Lifting the layers of curtains, the cultivator found the wonder of this bedroom, the huge living room only in the four partitions of the staggered stacked a few brocade screens, the scenery on which are hand-painted, the painting is exquisite.

At the moment, although she had no intention of looking at the furnishings, she couldn't take her eyes off the scenery on the screen. Among them, there are scenes she has seen, and there are even more things she can't imagine.

One of them was painted with "Flying to the Qinyi", but it was different from the one she had seen, and two new people had been added to the door of the Qinyi.

Although the man is only the back, the posture that is half stopping and half going is full of gloom and helplessness. Beside the man, a bright-eyed girl tiptoeing probe, as if she was very curious about it, and her cuteness jumped on the paper.

Another one depicts the sounds of the city, and if you look closely, it is actually a hot and noisy scene during the bustling and dreamlike Kamitsu Festival in Tokyo. In the painting, there are groups of girls singing and dancing, talking and laughing, all of them are like peach branches and willows in spring, graceful and colorful, jumping out of joy. There is only one riverbank, and there is a beautiful woman standing quietly, looking at the reflection faintly, as if in the middle of the water.

There are also two fans, one is painted with the sunset of the flowers, and the other is painted with the Qionghua of Bliss, which she also recognizes. There is only one door that I don't know where it is, and Xiu Ling only feels like a place where the gods live, and he can't help but stop and look at it for a long time before coming back to his senses.

"Under his brush, a string and a trace of hair seem to have charm, no wonder at that time, he was just a newcomer, and he became a fragrant dumpling held by the emperor in the palm of his hand, and his status was close to Cai Jing's father and son." Thinking of this, Xiu Ling sneered and staggered out the door.

There is another hall outside the bedroom door, along the wall is a shelf separated by carved exquisite wooden boards, on which are placed all kinds of rare things, some treasures such as copper tripod porcelain vase, terracotta figurines and strange stones, can find allusions from the history; There are also some lanterns and jade pots, ancient mirror incense burners, novel and unique styles, and they are also patterns that she has never seen before, not like the things she is familiar with.

It wasn't until he got out of the Yanxia Tower and dragged his steps back to Zhufangyuan that the world in front of him seemed to be real again. At this time, the sky was already dark, and the light flashed behind him, and Xiu Ling turned around, and saw that it was a few Luoxia disciples on duty who followed the lamp and lit it to the gate of the garden. Seeing her look back, she hurried back and ran away like a thief, and did not greet her.

***

Yanxia Tower is not far from Zhufangyuan, and it is only a hundred steps away, but the cultivator walked straight and panted, and rested two or three times along the way. She knew that it would be impossible for her to go out to the waves to find a step now, so she wanted to ask Qinghuan to do it for her.

reluctantly walked to Song Qinghuan's door, but heard the sound of an argument in the room. The princess said angrily: "I am closer to you than your own brother, and you actually use Ling'er ......"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a strong wind rushing into his chest with a "whoosh", and the cultivator could no longer move. The door creaked open, and the feather king with a sinking face came out of the door, and when he saw that it was her, he was slightly stunned, and raised his hand to unlock her acupoint.

Song Qinghuan hurriedly helped Xiu Lingze into the room and sat down, asking how her injuries were, how Xia Zun treated her, and so on.

After confirming that there was no one else outside the house, Song Liancheng closed the door again, sat next to the two, and didn't say a word, and only after the spiritual cultivation was properly placed, did he say solemnly: "The day before the concubine was chosen, it was really the medicine that this king gave to Qing Huan. ”

After a pause, he frowned again, "The king also knows about you and Su Qianqian going to the quicksand river, but it is really inconvenient to interfere, so I didn't save you in time." ”

Xiu Ling was shocked, his heart was cold, and he said after a while: "Is it for Miao Chunguo?" ”

Song Liancheng acquiesced, his sword eyebrows were still frowning, and he still had all kinds of unspeakable sorrow. In the end, he only said "I'm sorry" coldly, got up and cleaned up his clothes, and said to Song Qinghuan: "If you want to tell her, tell her." ”

After seeing him leave from the side door, Song Qinghuan stared at the spiritual cultivator. Seeing that she was prostration, sullen and unhappy, and her originally clear face was completely radiant, she suddenly felt pity and persuaded her: "Brother Yu is not completely unreasonable to do this, you listen to me explain first?" ”

As he spoke, he lowered his posture, and followed the example of a maid serving a princess, hurriedly took off her shoes and socks, settled her on the bed, and went to the table to pour a bowl of water and feed her to drink.

But how could the first princess of the Great Song Dynasty serve people, only poured it into her mouth, and the cultivator choked a few times, and said weakly, "The princess doesn't have to be like this, I heard you say it." ”

Song Qinghuan confessed with peace of mind, sat at the head of the bed and said slowly: "Nowadays, people all over the world think that the prince was deposed because of rebellion, but in fact, it is not; People all over the world think that the queen is virtuous and the king of Shang is benevolent, but in fact, it may not be.

Now that my father is seriously ill, only Miaochun fruit can be saved, so it has caused so many turmoil. Here, I, Song Qinghuan, can swear to the heavens, Brother Yu and I are really asking for Miao Chunguo, it is really to save the life of the saint, and those who have other intentions are by no means the same as the raccoon dog. Only when his father recovers can he regain control of the government and return the people to a clean world. ”

The island of the universe is now the saint of the Song Dynasty, the world respectfully called the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, is the Ming Jun praised by everyone, its fame spreads, even the small village like Fenglin Late also has nursery rhymes to praise, drama depictions. Xiu Ling knew that what Song Qinghuan said was true, but how many palace secrets were revealed in his words were already ulteriors, so he didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

It's just that there is one thing for unknown reasons,—— obviously their brother and sister are looking for her to help Su Qianqian win the championship, and Su Qianqian really won the championship, but why didn't he save him when he died?

Song Qinghuan didn't wait for her to ask, and had already answered, "There is another thing that you must find strange." The reason why Brother Yu and I decided to support Su Qianqian was actually to clear Luo Fangrui's suspicion in front of the imperial brother.

It turned out that Luo Fangrui was the person of the emperor's brother, but for some reason, he suddenly surrendered to Brother Yu. The royal brother is suspicious by nature, and if I don't mix and mix, he will be suspicious.

Now he doubts her, and he doubts me, and he will surely cause the two of us to secretly restrain each other, and lead us to mutual dislike, so that he may listen to some truths on both sides. ”

Thinking of Gongsun Changqin's previous advice, Xiu Ling was indignant in his heart, as the saying goes, the world is as black as a crow, and it seems that the court in this world is also a general intrigue, and I am deceitful.

At this time, it was already pitch black outside the house, Song Qinghuan sighed, and fell asleep beside her, "I know that you are not happy in your heart, and you feel that we are not righteous in this matter." In fact, I'm not happy, and Brother Yu is even less happy, but what can I do if I'm in his position? ”

She said no more, rolled over, and stared at the candlelight on the stage in a daze.

"King Shang is your own brother, why ......" Xiu Lingze's voice came, and he gently put his palm on her shoulder and said.

After a long time, Song Qinghuan choked up and said: "I just want to save my brother and mother's lives at the end of the road." ”

……

The candle flame was hazy, and fatigue hit, and the two of them fell asleep with their own hearts.