leaned over slightly, "Miss Lin, please." ”