No, tomorrow is the big wedding, he can't just leave like this, Still moved his lips and said, "Please let the emperor delay for two days." ”

He raised his hand in salute, his eyebrows lowered in pleading.

The atmosphere was weird all at once.

Lei Shizhen and Zhang Xiang both hung their heads and said nothing.

The emperor smiled lazily and looked at Jian Xiu, his tone was strange, "What, you want to resist the decree?" ”

"The minister is not resisting the decree, the minister is just asking the emperor to delay for two days, and he will set off immediately after the minister's wedding tomorrow." Jian Xiu was cold, and the words he said were correct.

The emperor stood up and walked down from the dragon chair, walked to Jian Xiu, seemed to be laughing, but the meaning of his words was clearly without a trace of laughter: "Lord Zhang, do you think your wedding is more important than this matter?" ”

"That's not what the minister meant, the minister just asked the emperor to take a day off."

"Enough!" The Emperor snapped his plea, "I'll let you go now." ”

Jian Xiu frowned, knelt down and bowed, not afraid of the emperor's anger, and still said like that, "The minister is here to ask the emperor to take a day off." ”

"Zhang Jianxiu, you-" The emperor's face turned green with anger, and he looked at Jian Xiu but did not punish him for his confrontation.

"After tomorrow, the minister will definitely go to Yunnan in person." Jian Xiu said that he bowed and got up, and he walked straight to the outside of the hall.

The emperor stared at Jian Xiu's back as he left directly in front of him like this, his expression tightened. He was the emperor and even looked at the face of a courtier, and the faint anger in his heart surged into his heart.

The emperor sat back on the dragon chair, and the corners of his mouth kept smiling, laughing at him that he couldn't do anything about Xiangguo.

Lei Shizhen quietly looked at the emperor's expression, and when the emperor didn't ask any more questions, he didn't say more. It's just that he understands that the emperor in front of him is still afraid of Xiangguofu in his heart.

When Jian Xiu left the palace, Mo Maoli had just entered the palace, and the two had not met.

As soon as he entered the palace, Mo Maoli was directly taken to Yilan Garden by the inner palace guards, seeing that he was not going to see the emperor, Mo Maoli just stepped into Yilan Yuan and looked back at the guards and inner servants behind him, and asked with a surprised expression, "Why did you bring this son here?" ”

Yu Yue smiled and immediately read out the edict, "The emperor's decree that the prince of Yunnan is recuperating in the inner palace, and only after the affairs of the Qianguo Mansion are investigated, can the prince of Yunnan leave Yilan Garden, and during this period, the prince of Yunnan cannot take half a step out of Yilan Garden without my permission." ”

In an instant, Mo Maoli tightened his pupils slightly.

Yu Yue spoke, waved his hand slightly, and the guard was ordered to raise his hand to invite, please Mo Maoli to enter.

There was a layer of coldness on Mo Maoli's face, the emperor was going to put him under house arrest, how could he not understand. But now, how can he resist, if he really resists, it will be clear that the Qianguo Mansion is despising the imperial court.

Mo Maoli smiled at the corner of his mouth and walked into Yilan Garden indifferently.

Yu Yue turned around and ordered the guards guarding Yilan Garden to close the gate and even lock it.

Out of the palace, on the horse, all the way to the Qingluan Courtyard. He just wanted to spend more time with her.

Stepping into the Qingluan Courtyard, he immediately asked the slave in the courtyard in a trance, "Where is Yi'er?" ”

The servant hurriedly replied, "Miss Liu is in the backyard garden." ”

Walking quickly into the garden, I saw a woman sitting on a swing rack in the distance, contemplating in silence.

Where did the swing come from? Jian Xiu didn't think much about it, and walked directly to her.

She was in a trance, and sat on the swing with a calm mind but did not shake.

He walked up behind her, but she wasn't alert. His brow sank, wondering why she was so deep. But at the moment he just wanted to hold her close to his chest. From behind him he picked her up and held her in front of him.

She knew it was him. The body was stunned, and immediately relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There was silence for a moment before he walked over to her and crouched down to stare at her.

Her hand was already tightly held by him, his voice was warm, and his eyes were fixed on her face, as if he wanted to imprint her appearance deep into his heart: "Do you miss me?" ”

She looked at Jian Xiu's dusty, jade-like face, and a smile rose slightly at the corner of her mouth, "You're back." ”

The deep contemplative trance just now does not exist.

His face was warm, his voice was kind, and he looked at her with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Yi'er, why are you here alone, although there is sunshine, it is still cold, go back to the house." ”

As he spoke, he pulled her up, clasped her hand and led her in the direction of the wing. She followed him, following in his footsteps.

Jian Xiu looked back at the swing that was swaying lightly because Miss Liu got up, his brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

Back in the house, Chunlin brought in a hot ginseng soup. Jian Xiuwu picked up the bowl of ginseng soup, lifted the delicate lid on the bowl, and said with a smile, "Drink the ginseng soup to warm your body." ”

She was about to pick it up, and he hurriedly said, "I'll feed you." ”

Liu Piaomei blinked his big eyes, looked at the handsome face that was close at hand, looked at it, looked at it again, and then pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay." ”

With a warm smile on his lips, he brought the ginseng soup to her lips spoonful by spoonful.

She smiled and looked at him every time she drank a spoonful, until the bowl of ginseng soup was all drunk under his feeding.

After that, he asked her to play chess with him, and although she was not very good, she was not impossible. Her earnest appearance kept him watching, and his gaze never took off her eyes.

"Why do you always watch me, watch chess, you're going to lose." The corners of her mouth twitched, a smug look.

He gave her many steps, just to make her proud. Seeing her full of joy, he felt comfortable.

"You think I'm going to lose?" He reminded her.

She looked at the layout carefully again, only to find that she was almost "generalized", and suddenly understood, she took a step skillfully and took advantage of the momentum.

He patiently advanced again, and there was still no winner or loser on the chessboard. She was attentive again, thinking about the next step, and he still stared at her quietly, waiting for her to break.

Seeing that she was a little sleepy, he took a random step to let her win. She was so happy that she bared her white teeth and laughed. It was a smug smile she had never had.

After dinner, he hugged her again and whispered in her ear, "I have to go back tonight, and come tomorrow to pick up my relatives, and wait for me to pick you up." ”

She understands that on the eve of the wedding, she has to separate.

He mounted his horse and walked away, the dark red squirrel swaying in the wind, and the mighty and handsome figure disappeared in front of her.

She was happy from the heart, and suddenly felt that the hour was so fast with him.

The moonlight is cold, and the wind is cold.

The courtyard was unusually quiet, walking like dust in white clothes and strolling in the courtyard, subconsciously walking towards her side courtyard.

He looked at the face of the woman inside the door with a pair of burning eyes, the light in his eyes was faint, with complicated concerns, but when his eyes touched the thought of the woman's gentle smile at Jian Xiu, the brilliance under his eyes dimmed, and a touch of almost invisible complex emotions swept over his clear face, and disappeared in an instant.

She was about to close the door, but he stretched out his hand to stop her, and his sudden appearance, she was stunned, and said suspiciously, "In the middle of the night, Mr. came here and didn't know why?" ”

Xing Ruchen's face moved slightly, his eyes darkened slightly, and instantly returned to the same as before, Qinghe smiled: "Tomorrow is your wedding day, maybe you will drink a little wine, I will bring you pills, eat it to make you sober enough tomorrow." ”

As he spoke, he took out a porcelain vase from his sleeve and handed it to her, solemnly explaining, "I'll eat it tonight." ”

Liu Piaoyi understood the meaning of his words. He was worried that she would have a fever because of drinking, and the ghost butterfly would be troubled. She can't drink, and if she does, the butterfly won't be at peace. She will be strange, she will be mentally uncontrollable.

He knows everything.

After being stunned, Miss Liu picked up his porcelain vase with a soft smile and said, "Thank you, Mr. is very attentive." ”

His tone was earnest, his expression sincere, and every word was so natural that she believed in him.

He said gently and indifferently, "Then you should rest early, take care of your spirits, and tomorrow will be the most beautiful bride." ”

She smiled and nodded, thinking of something to thank him again, "The swing made by Mr. is very fond of it." ”

Xingruchen smiled elegantly, "It's good to like it, isn't it all fun for you girls to play on the swings." ”

Miss Liu smiled and watched him turn away before closing the door.

Returning to the table and sitting down, Liu Piaoming stared at the porcelain vase in his hand, thinking about what he had just said. She was really grateful for his kindness, she didn't even expect it, but he had already thought of it for her.

Tomorrow she will definitely drink, but she doesn't want to reappear, if this medicine can make her sober as Xingruchen said, then she won't get drunk. If she doesn't get drunk, then the butterfly won't control her.

Without giving it a second thought, she poured out the pill and ate it.

The night is silent, the moon is in the sky, and you fall asleep.

In the dim candlelight of the room, a white figure floated in. The white shadow fluttered towards the bed, stopped on the edge of the couch, and looked at her quietly. The moon-shaped jade pendant hanging from his waist shone in the faint candlelight.

He was so calm and determined, as if everything was under control.

Through the veil, Liu Piaoyi on the couch slept peacefully, without turning over, as if he had already fallen asleep.

But in bed, she was nervous about tomorrow's wedding, groggy and drunk.

In her sleep, Miss Liu felt as if someone had walked to her side, her warm hand caressed her pointed little face, her body trembled, but she didn't avoid it, only let the hand gently rub and absorb, the warmth of the palm.

When she was really in a dream, he leaned down and lightly kissed her white forehead......

After standing by the bed for a long time, the white figure left softly.

When Miss Liu got up, Chunlin leaned over the table outside the veil, confused, and it seemed that she had just arrived in her room, probably because she had gotten up too early and was not in good spirits enough.

She looked at the eyes and leaked, but it was only the fourth watch, and she woke up, she should have woken up early, and she had to wear makeup.

"Miss, are you awake?" Liu Piaoyi only drew the lotus feet into the silk shoes, and Chunlin woke up, lifted the veil, and walked in.

In the fourth watch, which should have been quiet, there was some noise.

There was already a servant outside the house asking for peace, and she wanted to come in to freshen up and explain the rules of the wedding.

Miss Liu felt that she was still in a daze, and she was really going to get married today. But she was nervous.

Looking back at the bed, her head was in a trance, it seemed like she had a dream last night, but she couldn't remember what she dreamed about for a while. But I always felt that it wasn't a dream, and someone had come in in a trance.

"Fourth young grandmother, it's okay." Chunlin opened the door, and the servant woman came in to greet her with two blessings, and she came back to her senses.

Four young grandmothers? She froze.

From this day on, the identity has changed. She is the fourth young grandmother of the Prime Minister's house.

She wasn't used to this title for a while, but she thought it sounded pretty good.