On the street, Mu Yan stood quietly with an umbrella, like a goddess, attracting countless lingering eyes from passers-by.

A purple official sedan chair carried by eight people slowly approached, Mu Yan's hand was loosened, and the lake blue oil-paper umbrella accidentally slipped and fell in front of the sedan chair, Mu Yan leaned over to pick it up, blocking the way of the sedan chair driver.

"What happened?" The delicate man asked.

An entourage lifted the sedan curtain, and Mu Yan looked sideways to see a serious old man sitting in Jiaozhong, with a slightly rich physique wrapped in dark purple court clothes, a high bun, a hosta inserted horizontally, white temples, and a neck hidden in a high collar.

He is Su Jinghong, a smiling Yama with extremely deep means in the city.

Mu Yan didn't recognize him, let alone know that he was Concubine Yuan's father.

Su Jinghong was originally a big merchant of rice and grain in Yunyang, rich in the world. Yin Chenglu, the king of Yunyang, rose to strength, and fortunately Su Jinghong helped him. Now that the king of Yunyang is called the emperor, he will naturally not treat the Su family lightly, and Emperor Yun made Su Jinghong the Duke of Chengguo, and rebuilt the Guogong Mansion in Beijing. Two months ago, Su Jinghong had already brought a group of children and several favored concubines to Beijing to share the glory.

Mu Yan picked up the umbrella and retreated to the side, and the sedan chair man lifted Su Jinghong and continued to move forward. Su Jinghong's inquiring gaze collided with Mu Yan's equally surprised gaze, and the air froze for a moment.

Su Jinghong ordered the sedan chair man to stop, leaned out and looked again, Mu Yan had already walked away, leaving him with only a thin white back.

Somehow, there's an indescribable sense of empty loss.

A long, long time later, Mu Yan learned that this was a telepathy between his biological father and daughter.

Everyone in Beijing knows that there are two families in Bianjing who can't afford to mess with them. One is the Chengguo Mansion, which is powerful and wealthy, and the other is the Jing'an Princess's Mansion.

One of them is Emperor Yun's father-in-law, and the other is Emperor Yun's sister, but neither of them is a good lord. The two prefectures seem to be harmonious and calm, but in fact the dark tide is turbulent. The eldest princess of Jing'an intends to push her own horse into the court, and wants to sit on an equal footing with Chengguo, how can Chengguo ask others to divide her own persuasion in vain, but she refuses, this matter has been frozen, and the longer it drags on, the deeper the contradictions between the two governments accumulate.

At this time, in the drunken jade building, Mo Yu ushered in this nobleman.

Yin Yufu sat by the window, her purple skirt hanging down, and a pair of slender jade feet looming. Behind her was a large group of attendants, with solemn and serious expressions, and the concubine Meng Xiu stood beside her, never leaving.

Mo Yu sat opposite, holding up the wine cup and taking two sips from time to time, thinking that it was good to send away the rouge early, if the eldest princess of Jing'an saw it, I don't know what trouble it would cause!

"Mr. Mo really calls this princess easy to find." Yin Yufu said coolly, and did not look at Mo Yu, with a lofty posture.

Mo Yu took a sip and smiled modestly: "What does the princess want to hear today?" ”

"Burial of the heart." Yin Yufu stared at the hurried passers-by outside the window, and became inexplicably sad, "Tell me the story of 'burying the heart' again!" ”

"The story...... The princess had heard it no less than seven times. ”

"Really?" Have you heard it so many times before you know it? But she seemed to be immersed in this story, and she never understood the ending.

"Is there anything that the princess can't figure out?" Mo Yu asked.

Yin Yufu took Meng Xiu's hand, sighed silently, and said, "I just don't understand, why Ah Yu and her sweetheart can't be together." ”

"Shemales have different paths." Mo Yu said, his eyes swept over Meng Yanxiu intentionally or unintentionally, and he keenly saw his handsome eyes move slightly.

Tacit.

Mo Yu drank and comforted: "That's just a story, it's all made up by me, a drunkard, the princess has heard it and forgotten it, why bother to be so difficult for yourself." ”

"What about people? What about demons? Yin Yufu laughed, suddenly got up, and startled a group of attendants behind her, "It's just an excuse for not loving enough." ”

"Perhaps." Mo Yu sighed, thinking that this princess would one day understand the pain.

There seemed to be something strange downstairs, and the sound of pipa music was heard from a distance, and Mo Yu's fist hidden in his sleeve was squeezed, if he guessed correctly, it should be her.

The sound of playing and singing eased the awkward atmosphere in the private room slightly, Yin Yufu just frowned, and an attendant rushed downstairs to investigate the situation.

"The water of the Bianhe River is cool, the blood stains the Shura field, and the white bones fall in the middle of the lonely water...... "The clear water-like song came into Yin Yufu's ears, with a little pain.

When the attendant came back, he followed with the shopkeeper Cao, and reported: "Princess, she is a girl who sings, if you disturb the princess, I will bombard her away." ”

Mo Yu silently pinched the sweat for Mu Yan, Princess Jing'an was moody, and Mo Yu couldn't get her mercurial nature.