Ji Qingge supported the branch of the ancient tree with his right hand and stood up straight. She looked curiously in the direction of General Pang's grave, but was surprised to find two men and two women standing in front of the tombstone.

A trace of doubt flashed under her eyes, and she gently poked Di Jinxuan's chin with the tip of her right index finger, and asked in a low voice, "There is someone standing in front of General Pang's tombstone, can you tell who it is?" ”

Ji Qingge guessed that even if Prince Yan would pretend to be filial in front of the emperor and Concubine Pang again, he should not leave Yan Xiyun, who was pregnant, right?

"It was my father who took Concubine Pang to worship General Pang." Di Jinxuan's deep eyes slightly revealed a touch of loneliness. He leaned against the branches of the old tree and stood up straight. road

"Let's go."

Then he stretched out his hand and hugged Ji Qingge tightly, jumped down from the ancient tree, and landed behind the strange stone where the man in black stood before.

Di Jinxuan stood on the edge of the strange stone and placed Ji Qingge in the open space beside him. Stretched out his hand and brushed the hem of the Chinese clothes, and said jokingly, "The other two are General Sikong and his wife." ”

"Understood."

General Sikong's wife, Pang Xueqin, is General Pang's biological daughter.

Di Jinxuan grabbed her and walked in the direction where the Dongling Inn was located. said, "I'll stay at the Dongling Inn tonight, and I won't go back to the palace." ”

"Okay."

Nodding slightly, Ji Qingge responded happily.

"Stayed in the room on the second floor of the inn. The little aunt's room is also on the second floor. Di Jinxuan's thin lips provoked a smile that seemed to be nothing, and said.

"I'm not picky about which floor of the inn to live in." Ji Qingge turned his face slightly, smiled playfully at Di Jinxuan, and asked cautiously

"General Sikong's age should be about the same age as my father, General Ji, right? Since General Sikong is the son of the horse master, why is he not a hussar general? ”

"The hussar general at that time was the prince of Qiuyi."

Di Jinxuan smiled and said in a low voice.

A man who has been a hussar general of the Xiyue Dynasty is either a member of the royal family. Either like General Yunkang, he was named a prince with a different surname.

And like Ji Mochen, there are very few who have only been a hussar general, but have not been named a prince.

However, Ji Mochen and the emperor have become sons and daughters, and in a sense, the honor is higher than that of being named a prince with a different surname.

Ji Qingge and Di Jinxuan chatted happily all the way, and walked outside for more than half an hour before entering the ancient Dongling Inn.

Dongling Inn, known as the "Royal Inn", has an innate nobility and simplicity. As soon as you step into the elegant lobby of the inn, you will be attracted by its quaint environment.

When the shopkeeper of the inn saw that it was Xiao Wang Ye who was leading a woman to come, he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed down to salute and say goodbye. Then he took out a gleaming key from his sleeve and opened the drawer on the counter.

The shopkeeper in a robe respectfully handed the key to Prince Xiao. With a smile on his face, he respectfully presented the key to his room.

"The guest room where Prince Xiao stayed was carefully cleaned by the errand shop......

The shopkeeper of the Dongling Inn said with his hands down.

A trace of doubt flashed in Di Jinxuan's deep eyes, and he glanced at the shopkeeper. He asked in a deep voice, "The room on the far right on the second floor, is it still empty?" ”

"Lord Yan......"

The shopkeeper's face was stunned, and his head hung lower.

The room on the far right on the second floor is the private room belonging to Lord Yan. The shopkeeper may not quite understand why Prince Xiao does not live in a good room on the third floor, but he wants to ask Prince Yan about the guest room.

"Change the key."

A trace of impatience flashed in Di Jinxuan's eyes, and he threw the key handed to him by the shopkeeper on the counter. His voice was not loud, but it was full of irresistible royal majesty.

Seeing the shopkeeper's face pale with fright, he trembled his hands and took out the drawer key again. Only this time, the shopkeeper's hands trembled violently, and he shook the key to the ground, and he failed to open the drawer.

A hint of gloom flashed in Di Jinxuan's ice eyes, and the corners of his lips outlined a cold arc. asked the shopkeeper in a deep voice

"Still not handing it over?"

"Yes, yes......"

The shopkeeper trembled and took the key, opened the drawer, and handed the key to the rightmost room on the second floor to Di Jinxuan with both hands.

Taking the key, Di Jinxuan took Ji Qingge's slender waist and walked to the entrance of the building. Ji Qingge glanced back at the shopkeeper who had just taken the key, only to see the other party standing in place, his legs shaking like chaff.

Ji Qingge followed Di Jinxuan to the rightmost guest room on the second floor. Standing in the doorway, she heard a melodious sound of the piano coming from the next room.

So he stretched out his hand and pointed to the door of the next room, and asked Di Jinxuan softly, "Who is playing the qin inside?" What a beautiful piano sound. ”

A trace of jealousy and unwillingness flashed in Di Jinxuan's eyes, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does it sound good?" ”

But all the members of the royal family know that the guest room of Prince Yan in the Dongling Inn is closely adjacent to Sikong You's room.

At this time, the man who stroked the qin was, of course, Major General Sikong.

Ji Qingge, as his princess Xiao, actually praised other men's beautiful piano sounds in front of him. This made Di Jinxuan's heart swell with a nameless anger for no reason.

But despite this, he still suppressed his anger in a moment's time. After reaching out and opening the door of the guest room, he dragged Ji Qingge into the luxurious inner room.

The cold wind blew through the open windows into the fragrant inner room. The light pink veil on the agarwood carved bed i flutters in the wind, which is unique.

Ji Qingge sniffed the fragrant smell in the room, and frowned slightly. Her piercing gaze locked on the incense burner on the wooden table in the corner, and wisps of white smoke rose from the quaint incense burner, filling the entire luxurious inner room.

Ji Qingge, who was quite sensitive to taste, couldn't help but remind Di Jinxuan softly

"Husband, let's go."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for Di Jinxuan to hear clearly. The sound of the piano in the next room still echoed in her ears, as if the gentleman who played the piano was unaware of the presence of guests in the next room.

Di Jinxuan didn't ask much, he left King Yan's bedroom with her in his arms and walked towards the corridor.

Although there are many guest rooms in Dongling Inn, you can't hear the slightest noise.

Ji Qingge was carried up the stairs by Di Jinxuan and walked all the way to his third-floor guest room. After entering the room, he asked her in a deep voice, "Ai Concubine, in the room of Lord Yan, but the spices are wrong?" ”

"Yes."

She bowed her head slightly, and said frankly, "The fragrance in that room just now contains Xiu Qizi spices. ”

Xiu Qizi is the spice introduced to the imperial city from Xiliang Prefecture, and it is said to be a tribute to the royal family of Xiliang in the past. That spice is hard to come by, so it's hard to come by.

Since King Yan's mother loves Xunxiu Qizi more, even if it is rare, the emperor will fulfill her wishes.

Ji Qingge smiled shallowly, and said in Di Jinxuan's ear, "Someone must have not wanted the child in Yan Xiyun's belly to live, so he burned the fragrant Xiu Qizi that contained slippery pills in advance. ”

"Hmm."

Di Jinxuan nodded knowingly.

Although he knew the truth, he and Ji Qingge were silent and waited for the changes.