Since he was a child, he listened to his father, uncle, and domestic servants, when Lord Yu was young, his appearance was captivating, Lord Yu was amazing, he was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, and martial arts and medical skills were also outstanding at that time.

It is said that Lord Yu has all the ambitions, and it is said that Lord Yu has made the family rise and prosperous with his own strength, and Lord Yu is the benefactor of the family forest.

But how can such a dragon and phoenix among people be willing to live on the emperor's side? How can you be willing to be the imperial princess?

But Lord Yu did not hesitate to break away from the Yu family, remained incognito, and lived in the palace for more than ten years.

Those people didn't know what Lord Yu was thinking, so they just covered it up, saying that on her terms, only the son of a proud family was worthy of it.

It's not just the storytellers, he can't figure it out.

He didn't believe that such a lord would be trapped by love.

……

While everyone was in a trance, a maid passed through the guests, and hurriedly walked towards the hundred miles and returns.

After entering the screen, the servant bent his knees and said: "Your Highness, Lord Yun is unwell, go out to breathe, and specially let the slave speak." ”

She is the secret guard guarding Baili Xi's side.

Baili and Gui had some impressions, waited for his emotions, made a faint 'um' sound, raised his eyes and glanced at the maid again, and asked, "How long has she been out?" ”

"I've already made half a cup of tea." The servant answered truthfully.

Baili and Gui rubbed their eyebrows, and when they heard this, they waved their hands and asked the maid to step back.

The servant bowed again and hurried away.

Baili and Guigui poured themselves a glass of wine, but only took a small sip.

Even if there is a hundred spices, Yun Ruo is still a little resistant to the song of first acquaintance.

Don't blame Yun Ruo, blame her, she didn't want to make it clear to Yun Ruo at that time.

blame her, regardless of the life or death of Yun Ruo's relatives, she is bent on taking down the country.

blame her, even if her actions will make the country miserable, and she hasn't changed half a point.

……

"Sanssouci Song."

He probably hadn't heard it in a long time.

Today, because of the return of a hundred miles, he is full of blessings.

"If people don't care, they don't have to worry about it."

"If you are unfettered, you will be carefree."

"It's okay to be happy, it's worry-free."

Lin Qingfu jumped off the wall and left.

It's not too early, and if you don't go back, you're going to have big trouble.

He doesn't like trouble.

I don't like it even more, the trouble of sending it to the door.

……

Baili Yuan came back to his senses, thanked him, and then returned to his seat, his face was not obvious, and his heart was still a little fluttering.

She had never been as beautiful as she is today.

Bai Li Yuan noticed that Bai Li Yu's gaze fell on her, turned around, changed to a light smile, and took Bai Li Yu's hand.

"Ling Niangniang's song is better than listening to it."

"With her, it's worry-free."

Hua Xian smiled.

The fingertips caress the body of the instrument, and the pattern is on the smooth lacquered wood, giving people an uneven touch.

Missing, the abyss, flying Lao Yan, tears like rain, half a world of prosperity, a life of slight coolness, looking forward to the battlefield, next to the broken blade of the remnant sun of the battlefield, half a green lamp, egrets into a pair of beacons, eyebrows are still the same, but I don't see the smile of the past, like snow flying, hearing the nightingale singing solo under the moon, the sound of horseshoe, parting ignites the branches and leaves of the sycamore, the eternal moonlight, the jade cry witnesses the flowers on the other side. Bad people with hard intentions sound just like good people.

A song of pampas leaves, scattering the eyebrows of the two people

Three songs sent him, and the pen was returned to the festival ink.

Five total mulberry hemp, six people in the alley don't talk

Seven romance sands, wandering in all directions,

Nine weepings are dark, and the flowers are painted for ten miles.

Ten guards are destroyed, and they live up to the nine Yu families

Eight private flowers, seven times for you

Six warm tea, pity people and five hope to chop the county

Four liters of plum blossoms, Maohua three planted empty branding.

And the lotus flower, willing to be with a person with white hair.