I pointed at it, but I didn't think about how a skilled musician could get out of the mud without getting dirty.

When the royal sister heard this, there was a loud laugh from behind the curtains, and those faces could no longer bear it, and actually laughed in a low voice.

I was puzzled, but the musician trembled, knelt behind the curtain, and was so frightened that his voice became sharp and thin: "Xiaosheng looks ugly, for fear of disturbing the third princess." ”

The imperial sister shouted in the curtain and laughed: "If you take him away, who will I listen to play the piano?" ”

"I want him, you've touched the others, I don't want it."

"Turns out you're thinking about this?!" The imperial sister snorted coldly and said, "Okay, then you can accept my ugly musician." Han, you take my phoenix order. ”

The musician kowtowed behind the beaded curtain, and his tone was reluctant: "The subordinate receives the order." ”

"You, go and warm the bed for the third princess now, and serve her for the first page tonight," the imperial sister said quietly.

"I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it! Sister Huang, I don't want to be 'served' by him! ”

"The phoenix order has been issued, if you refuse, I can't do anything about you. But Han didn't finish it, that is, Han resisted the will and disrespected. The end of the rebellion, that is-" The imperial sister lifted the curtain and said the word in a joking tone, "-death." ”

Han knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, begging to take back his fate.

"Don't, Sister Huang! How can you threaten me with your life?! ”

The princess glanced at me coldly: "You care about human life, but I don't care." Oh, this musician, take it away. ”

Even though I begged for mercy in every possible way, the imperial sister refused to change her words.

It's also to blame me for not being able to speak with my brain, and I show my dislike for her.

She is the crown princess, and when the mother queen abdicates, she is the one who will inherit the throne. She is my own sister, and no matter how good she is with me, she still has a royal temper.

The musician walked out from behind the beaded curtain, and the crowd whispered.

I looked up at the musician. Completely different from the other musculder, bare-chested faces, he seems to have deliberately hidden his whole body in a wide musician's robe, and he is tall and slender, but he looks weak. With this kind of appearance, you may die of exhaustion in bed.

He had a crimson birthmark all over his face, not so much ugly as the dark red and white color difference that made people feel hideous and terrifying.

It's no wonder that he has superb piano skills and a good figure, but he has never been to the couch of the imperial sister.

I didn't want to kill someone, but I was angry that I was going to lose my life for him. She still wanted to ask the imperial sister to take back her life, but she ordered someone to drive us out of the Qiwu Palace.

……

The chariot stopped at the gate of the palace, and several palanquin drivers had been waiting outside for a long time.

Xiaocao, the personal maid, saw the ugly musician following behind her, and asked me who he was. I was distraught and didn't want to answer, so I just sat down on a low stool.

"Let's go!"

The palanquin bearers did not act immediately, as if waiting for the ugly musician to sit on it.

Musician Han stood aside and quietly looked at my face.

I glanced at his ugly face and was angry.

If it is a noodle head, it is usually a step with the princess. But he, I don't want to admit it.

"You are not allowed to come up, walk back to the palace!"

"Yes." The ugly musician bows down.

The Qingyuan Palace where I live is in the corner of the imperial city, and the residence of the imperial sister is next to the palace of the queen mother, which is the center of the imperial city. I also picked flowers in the garden before I went to visit the imperial sister.

In fact, the palace was very boring, except for talking to the imperial sister, Taifu's study and painting in the painting pavilion became my main entertainment. Occasionally, you can pass the time by gazing at the Imperial City and the starry sky from the observation deck.

I sat very leisurely, but the people below me were half tired to death. Especially the musicians who have just met for the first time.

"The musician's face is pale, he won't be exhausted, right?" The palace maid Xiaocao secretly reported it.

I rested my elbows against the armrests of my step, dragged my chin, and looked down at the musician.

The ugly musician is weak and weak, and he has fallen behind.