Lan raised her eyebrows with interest and looked at Bai Yi with a faint smile.

Bai Yi looked at Lan Qingyan firmly.

"Lord Sect, since you don't need the Flower Order on her anymore, Bai Yi can go and get rid of her for you!"

Lan Qingyan listened, was very satisfied, and said "um" proudly.

"Baiyi, Mrs. Ben is worried that no one will help Bengong solve this hot potato. Now that you're here—"

Lan said lightly, and suddenly stood up again. "Let's do Hongu a favor."

【Fengyi Hall】

After Biye and Luo Qianling returned to the palace, they were silent for a long time.

"Madam, why did you stop Ni Wuyin from leaving the palace?"

Luo Qianling laughed coldly.

Leave her in the palace, under her nose, and within her control, one day she will be able to deal with her!

【Outside Chaoyang Palace】

It's dark at night.

Murong Xi and Ni Wuyin walked aimlessly outside the palace.

Ni Wuyin didn't know what to say at this moment, but she had to be silent.

Murong Xi lowered one hand and put the other flat in front of his waist, smiling, and walking quietly beside her.

Ni Wuyin struggled for a long time, and finally slowly spoke.

“…… Your Majesty, it's so late, so you should be here. ”

Murong Xi was a little speechless and stopped.

"Tomorrow, I want to take you to meet someone."

Ni Wuyin was a little puzzled, but still nodded.

See a person?

Don't...... It's him?

Murong Xi also nodded, and then turned around.

It would be nice to let you see you a few more times. After a long time, you will naturally stop thinking.

【Day 2 - Chaoyang Palace】

The banquet was held in Chaoyang Palace.

Murong Xi and Luo Qianling sat on the seats outside the hall early, waiting for those people to arrive.

Ni Wuyin sat down nervously. For her, this banquet was not a banquet at all, but an excuse for Murong Xi to deliberately let her meet Murong Yu.

After Lan Qingyan and Murong Che arrived at the banquet, they saluted and sat down. Lan glanced at Ni Wuyin with some smugness, but Ni Wuyin didn't look in her direction.

Now that everyone has arrived, it's time to invite the guests of this banquet.

Murong Xi slowly stood up.

"Since it's a family banquet, I have to let Ziyu come and sit. Although Ziyu is suspected of rebellion, in the final analysis, he is also the third brother of the widow. ”

Luo Qianling said on the side: "Your Majesty is thoughtful, and the concubine has already ordered someone to bring Murong Yu over. ”

Ni Wuyin was shocked when he heard this, and immediately looked at the gate of Chaoyang Palace.

I saw Murong Yu wearing shackles on his feet, escorted by the guards of the Imperial Prison Division, and walked towards them step by step.

Murong Xi saw Murong Yu appear in front of Ni Wuyin with this appearance, and he couldn't help but feel proud and happy in his heart.

"Today is a family banquet, so you can also untie Ziyu's shackles."

When the jailers heard this, they went to untie his shackles.

Lan proudly picked up the wine in front of him and took a sip slightly. "Your Majesty, you are kind-hearted, and even the rebellious ministers can still be treated so kindly."

Luo Qianling glared at Lan Qingyan unhappily and did not speak.

Ni Wuyin looked at Murong Yu in front of him, and couldn't believe it - he was the third son of Dongyan who was worried about the country and the people, generous and kind.

Murong Xi saw Murong Yu like this, but he seemed to be used to it.

"Ziyu, today is a family banquet, so you can sit down too."

Murong Xi saw that Ni Wuyin didn't react, so he relaxed slightly.

Lan Qingyan suddenly stood up and said with a smile: "Yesterday, Mrs. Ben saw that the drama performed by the troupe was really good, so she invited them to come, and it should be to help the family banquet." ”

Lan said lightly, and slapped his face three times, and the people of the troupe came in from the gate of Chaoyang Palace.

Luo Qianling saw that Lan was making a big fuss, and she didn't know what tricks she was going to do.

"The emperor descended to Beizhu, and his eyes were sorrowful~

The autumn wind is curling, and the Dongting is under the rippling leaves~

Ascend to the white sage and look forward, and the best period of Xi Xizhang ~

What is the bird, what is the ...... on the wood?"

The more Luo Qianling listened to the play, the tighter her brows wrinkled.

"Yuan has Zhi Xi Lan and Lan , Si Gongzi Xi did not dare to speak~

Looking at the desolation from afar, watching the flowing water gurgling ......"

Lan listened to the play triumphantly, looked at Murong Xi, glanced at Ni Wuyin again, and then looked at Murong Yu.

"Murong Yu, what do you think of the play that Mrs. Ben chose?"

Murong Yu didn't answer, just nodded perfunctorily.

"What is the elk eating in the court?

What is Jiao's descendant?

Chao Chi Yu Ma Xi Jiang Gao, Xi Ji Xi Xi Xi~

Wen Meiren is summoned, and she will pass away~

Building a room in the water, the lotus cover of the cover~

Sunbi is a purple altar, and the pepper is sown into a hall~

Gui Dong Xi Lan Lu, Xin Yi Linxi Pharmacy ~

The curtain is the curtain, and the ...... is open."

Lan Qingyan saw that Ni Wuyin had been silent, so she didn't care about tearing her face before.

"Ni Wuyin, what do you think of the play that Mrs. Ben chose...... How? ”

Ni Wuyin ignored her, and just sat there with a blank stare.

"Bai Yuxi is the town, and the sparse stone Lanxi is the fang~

Zhi Xi Lotus House, Du Heng ~

Hebai grass is a solid garden, and the door is built ~

The nine peaks are greeted together, and the spirit is like a cloud......"

Lan smiled lightly.

"This song of Qu Fuzi's "Chu Ci, Nine Songs, Mrs. Xiang" is really appropriate for the situation!"

Luo Qianling didn't know what Lan Qingyan wanted to express, but she had a premonition that this banquet was coming.

"Donate the rest of the river, and leave the rest of the river~

If you are far away~

Don't be sudden, talk about leisurely and ......"

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

Lan Qingyan slapped her face suddenly. "Mrs. Ben said that this one should be the right time, right?"

As she spoke, she slowly approached Ni Muyin again.

This poem is mainly about the life and death of lovers, and the lack of reunion.

Waiting for people not to come, expressing deep resentment in melancholy, but the unswerving love between each other is the same. expressed that Xiang Jun, who went to the appointment, came to Beizhu, the place of rendezvous, but did not see Mrs. Xiang's melancholy and confusion......

"I think at the beginning, you and Murong Yu were as deep as the sea!"

Ni Wuyin looked at Lan Qingyan coldly.

"Mrs. Lan has won the award, I won't be Mrs. Lan's way of chasing fame and fortune."

Ni Wuyin's words were sarcastic for Lan Qingyan's hasty and anxious marriage to Murong Che for the status of a son's wife.

When Lan Qingyan heard this, she immediately felt angry in her heart, but she still looked like she didn't understand anything.

Ni Wuyin, Mrs. Ben will let you be arrogant for the time being, and later, you will look good!

Lan snorted coldly, and quickly walked back to his seat and sat down.

"This "Mrs. Xiang" is not the best thing for their troupe. If you say the best one—"