Shi Yiguang rowed a boat to the Hanlian bush by the lake.

She stopped and picked a lotus seed that had lost its petals. Peel it off and eat it a little bit.

After eating a little, Shi Yiguang raised his head and saw that Yang Chengjun had woken up at some point, holding the lotus bud that had not been opened to himself.

Shi Yiguang took it and said with a smile: "Don't be so attentive to me. ”

"That might be the case. What if I subdue you later? It's always right to please now. Yang Chengjun said indifferently.

"That gentleman may be disappointed." Shi Yiguang said, raising his hand to pin the budding flower bone to his ear.

The gentle lake water rippled, and there were no people around, only Shi Yiguang and Yang Chengjun's boat shuttled among the bushes.

Hidden by tall leaves and branches, the ships loom in the background.

Shi Yiguang did not shy away from pinning the lotus bud to his head and fixed it with a wooden flute of the crescent moon. Then he leaned out slightly and took a picture in the mirror-like clear lake water.

"This flower is a lining." She said casually.

Hearing this, Yang Chengjun next to him withdrew his hand picking lotus seeds and turned his head to look at Shi Yiguang.

The pink flower bones pinned to her head, and her cheeks were also pink. A pair of apricot eyes looked forward to the flow, obviously those eyes were full of purity, but even the eyebrows were full of charm when they turned and looked forward to it. Indescribable grace.

Yang Chengjun has seen too many beauties, and he is still amazed.

Before he could speak, he saw Shi Yiguang shining in the lake, retracted his head, raised his hand to take off the buds on his head, and returned them to Yang Chengjun: "When I run out, I will return it to you." ”

Only then did Yang Chengjun come back to his senses, and lowered his head to look at the bud in Shi Yiguang's hand.

Such almost charming eyes could never be owned by a man.

If it is really a man, then he must have practiced charming.

Yang Chengjun is close to the man, and he understands it even more in his heart. Men need to practice from an early age. The physical characteristics are completely different from those of men and from those of women before the weak crown. After the weak crown, there will be a charming posture. The older you get, the more your demeanor is integrated into your bones. It will look smaller.

A man who practices flattery can't live to stand for a long time.

And Yangchengjun had seen Bingwen many years ago, and at that time he did not have the characteristics of practicing charming.

Therefore, a man who will not be able to practice flattery.

"Yangcheng-kun isn't either?" A delicate voice came from the top of his head: "If you don't want it, I'll throw it away." ”

Yang Chengjun still didn't take the bud, and only looked up at Shi Yiguang.

Not as curious as before, nor with the usual gentle smile. Just looked at her, and her eyes were dark.

Rowing off the shore, in this huge lake, there is no annoying Lu Yangsheng and no Xiongzhang. Eating lotus seeds and picking lotus flowers, Shi Yiguang was originally relaxed. At this time, looking at Yang Chengjun's obscure eyes, his face slowly calmed down.

But what does that have to do with him? Yang Chengjun felt that this had nothing to do with him at all.

After figuring it out, Yang Chengjun leaned back, leaned on the board at the stern of the boat, and stretched out: "If you don't want it, just throw it away." ”

Hearing this, Shi Yiguang didn't hesitate, and raised his hand to throw it away.

The budding flower bones were thrown into the water and floated on the surface.

Yang Chengjun lay on the boat and said no more. He closed his eyes and continued to rest.

Shi Yiguang didn't speak anymore, just as if Yangchengjun didn't exist, he picked up the lotus seed by himself.

After the banquet that day, Shi Yiguang went straight back to his courtyard.

After the lights were turned off in the palace, only a few candles hanging on the eaves of the palace trembled slightly in the wind.

Xiong Zhang sat in his palace, looking at the closed palace door.

After a while, the door of the palace "creaked...", and it was gently pushed open. Then a figure walked in through the crack in the door. He turned around and closed the door again, walked quickly to Xiong Zhang, knelt down to him and said, "The body is placed in the dungeon, and it has not been moved." ”

Hearing this, Xiong Zhang frowned. Then he looked at the closed palace door and was stunned.

There was silence in the great palace.

Qu Gu on the opposite side looked at Xiong Zhang without saying a word, and looked up at Yu Gongyang, who was hunched and standing behind him, suspiciously.

Yu Gongyang shook his head gently at him.

Qu Gu turned his head and lowered his head and waited for Xiong Zhang's signal.

After another moment, Xiong Zhang raised his head and looked at Qu Gu, who was sitting on the opposite desk: "How many days are our people on duty in the dungeon?" ”

"The day after tomorrow is ugly." Qu Gu calculated and replied.

Hearing this, Xiong Zhang sat up straight and said, "Now go and arrange, tomorrow when it's ugly, go and steal Dun Ziqi's body." ”

Hearing this, Qu Gu, who was sitting opposite, and Yu Gongyang, who was standing behind him, frowned in unison.

Qu Gu looked at Xiong Zhang, hesitated, and said, "Na Dunjun's body is parked in the dungeon, and the dungeon is heavily guarded. Even when one of our people is on duty, it's still dangerous. ”

Qu Gu also wanted to say that Xiong Zhang had already raised his hand and waved it, stopping Qu Gu's words: "I have made up my mind." Tomorrow when the ugly time will definitely be brought out. ”

Qu Gu looked at Xiong Zhang, who looked firm in front of him, looked at Yu Gongyang who was standing behind him again, lowered his head and sighed slightly, and then responded: "No." Then the minister went to arrange. ”

Retreated.

The "creaking" of the palace door started again and soon disappeared again.

The night was so quiet that you could hear the cooing of night herons in the treetops in the distance.

The candlelight flickered in the temple.

After Qu Gu left, Xiong Zhang sat on the table, propped up his head, and looked at the palace door in a daze.

Yu Gongyang really couldn't help it. He took half a step forward, knelt on the futon behind Xiong Zhang, and said cautiously, "Why should the prince.

The body of Na Ziqi is still in the dungeon, but the king will definitely not stop. Although I don't know the exact date, I don't think it will be long before there will be an order to bury the coffin containing the body. ”

Saying that, Yu Gongyang paused: "It's not certain whether to bury or not."

Maybe you just find a mountain and throw it away. Regardless of whether it is buried or not, anyway, it is not simple for the prince to take the body at that time? Where do you use this time to break into the dungeon?

Not to mention the strict guards in the dungeon, if the king really finds clues, it will be extremely disadvantageous to the eldest prince.

Now the queen is trying her best to win over the forces of all parties for the second prince, and she is saying something unfavorable to you in the king's ear all day long. At this time, if you are doing something against the king, and the queen is fueling the trouble, then the situation that you have managed to turn around may collapse. ”

Xiong Zhang propped his elbows on the table, listened to Yu Gongyang's words calmly, and didn't say a word.

Yu Gongyang has followed him since he was a child, he knows everything he does, and he understands his situation the most.