NATO General's Palace

The gorgeous and wealthy mansion is surrounded by deep courtyards, lush gardens, rockery fountains, arched bridges and lakes, and long and wide stone paths that gracefully extend to the backyard.

"Third brother, you slightly outperformed me by two moves last time, and I will spare no effort this time."

The woman is dressed in a snow-white brocade dress, with only a strand of gold silk crown hairpin on the flowing cloud bun, the black hair like ink pours down to the waist, the skin is smooth and white like congealed cream, and the little face of the goose egg is slightly upturned in the city, and the expression is arrogant looking at the man who is wearing a black and blue brocade dress a few feet away, with a wide gray and black ribbon on the belt, a white jade crown of mutton fat on his head, and a handsome and resolute face.

He had a warm smile on his face like the spring light of March, and looked at the more serious woman in front of him with a doting expression.

"Sixth sister, after last time, I said that I would no longer compete with you, and when I came back in the future, I would compete with you again, how about it?" The man asked helplessly.

"No, I have been practicing hard for half a month just to be ashamed of the snow, and I will score a victory today." The woman does not give up

"Qi'er, don't mess around, if your father has something to discuss with your third brother, you can go back to the backyard." A gentle voice rang out from behind the woman.

Mu Yunqi turned around and saw that his father's face had an unusual melancholy on his face, presumably there must be something important.

"Then the daughter will retire first." After saying that, she bowed to him obediently, and walked briskly into the backyard, and when she reached the arch of the weeping stone, she quickly hid her body, and then showed her eyes to look at the father and son who hurried towards the study.

After the door of the study was closed, she turned around and walked slowly towards the Xiqi Pavilion.

Mu Yunqi pondered and meditated, but he couldn't figure out what his father was sad about just now. In her heart, her father is a person who has not changed since Mount Tai collapsed, and it must be the major events involved in the court that will make her father look scorched.

Knowing that his thoughts are full of things will not help, and his father is in a high position in NATO, everything can be resolved.

Thinking like this, the heaviness of Fang Cai disappeared completely, a light smile appeared on his face, and he walked towards the direction of Xiqi Pavilion with lotus steps.

In the study, Mu Yan sat on a rosewood chair, holding his forehead with one hand and hanging his head, his face solemn.

"Father, what is it that makes you like this?" Mu Yunche sat under the rosewood bookcase, full of suspicion.

"The emperor was left alone as his father, and he talked about giving marriage to the crown prince and Qi'er."

Mu Yunche heard that Huo Ran got up, and his face was panicked. He asked incredulously, "Give Qi'er to the crown prince in marriage?" ”

Mu Yan looked up at him with a vague and angry face, nodded and said: "My father knows your heart for Qi'er, this matter came suddenly, and the emperor set the wedding date for two months later, half a month after the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace banquet. ”

Mu Yan looked at him and waved his hand to signal him to sit down, and then said, "Qi'er's life experience has never been mentioned by his father, although you all know that she is not my blood, but you don't know that she is really Bai Fanxi's daughter." ”

Mu Yunche was surprised in his heart, his face cold.

"Haoyue Palace Lady Saint, the daughter of Bai Zhuo?"

Mu Yan nodded lightly, his expression dark.

Mu Yunche got up and stood with his back to him, hiding the sadness on his face.

Mu Yan got up and turned on the switch in the right corner of the wooden chair, and the copper wall behind him opened from the middle to the sides, and a secret room appeared. He stepped into the secret room, and Mu Yunche heard the reputation and followed.

The outer door of the secret room slowly closes, and a night pearl illuminates the darkness inside.

There is a lifelike beauty painting hanging on the wall, painting a woman's face is amazing, a moon-white light veil, Miaoman's figure is slender like a willow, standing under the peach tree and smiling, the beautiful scenery in the painting is reduced to a foil, showing the woman's face on the ground and smiling.

"Is this Bai Fanxi?" Mu Yunche asked affirmatively.

The appearance of the woman in the painting is the same as that of Mu Yunqi, and Mu Yunqi is more bright and clean, less gentle than the woman in the painting.

"Fanxi is the daughter of the divine doctor Bai Zhuo, and she has excellent medical skills since she was a child. Although she is a member of Haoyue Palace, she is not bound by the palace rules, and has always been alone. Mu Yan paused, his eyes stared at the person in the painting, his eyes showed grief, his eyes were slightly closed and he looked sad, and every time he recalled the past, he regretted it.

Mu Yunche thought of seeing his father and mother respect each other when he was a child, but he was thinking of someone else.

After calming down, Mu Yan said again: "Sixteen years ago, Fanxi married the King of Jin of the Lin Dynasty and became the princess of Jin. After leading the army and the Jinguo alliance to attack the Linchao and attack the imperial capital of the Linzhao Dynasty, the Jin Wangfu was already on fire. ”

He recalled the ruins left behind after the Jin Palace's mansion burned out, and his heart ached.

Mu Yunche was shocked for a moment and then regained his composure, remembering that his father was indeed the Qi'er he brought back when he returned from victory.

Both father and son were lost in thought.

"No wonder she never doubted her background at the beginning, it turned out that the meridians were sealed." Mu Yunche said clearly.

Mu Yan remembered the situation in the imperial study today, and said, "After the prince passed the palace three years ago, he asked the emperor to marry Qi'er when he returned to the palace. ”

"No wonder the crown prince has been weak for three years, but there is no news of his marriage, it has already been decided." Mu Yunche said indifferently

"If it is announced too early, the situation in the court will definitely change, which will be unfavorable to the prince."

"Now that there is no way back, what does my father think he should do?" Mu Yunche asked helplessly

Mu Yan replied: "You find a way to return to the border as soon as possible, and hand over everything in the military to our people as soon as possible." Now Qi'er has to marry into the East Palace, even if she goes to the last step, it is not difficult to get out of the palace with her skills. Now for my father, I went to meet the palace master and inform him of the matter. At the beginning, the father brought back Qi'er privately and concealed the matter, but now he can't take too much care of it. ”

"That's it." After speaking, he activated the mechanism and left, leaving Mu Yan indoors, thinking about the mural.

The lake is particularly deserted in autumn, and the boats on the lake are rocking from side to side, stirring up bursts of water waves, and the still overflowing water surface is pushed away layer by layer.

Mu Yunche stood with his hands in his hands, and the beam of the setting sun crossed the upright figure wrapped in his dark blue ink clothes. The dim sunlight illuminated his back endlessly, and a long reflection was reflected behind his slender body.

His thoughts drifted somewhere, and his handsome face exuded indifference like the depths of a cold pool.

In the white pavilion in the front yard of Xiqi Pavilion, Mu Yunqi propped his elbows on the wooden railing of the stone pavilion, and sat quietly on the stone bench in the pavilion in a white and blue brocade dress trimmed with light gauze. His eyes were distracted as he stared at the sky above the red wall, and there was silence all around.

Mu Yunche came to the lake and just stepped into the courtyard gate and saw the picture in front of him, Mu Yunqi had never left the Xiqi Pavilion since he came out of his father's study.

He stepped into the pavilion, sat down beside her gently, and reached out to arrange her hair that had been blown up, Mu Yunqi leaned back to avoid the hand he was about to touch her.

She looked stunned and looked at him without saying a word.

Mu Yunche's heart was tingling like a thread, he raised his eyes to stare at her beautiful and peerless face, and asked in a deep voice, "What does Qi'er think of the prince?" ”

Mu Yunqi lowered his head and didn't want to look at him, and after thinking for a long time, he said in a low voice: "What does the third brother mean?" Do I have a choice? Mu Yunqi asked rhetorically, with an inignorable sadness in his tone.

"Qi'er, if you don't want to, the third brother can take you away." Mu Yunche said with a firm gaze.

Mu Yunqi slowly got up and stood beside the column of the pavilion, feeling infinitely melancholy in his heart.

Everyone in the house said that they fell into the lake by playing in the water, and the lake water invaded the body and caused wind and cold, and after waking up from a coma for a day and a night, there was no memory of the past.

Dozens of people were treated up and down that time, including his father's concubine, who was also implicated in being killed with a cane, just to cover up his own background.

Mu Yunqi remembered that when she saw the woman in the portrait who was strikingly similar to herself in the secret room, she knew that the woman in the painting must be her mother, even though there was no such woman in her memory.

She is familiar with every grass and tree, every pavilion and every courtyard in this house. I remember that her father and brother gave her endless doting, so that she never doubted her life experience.

The past is vivid, and everything she once believed in has now become a fiction. The heaven and earth in my heart suddenly collapsed and turned to ashes the moment I knew the truth.

Retracting her distant thoughts, a light smile rose at the corner of her mouth: "Father and third brother wish in their hearts, Qi'er will do their best to help."

"What I want in my heart, Qi'er really understands?" He stared at Mu Yunqi again, and asked with hope in his eyes.

Mu Yunqi felt a little at a loss, turned around with a dodgy expression, she laughed softly, a little self-deprecating and a little desolate: "Third brother, we have no choice."

Mu Yunche was stunned, looking at the woman in front of him in a trance, struggling in his heart.

After thinking about it for a long time, he said sadly: "When you enter the palace in the future, you will take care of yourself first in everything, be cautious in everything, and there will be someone in the palace to take care of you." If the Mu family escapes this disaster, you will stay in the palace as your crown princess with peace of mind, if you can't escape, the day you leave the palace will be when you raise troops for your brother. ”

After speaking, he turned around and walked over Mu Yunqi without stopping. The swift movement gently brought the wind and lifted the light yarn on the sleeves of the woman's dress.

Looking at his resolute departure, Mu Yunqi's heart was like a knife, and the tears could no longer be restrained, and the large ones slashed across her pale cheeks and fell on the smooth and clear bluestone ground.

At the main entrance of the pavilion, a delicate woman walked into the pavilion with brisk steps, and saw her young lady crying silently with tears on her face.

She took out the silk silk around her waist in a panic and gently wiped away the tears on Mu Yunqi's face, and said distressedly: "The slave maid doesn't know what makes the young lady so sad, it must be related to the third young master who just left, but the third young master will return to the border tomorrow to guard, why bother."

Mu Yunqi laughed self-deprecatingly, as if he didn't hear Yingfu's words, and walked towards the boudoir with a lotus flower in despair.

Lan Gu stood at the gate of the courtyard, glanced at Yingfu, and shook her head deeply at the scene in the pavilion.

Early the next morning, there was a lot of noise outside the Mufu Zhuqi Gate, and men, women and children in the bustling crowd pushed each other.

The majestic and magnificent general's mansion, the red vermilion lacquer door is closed under the three-character plaque, and there are two majestic stone lions squatting on both sides of the main entrance, which seem to guard the peace of the mansion.

In the hall of the main courtyard of the General's Mansion, Mu Yan was sitting in the upper hall, Mu Yunche was dressed in a black robe, his body was straight and kneeling on one knee, Mu Yan got up and gently helped him up, and the two columns of generals behind him held their heads high and turned around and stood sideways in an orderly manner.

The father and son walked towards the gate of the mansion one after another, and the majestic generals behind them followed in unison.

Mu Yunche walked to the main entrance, and the little attendant who was waiting on the side immediately stepped forward and respectfully stretched out his hands holding the helmet in front of him, he took the helmet and put it on, held the sword in his right hand, looked at the backyard, and then turned around and strode out of the house.

The generals got on the horse one step ahead of him, he walked to the front of the horse, raised his feet and stepped into the stirrups, turned over on the horse in one go, pulled the reins forward with both hands and put his fists together, and said to Mu Yan, who was standing on the five-step stone steps: "Father take care, son will never live up to the trust."

Seeing that Mu Yan nodded his head gently, he grabbed the reins of his horse and started to travel, and the generals behind him rode his horse to follow.

The noisy avenue was cramped by the crowds of people on both sides, and the manhood on horseback was magnificent, wearing a golden helmet and a black robe, and his cold eyes occasionally swept over the crowd on both sides.

The congestion of the official road made it difficult for Mu Yunche and his party to drive, and the one-hour trip took four hours.

As soon as the city gate came out, Mu Yunche drove everyone away with their horses and whips, and where the horses' hooves were stepping, the air was full of sand and dust.

In the front yard of the Xiqi Pavilion, there was a tactful and melodious sound of the piano.

Mu Yunqi sat in the pavilion in a moon-white brocade dress, her slender fingers plucked the strings with rigidity and softness, the touching sound of the piano fluttered into her ears, and her thrillingly beautiful face was as cold as frost.

Outside the courtyard, a slender woman walked into the pavilion, stood beside her with a calm expression, and said respectfully, "Miss, the young master has left the city." ”

The melodious piano sound stopped abruptly, Mu Yunqi got up slowly, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, as if she realized that she was sad, she turned around and walked into the boudoir, the road ahead was unpredictable, how could she let herself be sad.