Su Jiu sat down with a smile.

She rolled up her sleeves and poured wine, as if she mentioned it casually, "I don't know if there are others around?" After all, I am already another wife, if outsiders see me and Murong Gongzi together, it will be bad to spread the reputation. ”

"Yes, yes, Concubine Su's concerns are quite reasonable!" Murong Qing snapped his fingers, "You all retreat!" ”

The sound of breaking wind rises.

Su Jiu looked over, and the seven or eight secret guards hiding nearby turned into a blast at the same time and left together.

Murong Qing smiled "hehe" and grabbed Su Jiu's little hand, "Concubine Su don't worry, there is no one now!" ”

Su Jiu avoided it quietly, and poured wine for him with a smile, "The last time I saw him in the palace, I was very impressed by Murong Gongzi. When I came to the banquet today, most of it was for the sake of the son's face. ”

Her voice is delicate and charming, gentle as water.

Hearing this, Murong Qing's heart was about to melt!

He drank the wine and stared at Su Jiu with salivation, "Look at what Concubine Su said, I missed you very much last time I said goodbye to the palace......

Su Jiu filled him with wine again, "Can Murong Gongzi tell me about the interesting things about the border pass again?" The little woman has lived in the boudoir for a long time, and her heart is very fascinated. ”

"Okay!"

Murong Qing couldn't wait to show his majesty in front of the beauty, so he talked endlessly about the border pass.

Su Jiu always smiled and kept adding wine to him.

……

On the other side, Zhao Wuyang stepped into the small wooden building.

The naturally cold aura made the originally chattering girls instantly quiet.

Murong Yi raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Sister is here?" How is my sister's recovery from her injuries? The mountain road is rugged and bumpy, and the carriage ride is easy to cause the wound to recur, and my sister should not come. ”

Zhao Wuyang looked at him coldly.

Murong Yi took a sip of tea for a long time, "Sister, don't complain about the queen mother beating you, you did something you shouldn't do, and you deserve to be punished." What's more, you have been married to Brother Xu for more than a year and have not conceived a child, and the queen mother is also resentful. ”

Everyone in the audience had different expressions.

This is a matter of the royal family, and even if they are curious, they dare not ask without permission.

In the face of Murong Yi's humiliation and provocation, Zhao Wuyang looked indifferent, "The villa is boring, can Miss Murong accompany the palace to the tower to watch the scenery?" By the way, let's talk about the girl's private room. ”

Murong Yi was armed with martial arts and was not afraid of her, so he did not hesitate to respond.

Two young girls climbed to the sixth floor, looking at the mountains and rivers, with a wide and bright view.

Murong Yi said with a smile: "I have heard that King Yong spent a lot of money to build the Star Picking Platform, and on the surface, he said that it was to pray for the emperor, but people with a little brain know that he built it for King Yong's side concubine." I don't know if the star picking platform is better or worse than my small wooden building? ”

Zhao Wuyang was noncommittal.

Murong Yi said again: "However, whether it is good or bad, it is King Yong's intention. It's not bad for a man to do this for a woman. For example, Brother Xu didn't do anything for his sister, and even when the queen ordered her grandmothers to beat her sister, he had already gone back to the prince's mansion to enjoy his leisure...... I believe that if my sister's situation and I were reversed at that time, Brother Xu would definitely stand up for me. ”

A sixteen-year-old girl, her words are full of confidence.

Zhao Wuyang tilted his head to look at her.

She was born tall and delicate, and because she was armed with martial arts, she was more sassy and heroic than ordinary women.

Coupled with Yuanxu's childhood sweetheart, it is not unreasonable to have this confidence.

She took off the little red umbrella and said lightly: "In your eyes, what kind of man is Yuan Xu?" ”

Murong Yi raised his chin, his eyes were full of brilliance, "Brother Xu is gentle and gentle, and he will definitely be the most benevolent emperor when he ascends the throne in the future." I like this Brother Asahi, I've loved it since I was a child! People in Chang'an City say that King Yong and King Yong's concubine have a good relationship, because they are childhood sweethearts. But Zhao Wuyang, Brother Xu and I are also childhood sweethearts. If I marry him, I'm sure our relationship will be even better than theirs. Although I can't stand you a little, but after all, you are a sister, and you must be able to tolerate our affection, right? ”

Zhao Wuyang fiddled with the little red umbrella, "The so-called gentle and elegant, but because there is no capital to be wanton and arrogant." The so-called humility is just because of cowardice and dare not make enemies with others. Murong Yi, you boast that you grew up with Yuan Xu, but you don't even know what kind of temperament he is...... If I knew you were so stupid and stupid, I should have exchanged with Su Jiu and let her deal with you. ”

Murong Yi frowned, "What do you mean?" ”

……

The mountain villa water pavilion.

The feast continues.

Murong Ming hugged the beauty to have fun, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the guests in the hall were drunk and fainted on the desk one after another.

He rubbed his beard and laughed, "A bunch of useless things! A little strong wine can also make you drunk to this virtue? Said okay to play with women, you guys are drunk like this, how can I play alone? ”

After shouting drunkly, he suddenly noticed that the music had stopped at some point.

The rain is coming, and the light is dim.

An incense burner lit in the hall.

The curling green smoke drips out of the carved porcelain cover, the cold sweet fragrance gradually spreads to the whole hall, and the meditating monks painted on the incense burner seem to laugh and cry, strange as a dream.

The mountain breeze blew from the window, and the beaded curtains in the corners slammed together, making a crisp and ethereal sound, like a child's laughter.

There was a terrible sense of solemnity in the silence of the room.

Murong Ming said in a rough voice: "What about the musician, why doesn't the musician play the piano?!" If you don't play the piano, how can the old man be interested?! ”

Suddenly, the sound of a zither sounded.

It is like the autumn wind on the flat ground and the bright moon on the sea, which is particularly lonely and empty.

Gradually, the music twists and turns towards passion, like the battle of thousands of troops and horses on the Gobi Desert!

The afterglow of the setting sun reflects the blood, as if a war has ended, and the music gradually calms down, as if the surviving soldiers in the middle of the night are alone to the bright moon, blowing the reed flute in their hometown.

This is a song about war.

Murong Ming's face darkened, "Who is pretending to be a ghost?" ”

A slender hand lifts open the beaded curtain.

The man in thin armor, his color was like a spring dawn, and Danfeng's eyes were full of hatred, and he appeared in Murong Ming's sight.

Murong Ming frowned.

He looked around, but his drunken colleagues were still awake, and the dancers and singers were already asleep.

The original hall was full of excitement, but he was the only one left who was still sober.

"Xie Rongjing? Aren't you dead? He rubbed his eyes, "Am I dreaming?" ”

He suddenly showed a ruthless face and smiled fiercely, "It doesn't matter if I'm dreaming or what, the old man can kill you once, even if you die, the old man can still kill you again!" Xie Rongjing, suffer death! ”

He took out his sword from under the table and suddenly attacked Xie Rongjing!

But halfway, he fell to the ground in embarrassment!

Xie Rongjing stood indifferently.

Because of excessive blood loss, the face that was as pale as a spring dawn was a little pale.

Sniffing deeply at the strange sweet fragrance in the mountain wind, he was dumbfounded: