The crowd is full of gold, and the bones are destroyed.

Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, the female official Qiu Wan pinched the palace handkerchief and stepped forward and said, "Princess, this is a good time, the Jinfu Hall has been arranged, it is better to ask the young ladies and sons to move, and it is not too late to perform in the past." Today is the princess's birthday, whether it is good or bad, it is a fun after all, and the ladies will take a look. ”

Qiu Juan is the princess's person, and every word and deed is considered from Xiyue, in order not to make the princess the target of the public, she can only wronged the Nanan girl.

Nan Mo lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice: "What the female official said is that Nan Mo came with all the young ladies, and was promoted by all the young ladies, if he didn't perform, he didn't know the etiquette." ”

Her voice was gentle, and she didn't have half a sharp speech, she thought that if she was really Nan Mo who worked hard in the city, she would really be frightened for a while, such a scene would be frightened. Luckily, she was herself.

Princess Xiyue's birthday, BMW incense car, and treasures were sent out of the palace like a dragon. The ones that have been rewarded year after year can't even be stacked in the warehouse.

The female official Qiu Juan took care of this side, and after ordering to go down, the subordinates led the ladies and sons of the women's hall and the men's hall to the Jinfu Hall together.

Jinfu Hall is a flower hall in the outer garden, the flower hall is wrapped around a shallow blue pool, winter and summer, the bottom of the pool can reflect the moon.

The pedestal is built of white marble, and the whole is a concave building countertop, and the east side is connected with a verandah to connect the courtyards.

To the north of Xianglan is the library pavilion, which stands opposite to the Jinfu Hall.

Although Xiyue is not an elegant person who is well-read, it is indeed a good choice for the tens of millions of books in the library to decorate the façade of the princess's mansion.

The sun outside is very good, the palace is deep, but in the palace, it is quiet and bright.

The beauties are full of shadows, laughter, crying, noisy, and confusing.

Wang Duo stood outside the palace, looking at a dark figure from a distance, from small to large, from far to near.

As it got closer, the golden thread in the darkness became brighter.

Wang Duo's thin voice revealed a hint of pleasure, "Prince, you are here. ”

Shang Yue's knuckles were almost imperceptibly bent slightly, but the expression on his face was one step ahead of him, revealing a little incomprehensible smile, "Father can be in the palace?" ”

Wang Duo saluted decently, but he squeezed his eyebrows and said: "If you go back to His Royal Highness the Prince, Your Majesty is having fun with the beauties in the palace." ”

Emperor Zhaoming's dormitory is this palace, and it is common to be in the palace on this day.

"The one sent by the Xin family is also in there?" Shang Yue's eyebrows narrowed, and he had a little more aggressive momentum.

"I'm the most favored nowadays." Wang Duo's yin and yang strange aura was trembling, as if he meant something, but he was definitely not aimed at the master in front of him.

"The third child is not here now, and there are people rushing to catch up for him." Shang Yue snorted coldly, shook his hand and strode into the palace.

Wang Duo watched the figure enter, and asked the guards on one side to retreat a few steps away, and then personally guarded in front of the door of the palace.

"Xiyue, how's it going?" Emperor Zhaoming was half-leaning on the couch, and the wine in the cup was poured into the throat of a Mei Ji, without half a bit of gentleness, that Mei Ji did not dare to refuse, so she had to swallow it in her throat to prevent herself from choking on the wine.

In the hall, the candlesticks were dangling, and they were not placed on the table, but were all placed on the ground.

There are no rules for the placement of candlesticks, they are everywhere, and if anyone around them has them, they must carefully lift the hem of their clothes to prevent them from scraping over and setting themselves on fire.

"Everything is settled, my father can rest assured."

Emperor Zhaoming pushed Na Mei Ji away and laughed, the muscles on the left side of his face looking a little weirdly stiff.

Lately, the left side of his face has been hurting, and he feels like he's not feeling good all over his body. When he got up in the morning, he almost didn't recognize himself in front of the bronze mirror.

"I met the queen a few days ago, and she wanted to approve the divorce of the rural princess of the Feng family."

"It's just a cat catching a mouse, and Erchen didn't want to give her a position as a crown princess, but she made her own assertion like this, which damaged Erchen's reputation. Erchen had already thought about what kind of 'surprise' to give her. ”

Shang Yue seemed to know that Emperor Zhaoming was going to mention this matter, so he didn't hide it, and said what he thought in his heart.

Emperor Zhaoming pinched the chin of another **, and sniffed down from the person's divine court almost obsessively, and his throat moved unconsciously.

"the incense."

"Yes, the minion will go."

Emperor Zhaoming saw the ** who left in a panic, his eyes flashed, and his eyes flashed through the gauze curtain with a very good sense of drape, and through a dough embroidered by the light beige warp and weft.

He paused, plucked from a graceful dancer. Emperor Zhaoming showed half of his eyes, and the turbidity in his eyes made him look extremely old.

"The first time I saw her, she was jumping off the wall like a swallow, and Bingren said that he had fallen in love with the woman, and I even dropped the teacup."

"Father, you're drunk." Shang Yue said word by word, and the playfulness in his eyes was all gone.

"I'm not drunk." Emperor Zhaoming seemed a little angry.

"You're drunk." Shang Yue took the trouble to say, this is a rare good temper of the prince.

Emperor Zhaoming's eyes suddenly revealed panic, his pupils shrank, and he could see Shang Yue's calm expression clearly, and even a little cold face.

After a long time, he sighed faintly, "Yue'er, have you seen her portrait, do you think that slave just now looks like her?" ”

At this time, even Shang Yue was in a trance, Emperor Zhaoming was very similar to him, he was a person who was keen on power, he rarely daunted the affairs of his children's affection, and the young Emperor Zhaoming would never reveal his true emotions in front of others, even if it was the closest person.

But at this moment, he called himself Yu'er instead of the prince, which proved that he wanted to seek a real answer.

Shang Yuejun's cold facial features did not change at all, his gaze looked around the entire empty hall, and finally landed on the rows of candlesticks, and lifted the corners of his mouth, "Three points." ”

Shang Yue put away the anger in his eyes, and in his memory, Concubine Xiang had a seven-point likeness.

Emperor Zhaoming suddenly felt a little admired, "Everyone in the world thinks that I am the Xiang Concubine, and the reason for the seal is that the Xiang Concubine is the fold in the grievances, but in fact, it is not, but her name has the word Xiang in it." ”

"Concubine Xiang has committed suicide."

There was a bit of mockery in Shang Yue's words, and Emperor Zhaoming noticed it, but he didn't think it was wrong.

The candlestick on the side pulled the shadow of the small number of elders, and dangled half of Emperor Zhaoming's face, looking cloudy.

"I'm old, I can't even remember the appearance of Concubine Xiang, but since you said that you have a seven-point resemblance to her, I can recall it somewhat."

"The elixir is already being refined, but it's still a bit close. The priest returned to the imperial capital in a few days and brought the last taste of medicinal herbs. Shang Yue didn't seem to want to continue the topic, so he replied.

"Priest?" Emperor Zhaoming frowned and shook his head, his body and the entire head seemed extremely incompatible, with a fat body and a thin and withered head.

"He is the successor of the national teacher." Shang Yue replied simply.

Emperor Zhaoming was happy, "The old national teacher Shenlong saw the head and the tail, but he also taught a disciple to take over his class?" ”

Shang Yue sighed, and his eyes suddenly became a little more ruthless, "Who is there?" Get out. ”

The person behind the gauze moved and came out respectfully, "The servant has smoked incense, I want to see what else Your Majesty has to order?" ”

He quickly bowed his head and approached Emperor Zhaoming, and knelt down obediently.

Thinking of the three-point similar appearance, the man somehow had a little confidence, and his soft and boneless palm covered the thighs covered by Emperor Zhaoming's wide robe.

The smile in Emperor Zhaoming's eyes was deeper, and in his eyes full of turbidity, there was unexpectedly a little more joy.

He raised his little face, curled the corners of his mouth, and gave the prince Dasheng a hint of mockery and provocation.

But the next moment, the man stopped laughing, because Shang Yue smiled and pulled his finger bones into his pharynx, lifting the whole person up, he didn't even whimper, and gradually convulsed and lost his breath.

"I forgot to mention, that seven-point portrait person is the ...... who helped her commit suicide in front of His Majesty" Shang Yue let go, bent his tail finger, and watched the string of blood beads sliding down one after another, dipping into the vermilion, bright and yellow dragon pattern carpet.

It was the sound of bones shattering, and the man's muscles collapsing, making him look like his neck was crooked, which was a little funny.

"You're still like this," Emperor Zhaoming muttered, his fat body made it a little difficult for him to stand up, but he still stood up hard, held the crumbling male singer, and sat down again. Emperor Zhaoming's big hand covered the eyelids that covered the painful and incomprehensible eyes, and closed them heavily.

Wang Duo saw that the prince hurriedly walked out, so he ordered someone to go in and collect the corpses of the Xin family.

The brocade hall is full of flowers, and a group of men and women sit on both sides.

Most of the daughters' families are afraid of the face and are restrained for a while. After a while, it will be another routine talent show every year.

At this time, all the women were a little nervous, especially the people from the men's hall also came, those sons of the family were not so restrained, their words were ridiculous, and some people kept glancing at this side, which made those boudoir women ashamed for a while, and they didn't dare to look at it again.

That is, Xiyue's birthday dares to be so indiscriminate, detaining young men and women together, and there is no respected elder to take care of it.

Dasheng's speech officials also turned a blind eye, after all, the title of the eldest princess was given by them, and no matter how ridiculous the princess is now, they will not do too much. Emperor Zhaoming is absurd, but he is obedient to this daughter, and his life is important.

Even He Xinlan didn't talk about Nan Mo anymore at the moment, after all, she couldn't escape today, so she wouldn't be aggressive. lest he marry happily one day, and meet the son of the opposite family, lest he feel that she has lost her identity and cares about vulgar people.

In spring, flowers are flourishing, and thousands of trees are blooming, but Xiyue feels that the first sight in the crowd can only see that one person.

It's not a very dazzling feeling, but it just makes people feel inexplicably noble, and it has nothing to do with him.

Even the air around it became cautious, like a steaming mist, and the gradually blurred outlines became clearer.

The man's long hair seemed to have been stained with ink, spread out behind him, and there were faint butterfly bones behind his back.

He was facing himself sideways, because his lips were too light, and he inexplicably felt cool.

Xiyue only felt that she had never seen such a man, a person who even had the charm of bones in his bones. Even Shen Yisheng could only taste some noble temperament from that lofty face.

When Jing Mohuai noticed Xiyue's attention, his chin was slightly sideways, and the pursed lip line suddenly spread, and he suddenly had a clever meaning. It was as if everything around him was a set, and he was hidden in this landscape painting.

On the side, some sons of the family were talking to him about something, and he occasionally leaned towards each other, and his words were to the point, and his words were not very sharp, which made people feel comfortable.

Although he is circling around these worlds, although his eyebrows and eyes are calm, he does not have the sleek of sophistication.

Xi Yue's heart tightened, this person's every move is too capable of pulling people's emotions.

Nao'er pressed against the back of Xiyue's neck, with a smile in her eyes, and whispered: "Princess, how is this prince of Cheng'an compared to the young marquis Shen who is 'easy to get drunk in the palm of the glass and doesn't listen to the moon and listens to the sheng'?" ”