"Liu Pinwei, the secretary of the Ministry of Slaves, has seen the queen mother." Liu Pinwei hurried in front of the float, bowing his head and arching his hand.

"Lord Liu doesn't have to be polite."

Immediately, Liu Pinwei bowed down and asked carefully: "The queen mother has been tired all the way, she must have been tired, and the palace has already been arranged, and the emperor specially asked Weichen to come to greet the mother and the phoenix." ”

"Trouble Lord Liu to go to the palace to return to the emperor, just say that the palace has traveled a long distance in the past few days, and his body is tired, and he will definitely be abrupt and angry when he enters the palace immediately. Today, the main palace will first stay in this post house. ”

"This ......" Liu Pinwei was there, in a dilemma.

Just now, he saw that the guard who had passed the message had gone for a long time and did not reply, for fear that he would offend the queen for negligence, so he hurriedly came with a few ministers to find out. In an instant, a cold sweat quietly climbed up the corner of his forehead, Liu Pinwei raised his sleeves and wiped it lightly, and secretly said in his heart, it is rumored that this queen mother has the appearance of a fairy, but there is no one in her eyes. Now that he has understood the character of no one in his eyes, as for whether he is a fairy, he really has no mind to verify it at the moment.

He lamented again and again in his heart, neither the emperor nor the queen was the master he could blame. The former directly controls his neck, while the latter has a noble status, if it is not handled properly, I am afraid that in the future, it will not be peaceful.

Shui Ningyan saw that Liu Pinwei didn't answer for a long time, so he raised his hand to lift the corner of the curtain curtain of the car, and his white and slender fingers looked even more white as jade against the background of the orange and yellow curtain. Wearing a complex and gorgeous phoenix crown, more than a dozen strings of jade round beads hung down, covering her face. Looking at Liu Pinwei's embarrassed expression through the gap in the bead string, he chuckled: "This palace wants to make an appointment with the emperor for three chapters, and if you take this poem and let him see it, he won't be too embarrassed with you." ”

Chapter 3 of the Covenant?

Everyone present was stunned, their eyes widened in disbelief. Lime was secretly anxious in her heart, did Miss overdo it? Throughout the ages, she is probably the first queen to make a three-chapter agreement with the emperor!

Liu Pinwei took the silk scarf in which Shui Ningyan wrote poems, and was stunned for a moment, could it be that the emperor would not be embarrassed for him just by virtue of a poem? He was about to speak, but the curtain had been lowered, and her voice was as warm as a pearl from inside, "This matter is up to Lord Lao Liu." ”

One sentence blocked Liu Pinwei's back road to shirk again. Liu Pinwei wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and now he could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, so he politely responded, "It is the duty of the lower officials to serve the queen." ”

Liu Pinwei instructed several ministers to take a huge team to the Dongcheng Post House, leaving him alone on the spot for a long time. After a long time, he stomped his foot as if he had made up his mind, clutched the silk scarf, shook his head and sighed and went to the palace. If Duan Fusu didn't surrender this time, he really had to prepare more incense and candle ingots to thank the ancestors of the Liu family for their protection.

In the Imperial Garden.

Duan Fusu stood in the Zhaoyu Pavilion with his hands in his hands, the sunlight penetrated through the layers of flowers, lingering on his handsome face with hard lines and sharp edges, only mottled light and shadow.

His lips were pursed, and his eyes looked at the distant lake of Forget Worries, with clear water and clear waves, and pieces of green lotus leaves lined with graceful blooming green lotus, swaying with the wind, and the lake was filled with a light veil of mist.

The scorching lotus, like a girl's delicate face, flashy but not demonic. Duan Fusu's eyes darkened. The scene of meeting with Shui Ningyan that day comes to mind.

Shui Ningyan's sneering smile seemed to be engraved in his mind, and it lingered for a long time. She said, Duan Fusu, you'd better keep your promise, if I marry you and can't get Fu Xiqin, I will definitely destroy the Xichi Kingdom, and then you will be the sinner of the Xichi Kingdom through the ages!

Although he knew that there was only one Duan Fusu in that woman's heart, he was like a demonic barrier, and he just couldn't let go of Shui Ningyan.

That woman is like a delicate poppy, which makes people unconsciously addicted, sinking, and unable to extricate themselves.

Wuzi was so immersed in his thoughts that the sound of footsteps sounded behind him, and Duan Fusu didn't notice it.

"It's not the morning court today, but you are hiding here?" There was a burst of ridicule, such a tone, such a casual conversation with the Son of Heaven, who else would it be besides Yan Lengxue.

"Look at this." Duan Fusu took out a silk scarf from his sleeve and handed it to Yan Lengxue.

Yan Lengxue unfolded it and saw that it was a few lines of beautiful small letters written by a woman, so she casually read:

The double phase takes advantage of the slanting sun, and the sage of Beique is too Kang. Looking up to the unkindness of the sky, the society is in danger.

From the beginning is the sound of broken intestines, who can tell the truth from the false. Not only sighs for Junkong, but also swallows the mud.

Jiaolong haunts all season, and Chaling is a good long street. Light wealth and heavy righteousness, the true son, dare not be with it.

The centripetal is the same as life and death, and people have ascended to the real bamboo and turned into a dragon. The fat is evenly fleshed and the spring ridge is good, and the clouds are returned to the Han Dynasty.

After reading it, Yan Lengxue couldn't help but hook the corners of her lips, and said with a smile: "The fourth word in each line is connected, that is, 'A hypocrite who takes advantage of people's danger, is not a really good man without morality.'" 'Look, the handwriting must have been written by a woman, but what woman wrote such a tricky Tibetan poem?' ”

The corners of Duan Fusu's mouth twitched, his eyes changed a few times, and he didn't speak.

Yan Lengxue handed the silk scarf back to Duan Fusu, closed a black jade folding fan in her hand, patted it lightly in her palm, and then said with a smile: "The queen mother is very smart, it is really not simple, and this palace will really be lively in the future." ”

Duan Fusu suddenly felt embarrassed, coughed dryly twice, and then said in a deep voice: "Now I am discussing with you how to deal with it, and it is not a matter of gossip, so it is worth mentioning it when you bring it up and talk about it."

When Yan Lengxue heard this, she pursed her lips, forced back a smile, and said, "It's been three days, and it's not suitable for the queen to live in the post house." Our Xichi country is also a big state of etiquette, if you don't know, it is inevitable that you will say that we neglected the queen and let others tell the truth in vain. ”

Duan Fusu nodded, and said with a calm face: "I have already sent Liu Pinwei, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, to pick up people at the post house." ”

As he was talking, he saw a middle-aged man in an official robe hurrying towards this side in the distance. Duan Fusu and Yan Lengxue followed the prestige, it was Liu Pinwei, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites.

Obviously, Liu Pinwei was frustrated this time and returned, Duan Fusu looked at the comer, and his face was a little gloomy.

It's about to begin! Yan Lengxue couldn't help but laugh happily, faintly looking forward to it.

Liu Pinwei knelt on the ground, lowered his head tightly, his voice trembled, and said, "The queen asked Weichen to reply...... Say ......"

Duan Fusu raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Report truthfully." ”

Liu Pinwei was shocked, but after two or three days, the news that the queen was going to make an agreement with the emperor for three chapters had already caused an uproar in the palace. Throughout the ages, how could a queen want to make a three-chapter agreement with the emperor? Past experience tells him that when the emperor is in a bad mood, the farther away the better, but this matter is related to the peace plan of the two countries, and if he doesn't talk about it, the consequences can be imagined.

"The queen said that Xichi is a state of etiquette, and if the emperor does not personally go out of the palace to greet him, it will inevitably make people doubt the sincerity of the emperor marrying him, and if the truth of the person who has done good things will not be good." Liu Pinwei's voice became lower and lower, so low that it was almost inaudible, like a mosquito and a fly. But it was still clear that every word fell into Duan Fusu's ears.

Yan Lengxue was slightly stunned, her eyes were misty. Such a smart woman who knows how to advance and retreat, I am naturally afraid that even the sky is so jealous that she can't tolerate her. Thinking about it, Yan Lengxue unconsciously smiled slightly.

Duan Fusu laughed after hearing this, but the smile only stopped at his lips, "This is natural, the queen is the peace messenger of Dongli and Xichi, even if she marries me, she is also the guest of honor of my country, and there is no reason to be lazy!" After that, he paused, and then said, "You go and prepare immediately, and I will personally take the queen back to the palace." ”

Liu Pinwei was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't believe that this gloomy and dark-bellied Duan Fusu had become so easy to speak? His expression was slightly puzzled, and he immediately bowed his head and hurriedly retreated with a worried face.

Yan Lengxue pursed her lips and smiled, with a hint of interest at the corner of her mouth, but she smiled but did not speak.

Duan Fusu looked at Liu Pinwei's back in a hurry, his eyes deepened, like an unfathomable ancient well, without any waves, only floating in the undercurrent.

Now that woman is dissatisfied with him, what is he going to do to make that woman truly accept him?

Lime lifted the thin blue curtain and came in, and saw Shui Ningyan with his back to him, sitting in front of the dressing table, his figure was slender, his black hair was like a cloud, and he hung down to his waist. With just such a back, there is infinite reverie contained in it.

"Miss, the warm water has been prepared, and the fragrant rose petals have been soaked for a full hour." Lime came back to her senses and walked closer to speak.

This morning, the Ministry of Rites of Xichi Kingdom came to pick up the young lady into the palace, but he didn't want to be refused, so he asked the Ministry of Rites to tell Duan Fusu to pick her up in person. Now that he has to bathe again in the morning, if Duan Fusu comes to pick up the young lady in person, wouldn't he let the holy driver wait?

Lime was slightly moved, leaned down, and said in a close voice: "Miss, if you take a bath later, if the emperor comes in person, won't you have to let the saint wait?" ”

Shui Ningyan brushed away the fine hair in front of his forehead, his heart was tight, and he turned back slowly, but said, "When you arrive, just report the truth and say that I am bathing." ”

Lime still wants to talk more, the water condensation smoke has turned his face, and the jade face in the mirror is facing the sky, clean and bright.

Lime sneered, but listened to the water condensation and said quietly: "Remember to put a few more boxes of rose sesame oil in the bathroom." ”

Lime retreated, and the woman in the mirror smiled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth. Duan Fusu gave you a little precept today, just to make my heart feel more comfortable.

It was almost time, and Shui Ningyan got up and dragged his skirt to the bath.

Before noon, the scorching sun was so hot that it seemed to scorch people. When Duan Fusu changed into civilian clothes and arrived at the post house, he was only sweating profusely, and he was already suppressing the anger in his heart, but now that he encountered this weather, the whole person seemed to be about to be set on fire, and the minions accompanying him were all worried, acting cautiously, for fear of touching their brows.