On the Yuan Festival, light the lamp for the Buddha.

The palace is also a grand scene, the lights are bright, the vermilion wall is blue tile, and the layers of buildings are stacked with obstacles. The Wenqu Yuan in the Yao Palace was singing "The Legend of the West Chamber", and when it was sung, the piano sounded.

"Isn't it a delicate bun? Isn't the skirt dragging on the ring? Isn't it a sudden wind in front of the eaves of the iron horse? Isn't it a golden hook double control, and Gidding should ring the curtain? ”。

This is Cui Yingying listening to the piano at night.

Wan Qiyun looked at the person playing the piano on the stage, wearing a jujube red gown, wearing a white fox mask, his thin lips were gently pursed, and he occasionally smiled slightly. She always felt that she had seen it somewhere, but she could never remember it. Princess Yuzhen loves to listen to the opera, and often can't help crying when she hears the emotion, but now she is a little impatient to listen to the sound of the piano, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, she doesn't need to work hard anymore, but it's not that she doesn't use work, but it's true, in the words of the imperial master, that is, "rotten wood can't be carved, and the rain really doesn't know the qin." ”。

Coincidentally, this piano sound is endless, it is a highlight, the piano sound is a metaphor, and it is Cui Yingying's heart that pours out.

Princess Yuzhen was impatient to listen, so she didn't stare at the stage, just looked around, and at a glance saw Wan Qiyun who was concentrating on listening to the piano. I saw her beckoning Wan Xueyi beside her to lean over and muttering a few words, but Wan Xueyi shook her head and whispered a few more words. But Princess Yuzhen immediately raised her eyebrows, and she looked like she was about to be angry. Wan Xueyi replied with a low brow, then walked down, walked to her sister's side, and whispered a few words.

Wan Qiyun nodded, got up and left his seat.

The huge palace, and refused to let the maid follow, Wan Qiyun only walked to the Yao Palace and then the flower forest did not leave, she stood under the peach blossom tree in a daze, listening to the faint sound of singing and moon in the field, and waited for half an hour, my sister would order the palace people to come to her, and she could also return to the palace banquet.

Now that the imperial power is supreme, she can't be provoked, can't she hide?

She listened and sang along: "Isn't it the Brahma Palace, hitting the bell at night?" Isn't it in the sparse bamboo Xiaoxiao curved threshold? Isn't it a tooth ruler and scissors? Isn't it a leaky sound and a long dripping pot of copper? Dive in and listen to the east of the corner, it turned out to be near the west of the box to tie the knot. ”。

The daughter's voice is sweet, and if anyone can hear it, they should praise a good word.

In the back flower forest, there was a real sound: "Good appearance, good timbre." ”。

first praised his appearance, apparently hiding in the dark and observing for a long time.

As soon as Wan Qiyun turned around, he saw the man in the fox-faced jujube clothes, and hurriedly retreated, "I'm disturbed, let's leave." ”。

"Do you know how to get to Qinghua Palace?" The man asked with a smile.

"I don't know." Wan Qiyun was shocked, but he still told the truth.

"I'll take you." The man walked to the front and led the way.

Wan Qiyun stayed where he was and thought about it, and finally followed. For some reason, she thought this man was the man she had seen galloping through the street this morning. I don't know why, she has a natural sense of closeness to him in her heart, and she only feels as if she has known him for a long time.

Turning the nine-song corridor, bypassing the palace gates, and finally arriving at the Qinghua Palace.

Most of the palace people feasted in the Yao Palace, and the Qinghua Palace was silent, but the man seemed to be very familiar with the Qinghua Palace, and took Wan Qiyun to the apse and came to the princess's living room. Then he said, "It's in this house, you can find it yourself." ”

Wan Qiyun replied "yes" and walked in.

The cold moon and the clear light of the Luhua Palace, Wan Qiyun flipped through it casually, but turned over to a man's clothes, and there were a few green bamboos tattooed on the sleeves, but the clothes were turquoise, and the green bamboo was water blue, which was lighter, but it was impossible to see it if he didn't look carefully. Wan Qiyun was puzzled in her heart, and hurriedly went to check the shoes, and after rummaging several times, she actually found a pair of green boots, which were like green shirts, with green bamboo embroidered on the face. It stands to reason that the princess's clothes were all sent by the Imperial Household Division's embroidery workshop, and it is impossible to send the wrong clothes and shoes, which are men's shoes.

Wan Qiyun put his clothes and shoes back in their place, took the fox fur cloak he found in his hand, and walked out of the Luhua Palace.

The moon is like water, and the man looks up at the moon, even with a fox face, he can vaguely see the handsome face from the lower half of his face. Wan Qiyun was suffocated in her heart, only to feel that the dense pain spread, as if she had forgotten something, or she had never known something.

When the palace banquet was about to start, Wan Qiyun finally sent the fox fur cloak back. Princess Yuzhen was a little surprised, you must know that this Yan Kingdom Palace was built according to the Nine Elements Gossip back then, if it was the first time to enter the palace without the guidance of the palace people, she would definitely not be able to find Qinghua Palace if she was blind. I'm afraid I've met a small palace person. Princess Yuzhen only thought that she was lucky, waved her hand indifferently, and said, "Let it go, this palace doesn't feel cold again." ”

This is very annoying. But Wan Qiyun didn't care, she went to Luhua Hall this time, but she had an unexpected gain, and she was quietly making a small calculation in her heart. At the beginning of the palace banquet, the ministers worshiped the king, and after the emperor and queen entered the table, it was the prince and the princess and the princes. The prince of Yan is fourteen years old, and he is not a grandson, but he is the son of the emperor's favorite makeup concubine. The makeup concubine is sitting on the high platform, with a smiling appearance, the pear vortex is shallow, obviously there is a child of fourteen, but she looks like a little girl of twenty-eight, such a beautiful appearance is strange and pampered.

The crown prince Murong Yuankang laughed and entered the Fengyue Hall of Yao Palace, and said from afar: "Erchen meets his father and queen mother!" ”

"Kang'er is here!" The Emperor was very happy, stroked his beard and smiled, "Sit down beside me." ”

There was originally a queen sitting next to the emperor, but I don't know what happened, the queen's throne was arranged at the back of the emperor, and there was a makeup concubine sitting on his right. The ministers were wondering, and when they saw the prince coming, they knew the intention.

The prince stepped forward, and the guards followed, and everyone saw the red official uniform.

The chief of the dragon scale guard, Zhao Ci, the companion of the current prince.

This Zhao Ci is the adopted son of Zhao Gonggong, who is close to the West Factory today, and this person recognizes the thief as his father, and he is young and vicious. The ministers are all afraid of Zhao Gou, the prince of Xichang Factory, and even more afraid of his adopted son Zhao Ci, just because this person was ten years old, there was civil strife in the palace, Zhao Gonggong caught King Ning who committed rebellion and threw it to his adopted son for execution, eighteen tortures came one after another, even the jailers were stunned, but the yellow-haired child did not change his face and his heart did not beat, and even followed the holy will to kill King Ning with a knife.

Since then, he has been in charge of executions in Xichang, and all those who can see him are Korean and Chinese criminals.

Regardless of whether you are a high-ranking official and nobleman, even Zhao Ci, a son of the Heavenly Family, King Ning, can die in a late manner, what else does he dare not do.

Those eyes are cold and cruel, and just one glance can make people fall into an ice cellar in the hot summer.

Someone gasped, even Princess Yuzhen tried not to look over there, she hated the prince, and she hated this Zhao Ci even more.

However, Wan Qiyun looked over indifferently, it was him.

At a glance, she could see that it was the man who stepped on the street early this morning, and the man who had just led her to Qinghua Palace. She guessed correctly, under the fox's face was a handsome face, but he didn't smile, and his face looked cold and ruthless.