At the end of the banquet, after Zhaoyun and several official eunuchs exchanged a few words, he and Panruo insisted on saying intimate words in the side hall.

If it weren't for Mrs. Yu's urging several times, Zhaoyun really wanted to leave Praruo behind and stay in her Zhaoyun Palace for a few days. Reason, however, told her that she could not do so, or she would be in danger.

When the two separated, Prajna pulled her and didn't want to leave. I really held hands and looked at the tears, and I was speechless and choked. In any case, I promised that she would find time to sneak out of the palace to see her.

If he gave up, he reluctantly followed Mrs. Yu back to the general's mansion in a carriage.

It was still winter, and night fell early, and when Zhaoyun also returned to Zhaoyun Palace with Mingcui, the sky was already getting dark.

Zhaoyun Palace is located in the southeast corner of the palace, and it is quiet and leisurely. Because Zhaoyun likes seclusion, the first emperor had to give Zhaoyun the Qiwu Courtyard of the eldest princess who had been married, and later changed its name to Zhaoyun Palace.

Several sycamore trees were planted outside the Zhaoyun Palace. One leaf falls into the autumn wind, and the other leaves fall into the autumn dew.

Its leaves have long since fallen, and now only bare branches remain, as if it were an old woman who has gone through vicissitudes, standing for a long time looking at the deep vermilion palace wall, waiting for new leaves to grow in February.

Zhaoyun is not so fond of sycamores, and I have heard that there are two kinds of trees, of which the sycamore is a male tree, and the paulownia tree is a female tree. They always grow together, grow together, and die together.

The sound of the rain hitting the sycamore is really more poignant and sad, as if the woman is crying and complaining. She ordered a few sycamores to be planted outside the palace, and ordered someone to plant a clump of green bamboo in the back garden. In the depths of winter, they are still verdant.

The moonlight poured down, reflecting the snow that had not yet melted, and it was even more vigorous and windy.

"When the flying flowers enter the house in June, sit and watch the green bamboo turn into Qiongzhi" Zhaoyun sighed unconsciously while admiring the bamboo.

"The princess is so elegant"

A lazy and cold voice came from above Zhaoyun's head.

Shocked, Zhaoyun jerked his head up, looking for the owner of the magnetic voice. When I looked at it, I was shocked and took a small step back.

What kind of man was that, Zhaoyun felt that he couldn't even describe it in words.

He was dressed in an ink-colored brocade robe, with his arms on his pillow, lying sideways on the two bent green bamboos, so casual and lazy, she knew that there were people who could lie on the bamboo at will.

What surprised Zhaoyun even more was that it gave her an illusion for a moment, as if his eyes were brighter than the moonlight tonight. However, there is a ghost that makes her unpredictable.

Lined with verdant bamboo, his face is as white as jade, and his eyes are like cold stars. On the top of his head, half of the black silk was tied up high with jade jade, showing that his face was angular.

It's a demon. Zhaoyun secretly sneered. While thinking about it, he secretly inhaled cold air and forced himself to calm down.

"Who are you? Why do you want to break into Zhaoyun Palace at night? ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a knock on the door at the door of Zhaoyun Palace.

"Get out of the way, someone has broken into the palace at night. I have been ordered by the emperor to search for the assassins in all palaces, and I ask for your cooperation. A shrill male voice came from afar.

"No, you can't come in without the princess's orders." A little girl stopped at the gate of the palace, and Zhaoyun heard the voice and recognized that it seemed to be the little girl in peach.

Zhaoyun unconsciously looked up at the man lying on the bamboo branch above his head, enjoying the moonlight. The man didn't even look at her, and there was no hint of eagerness.

Zhao Yun unconsciously bit his lip, clenched his fingers, and immediately made a decision in his heart.

Turning around, she called Ming Cui and told her to let the guards come in and search, and also ordered that those people should not be allowed to mess things up.

After Mingcui left, Zhaoyun turned to look at the person who was lying on a high place and had nothing to do with himself, his heart was full of helplessness.

What kind of man should this be, the people who searched for him were all in front of him, and they were not in a hurry at all. She's more anxious than he is.

The guards searched the house carefully, and the leader of the guards came to the back courtyard to salute Zhaoyun, and looked at the bamboo forest behind her.

"I've searched and searched, and I've seen it. Commander Zhao shouldn't think that my huge bamboo forest can hide people. ”

Zhaoyun played with his fingers and highlighted the word "Tibetan".

"What is Princess Zhaoyun talking about, we are also under orders. Since there is no thief we are looking for here, let's search elsewhere."

After saying that, he clasped his hands into fists and turned to leave.

Commander Zhao left with his men, and Zhaoyun heard that there were people in the distance.

"Obviously, we chased the thief to Zhaoyun Palace, why did the person disappear in the blink of an eye?"

After the messy footsteps completely disappeared, Zhao Yun turned his back to the bamboo forest and said, "They are far away, you can come down now." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhaoyun heard a suppressed muffled snort coming from behind him.

She turned around and saw the man who had just been lying on a bamboo branch leaning against the bamboo with his chest clutched. When I looked closely, it turned out that the black brocade clothes on his chest had been cut by a sword, and blood was slowly penetrating the clothes.

Only then did I find out that the man who had been acting as if he was okay had been seriously injured.

"Why do you think I'm not going to give you out?" Zhaoyun clasped his hands in front of his chest, and also leaned against a pillar and asked coldly.

The man opened his half-closed eyes and looked nonchalantly at the woman who had saved him, and only two words came out of his blood-colored lips: "intuition."

"Oh, then your instincts are really accurate. I knew that this was the case, and I should have confessed you, the thief who broke into the palace at night," Zhaoyun said coldly.

"You won't." After a pause for a few seconds, he forcibly suppressed the surging blood qi and gritted his teeth and said.

"Offering me out will not do you any good or the entire Zhaoyun Palace. I think you know very well the guilt of harboring thieves, princess. ”

Zhaoyun looked at him deeply, put down the hand he was holding, and turned back to the house to get the knife medicine for him. As he walked, he thought to himself, this man is really bold.

After taking the medicine bottle and gauze he had found to treat the knife wound, Zhaoyun found that the person had already sat down leaning against the bamboo. After a few calls, no one answered, and when I got closer, I found that the man had fallen into a coma.

The scattered black silk made his face even pale, and his face was like jade. Zhaoyun slandered this person for being so seriously injured, and he could still lie on the bamboo without falling down, either because he was good at kung fu or he was evil.

After a few pushes, she found that he was still not awake. He gritted his teeth, and with a horizontal heart, he slowly untied the belt of the man's gold silk corset, and gently uncovered the black placket on the man's chest.

Zhu's lips bit the cork that blocked the porcelain bottle, and turned his head to the side, ready to sprinkle the powder on his chest.

But when Zhaoyun thought about it, she was already a living person, and she hadn't seen anything. And now it's important to save people, how can she be as cowardly as a little girl, and feel that she is really going back more and more.

After a moment of composure, he uncovered his shirt again and looked at the long, deep bloody cut on his chest.

It may have been involved in the wound from the bamboo, and it was gurgling outward with blood beads, and Zhaoyun felt pain when he saw it.

So she hurriedly raised her hand and sprinkled the powder. For a moment, his eyes were closed, and the man who fell into a coma frowned, and some fine beads of sweat appeared on his broad-edged forehead.

Zhaoyun took out a silk handkerchief from his arms, gently wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and wrapped the gauze from his armpit to the knife wound on his chest several times, and finally tied a beautiful knot.

When she was done, she looked at the "finished product" she had bandaged and was very satisfied. Only then did he realize that the injured strange man's figure was so long and straight, well-proportioned and strong.

I didn't even think it when I bandaged him seriously just now.

Zhaoyun patted his slightly hot face, feeling that he was really back to fourteen years old, not only his body but also his soul were like a little girl.

Thinking to himself, he found that the corners of his skirt seemed to move, and when he looked down, he found that the man was squinting and leaning against the bamboo to look at her, his eyes full of intriguing.

"You bandaged it for me?"

The man raised his eyebrows, looked at the gauze bandaged on his body a few more times, and gently moved his discolored lips. Only two words were spitted slightly, and there was an urge to make Zhaoyun want to hit him.

"It's ugly."

Zhao Yunqiang suppressed the anger surging in his heart, and secretly scolded him for being bloody. Kindly bandaged with him, didn't thank him, didn't say it, and said this kind of thing irritating and excessive.

"My maid bandaged it for you. What's ugly? Do you have an eye injury? If it weren't for his identity, Zhaoyun really wanted to reward him with a few white eyes.

He only curled the corners of his lips when he heard this. "I owe you a favor for today's events, and he will come to me if he needs it in the future." After saying that, he made a gesture and prepared to leave.

Zhaoyun hurriedly called out to him and asked, "How can I find you?" ”

His back was visibly stunned. "Linyuan Pavilion is looking for Mr. Yi'an" As soon as the words fell, he disappeared out of thin air.

Zhaoyun unconsciously sighed that martial arts are good, and when he comes and goes, he will not be in the way, even if he is seriously injured.

Linyuan Pavilion Yi'an, she remembered. After returning to the house, Zhaoyun still felt a little like a dream, there were really too many things happening today.

After washing, Zhaoyun pushed open the window of the case.

The bamboo forest was quiet, and the moonlight cast an afterimage through the bamboo leaves. With stars and the moonlight, the next few days should be fine.

In the light veil tent, although he has gone through a lot of things today, he is a little tired, but Zhaoyun is tossing and turning, and it is difficult to sleep.

Thinking of the injured strange man, Zhaoyun found that there seemed to be some changes in the darkness. Because she had never seen this person in her previous life.

Who the hell is that person? What the hell is he doing at the palace? Thinking about it, Zhaoyun gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Outside the courtyard, a breeze blows, and the bamboo leaves rustle, like a lullaby, stretching and long.