Not long after, Xiao Qingyu received the holy decree of returning to the palace without joy or sorrow. In the middle of the night, the moonlight is boundless, and the distant mountains and rivers cannot be seen, and there is a flute song that spreads up like a vine in the ancient temple, and it is still tired of the cold night.

On that day, Kyoto was unprecedentedly prosperous, and the legend of the Nine Emperor Princes was unparalleled in the world. But he has been kept in the temple, and no one is seen.

The portrait was introduced to the people, whether it was a high-ranking official or a common man, they were sought after.

The overcrowded streets, the mighty guard of honor, the curtain flying, the ivory tower, the agarwood crumbs, the beauty in the collapse, and the sound of piano music slowly rises.

The long-sleeved little student of the teahouse stopped his favorite humming and sang a little tune of obsessive grievances and leaned out to look out, the old man who was selling on the street stopped the heavy burden on his body and stopped to watch, the little boy with a rock sugar gourd in his hand jumped up and down with the black crowd and widened his eyes, and the children of the rich and noble family sat in the private room on the second floor talking and laughing, boiling tea and drinking water, and the fan of landscape painting pointed to the place where the crowd was lively.

Ji Xi is the second lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who is free and easy by nature and is not bound by the shackles of etiquette. In addition, the prime minister came late to get a daughter, and he was very pampered. Since the beginning of her life, her temperament has become more and more detached, and she has never talked about marriage, and even the list of gentlemen in Beijing has been waiting for her.

Walking down the private room on the second floor, Ji Xi raised his eyebrows, held a folding fan, and talked to the maid with a smile. "I've never seen a person like this in my life, so I'll have to go to the meeting in person."

The third son of the Liu family, who has a romantic name in Beijing, patted her head dotingly with a folding fan.

This little girl is doing evil, she has always been covered by them, but she can't turn the sky upside down, and what she is most afraid of is provoking people who shouldn't be messed with.

After all, they are all a group of gentlemen in Beijing, and they can't stretch their hands much.

I'm afraid it's a beauty mistake.

The wind blew the curtain, the flowers flew the eyebrows, the rain of flowers in the sky and the sound of the piano bursted, the Nine Emperors walked down the bridge step by step, the eyebrows and eyes became clearer, the same as the landscape in the painting, but better.

Separated by layers of people, Ji Xi looked into the eyes of that person, and from then on he had three thousand autumn water in his heart, and he could never forget it.

The sun was shining brightly that day.

couldn't help but smile with a shallow smile on his lips, with the flowers flying in the sky and rain as the medium, with the lingering and sympathetic music as the hiring, with the flat-headed people in the streets and alleys, and the rich and noble families with high-rise red pillars as evidence, Ji Xi, married.

In her heart, she married the young man who lived in the imperial city, with beautiful eyebrows and clever smiles, the one who was as good-looking as a woman, and indeed far better than ordinary men and women, the beauty that was unique in the world was her lover.

Lock the love into the box, attached to the slow song, at that moment, over the years, all the beauties have been paid.

From that day on, Ji Xi suffered from lovesickness.

The Prime Minister returned home, looked at his daughter who was dying on the bed, and said very respectfully. "The good daughter is a teenager from a family that she has a crush on, tell Ah Dad, if you really can't pick it up, Ah Dad will grab it for you."

When she said this, the Prime Minister didn't know that her daughter was the son of the king. At that time, he just patted his daughter's shoulder arrogantly and said, my son, the men in the world are your choice.

Ji Xi's eyes lit up, and he was well in one day. "The person I love lives in the palace wall and is sick, let's contribute the century-old ginseng in the house!"

Ji Xi has two major characteristics in his life, one is greedy for money and the other is lustful, saying that the sky was clear that day, and the person had a pair of eyes, Ji Xi only had one hobby left, lustful. Her father told her since she was a child, if you can't pick up the beauty, you need to rob it, the beauty is already so beautiful, and it is rumored in the streets and alleys: the bright color is heavy in the world, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

Ji Xi looked at himself in the mirror with a smile on his eyebrows, his eyebrows were heroic, and he couldn't help but sigh, if he said that he was beautiful, he knew that he was not as good as others. This sultry is not only about technology, but also about skin. I'm afraid that I still lack something, so I'll grab the general line. After thinking about it, I thought about it very deeply and put it into action.

Three months later.

"The emperor is not good, the second lady of the Ji family is ready to kidnap the Nine Emperor Princes into the palace."

Hearing this report, the emperor insisted that the chess pieces were playing with the prime minister, and the next second he frowned, said three times in a row, looked at the prime minister with burning eyes, and sent him home to take care of his daughter.

The Prime Minister hurriedly knelt down, pleaded guilty again and again, and then said goodbye with a lunge.

"Miss, Miss, the Prime Minister is back, hurry up and hide."

Hearing the news in the yard, Ji Xi hurriedly climbed to the tree, and finally, after the angry Prime Minister came back, he directly cut down the tree and hung Ji Xi to beat.

"My son, you have suffered." When the prime minister's wife heard the news, she saw that her injured daughter was crying profusely, and her eyes silently condemned the prime minister.

What can be wrong with my son, it's all his father who is wrong.

The prime minister's hand holding the whip paused slightly, and then withdrew his hand.

Could it be that he is wrong to be a father again?

"If you don't pursue life, what's the difference between it and salted fish." Ji Xi was lying on the hospital bed, her face was pale, her eyes were vacant, she loved her until death, and deeply believed that one day, the Nine Emperor Princes would fall in love with her.

So after a burst of chickens and dogs jumping at home, Ji Xi raised half a month of injury in the house and went to the palace to visit the beauty.

I don't see it for a day, like every other autumn.