Today's Amaterasu, the emperor who likes alchemy for immortality the most, and the one who likes to mess with the mandarin duck spectrum to make a family carnival is the queen mother, because the case of the Yu family is in full swing, and the emperor issued an edict after the marriage of the eldest prince, announcing that he was ill and the prince was in charge of the country. On the same day, the Queen Mother issued a decree that because the eldest princess's maiden home was far away and it was inconvenient to return to Ningning, she specially invited 100 ladies of the Beijing Division to have a dinner in the imperial garden and have fun with the eldest princess.

The original family banquet has become a wealthy feast in the Imperial Garden, which is unintentionally good news for Qing Rang and his party, who plan to show the joy of the Empress Dowager.

"Miss, are you really relieved that Miss Eight is on stage?" Jin Niang looked at Yichan and didn't know how many times she made a mistake, and began to mutter, if she was a few years younger, she would definitely dance better than her.

"Yichan is afraid that she is nervous, who made you leak your mouth yesterday and told her about the Queen Mother's intentions."

"I think it's better for her to know now than to be scared that day."

"What are you muttering over there?" Yichan was originally not in a very good mood because of a mistake, but when she saw Qing Rang and Jin Niang biting her ears on the side, she was angry, "If you dislike me, you will find someone else to forget it." ”

Qing Rang sighed, knowing that the eldest lady's temper had finally exploded, but it was still progress to endure it until now.

"Yichan, don't be petty, we don't have much time......" Xuanyin has been helping Yichan lead the dance in front, and the beads of sweat on her forehead have not been broken, Qingrang stopped Xuanyin and shook his head at her, "Even if you don't let her rest, you have to rest for a while." ”

"I don't dare to rest, if I can't save Zichen......"

Speaking of Yu Zichen, Yichan's face changed slightly, she rolled up the sleeves in her hand, and her heart began to drum non-stop.

"Yichan, don't be nervous, even if you dance wrong, I can still think of other ways to save your brother," Qing Rang sat down next to Yichan, and also pulled Xuanyin to sit down, "Everyone take a break, don't be too flustered, to be honest, Sister Xuanyin, although you teach Yichan this dance is very beautiful, but after all, it is to express your longing for a man, Yichan is only twelve years old, and her heart has not yet moved, how can she dance out of the charm." ”

"It's that I haven't thought it through enough." Xuanyin lowered his head, his voice like silk.

"Miss, I heard the cook next door say that the lady from Fangfu also picked this dance, and I was thinking about whether I should change it." Jin Niang hesitated for a long time before saying, "But I don't know if it's really the same." ”

"Is it Fang Muyi? She danced this dance too? Yichan's voice was an octave higher, and she looked unconvinced, as if Fang Muyi was as sad as her.

"Yes, it's Miss Mu Yi."

"If you don't change it, she Fang Muyi will jump and I will dance, I just have to practice without eating or drinking, I don't believe she can dance better than me!" Yi Chan stood up and pulled up Xuanyin, who didn't know what was wrong, "Sister, I'll show you, if you're wrong, you will use a rattan to whip my legs." ”

Xuanyin looked surprised and looked at Qing Rang, "What's wrong with this kid?" ”

"I should ask Fang Muyi what happened to her, I remember that I helped her last time." Qingrang shrugged, "Then you continue to practice dancing, and I'll go next door to play with that stupid marquis." ”

On that day, Qing Rang carried the pear blossom brewed brought by Yu Zichen to find Fang Shijie next door, and only when he entered the courtyard did he hear the music of silk and bamboo, the song was really the same as Yichan's practice of dancing, and she passed through the lobby to the backyard, and she saw a beautiful picture.

In the center of the courtyard, under the maple tree, a woman in a pink gauze danced, and in the background of the wind blowing through the leaves, the woman's dancing posture was extremely sad, as if she was like an envious man confiding in her humble heart, and the ribbon she spilled turned a few times in the air.

And what made Qing Rang stunned was the man sitting on the wooden chair on the edge of the courtyard, the man who played the flute with his eyes closed, without the slightest stupidity, as clean and transparent as a disciple next to the immortal, I am afraid that only this flute sound will make Hua Shu mistake him for Yu Zichen that day, but if she is never mistaken, because his flute sound is more pure than Yu Zichen, and it is less thick than Yu Zichen.

Qing Rang carried her pear blossom brew away, her heart was depressed, because she saw Mu Yi's beauty, but also saw the affectionate style in her dancing, but if her affectionate style was also for him, then what should she do, if she was a woman that men would fall in love with, could he refuse?

Before the night was deep, she drank three cups of pear blossom brew alone in the room, and the fragrance of flowers filled the room, but she fell asleep on the table and fell asleep. A pair of hands gently picked her up and put her on the bed, the silk quilt covered her curled up, looking at her slightly red cheeks, two fingers smoothing the frown between her eyebrows.

There was an old cat barking outside the house, and he didn't pay attention to it all night, and Qingrang in the house once turned over, feeling that the pillow was unusually warm and soft tonight, and couldn't help rubbing it inside, and continued to eat the pear blossom cake made by his mother in his dream.