The atmosphere on the road became more and more enthusiastic, until they arrived at Huangjue Temple, and the atmosphere also rose to a climax.

The people waiting on the side of the road knelt on the cold and hard ground and shouted in unison:

"Long live the emperor, long live it!"

"Long live the emperor, long live it!"

"Long live the emperor, long live it!"

Thousands of sounds overlapped, like thunder, like ocean waves, and even the surrounding air seemed to shake with it.

At a glance, everywhere in sight were black oppressive heads, and the shouts were impassioned, as if even the chill in the air was swept away, and the people were in high spirits one by one.

The Ministry of Rites has sent people to set up a high platform at the entrance of Huangjue Temple in advance, and a lantern shed has been set up on the high platform, and dense red lanterns are hung to illuminate the entire high platform as bright as day.

There are more than 100 forbidden army commanders around the high platform, and idle people are not allowed to approach at will, and those people can only pay homage to the holy face from a dozen zhang away.

On the streets, thousands of people knelt on the ground, unable to kneel for a long time, and many people looked curiously in the direction of the high platform, whispering nonsense.

"Sister," an old woman tugged at a woman in Tsing Yi beside her, "Have you seen the emperor?" I'm so dizzy that I can't see clearly. ”

The woman in green clothes immediately became energetic, pointed to her eyes and boasted to the old woman: "Eldest sister, I saw it!" My eyes are good! Even the moles on the little father-in-law's face could be counted. ”

"The emperor's appearance is really good-looking, just like the immortal in the sky, no wonder everyone says that he is Ziweixing who came down to set things right!"

A young woman next to her also came over to talk to them, "I saw it too!" The one next to the emperor should be the future queen's mother, that's also very good-looking, standing with the emperor, it's really a golden boy and girl, a natural pair! ”

"That's nature!"

Many of the people around them nodded frequently, looking proud.

The people discussed the emperor for a while, the future queen for a while, and then talked about the lanterns hanging on the lantern shed.

"Look at the lanterns on that canopy."

"Yes, yes, I've grown so big, I've never seen such a chic dragon lantern, it's just vivid!"

"And those lion lamps, carp lamps, lotus lanterns...... Every lamp is beautiful, what kind of craftsman is called? ”

"Ingenuity."

“……”

The more the people talked, the more lively they became, and they all celebrated.

In the past few years, there have been wars and turmoil, and there has been no such grand event in the capital for a long time.

After one of the attendants on the high platform asked the people to get up, the first program of today's lantern festival began.

With the sound of several breaking sounds, fireworks flew up from the ground and exploded in the dark night sky, like flowers blooming, like colorful clouds in the sky, a piece of purple and red, dyed the night sky as brilliant as brocade.

The fireworks only stopped after a dozen or so fireworks, and those people were a little unsatisfied, and some people muttered: "Why is it so fast, didn't the previous Lantern Festival Lantern Festival put fireworks for a whole incense time?!" ”

This sentence immediately attracted several people around him to look at him, and they said:

"Don't you know, this old man? It's that the new emperor doesn't want to waste money and money. ”

"The new emperor really loves the people like a son!"

"That's it. This Lantern Festival lantern will be lively, why bother to be too extravagant! ”

“……”

The people echoed it, and there was an atmosphere of expectation.

While speaking, a burst of gongs and drums sounded, and several heavy makeup and glamorous drama powder appeared on the stage, singing a lively "Lantern Festival", and the people's attention was focused on the stage.

"Let's watch the show, everyone! I heard that there will be a lot of other programs later, such as hundreds of operas, singing, singing and dancing, everything! ”

"Yes, yes, I heard that Liu Qingqing, the top brand of the Teaching Workshop Division today, will also come to sing."

"Is that the top brand Liu Qingqing, who has been famous recently?"

"yes, yes, it's her turn to sing a little song next, right?"

“……”

The more the people talked, the more lively they became, and the more they talked, the more they looked forward to it, and at this moment Liu Qingqing in their mouth was waiting in a tent.

She wore a luxurious red peony carved silk gown, held a pipa skillfully adjusted the pipa strings, and played a tune casually, and the pipa sound was as crisp as a jade bead.

"Sister, today is festive, and it is most appropriate to sing this song "Peach Blossom Words"." Liu Qingqing smiled and talked to a woman in blue in the tent.

The woman in blue lifted the curtain slightly, glanced outside, and lowered the curtain. She stood in the shadows, her face blurred.

"Qingqing," the woman in blue raised her hand and pointed at Liu Qingqing's right hand, and proposed, "It's better to change 'criticism' to 'handle' at the beginning of that section just now." ”

Liu Qingqing flicked his right hand again, his eyes lit up, and he said energetically: "Sister, you are right!" ”

Liu Qingqing looked at the woman in blue gratefully, "My sister can not only compose music, but also has a lot of attainments in the piano and pipa, my little sister is really ashamed of herself." ”

"Why should my sister be presumptuous." The woman in blue walked towards Liu Qingqing.

Her face was gradually exposed to the dim light of the oil lamp, it was Fu Yingxuan.

Liu Qingqing raised his eyes to look at Fu Yingxuan, and said very self-awarely: "Although the Teaching Workshop Division is not as good as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there are more beauties and talented women, more beautiful than me, better than me playing the pipa, and more." If it weren't for my sister's kind words, I wouldn't have been chosen. ”

Liu Qingqing said, his eyes were shining, and his face seemed to be glowing.

For her, it was an opportunity to change her fate.

She was selected to perform at today's Lantern Festival, which means that half of her foot has stepped out of the Jiaofang Division, although she is still a musician, but from now on she can enter the music club in the palace, play the pipa and sing small songs for the queen and the concubines and princesses, and she will no longer have to stay in the Jiaofang Division to be a lowly musician.

And......

Liu Qingqing plucked the pipa strings twice, and the pipa sound rippled with tenderness, like a pool of spring water.

She half-lowered her eyelashes, their thick and slender eyelashes rippling.

Moreover, the new emperor has just ascended the throne, and she must be widely recruited in the harem, she is in the palace, as long as she shows her face in front of the new emperor from time to time and shows her singing, she may be able to get rid of this humble music, and even have the opportunity to ascend to the sky in one step!

Fu Yingxuan looked coldly at Liu Qingqing's peach petal cheeks, knowing what the other party was thinking.

She took two steps closer to Liu Qingqing, her voice was as gentle as water, "Qingqing, drink some medicinal tea, nourish your voice, and sing louder later." ”

Fu Yingxuan personally poured Liu Qingqing a cup of medicinal tea and sent it to her.

Liu Qingqing put down the pipa, took the medicinal tea and drank half a cup, then wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, and praised: "Sister, your medicinal tea is so good, after I drank it last time, my sisters praised my voice for being cleaner than usual, and when I sang to the climax of the song, my voice was not astringent." ”

"Sister, can you give me a copy of this medicinal tea recipe?"

"What's wrong with that." Fu Yingxuan generously agreed.

"Thank you, sister." Liu Qingqing smiled happily, "Sister, you are so good to me." ”

She was about to hug the pipa again, and suddenly felt a little dizzy, raised her hand to hold her forehead, and shook her head slightly, but instead of dissipating, the dizziness became stronger.

Fu Yingxuan didn't look at Liu Qingqing, she leisurely picked up the other party's pipa and hugged it on her lap, her slender hand gently twisted slowly, gently plucked the pipa strings, and her movements were skillful.

Although she is the best at the piano, she can also play the pipa, compared to this Liu Qingqing, her pipa is only strong and not weak.

Liu Qingqing felt that the whole person was groggy and uncomfortable. She frowned slightly, and said, "Sister, I think my head is a little ......."

Before she could finish her sentence, she fell to one side, and then lay on the table, motionless, as if unconscious.

Fu Yingxuan looked at Liu Qingqing at this time, the corners of her lips were curled higher, and her eyes were unusually bright.

It's done!

Fu Yingxuan put down the pipa in her arms again, then stood up and looked at Liu Qingqing condescendingly.

"Qingqing, I'm sorry."

Fu Yingxuan said unapologetically, and then she struggled to pick up the unconscious Liu Qingqing and hide her in a camphor box in the corner.

After that, she took out a set of red clothes and red dresses that she had prepared long ago from a bag, which was seventy or eighty percent similar to the clothes on Liu Qingqing's body.

Fu Yingxuan changed into this set of clothes as quickly as possible, and then put the hairpin beads on Liu Qingqing's head on her head, and finally covered her with a water-red veil to cover her face, revealing only a pair of black jewel-like black eyes.

At this time, a shrill voice came from outside the tent: "Miss Liu, the hour is coming, the previous play is almost over, you hurry up and prepare." ”

"Father-in-law, the slave family is coming." Fu Yingxuan softened her voice and followed Liu Qingqing's voice.

Across the tent, the chamberlain didn't notice anything wrong and left again.

Fu Yingxuan in the tent breathed a sigh of relief, she picked up the pipa again, the black eyes outside the veil became brighter and brighter under the illumination of the lights, and her slender fingers grabbed the pipa slightly hard.

She had waited so long, and she was finally looking forward to this moment!

In the past few months, she has composed a lot of tunes for the Qinglou, the painting boat and the theater, etc., and it took her hard work to make the name "Yunzhongjun" known to everyone in Beijing.

She put so much effort into it, just to make the Qingping Department notice her and ask "Yunzhongjun" for a tune.

She gave the Kiyohei Department two tunes, both of which were brilliant, but there was some skill in playing them, so, as she thought, the Kiyohei Department came again and asked her if she could give her some pointers. She agreed, and chose this easy-to-fiddle Liu Qingqing among the musicians, and instructed her, so that the other party was completely convinced of her.

Today, Fu Yingxuan coaxed Liu Qingqing to bring her to this lantern festival.

She had waited so long for this opportunity to finally get herself, and she couldn't miss it!

Fu Yingxuan's eyes flashed with an inevitable light, and she walked out of the tent with the pipa in her arms, walking firmly.

She has already planned, she wants to uncover the hypocritical masks of the Duanmu family sisters in front of the Manchu courtiers and the people today, and let them see the true face of the two sisters!

Later, she will sing in place of Liu Qingqing, but it is not the song "Peach Blossom Words", but another song she composed specifically for Duanmujun, and even the lyrics are written by herself.

She will use this song to let everyone know the ugly things of Duanmu Jun and Cen Yin, she wants to make the Duanmu sisters lose face in public, and let the world see who the wrong person is.

With this ugly incident, she wants to see how Duanmufei is still her queen!

Not only that, but she also wants to make Duanmu Fei unable to marry in this life, and she has been pointed at and poked at the back of the backbone in this life......

Just thinking about it, Fu Yingxuan felt a little impatient.

She gathered her mind, took two deep breaths, and was about to go out, when the curtain was lifted from outside, and a tall and straight young man in blue appeared outside the tent.

The young man strode into the tent, blocking Fu Yingxuan's way.

The curtain at the back fell to the ground, blocking out the commotion outside.

The young man was in his early twenties, handsome, and more than half of Fu Yingxuan's height gave her an inexplicable coercion.

Fu Yingxuan subconsciously took a step back, lowered her face slightly, avoided the other party's gaze, and said softly: "Is Childe in the wrong place?" The slave family is about to appear......"

As she spoke, she was about to bypass the young man in blue, but when she walked to the other party's side, the other party suddenly struck out and grabbed her left arm.

Fu Yingxuan's body stiffened, and she was about to reprimand, when she heard the other party say her identity lightly: "Miss Fu." ”

The three words made Fu Yingxuan's figure even stiffer, as if she was frozen, and she stood in place, unable to move.

Fu Yingxuan's black eyes exposed outside the veil couldn't hide the tea and panic, her pupils shrank sharply, and she looked at the young man in blue in disbelief, and her heart was confused: how could he know his identity?!

In other words, I have been targeted by others for a long time, but I don't know it, when did the other party start to target me?!

Fu Yingxuan just thought about it, and felt that her scalp was numb and her heart was worried.

The young man in blue looked at Fu Yingxuan calmly, did not let go of her arm, and said, "Miss Fu, now is not the time. ”

Fu Yingxuan's face was even more ugly, even the veil on her face couldn't stop the cold sweat on her forehead.

The blue-clothed young man smiled, lowered his voice and reassured: "Don't worry, girl, I, like the girl, are extremely disgusted with this new dynasty. ”

This sentence surprised Fu Yingxuan again, and her eyes widened.

There was silence in the tent, and the noise outside seemed to be farther away.

Fu Yingxuan took two deep breaths, calmed down, raised her eyes to look directly into the other party's eyes, and asked in a difficult voice, "Yang Sangongzi, what do you mean?" ”

Fu Yingxuan knows the other party, he is Yang Xuyao, and he is also the husband of the second girl of the Duanmu family.

"Miss Fu, do you want to have a good talk with me?" Yang Xuyao smiled slightly, not surprised that Fu Yingxuan knew her identity. Since he dared to come over in person, he was not afraid that Fu Yingxuan would know who he was.

Fu Yingxuan had calmed down a lot at the moment, and said without flinching: "Yang Sangongzi, what if I say no?" ”

Yang Xuyao increased the strength of his right hand, squeezed Fu Yingxuan's wrist tighter, and warned in a cold voice: "Miss Fu, I won't let you mess around." ”

Yang Xuyao's eyes darkened, as if the unfathomable pool was about to suck people in.

Fu Yingxuan's heart was full of alarm, and she opened her mouth to shout: "Come ......"

She wanted to call someone, but she only had to say a syllable when she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, and then darkness came towards her like a tidal wave, engulfing her at once.

"......" Fu Yingxuan's body went soft and fell.

At this moment, another male voice came from outside the tent urging: "Childe, hurry up, someone from the Ministry of Etiquette is coming." ”

Yang Xuyao answered, and looked at the camphor wood box in the corner of the tent, where there was a red hem between the lid and the box. Obviously, Fu Yingxuan hid the musician in the box.

Yang Xuyao's heart moved, and he had an idea, and called: "Agui." ”

The elder of Agui's entourage immediately entered the tent as well.

Yang Xuyao pointed to the camphor wood box and said, "Take that musician out of the box, put Fu Yingxuan in it, and carry the box away." ”

"The Teaching Workshop Division should have other musicians as backups, you can arrange it and find someone to take it quickly."

"Yes, Childe." Ah Gui hurriedly responded and moved.

After a while, Ah Gui and a small servant carried the camphor wooden box containing Fu Yingxuan out of the tent.

It was still very lively outside, with applause, laughter, and talking one after another, and those people looked at the drama on the stage one by one, and no one paid attention to the movement here.

Yang Xuyao's steps slowed down, he raised his eyes to look at the high platform not far from the stage, his eyes fell on Mu Yan on the golden lacquer throne, his eyes became more deep, and he was like a owl.

Yang Xuyao only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze and strode away, drowning in the sea of people.

Mu Yanzheng happily peeled pine nuts and walnuts for Duanmu, ignoring the gaze that looked at him from all directions.

Duanmufei watched the play with relish while eating, smiling like a flower, and also enjoying himself.

Duanmuxian looked at his little granddaughter's heartless appearance, shook his head, and stopped worrying about this girl.

The "Lantern Festival" on the stage finally came to an end with a noisy sound of gongs and drums, and several actors got off the stage.

Immediately afterwards, a red-clothed musician came to the stage holding a pipa and sang the song "Peach Blossom Words".

There were a lot of people talking about it under the high stage, saying why it wasn't Liu Qingqing or something like that, but it was just a casual remark, and not too many people cared about it at all, and everyone was soon immersed in the bright and tactful singing of the musicians.

After that, it was another advocate who performed a hundred operas on the stage.

These advocates show their strengths, stepping on stilts, dragon and lion dances, Pangu dances, stacking cases upside down, etc., can be said to be the eight immortals across the sea to show their magical powers, attracting bursts of applause and appreciation, such as thunderous applause.

The people are engrossed in watching it, not knowing the passage of time, until the third watch, the area around Huangjue Temple is still crowded with people.

After another group of court dancers who performed songs and dances stepped down, an old eunuch walked to the front of the high platform and shouted with a sharp voice: "Today's Lantern Festival, hanging lanterns, celebrating all over the world, the emperor loves the people like a son, and he should have fun with the people, and today the emperor will give the Lantern Festival to spend the festival together!" ”

As the old eunuch's voice sounded, the surroundings gradually quieted down, and then, those people were all enthusiastic, knelt down again, and shouted: "Long live the emperor, long live, thank the emperor for the reward!" ”

For these ordinary people, this is a great honor, enough for them to show off to their children and grandchildren, relatives and friends for the rest of their lives.

The scene boiled again.

The people cheered, kowtowed, and thanked.

Here, it is as lively as the churning waves, one after another, wave after wave; Over there, a horse-drawn carriage on the side of the street was moving alone in the other direction.

In the carriage, Fu Yingxuan, who was huddled in the camphor box, woke up.

The speeding carriage swayed slightly, and even the camphor box where Fu Yingxuan was located was also shaking slightly.

Fu Yingxuan groaned and opened her eyes, her eyes were still a little confused, and she didn't know where she was.

The pain in the back of her neck reminded her of what had happened before she fell unconscious, and memories flooded back, and her confused eyes became much clearer.

She grabbed the edge of the camphor box, sat up sharply, and glared at the other man in the carriage, glaring angrily.

If gaze can kill, Yang Xuyao is afraid that he will die hundreds of times.

Yang Xuyao leaned leisurely on the wall of the carriage and said lightly: "Miss Fu, you are awake." Rest assured, I shouldn't be very heavy. ”

Fu Yingxuan tore off the veil on her face, her pale face turned red, her whole body tensed, and she asked angrily: "Third Prince Yang, why do you want to harm me?" ”

Although Yang Xuyao said before that he was extremely disgusted with the new dynasty, Fu Yingxuan didn't believe it at all, she originally thought that Yang Xuyao was going to take her down and ask Mu Yan for credit, but it didn't.

In other words, Yang Xuyao may not be lying, so since their enemies are the same, why should he harm his own business!

Yang Xuyao raised his eyebrows and replied, "Miss Fu, you should remember how you escaped from the meditation nunnery, right?" ”

What do you mean?! Fu Yingxuan grabbed the edge of the camphor wood box hard, and her pupils changed brightly and darkly, remembering that day more than a year ago.

It was the same day that changed her fate.

She stayed in the meditation nunnery for more than two years, and in those days when life was worse than death, she was also full of hope, hoping that her parents would come to pick her up, but the longer she stayed there, the more desperate she became, and the people there told her that when they came to the meditation nunnery, they had not seen anyone taken out by their families except for death.

Gradually, Fu Yingxuan also became like a stagnant water.

Until one day, a woman quietly came to see her and helped her escape from the meditation hermitage, but the other party helped her but asked for nothing else, and never came to her again.

After escaping from Jingxin Nunnery, she returned to Beijing alone to ask her husband Zhong Yu for help, and this hiding was more than a year.

Yang Xuyao is mentioning this matter now, is he talking ......

Fu Yingxuan stared at Yang Xuyao, doubting her faith.

Yang Xuyao played with a white porcelain wine glass, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Miss Fu, isn't my sincerity enough?" ”

"Is that you?" Fu Yingxuan stared at Yang Xuyao and said slowly.

Fu Yingxuan was not relieved, but was shocked and frightened, Yang Xuyao's few words revealed several meanings, he said that he sent the woman to help him escape from the meditation nunnery, that is to say, he really had been eyeing himself for a long time......

More than a year, no, even two years, or more.

Just thinking about it, Fu Yingxuan felt like she was on pins and needles.

After a pause, Fu Yingxuan asked again, "Why?" ”

Why does Yang Xuyao want to help himself?!

Since being sent to the meditation nunnery as an abandoned son by her biological father, Fu Yingxuan has given up her former innocence, there is no grace between people for no reason, Yang Xuyao must have a plan.

Yang Xuyao smiled slightly and coaxed: "Miss Fu, I know you were framed. ”

"My Yang family was also victimized by Cen Yin, and I and the girl are also sympathetic......"

Hearing the other party mention Cen Yin, Fu Yingxuan's body trembled, her eyes were gloomy, and she immediately remembered that the Yang family was originally Qingyuan Bofu, and it was Cen Yin who took Dongchang to copy the mansion, and then was taken away from the title.

Fu Yingxuan looked at Yang Xuyao's expression and relaxed a little.

Yang Xuyao had been paying attention to Fu Yingxuan's every move, and naturally noticed the change in her expression, sighed deliberately, and sighed: "Miss Fu, you are the daughter of an official eunuch, and your father is a feudal official, but you end up like this, it's really not worth it." ”

Yang Xuyao's words really reached Fu Yingxuan's heart, her eyelashes fluttered twice, and the emotions of unwillingness, resentment, and righteous indignation in her heart came like a tide.

She was ruined by the sisters of the Duanmu family!

Fu Yingxuan's eyes were about to split, the hatred in her heart was surging, and her chest rose and fell violently.

Over the years, she had been awake at night at the thought of what she had lost, often keeping her eyes open until dawn......

She hates, she resents, she resents!

What she lost can never be returned, she can only make the people who hurt her pay, let the two sisters also taste the pain she has experienced, and let them spend the rest of their lives in remorse!

The corners of Yang Xuyao's lips curled, and he looked open and honest, and said: "Miss Fu, you have enmity with the Duanmu family, Cen Yin, and Mu Yan, and I have enmity with this Dasheng Dynasty, and our purpose should be the same." ”

"Since there are common enemies, that is, we can be friends."

There was a bit of seduction and a bit of demagogy in his words.