Because of the encounter with Nie Xingji on the road, Qingcheng lost the interest of wandering, so he simply said goodbye to Nie Xingyi and went straight back to Xuanji Palace.

I didn't want to come back as soon as I heard a summons from the Yan Palace, ordering her to enter the palace tomorrow to face the saint. In Jingzhou, even outsiders could not resist the king's order, so Qingcheng had to obey the order.

The next day, it is the tenth day of the first month of October, the yellow calendar says that it is the "Ten Percent Festival", and the Yan Kingdom makes the "Harvest Festival" again, the people will worship the god of agriculture on this day, and thank the god of agriculture for the good harvest given by the god of agriculture in the past year.

Early in the morning, Qingcheng just came out of Xuanji Palace, and encountered a crowd of sacrifices, and the journey was slow. When the chariot arrived at the Yanwang Palace, it was barely punctual. The little eunuch hurriedly led her to the holy study, but as soon as she stepped into the threshold of the side hall, she found that there was another person waiting here, this person she knew-Ming Chenyuan.

The last time she saw him was on the day the capital of Chu was broken, he led his troops into the palace of the king of Chu and brought her to Nie Xingji......

The memories seemed to have a pungent bloody smell, which made Qingcheng faintly disgusting. She paused at the threshold, silent, hesitating whether she wanted to meet Mingchen Yuan.

It's a pity that it's still late, Ming Chenyuan has already seen her, got up and saluted: "I've seen the princess." ”

Qingcheng was silent for a moment, and returned the Taoist gift to him: "People outside the party dare not accept the gift of General Ming." You should call me 'Master Xuanzhen'. ”

With that, she went inside, and sat down in the seat furthest from him. The two were far away from each other, and they were speechless.

Not long after, the palace maids came in and served tea, and then entered, as well as the close servant Bao Gonggong beside King Yan.

"Please wait a moment for the princess and General Ming, the king has some urgent military affairs to deal with." Bao Gonggong looked at his nose and nose, and bowed down to the two of them.

Qingcheng and Mingchen got up and thanked him, and Father-in-law Bao retreated, and none of the palace maids who served tea were left. Qingcheng found out that there was not even a single guard or palace person in the side hall, and she and Mingchen were the only ones who were far away.

A faint aroma slowly wafted out from the golden beast furnace, lingering in the side hall, and Rui Brain sold the golden beast. Qingcheng looked at the plaque in the hall, still silent.

Mingchen took a sip of tea from afar, but he still opened his mouth first: "How is the princess lately?" ”

"Everything is fine, thank you for your concern." Qingcheng nodded slightly, and also replied politely: "I heard that your good things are coming, congratulations." ”

For some reason, Ming Chenyuan always felt that her words were full of sarcasm, so he coughed lightly: "King Meng took a fancy to it, and he entered the palace today to discuss this matter." ”

Qingcheng didn't say anything more.

Mingchen saw her wearing a robe and entered the palace, sighed slightly in his heart, and said: "I always feel restless these days, if I am lucky enough to have the princess preach a sermon or two, I think I can clear my heart." ”

The meaning of his words couldn't be clearer, Qingcheng glanced at him, and replied euphemistically: "My day of entering the Tao is still shallow, and the Taoism is not deep, I'm afraid I can't solve General Ming's worries." ”

Mingchen saw that she was reluctant to go to the appointment, and his eyebrows frowned.

The two were speechless for a long time. Qingcheng could still sit still, but Ming Chenyuan was a little impatient, and began to pace in the hall, looking at the display and calligraphy and paintings on the wall from time to time.

After waiting like this for almost half an hour, Qingcheng seemed to be in a state of flux, and there was no response, and he didn't even drink tea.

Ming Chenyuan finally couldn't help but say: "The princess's temperament now is really different from before. ”

Qingcheng raised his eyes to look at him, with a slight mockery on his face.

Ming Chenyuan was a little embarrassed, but didn't speak again, and sat down on the red sandalwood chair again, waiting for King Yan to see him.

Strange to say, at this time in the past, the side hall of the holy study was mostly courtiers waiting to face the saint, but today there was no one to see. Mingchen was suspicious in his heart, wanting to say something to Qingcheng, but he was afraid that someone would listen to the corner, so he thought about it for a moment and had a plan.

He picked up his cup of tea, walked to Qingcheng's position and sat down, and deliberately asked her in a low voice: "It is said that the Qingjingsan people of Xuanji Palace can look at faces, does the princess know?" ”

While speaking, he dipped his right index finger in the tea, and wrote on the table: After leaving the palace, Yongyefang's private residence will be narrated.