The founding queen once took the prince to live in the two palaces of Gan Weaving and Leqiao, and the path on the side of the Gan Weaving Palace was winding and twisting, but it could lead directly to the Chongguang Palace where the emperor lived to Gan Weaving and Leqiao became a cold palace, so this small pavilion was built to block grievances.

While a few people were talking, a solemn and distant bell suddenly sounded from the direction of the Sogo Palace, slowly spreading to every corner of the Forbidden Palace. It was the bell that announced that the emperor would take the guard of honor out of the palace for a banquet, and the ladies in the palace had to consciously avoid it when they heard the bell.

After the bell, the gate of the Sogo Palace was opened, and twelve pairs of officials in court clothes, holding the golden festival, slowly walked out of the palace gate. The auspicious cloud pattern ground carved from the whole Shoushan stone is spotless under the boots. The inner guards of the imperial city in bright silver armor set off from both sides of the palace gate and followed closely behind.

In the past of the complicated and solemn guard of honor, the emperor with the golden dragon coiled was like a dragon breaking through the clouds and going out of the sea, out of the Sogo Palace. The smell of ambergris in the air is both solemn and mysterious, as if wafting from another world. The emperor wanted to walk along the main road in the palace, out of the Zhengyang Gate, and asked the emperor to change the royal chariots and horses there.

Hearing the bell, the people in the small pavilion had already knelt down and did not dare to look up. The burn on Feng Miao's hand had already blistered in patches, and she couldn't use force, so she could only put it on the ground and support her body with her other arm. The quieter she was, the more the anger in her heart could not be quelled.

She is not wrong, she does not believe that a "lady" who has not been canonized at all can trample on the life and death of others so casually.

The emperor walked farther and farther, and was about to disappear behind a cloud-like flowering tree, Feng Miao suddenly stood up and quickly ran through the trees towards the main road. The wind was whistling in her ears, and the branches were scraping against the side of her face, aching slightly. She vaguely remembered the young son of heaven who she had only met once, dressed in white and plain robe, with blazing eyes. She didn't believe that such a person would take a person's life because he was sitting on the throne.

The others in the small pavilion were stunned, but Su He reacted first and shouted, "Stop her, she is going to the emperor to complain!" Luo Bingyu glared at her, and before she could do anything, she panicked first, turned her head and said to the palace maid who followed her, "Catch her, don't let her crash into the emperor, go quickly!" ”

Two tall and strong palace maids followed closely and ran into the bushes. They are not as small and flexible as Feng Miao, so they simply pressed her neck directly and pressed her to the ground one by one. The side of her face was pressed hard to the ground, and the wet dirt rubbed half of her pale cheeks.

The bell rang slowly, and the emperor turned a corner, and then disappeared, leaving only the imperial breath that lingered in the air.

Feng Miao put her face on the slightly cool soil, and cried bitterly, "I'm not wrong!" I don't believe in ......"

On top of the emperor's chariot, Tuoba Hong was wearing a dragon-patterned brocade suit, and his black hair was tied up with a crown of heaven. The young man with bright eyebrows, originally half-closed, seemed to be contemplating something, and suddenly a wisp of crying suddenly floated into his ears. The voice that couldn't be heard at all suddenly changed to another familiar voice, "Nasty ghost!" You lie! ”

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the sky was bright, and there were bright canopies and tables on all sides, which densely surrounded him like a lonely man. Taiwei Feng Xi's birthday, with the respect of the emperor, he wanted to go to Feng's house to celebrate in person. Countless eyes around him watched, and he couldn't take a wrong step.

"What sound?" Tuoba Hong frowned slightly, and asked Lin Lang, who was following Emperor Yuan.

"I asked the guards to go and see it, I heard that Lanxiu Hall lost the cat and was looking for it." Lin Lang's eyes did not squint, and his voice was soft, which happened to be heard by the emperor alone.

Tuoba Hong said "um", and the emperor was like a ship floating on the sea, without pausing at all, and continued to move forward.

Luo Bingyu stood up, her eyes were as wide as apricots, her red lips and silver teeth, she was about to bite it with hatred, and pointed at Feng Miao and said, "This cheap maid actually wants to collide with the emperor!" Slap me in the face and beat her until she admits her mistake! "When the guards came to drink just now, if she hadn't laughed with her, she would have been guilty of a great sin today.

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