Duan Shengyi was sitting at the head of the bed, his spirit had improved a lot due to adequate rest, but his face still had a depressed look. Obviously, he was only a nineteen-year-old young county lord, and he seemed quite resentful at the moment.

Duan Shengyi's eyes turned red when he saw his brother, and the two hands resting on Su Xiu's quilt were tightly twisted, and the pear blossom with rain was very aggrieved.

"Brother, all your carefully collected cultural and antique artifacts have been destroyed by me." She pouted, very sluggish.

Duan Heng smiled very uninhibitedly, "After the rain, the azure brush, the pine ink inkstone, the northern Xinjiang wolf pen, the glazed cyan ice crack high-foot pot, nothing else is special." ”

When Duan Sheng heard this, his expression was low, tears welled up in his eyes again, and his two hands tightened tighter.

Duan Heng was very distressed and wanted to hug her, but he was afraid that the cool night air on his body would disturb her, so he just patted her on the shoulder in the end.

"You can still see and buy antiques when the ink is gone, but there is only one sister on the tip of my heart." Duan Heng's voice was very clear in this night, like Wu Si Shutong.

Duan Shengyi leaned on his brother's chest, couldn't hold back any longer, and cried loudly.

"My brother knows all day long to say good things to scare me. Obviously, you and Brother Chu Ran both like to associate with Xiao He, where do you put Sheng'er, Sheng'er has become unloved. ”

"How can Sheng'er be unloved? Sheng'er has a mother, an elder brother, an aunt, and a majesty, no matter who Xiao He is, he is just a small official, and he will never be able to go beyond you. Duan Heng persuaded his sister in a low voice, as if he was comforting a frightened little beast. My sister's sense of crisis about Xiao He is far beyond his estimate, this Lord Xiao is obviously a man, and my sister will be jealous?

Duan Heng's eyes suddenly appeared in front of Xiao He's thin and weak white clothes in the night moon, as if a gust of wind could blow it away. I also wanted to see the white neck that he inadvertently glimpsed on the canopy boat, with that delicate and elegant face, if the eyebrows were bent more, the eyes were softer, and the smile was a little shy, it really looked like a girl.

But some people are born with a male and female appearance, thinking about Xiao He's usual conversation and behavior, his courage in his vision, and then looking at the sister in front of him, they are far from being able to reach the girl in the boudoir.

If she's a woman...... Duan Heng found that he was thinking about such a ridiculous thing, Xiao He was the champion of the court, and he was a bachelor at Sipin Hanlin Academy, how could Lord Xiao, who he thought was interesting, be a woman. Isn't it because you've been overthinking and tired lately? Such a ridiculous idea was born.

Duan Heng secretly nailed this idea to death in his heart, and at this moment he felt that he had some indescribable thoughts, which made him a little vague, and it was difficult for the rational vein to be clearly formed in his mind.

After Duan Heng put his sister to sleep, he ordered the dining room to warm the pot of bamboo leaves.

By the lotus pond, the wine is fragrant and clear, and the white man looks at the residual lotus drink that is full of ponds.

At the end, the light of the sky lifted a slight edge. Bai Yilang swept the empty pot in his hand, was silent for a moment, as if he wanted to discard something in his heart, and threw the pot into the pond full of dry lotuses.

"Poof" sounded, and it sank into the bottom of the pool.

Inside the Imperial Study.

In the study covered with bright yellow, the orchid-like aroma of the empty valley quietly faded with Mu Churan's forgetfulness, and the precious ambergris was ignited again.

Mu Churan finished approving yesterday's last recital, and the scimitar moon had already hung on the horizon.

Mu Churan stretched his sedentary body for a long time and walked around the hall at will, and Gonggong Liu helped him sort out the twists and turns like a small mountain. The white clothes looked a little out of place in this luxurious and unparalleled hall, but Mu Churan's temperament constantly proved that he was the most honorable monarch in the country.

I accidentally caught a glimpse of the moon outside the window, like a knife and a hook.

"Why don't men bring Wu hooks? Collect Guanshan fifty states. Whispering these two lines of poetry, in the gap of indulging the pride of his family and country, he thought of the man who was weak and thin as a hooked moon. Thinking of the long wound left by the short dagger on his right cheek, although it was a little hideous, it was not critical, and if he had deviated any more, that person would have died.

Hmph - it seems that in the entire imperial capital, there are not only people who pay attention to him. Mu Churan had a faint smile on her lips.

He is not of high grade, but he always looks careless; As a scholar, there is a master's martial arts hidden in him; He was assassinated less than a year after coming to the imperial capital; And those eyes, as if he was born to be the enemy of this world, hidden in the deep eyes are determined to fight against fate on his own.

Mu Churan remembered that the former emperor had said that there is a kind of person who is better than half of the world even if he takes his life, probably except for him, there is no one else.

Mu Churan was only staring at the bright moon in a daze at the moment, speculating on someone.

And the person who was speculated was also staring at Mingyue at this time.

Xiao He was late at night, had no intention of reading, and got up to put on his clothes. Seeing the lonely wheel of eternity above the blue sky in the courtyard, the white jade of the bright, I couldn't help but think of the words of Steward Xu that night:

"There is no such thing as 'fairness' in this world,"

"I think if you hadn't experienced all this and didn't have the hatred you shared, you should have a good life."

"That's because you've become a threat to somebody. What makes you catch the attention of others? Think about it, young man. ”……

In life, the two words that people love and hate the most are probably "if". People who are truly satisfied are busy enjoying the happiness of life. Only those who live with relatives will also fantasize about if.

Xiao He lowered his head and looked at his hands, which should have been embroidered with hairpins, piano strings and strings; Now, I can only lift the long sword upside down, and I am alone. The current situation is difficult to decide, and I don't know how many opponents are hidden in the secret, but no matter how difficult it is, I will definitely suffer from the wind and snow on this road.

Even though it is a bright moon and thousands of families, they have different worries and concerns.

In the dead of night, the eminent Queen Mother had already slept. In the daytime, the golden morning dew hall is slightly lit at the moment.

Chaolu Hall is very close to Yichun Lake, the largest lake in the imperial garden, and the palace maids come and go during the day, and the sound is noisy; At night, when everything is quiet, you can hear the sound of the water, which is very orderly "bang, bang", like the unhurried return sail to welcome guests. This will always make Zhang Quan, who is on vigil, think of the folk songs of his hometown Jiuzhou, which are the same as the simple folk customs of his hometown, which are not warm or noisy, and are somewhat quiet.

Tonight it was Zhang Quan's turn to be on duty again. Strange to say, the moon is shining in the clear night sky, but there is no wind. The sound of the water without the help of the wind is also shallow, coming from afar, like a faint soft feather, tickling Zhang Quan's heart for a while.

He remembered that Jiuzhou, which was known as the water town, and on such days, the lake was a little cold, but some young men were still willing to jump into the lake for their beloved girls and pick lotus pods that represented their hearts. Lotus seeds, pity, this way of expressing affection is extremely popular in the local area. The climate of Kyushu also indulges it, and it looks like an amorous place. Whenever the cold of the imperial capital has not passed, and the ice picks are still hanging on the towering palace wall, Jiuzhou has ushered in the first peach blossom on the branch; Whenever the lotus flowers in the imperial capital bloom to wither, the lotus seeds in Jiuzhou are still fragrant.

Jiuzhou is the herald of the Great Yin Kingdom, the pearl of the Orient, its light can not be compared with the imperial capital, but Zhang Quan himself still loves it deeply.

There is power, money, and desire here in the imperial capital...... There is everything here, but it is as little as the lotus flowering period, but it is the love that people are born with. Although it is at the feet of the Son of Heaven, there is no worry about food and clothing, but there is little warmth and love in the hometown. There are prohibitions everywhere, rules everywhere, and people in high positions are desperately consolidating themselves - needless to say, our noble emperor's harem is empty and loves the country and does not love beauties, even Liu Zixin, the chief of the guard, has to keep going up and down to check all parties to keep his position. And people like themselves, as the bottom, can only obey the rules of survival and crawl like ants, waiting for fate's seemingly intentional or unintentional favor.

Zhang Quanzheng was fascinated by his hometown, and suddenly the grass moved weakly, pulling his thoughts back.

He immediately stepped forward to check, only to see a small fluffy head suddenly emerge from the broken grass.

Heh - it's a little wild cat, and I'm too careful. Zhang Quan shook his head secretly and returned to the front of the hall.

At this moment, in the Chaolu Palace, Leng Qingchen was lying on the phoenix bed and pretending to sleep, and all the maids in the room were sent back by her.

The light of the candle in the mouth of the bronze crane flickered, and a figure knelt in front of the bed, and the night clothes covered the person tightly from beginning to end.

Leng Qingchen sat up for a while, how could there be half a bit of sleepiness in his phoenix eyes, only the desire for the result.

"Got rid of it?" The Queen Mother, who has always been graceful and dignified on weekdays, can't hide her eagerness in her voice at the moment.

The man in black lowered his head and replied respectfully, "The subordinates are not doing their job well, let Xiao He escape." ”

The light in Leng Qingji's eyes turned cold for a moment. It's really quite capable, and the secret guard I personally sent didn't succeed in assassinating him.

After a little thought, she summoned the man in black forward and explained in detail, the red nails on her hands swaying with a bewitching light.

Moments later, the man in black was ordered to retreat.

Leng Qingchen looked at his departing back, and his voice was cold, "In addition, there is no need for people who are ineffective in the secret guard. ”

"Rest assured, master, Xu Yu is dead." The man in black knelt down.

Leng Qingchen nodded and waved his hand to leave.

Leng Qingji seems to have retreated to the harem, and he doesn't ask about everything, it's just a pretense. People who don't care about the world are more convenient to do things in secret. She has always been stubborn and self-serving, and even Mu Churan doesn't know what she has done and what she wants to do.

Her letter is that she is merciless to those who make her feel threatened. Because it is too early to rush and not too late, few people can escape death. Although this is very biased, on the point of view of "I'd rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go", their mother and son are surprisingly consistent.

Thinking of this, she gently rubbed the red gold-painted nails of her right hand with the belly of her left fingers, just like the red that symbolizes the supreme luxury and orthodoxy, and her own journey seems to have been paved with the blood of countless people.