She always had a feeling that she had done something bad.

eased his emotions and opened the curtain again, Fu Changliang was already gone.

The system took advantage of this point to cheer up, "Eyes, I see that you are not as afraid of him as before." Come on. ”

Bright eyes pursed lips.

If not, will she panic?

Eventually, the carriage came to a stop outside the palace gate.

They arrived early, and there was still an hour before the official start of the New Day Feast.

And the snow stopped as early as the moment when Ming Yan saw Fu Changliang.

In this kind of banquet in the palace, a sedan chair has always been sent to greet the nobles outside the palace gate.

The bright eyes are the Lingde Hall that sits in a sedan chair.

The Lingde Hall of the Nian Dynasty is a venue for banquets held by the royal family.

The red yarn of the Lingde Hall is fluttering, the song platform is warm, the spring is melting, the dance hall is cold, and the wind and rain are sad.

Within a room, such as every other summer and autumn.

The lustre in the hall lingered.

And Mingyan sat on the side of Ming Chuluo.

She looked at everything in the hall lightly.

In the first five readings, although she participated in the palace banquet, she never had a sense of decadence about the palace.

Isn't it, something has changed?

She frowned.

After sitting for a while, I suddenly had a headache, and listening to the sound of silk and bamboo, I always felt that something was about to rush out of my head.

The hand that Mingyan put on his waist inadvertently touched the small pink purse on his waist.

It was written in the diary that it was a gift from the abbot of Hanqing Temple.

There was a tingling sensation from the fingertips against the purse.

Ming's eyes and head sank even more.

He knocked on the low mahogany table in front of him where only tea was placed.

Trying to take advantage of the coldness of the table to fight her dizziness.

In the end, she fought and did not win.

Listening to the sound of silk and bamboo in the hall is really disturbing.

So he whispered a few words to Ming Chu, and then shook his feet and stood up and walked out of the Lingde Palace.

Lian Bi, who was standing behind her, also went out.

Standing in front of the marble-paved hall, the cold wind blew on his face again, and the pain in Mingyan's brain eased a lot.

Why did you suddenly have a headache in the temple?

Moreover, this kind of headache, she is very familiar with.

In the first five readings, the body always had a headache on a particular day or in a particular place.

Mingyan looked at the diary and said that everything was fine when he returned to Beijing, and he did not fall into the snow that made the original owner's body bones worse.

So she didn't think about it anymore.

But, now, it hurts again?

In the past, I started to have a headache on the sixteenth of every month.

It's not sixteen now, that... It is because of the Lingde Temple.

Mingyan shook his head, took a breath of cool air, and walked towards the Imperial Garden.

Lian Bi saw that something was wrong with her, so he followed her and asked, "Miss, what's wrong with you?" ”

The more my eyes go, the more my head hurts.

It took a long time to answer Lian Bi's words.

When he walked to the Imperial Garden, his eyes didn't have such a headache, but he was very drowsy.

Even in winter, the Imperial Garden is in full bloom.

In the imperial garden, there are mountains and rivers, and a pavilion stands in the middle of the lake.

Mingyan saw that there were people on the pavilion, but he couldn't see it clearly.

The lake is frozen, how did they get there?

She thought groggily.

Before she could come up with a result, she was stopped again.

"The girl is so elegant."

This voice is......

Fu Changming.

The bright eyes bent over and looked at it, and the long blue-robed figure was reflected in the bottom of the eyes.

Because it was the New Year, Fu Changming gave up his favorite white robe and red lines, and wore other colors instead.

The system saw that Mingyan's state was wrong, and he was anxious, "Eyes, read to me, 'Childe, I bumped into you last time, and I haven't apologized to you yet'." ”