"Your Majesty is angry." The emperor's guards bowed their heads in return.

The emperor looked at him, "You are particularly concerned about the Sui'an Hou Mansion. ”

"Serve Your Majesty." The man in black bowed his hand and was respectful.

The emperor threw a fold and smashed it on the guard: "Tell Yin Jie, don't think that I don't know what he's thinking, no matter what idea he is making, give me up as soon as possible, and honestly do what he is going to do." ”

"Yes." The man in black fell to his knees in panic and hurried out of the palace.

He held the token and passed without hindrance.

Walking through the secret passage outside the palace, he secretly came to a private house, "Commander, Your Majesty is urging that matter." ”

The man sitting in the room put on a good topaz wrench in his hand and covered his face, it was the Yin commander of the day.

He hummed and turned his jade wrench.

"What, the eldest princess is in love with the prince of Cao Hou, isn't Your Majesty happy?"

The guard shook his head: "I don't know. ”

Commander Yin smiled: "Our Majesty's mind is really unpredictable, I said that the king of the county seems to be interested in His Royal Highness, and His Majesty is displeased, saying that Cao Hou is interested in His Highness, and His Majesty is not happy, so what does Your Majesty want to hear?" ”

The guards lowered their heads, and Commander Yin leaned in and stared at him with squinted eyes: "You say, what does Your Majesty want to hear?" ”

"I want to hear your good news." The guard said.

Commander Yin smiled, "I think so too." ”

The guard pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Alright, it's time for me to go." Commander Yin commanded, while receiving the wrench in his arms, he strode out of the secret room.

The afternoon sun was dazzling, shining on the half-cut right arm of Commander Yin.

His arm was not actually ugly, on the contrary, the skin was whiter, and the muscles were beautiful, but a whip mark had not yet healed, and it looked hideous and terrifying.

Commander Yin strode across the courtyard, picked up the flat pole standing aside, picked up the basket and walked out.

There are not many pedestrians on the street, because the afternoon sun is the fullest, but there are a few idlers who stand under the trees to enjoy the shade and talk nonsense.

Commander Yin put down the basket and stood under the tree shouting.

Behind the tree was a grocery store, where occasional people came and went, and Yin led the afterglow to continue selling his goods.

Suddenly, the shop closed the stall, and the boss hurriedly ran out to install the door panel, saying that there was an urgent matter at home, and asked the child to hand over the phone to the schoolchildren in the pharmacy next door, and trouble him to grab a pair of pressure pills and send them to the home.

Commander Yin lowered the brim of his hat and leaned against the trunk of the tree to pretend to sleep.

"The grocery store owner, the drugstore schoolboy, it's good." He muttered, picked up his shoulder and got up to follow.

The grocery store owner walked around the alley and even rubbed shoulders with Commander Yin.

But Commander Yin pretended to be an old farmer and lowered his head, not attracting attention.

The boss finally put his mind at ease, walked around to a house, gently pushed open the courtyard door and slipped in.

Commander Yin looked up and sneered.

"Finally let me find it, Mozi Guild."

……

Palace.

Changning returned to Weiyang Palace and called a hot soup bath, she needed to brush her thoughts.

In her impression, the eldest princess in her previous life had great expectations for her marriage with Cao, and although the eldest princess was also very satisfied with this marriage, her movements were not as fast as she thought.

According to her understanding, in her previous life, the eldest princess did not hesitate to drug her to cheat the marriage, but in this life, when she obviously expressed her willingness to marry Cao, she was struggling to do so.

Could it be that even the eldest princess is afraid?

Father.

The crux of the problem is still with my father.

What the hell does my father think, this life seems to be more and more different from the previous life.

Changning immersed himself in the bath tub, and the petals sprinkled in the hot water steamed up with a curling fragrance, as if he couldn't grasp the unclear trajectory of fate, making the room full of confusion and illusion.

She waved away the palace maid she served, picked up a handful of water and wiped her face, and let out a long sigh.

The steaming heat wave was blown by her, like a meager cloud of morning light, just soaked in a warm breath.

Changning reached out and grabbed a handful, and the heat spread out.

"The avenue is ethereal," she said with a smile, feeling like a god.

But the sudden thought reminded her.

Since she can be reborn, there is indeed a great avenue in the world, and the art of stargazing has its own basis for existence, and she may be able to find some clues from it.

Changning got up from the water with a bang.

"Swing, stargazing platform."

When the Prison Supervisor of Qintian saw her, it was like seeing a plague god at this moment, and he shuddered and contributed all the books, and left her the best stargazing position.

Changning swept the table, the scroll was spread out, the ink was not dry, and the hot tea was still warm.

"What are you writing about?"

The supervisor smiled dryly: "Minister...... Where will the minister write, these are the ...... It is all annotated by the sages, and the minister just copied a copy, Your Highness don't blame, don't blame. ”

"Sages?" Changning raised his eyebrows.

Why should the sages be in a hurry to transcribe now?

She scanned the bookcase, and sure enough, there were two identical scrolls on it, which looked like they were indeed being copied, but the ink on the scroll as a sample was fresh and thick, apparently written in recent days.

She pursed her lips, unable to tell what it was like.

No wonder she felt that the handwriting was somewhat familiar, it turned out to be a note made by Mu Qingyan.

The supervisor beckoned the little official to go down and serve tea, and said in a low voice, "Is Your Highness here to find the king of the county?" The king of the county is gone. ”

"He's been here?" Changning raised his eyebrows.

Jian Zheng nodded: "The king of the county came this morning and seemed to be waiting for you, but I heard that you left the palace to eat in the Sui'an Hou Mansion and left, only leaving these books for you to read in order, and I think you can also learn three skills." ”

Changning put his hand on the stack of books and looked out of the corridor.

The stargazing platform is quiet and beautiful under the constraints of the window, and the light starlight is sprinkled on it, as if you can see the man's lonely back.

His figure walked far and wide, landing on the moonlight, returning to the immaculate depths, as calm and silent as when he came.

Changning's footsteps moved lightly and walked to the bottom of the corridor.

Mu Qingyan didn't embarrass her.

Meet.

She still has to bother to explain, to promise, to repay his fulfillment, his help.

It's better not to see.

Changning looked up at the night sky, his pupils reflected the moonlight, and he was stunned for a while.

"Your Highness, it's cold at night, and your hair is still wet." Yinqiao stepped forward to put a cloak on her.

Changning turned his head, his eyebrows furrowed at some point.

Her heart was empty.

Changning was sure that she had never felt this way before.

I want to grasp, I want to analyze, I want to explain the cause and effect, but it is all in vain.

"Your Highness?"

Changning returned to his senses: "Go back to the palace." ”

She walked to the door and turned her head slightly: "Take these books with you, this is left by the master of this palace." ”

"Yes." Yin Qiao bowed his head and ordered someone to sort out the scrolls and send them to Weiyang Palace.

The prison was full of regret and reluctantly left with the scroll.

Since then, neither Changning nor Mu Qingyan has ever been to the stargazing platform again, like a forgotten place, or a forgotten person by the place.

In two days, peace talks began.

Changning changed into a military uniform, this time it was a four-grade military general's official uniform specially made for her, the crimson lining made her skin more and more fair, and the high bun was covered by the dragon and phoenix golden silk exquisite crown that showed the royal identity, and her figure was petite but very handsome, and she strode into the hall.

But it was bright red.

The two geese were tied with red cloth around their necks and were tied together, whimpering and wailing.