In the emperor's chariot, Yun Huang hung his face, leaned on Shen Ji's side, didn't say a word, clenched his teeth tightly, and almost wanted to sink down, but he never refused to shed a single tear.

Su Qingluo took a teapot and looked at the two of them lightly. One is dressed in white, and the elegance is peerless; Another...... Although he is unkempt and ragged at the moment, between his eyebrows, he is clear and moving that cannot be concealed. He suddenly remembered why he had found Shen Ji's traces in the first place.

The area around Lianyun Peak is the junction of the three kingdoms, the mountains are continuous, there are hundreds of large and small mountains, there are only a few mountains with names and surnames, and eight or nine out of ten are nameless barren mountains, and no one cares about them.

Qiluo Mountain, originally only an inconspicuous corner of this nameless barren mountain, except for the woodcutters in the past, probably no one has set foot in it. And this news came from this nameless woodcutter.

Regarding this paragraph, he still remembers one or two paragraphs of the storyteller's statement.

"There are mountain people in the world, cutting woods for a living, one day up the mountain, occasionally into the realm of no one, the mountains and rocks are strangely beautiful, Zhong Ling is handsome, lingering and not returning. There are laughter in the forest, follow the sound, see a bamboo house, two people in front of the house, talk and laugh, all dressed in white, not like mortal dust, think fairy. When the fog rises in the mountains, the invisible objects are dissipated, and the foreground changes in the foreground. The husband sues the neighbor, but the neighbor does not believe. The next day, I went back to my neighbors, and for half a day, I didn't get anything. Lin Xiao: Why is there an immortal in the nameless mountain? Nameless shaft, how can there be a fairy fate? The voice fell, and suddenly a woman responded: How can it be said that there is no name, and the mountain is a prayer; Who am I? The two were shocked, raised their eyes and saw a woman in white falling down, coming by the wind, white jade on her forehead, clear eyebrows, beautiful like a heavenly person, the two were demented for a moment, the woman was without a trace in an instant, and then she was lost.

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Not to mention how little the storyteller rendered.

When it reached Su Qingluo's ears, only the three words "Qiluo Mountain" caused Su Qingluo to frown slightly, and it was these three words that made Su Qingluo conclude that Shen Ji, who had been missing for many years, was hiding in this mountain.

The night is getting thicker, like a piece of ink that can't be dissolved, and the wheels are "rolling", as quiet as when they came.

Su Qingluo took Yun Huang back to the other palace, instructed the palace maid to help her scrub her body carefully, and then invited the imperial doctor to come, and after giving her medicine, let her rest well.

After Yunhuang fell asleep, the two left the palace, and Shen Ji asked Su Qingluo: "Borrowing Yunhuang's hand to subdue King Ming, does His Highness have the intention or not?" ”

Su Qingluo smiled faintly: "How about having a heart?" How unintentionally? My husband doesn't want to get involved in state affairs, so why should he ask me why? ”

Shen Ji was silent for a moment, and said bitterly: "I will answer you whatever you want me to do, but I beg Your Highness, let the apprentice go, she is innocent and should not be involved." ”

Under the moonlight, Su Qingluo's face was pale, and he said sadly: "Mr. has no intention, why bother to force it?" She is innocent, what about the people? Under the nest, how many eggs are gone? ”

"What can I do so that Your Highness can spare her?"

"It turns out that the world is no better than a little woman in the eyes of Mr.?" Su Qingluo asked rhetorically, her tone was bleak, "What should Luo do to make Mr. come back to his heart?" ”

There was silence for a while, the moonlight stretched the shadows of the two very long, Su Qingluo said: "The southern border is in turmoil, Dongyan is guilty again, internal and external troubles, the people are in the midst of fire and water, and Mr. An can live in the world for thirteen years?!" Dongyan Yicheng to Yinxia Yucheng, passing through more than ten counties, what did Mr. see? What are the people? Mr. is not heartbroken, but Luo is worried and sleepless every night! He asked, "How is Luodang?" Is the gentleman willing to really respond? "With tears in his eyes, he was sincere.

Shen Ji was moved, but he didn't speak.

Su Qingluo no longer persuaded him, he said: "Five days later, on my father's birthday, I will invite hundreds of officials, Mr. will come too, Mr. and Father, there must be a lot to say." With that, he turned and left.

Su Qingluo's words were sincere, Shen Ji was already moved, plus he saved Yun Huang and took good care of him for several days, Shen Ji's position was a little shaken.

That day, Su Qingluo came to visit Yunhuang, Su Qingqian suddenly arrived, looking hurried, saying that there was something important to discuss, Su Qingluo hurriedly went out, and the two stood in the courtyard and discussed for a long time.

Roughly speaking, this morning the Marquis of Wei led his troops to capture Jinzhou, and now his army has reached more than 10,000 people, and five cities have been captured. None of the troops sent to suppress it survived, and they must be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise there will be endless troubles...... However, the two couldn't discuss a good countermeasure after discussing for a long time, Su Qingqian was a little excited, so his voice was a little loud, and Shen Ji listened to it in the back room. Seeing that the two of them had not reached a conclusion for a long time, they walked out of the door and said, "It is better to attack the city than to attack the heart." The two of them were surprised, and he said, "Since the Marquis of Wei and the other two princes are plotting rebellion, then he wants to be the king, and the other two have no such thoughts, so why not make a fuss about it." ”

Su Qingluo is a smart person, he understands it thoroughly, and even, he understands it more deeply, the local forces are limited, the vast majority of the rebels are ordinary people, to put it bluntly, it is a group of rabble, it is easy to mix in, take the opportunity to kill one person and frame the other, disturb the morale of the army, the three forces will disperse without attacking, and even if someone takes the lead, they may attack each other. In this way, he sent people to quell the chaos, echoing both inside and outside, and it would be easy to quell the chaos.

Immediately ordered to go down, mobilized the surrounding forces, and sent several elites to blend into the rebel ranks in disguise.

Now that Shen Ji has relented this time, Su Qingluo thinks that it is not difficult to make him surrender, and he only needs one opportunity, the birthday banquet of the Son of Heaven.

As long as Shen Ji and Su Yan are allowed to meet, the reunion of the old people will inevitably make Shen Ji completely let go of his defense, and Su Yan will definitely be able to convince Shen Ji.

Besides, Su Jian, for this so-called cousin, Su Qingluo doesn't care, but he is just a gentleman, and it is not a pity to die, so he only asked the treasury to allocate some silver taels and buy some things according to etiquette to comfort him, and forget it.

Although King Ming was unhappy in his heart, he couldn't say anything on his face. After all, his son died too undignified. Externally, he only dares to call it a sudden serious illness. Secretly, she cursed him many times.

But Su Jian's death was very untimely, because the birthday of the Son of Heaven was imminent, and after the princes of Su Jian, they should stop mourning for seven days, but this mourning period met the birthday of the Son of Heaven, which was disrespectful to the Son of Heaven. So I had to hastily put it into the soil before my birthday.

and Chengye, Su Qingluo was reluctant to respond positively, and he was also waiting for an opportunity, the birthday banquet of the Son of Heaven.

It seems that everything has to do with the birthday party. This year, Su Yan is fifty or half a hundred years old, and the birthday banquet is naturally a first-class event, but this summer of Yin Lishuo and the twentieth year seems to be an eventful autumn, and this birthday banquet must be very lively.

On the other hand, Yun Huang was infected with the wind and cold, and was whipped again, and he was scarred, and he lay in bed for two days, and his body became thinner and thinner. Since she came back from the Ming Palace, her personality has changed greatly, and she doesn't want to talk to anyone. Shen Ji saw it in his heart, he was very uncomfortable, but he couldn't make her happy even if he tried his best.

When Su Qingluo came on this day, Yun Huang was sitting at the door, wearing pale yellow clothes, hugging his knees, and looking into the distance with a pair of eyes.

Su Qingluo asked, "What are you looking at?" ”

Yun Huang was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "The birds chase each other to compete for food; How noble is the cannibalism of people? ”

Su Qingluo turned his head, and sure enough, he saw a pair of orioles competing for food on the wall, chattering on the ground, very noisy. He sat down beside her, and then asked, "Your name is Yun Huang?" ”

Yun Huang didn't answer. This is a well-known thing.

"Do you know what Yunhuang means?"

"The relics of the ancient witch clan, the junction of Yin and Yan, the peach source of the past, and the ghost domain of the present."

Then he asked, "How old are you now?" ”

"Fifteen." She didn't remember her age and birthday, but it was just what her master said.

"Do you know, who is Shen Ji?"

"In the past, Yin Xia was waiting, and he was a genius in the world." She frowned slightly, as if her heart ached, "He is my master." ”

Su Qingluo asked again: "Who is Lone?" ”

"Prince, the Son of Heaven after Yin Xia."

"Are you afraid of me?"

Yun Huang nodded.

"Why?"

"The prince is in a high position, life and death are snatched, in a thought."

Su Qingluo smiled: "What about Su Jian?" ”

Yun Huang raised his head, frowning, his eyes full of disgust and hatred, as if he was extremely reluctant to mention this matter.

Su Qingluo said: "If he deceives you, you will kill him?" ”

"Yes."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid. But if I don't kill him, what will I do? Her eyebrows twitched, and tears filled her eyes.

"You should know what I want your master to do for me."

Yun Huang nodded.

"Afraid?"

Yun Huang shook his head, "We came from Dongyan, and there were people chasing and killing all the way, I know that they are coming to the master, and they are in a high position, so they naturally have to bear what others can't bear." Although I don't understand the so-called righteousness of the common people, what the master wants to do must be right. ”

"Then you, would you like to help your master?"

Yun Huang raised her eyes, those eyes were as clear as water, as if she wanted to see through Su Qingluo at a glance, and after a moment of caution, she suddenly asked, "What should I do?" ”

Su Qingluo smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, hiding a subtle cunning.

"Although Su Jian died, he taught me a truth, in this world, if you want to survive and not give in to others, you either rely on the strong, or let yourself become strong." Her eyes burned, and there was desire in her eyes that was ignited.

"Three days later, at the father's birthday banquet, you can show your skills and feet, and you will definitely attract the attention of the world." He looked at Yun Huang and asked, "What talent do you have?" ”

"I can play the flute."

Su Qingluo was a little suspicious.

"The master once taught me." Yun Huang got up, picked a leaf from the tree on the side, wiped the dust with his fingers, put it in his mouth and played it.

The sound of the song is clear and clean, tactful and ethereal, making people feel as if they are in the mountains and forests for a while, and there seems to be the sound of bamboo moving wind in their ears and the murmuring of streams.

Su Qingluo laughed, clapped his hands in praise, and then turned around and called, "Hengchu." ”

A blue-clothed father-in-law walked in, thinking that he came with Su Qingluo, who had been waiting outside the hall, he looked young, fourteen or fifteen years old, with a white and pure face, very civil, he bowed and saluted: "What does Your Highness command?" ”

"Go to the palace and get that jade flute!"

The little father-in-law who called Hengchu looked a little surprised, and twisted and said: "Your Highness, that's it, but it was given by Pinghou in the past, and there was only one in the whole world." ”

Su Qingluo said: "Although it is a rare thing, it is useless to stay with me, it is difficult to know the sound person, what happened to the gift flute, go and get it quickly." ”

Hengchu had to go, and when he came back, he held a vermilion brocade box in his hand, made of sandalwood, and the carvings on the box alone were extremely exquisite.

Su Qingluo handed the box to Yun Huang, Yun Huang took it and opened it, there was a pale yellow flute lying quietly in the white silk, the oval tube body, translucent, the jade was delicate and translucent, engraved with a colorful phoenix, as a state of spreading its wings and flying high, lifelike, fine craftsmanship, cool to the touch, it was a rare Hetian topaz, and there was a white tassel falling underneath, and it was also a good silk thread, with distinct wisps.

Yun Huang crossed to his lips, tried a few notes, and then began to play, this time changed the jade flute, the music is more crisp and ethereal, the tassel swaying at the bottom, adding a little more aftersound, but the feeling lingers in the ear, and it is endless.

After the song, Su Qingluo was overjoyed,

Q: "What's the name of this song?"

Yun Huang shook his head, "But when I was playing in the mountains, I blew it casually, and I was never famous." ”

Su Qingluo pondered for a moment and said, "Seconds! Empty but not empty, noisy but not noisy, although the mountains and forests are described, do not lose the majestic, if it is called the mountains and rivers! ”

He looked at the little crystal on her forehead, narrowed his eyes, and praised, "It's a good jade, but it's a pity that it's buried," I don't know if the jade on her forehead is still Yunhuang herself, "In the future, it will be called Shen Yu!" ”