Yan Yue smiled proudly, thinking about Xuanyuan Yaohui's appearance when he urinated, laughing more and more. At some point, the room was dimmed, and a tall figure stood in front of the door. Yan Yue thought that Xuanyuan Yaohui had returned to the house, and said with a smile: "You finished peeing, I can't imagine that you dare to come back, if I still want you to find a way, what reason do you want to escape, is it possible that you want to poop?" ”

The more Yan Yue spoke, the more ridiculous she felt, the figure stood in front of the door without moving or making a sound, Yan Yue raised her head with a smile, and the laughter immediately stopped. Yan Yue never thought that the person who came was actually Murong Yan, he just stood there silently, because with the light on his back, Yan Yue couldn't even see the expression on his face clearly. But there is one thing that Yan Yue can perceive, that is, Murong Yan's mood is not good, very bad.

Yan Yue immediately sat down in a decent manner, sitting red, watching the leftovers on the table that had not yet had time for the minions to clean up for a moment. There was no salute, and there was no performance of greeting people, Yan Yue just sat like that, whatever he Murong Yan would think and how to deal with it.

Murong Yan looked coldly at Yan Yue, who was like a wooden man, thinking about her laughter just now, thinking about her nonsense just now, the words that she wanted to reprimand came to her lips and swallowed again, and when she opened her mouth, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh. knew that such indulgence would spoil her, but she couldn't say anything about the reprimand. The most infuriating thing is that the little woman doesn't know anything, how much special treatment she already has in this harem, why did she think she canonized her as Shuyuan? Her beauty? Or is it her medical skills? Or she could get into trouble at any time.

Yan Yue was still waiting quietly, like a little mouse lurking in the dark, expressionless and motionless. But all of Yan Yue's open pores were keenly perceiving, perceiving the little bit of breath from Murong Yan's body. Yan Yue could feel that the airflow in the room was less nervous and a little more relaxed.

"Yan Yue, you come with me." Murong Yan ordered in a low voice and walked out of the room first. Yan Yue looked up in surprise at this time, she couldn't imagine that this Murong Yan would let him go so easily, didn't he hear him ask Xuanyuan Yaohui to help him escape? Didn't he hear his own rude words? So why was he so angry when he walked through the door? However, Yan Yue is not a person who is good at pondering problems. Since there's nothing to do, let's go.

A gorgeous chariot stopped in the courtyard of Birong Xuan, and two burly palace people were waiting in front of the chariot. Murong Yan stepped up with a cold face, and Zhang Xiaoyi walked quickly on the side of the step. Yan Yue looked around in surprise, but she didn't see any other sedan chairs. It seems that he has made himself the same step as that Zhang Xiaoyi.

Fortunately, Yan Yue didn't care, if Murong Yan and Yan Yue sat in the same step, it would make Yan Yue care more. The autumn noon sun was still hot, and Yan Yue just regretted not using an umbrella. After only a while, Yan Yue's face was sweating. Fortunately, the steps in front of him began to walk very quickly, and then gradually slowed down, so Yan Yue was no longer tired when she walked, and she was also very comfortable.

"Do you know why I let you walk?" I don't know when Murong Yan's step was on Yan Yue's side, and he opened the curtain and asked lightly.

"The slave knows one of our historical stories, Ban Jieyu is the concubine of Emperor Han Cheng, and Emperor Han Cheng is the most favored by her. In order to be inseparable from Ban Jieyu at all times, Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty ordered someone to make a larger chariot in order to travel with the car, but Ban Jieyu refused, she said: "Look at the pictures left in ancient times, the kings of sages and sages have famous ministers on their side. Xia, Shang, and the end of the third dynasty, Xia Wei, Shang Xuan, and Zhou Youwang, only had a favored concubine sitting, and finally fell into the situation of the country's destruction and destruction, if I go in and out of the same car with you, it will be very similar to them, can it not be awe-inspiring? The emperor didn't let the slave and maid sit on this step, hadn't he also heard of this allusion? Yan Yue subconsciously asked after speaking, and only then did she know that she had lost her words again in Murong Yan's silence. However, there is one thing Yan Yue didn't realize that her identity had changed from a doctor girl to a Shuyuan, and she shouldn't call herself a 'slave' at this time.

"I've never heard of such an allusion. The reason why I didn't let you sit on this step is because you can't sit on this step. Murong Yan said lightly. Yan Yue couldn't help but smile on her lips, it's just a means of transportation, what else can you sit on and I can't sit on. As a person in the 21st century, he has sat in any high-end car, and he still cares about such a small step?

Murong Yan saw the sneering smile on Yan Yue's lips from the side, but he couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart again.

Yan Yue was immersed in her own thoughts, and she didn't notice where she was going, let alone when that step had stopped. Yan Yue looked around and found that this was actually a corner that she had never patronized. And in front of Yan Yue was a palace covered by weeds, and the unclear words seemed to have the words "Liangfeng Pavilion" written on them.

Yan Yue only felt that the word 'good' seemed to have some impressions, and after thinking about it, she remembered that Murong Yan's biological mother was the good concubine back then. Could it be that Murong Yan's biological mother lived in the palace? Why is it so desolate? Why did he bring himself here? Yan Yue's suspicious gaze turned to Murong Yan.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoyi and the two people who were carrying the chariot retreated far to the side, while Murong Yan's gaze was still on the chariot. This had to surprise Yan Yue, was this step so good that Murong Yan couldn't put it down?

"Yan Yue, if you take a look at this step, you will know why I won't let you sit." Murong Yan said softly. Yan Yue doesn't think that a step is good-looking, and she doesn't care whether she sits or not, it's just a means of transportation. Even if it's a royal thing, it's just that the wood is better, and the decoration on it is better. But for some reason, I always felt that there was a faint pain in Murong Yan's voice, and there was also a faint sadness in his eyes, it seemed that today's Murong Yan was not the same as in the past, and this kind of Murong Yan made Yan Yue unbearable to refuse.

The wood used in the Bu Yuan should be the rarest ebony, which is carved with delicate and lifelike dragon wind auspicious patterns, painted with gorgeous colored lacquer, simple and generous shapes, and exquisite and gorgeous patterns. Yan Yue suddenly realized, no wonder Murong Yan said that he couldn't sit on this step, and he felt that this should be a means of transportation that the emperor and queen could sit on. Yan Yue's gaze then moved to the step, but this time, Yan Yue couldn't help but cry out 'ah'.

Just because the step is too unexpected for Yan Yue, with Yan Yue's imagination, it is definitely a brocade mattress as a cushion, and then decorated with some precious gadgets, but what appears in Yan Yue's eyes is a futon, a round futon woven from pampas grass, which is used by monks when they sit in meditation and kneel down, but there is such a luxurious and extravagant step in a grand place, and what is even more terrifying is that there are countless sharp steel needles inserted in a circle of this futon, and there is a trace of red marks on the top of the needle. Where is this luxurious seat, it is simply a terrible torture instrument.

Yan Yue turned around in a panic, regardless of stepping forward and directly picking up Murong Yan's coat, looking at Murong Yan's thighs, and sure enough, it was not surprising that Murong Yan's white obscene pants were indeed dots of blood. Yan Yue only felt suffocated in her heart, and there was a feeling of panic in an instant. Even the words trembled a little: "You......... Why are you sitting on this steel needle? Is there something wrong with you? ”

Murong Yan didn't speak, staring at Yan Yue and showing a hint of a smile, but that smile was filled with too much bitterness. He gently took away Yan Yue's hand that lifted his robe, and said lightly: "This is the step given by the queen mother to the mother concubine back then, and every time there is a major event in the palace, it is necessary for the mother to take it." At that time, I often saw my mother walking in pain after getting off the chariot...... Today is the death day of my mother, and I use this step to remind myself not to forget the suffering of my mother! I'm going to use this step to punish me for my incompetence! ”

"Crazy, all of them are crazy!" Yan Yue could only hear a chill on her body, and she couldn't help muttering out in her mouth, in Yan Yue's feelings, most of the people in the royal family had some problems in their minds.

That Murong Yan walked towards Naliang Feng Pavilion, and as the doors opened, a simple inner hall appeared in front of the two of them! Murong Yan stopped talking, took out the fruit incense candles that had already been prepared in his mouth, and placed them on the table one by one.

"Isn't your mother a concubine? Why do you live so simply? And now that you are the emperor, why do you still come here to worship? Yan Yue asked strangely.

"I am now the emperor, and it stands to reason that my mother is the queen mother, but my father does not allow me to chase the queen mother. It stands to reason that my biological mother should be buried in the imperial mausoleum, but my father only allowed my mother to be buried in the concubine's mausoleum. All this was the old woman's idea, and it was she who instigated her father to make such a posthumous summons. Do you want me to go to the concubine's tomb to worship my mother, so that everyone in the world laughs at my incompetence? Murong Yan gritted his teeth when he said it, but Yan Yue heard it inexplicably. Yan Yue couldn't understand the difference between the imperial tomb and the concubine's tomb, and she didn't understand why she couldn't posthumously seal the good concubine of the year. It's just that Murong Yan, the emperor, is too pitiful, a few days ago because of the matter between the minister and the former prince, the throne was almost lost, and now there is still something that cannot fight for the throne for his dead mother.

Yan Yue couldn't help frowning, these ancients were old-fashioned, and they didn't know how to do things. Many things can be done as long as they turn a corner, but because it is the emperor's will, they must always be carried out to the letter? Of course, only Yan Yue in the 21st century dares to think like this, just imagine which person in ancient times was willing to bear the name of disloyalty and unfilial piety.

"Yan Yue, you tell me, what happened to this person when he died? Is she resentful of my mother? Blame me for my incompetence! Murong Yan's sudden questioning made Yan Yue suddenly wake up, feeling that Murong Yan brought himself here today to worship with him because he wanted to learn about ghosts. It's just that what did Yan Yue say, he didn't know what a ghost looked like after he died, so he traveled directly here. This can only be said to be lucky, but not everyone can be so lucky, if everyone can cross when they die, the world is really messed up!

"I, I, I really don't know what ghosts are, I don't know anything about ghosts. I'm lucky......" Yan Yue was messy, and she didn't know how to explain it to Murong Yan. Murong Yan, on the other hand, still stood there quietly, staring at Yan Yue expectantly. In this way, under Murong Yan's expectant gaze, Yan Yue stupidly said what she had done in her previous life, how she died, and how she had inexplicably crossed over here, and after finishing speaking, she stood there stupidly, not knowing how much Murong Yan understood. But Yan Yue's heart was a little relaxed, maybe there was finally someone to talk to, when she confided, although this confiding was not what she imagined.

"Let's go." After a long time, Murong Yanfang said lightly, but there was a faint loss in his voice.

Yan Yue also knew that she was going to disappoint the other party by saying this, but the desire to speak that was aroused made Yan Yue couldn't help but speak again: "Actually, many things can be done in a different way, don't be too rigid about those complicated etiquette, otherwise it will only be you who is uncomfortable." ”

Murong Yan's figure in front of him hesitated for a moment, but just for a moment, he flew away. Yan Yue was left standing there alone in a daze, her heart in a mess.