However, the sensible Luan'er comforted her and said:

"Mother, you don't have to be sad. The slave maid thinks that if the emperor comes, it will naturally be that he has you in his heart. If the emperor didn't come, it wouldn't mean anything, because after all, Niangniang's side only sent a slave like Luan'er to dress up, and the concubine Niangniang went to the Qing Palace in person, and it was normal for the emperor to stumble over there. So don't worry, Niangniang, if you don't come today, there will be tomorrow, and there will be time in the future. ”

"Is that really the case?"

"That's the kind of." Luan'er's words were not said in vain. Chen Yanxue, who was only thinking about Duguyi, listened to her persuasion and wanted to open it. Don't dwell on it anymore.

Dugu Yi really didn't go to Fengyi Palace.

"Father-in-law Gao, you asked someone to go and reply to the imperial concubine, saying that the widow has something to stumble on today, and he will go to see the imperial concubine another day."

"The old slave understood."

So, saying such things as Bale Le, Duguyi rejected Chen Yanxue today. At the same time, Wang Xiaojun, who took the initiative to see Duguyi for the first time, was also announced.

Unlike in the past, Wang Xiaojun, who appeared in front of Dugu Yi today, was obviously greatly prepared. looked at the posture of the two palace maids who followed behind him, in addition to helping Wang Xiaojun hold a piano. Xi'er also held a saucer in her hand.

Seeing Wang Xiaojun describe it like this, Duguyi was a little curious, but he didn't speak first, he just hid it in his heart to see what Wang Xiaojun was going to do.

"Your Majesty, it's been a while since the concubines entered the palace. If he acted willfully or offended the emperor before, the concubines were willing to make amends. As he spoke, Wang Xiaojun turned around, lifted the silk cloth covering the saucer that Xi'er was holding in her hand, and took out one of the things on it.

"Your Majesty, the concubines must first thank the emperor for his tolerance of the concubines all the time, and don't care about the concubines' previous suspicions. Regarding the fact that the emperor locked himself in the palace because he was busy with political affairs, to be honest, the concubines, like all the concubines, were also a little uneasy. This purse is embroidered by the concubine herself, hoping to relieve the emperor's worries and make the emperor no longer worry about political affairs. ”

So, Gao Gonggong presented the purse to Dugu Yi.

took this purse, Dugu Yi saw that Wang Xiaojun's embroidery was really good. Although he doesn't understand female red, he can look at the pattern embroidered by this needle and thread, and compared with the purse made by the Empress Dowager Huici, it can also be said to be on par.

"Your Majesty." Thinking of this, he saw Wang Xiaojun take the piano from the palace maid behind him, and asked Dugu Yi: "The concubine is not talented, and she will not please the emperor, but the concubine has just learned a new song, and the concubine likes this song very much, I don't know if the emperor is willing to listen to the concubine." ”

"Exactly." Without hesitation, Dugu Yi immediately approved Wang Xiaojun.

So, the palace maids immediately moved the table where the piano was arranged. Wang Xiaojun rolled up his sleeves slightly, revealing two slender jade hands, and then also played the piano.

Originally, Wang Xiaojun's arrival had already surprised him. Now that I see her doing this, Duguyi really has a different feeling of being born.

Listening to the melodious sound of the piano, I recalled that when I first met Wang Xiaojun, all the attention paid to her was because of her father Wang Wei.

Also knows some things about her past.

From then to now, such a short period of time has not been expected, but it has also fulfilled his wishes. No matter who Wang Xiaojun's heart belonged to before, when she entered this palace and became his lone wing, she must be owned by him.

And now it is. Although he loves Yang Ziqi the most. But as emperors, they can only love him.

Whether it is Wang Xiaojun who strokes the qin or Duguyi who listens to the music, they all have their own thoughts. Wang Xiaojun felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

And the corners of Duguyi's mouth also appeared with a faint smile.

What does it feel like the heart belongs?

Maybe it's like Qin Liusu, who only has an An Wenzhao in his heart, and he can choose to turn a blind eye to Wang Shixuan's obvious concern.

Maybe it's like An Wenzhao, who is only willing to pamper one Qin Liusu, and is not even willing to say a word about Wang Xiaojun and Wu Xiaoyue.

Maybe it's like Chen Yanxue, who has a childhood plum but no bamboo horse, just for one person to mistake for life, and it's not that he doesn't marry.

Maybe it's like Su Xiaoyun, who has had a person in her heart since then, and she herself seems to have changed herself.

Maybe it's like Zhao Rongrong, for him, he is willing to risk the world's disapproval.

Maybe it's like Yang Ziqi, death is for him, life is still for him. Her life is inseparable from him, and his life is also hers.

Or maybe it's like Dulone Wing. But Duguyi's heart doesn't seem to be there yet, as if he hasn't found his way.

There are all kinds of bitterness in the world, only the word "love" is sweet, even if the love is bitter, I am willing to keep the bitterness and wait for the sweetness.

The heart has a feeling of belonging, maybe like Song Qinghe.

Even if he is in a turbid place, he has been guarding his body for many years. Even against the countercurrent of the world's turbidity and her own clearness, she has never frowned.

Knowing that she met the person she loved, she found that there was a different light in her life.

In the capital, the business of Yancuilou has always been so good. Packed with guests.

Song Qinghe stood upstairs. As always, every now and then there will be a look outside. The window of her room faces south. As a good tool for making money in Yancui Building. She is also the darling of the bustard.

She said she wanted the room with the windows facing south, and the hostess readily agreed to his request. Even if she is too high in this fireworks land, even if she has offended many big guests.

But Yancuilou's business has not been affected at all, and she is still the Song Qinghe held by the proprietress in the palm of her hand.

I want the room with the window facing south, just so that I can always look outside, and often look at the crowd walking on the bustling East Street of the capital.

Then look for the one she wants to see from the crowd.

Song Qinghe has been fond of him for a long time. It's not so much a favorite as an admiration. Because she is self-aware.

She knew that with her identity, she was not qualified to like anyone. Fatherless, motherless, helpless, even if she is just a geisha, but in this smoky building, she is still looked down upon by most of the world, like all the women in this building.

Although she never cared about the eyes of the world.

But when she saw the one she admired in her heart, she still felt that she was too humble.

On the street downstairs, there is still a bustling crowd of people, constantly entering and exiting the Yancui Building, drunk or awake guests. Every time.

Look at these things you don't want to see, just to find what you want to see.

Fate still seems to favor her.

It was as if she had finally found the person she wanted to see. That person was coming from not far away.

That's right, it's him, even if you can't see his face clearly. But Song Qinghe could immediately recognize that it was him. His hair, the clothes he wore, the ornaments he wore, and the way he walked.

Everything is unique to him.

He walked slowly, gradually approaching the Yancui Building. In her eyes, he seemed to be walking very fast. Soon, I passed the Yancui Building.

His figure is about to disappear.

Song Qinghe didn't hesitate anymore.

The window was not closed, and she hurried out of the room, ran downstairs, and ran out of the smoky building. Use her fastest speed. Ignoring the strange eyes of the proprietress and the guests standing there.

Her eyes were tightly grasping the figure he walked by, his back.

And his back is gone. Her eyes were still grasping his back and she chased after him. In a trance, she seemed to catch up with the back.

It was he who stopped. He turned his head, glanced at his side and back a few times, and then turned back again.

Dugu Xun's appearance, the first time he saw his face at such a close distance, Song Qinghe could never forget it. Ben was just a person she admired, but he got closer to her heart.

"I said Qinghe, where are you going?"

As soon as Song Qinghe returned to the smoky building, the proprietress asked her in surprise what she was doing when she ran out.

"Qinghe, you never go out of the room easily, what's wrong with you today, do you know how dangerous it is for you to run out so rashly."

Song Qinghe didn't want to say anything more to her. The proprietress said worriedly, seemingly caring about her, but in fact, she was not afraid that her cash cow would be abducted.

A geisha like Song Qinghe, who doesn't see many customers, can make Yancuilou make a lot of money every time he rarely shows his face.

This time she suddenly ran out like this, and the guests who saw her in the Yancui Building couldn't help but surround her. happily shouted that he had seen the beautiful Song Qinghe.

The proprietress was afraid that she would lose money, so she asked the girls to stop those lustful guests and hurriedly took Song Qinghe back to the room.

"Qinghe, my good daughter, you should tell your mother, what did you do when you ran out just now, there are so many bad people outside, if something happens, how sad your mother should be."

The proprietress still cares about Song Qinghe when she listens to every word. But Song Qinghe only listened to it and became more disgusted. The emotions in her words are all her reluctance to give up money.

If she wasn't Song Qinghe, if she didn't have such beauty, and if she didn't have a craft, she didn't have the ability to be a geisha, then she would probably be the same as other girls. Pour wine for those squinting guests every day and accompany the wine. Or even do something even dirtier.

If so, she may have killed herself in shame.

Unwilling to listen to the proprietress whispering in her ear, a silent Song Qinghe immediately sent the proprietress back to her:

"You don't have to worry about me, I just saw a vendor selling jewelry hairpins upstairs, I like the jewelry he bought at home, and I'm afraid that he will go away, so I can't help but chase him out."

"I see." When the proprietress heard this, she really breathed a sigh of relief: "What a big deal I said, if you like any jewelry, just tell your mother, and your mother will let her buy it for you." ”

Song Qinghe only nodded slightly, and did not say anything more. Then, I heard the proprietress tell her:

"You, don't run around in the future, whatever you want, as long as you can buy it, my mother will buy it for you, you know."

Song Qinghe also didn't care about these anymore. She has never wanted anything else, she lives in this world in a daze, with infinite scenery in front of people, but behind her is just a puppet used by this smoke and green building to make money.

She had thought about her future in countless ways. This includes redeeming oneself and leaving this smoky building.

She's also saved up enough money. But when she saved enough money, she didn't want to leave. She didn't know where she could go.

She was born and grew up in the capital since she was a child. Sold here by my father. My father, who was addicted to gambling, later did not know whether he was dead or alive. She doesn't have a home anymore anyway.

It's better to spend a day in this smokey building first.

But until I met Dugu Xun. Watch from here. At first, I was just attracted by his talent. Or maybe when I met him for the first time, I didn't know what I was attracted to.

Later, I learned that he was the current Nanwang Dugu Xun.

As a result, he became the only person she admired in her life. From admiration to love. From the heart to the humble love in the heart.

But she had also fantasized about it. If she could have Dugu Xun as a confidant in this life, she would definitely follow him desperately.

But that's all she can think about.

Dugu Xun often seems to like to go out and walk around alone. Dugu Yi was right. As a prince, he doesn't look like a prince.