Chapter 66 Travelers from Southern Xinjiang

The weather is slowly getting cooler, and the leaves of the trees are sparse and sparse. The yellow leaves of the Imperial Garden are covered with layers after layers, and it looks crisp to step on. Murong Zhi hugged the lyre and stood under the tree a little dazed.

In the hot summer before, I didn't feel cold even if I wore a single coat and lay down on a tree to sleep. This bleak wind came, and there was a faint coolness.

"Lixia, what did Yunshuang tell you when she left?" She didn't think Lixia was bad, she just got used to it for so many years. Although Yunshuang is younger than her, she is more secure than her in many cases. Her absence at this time made her a little lost.

"The girl said that she has something to go out, maybe it will take a long time, let the slave take care of the mother." Although Lixia felt in a hurry when she saw Yunshuang, her long-cultivated temperament made her more inclined to do something than to ask why.

"yes, it's been so long." The person was gone, and Murong Zhi couldn't say anything, but she just subconsciously felt uneasy. Yunshuang may have a reason not to tell her whereabouts, but it is strange that no one in the entire Liulizhuang knows about it.

She didn't know why, her eyelids kept jumping during this time. The left eyelid jumped and the right eyelid came on, which made her baffled. She wasn't so chattering, so she didn't think about any luck.

After coming back, Hu Yue's eyes changed when she looked at her, usually cynical words, this time it was worried and dignified. Although it is not that I haven't seen his expression before, this time I always feel that he is hiding something from her. She intuitively felt that she was missing a lot of things, no, she was hiding a lot of things.

"Niangniang doesn't have to be so concerned, the girl should be back in a short time. The girl has a stunt, and she won't let anyone bully her. Lixia took the piano cover and stood aside. She wanted to take the piano, but Murong Zhi didn't say anything, holding a piano with clear eyes.

"Lixia, you can sit with me." Murong Zhi slowly walked to the pavilion, put the piano down, and gently put her fingers on the strings, but there was no starting hand to play.

She doesn't know how to play the piano. She spent her entire life using knives and swords, and she had no time or opportunity to learn the so-called guqin, but she loved the sound. Obviously, it is a combination of a few simple lines, and it can play such a beautiful song when it is born, which is very wonderful and legendary.

"Lixia, what have you learned in the palace for so many years?" In the court, the dignity and glory that countless people dream of can be easily obtained here, and there are those who are blushing and thin, and there are those who have a long life. Alternating storms and clouds, how can it be possible to live in chaos?

"Be cautious, be cautious, weigh and be sensible." Lixia briefly summarized. She entered the palace when she was very young, and she was beaten all the way, all the rules she should know, the way of life, slowly took shape in the training, and all the pain given to her by blood and tears was absorbed and turned into nourishment for her to survive.

"That's right." Murong Zhi didn't have anything else to say. She could probably guess Lixia's answer, but then again, if everyone acted according to this, where would the battlefield talk come from? Then why is the cold palace so gloomy?

"Why don't you play a song for the maid?" There is no restraint between Lixia and Murong Zhi, and Lixia is sometimes glad for this. If she followed a master who emphasized dignity and humility, why was she so leisurely?

"I don't need it today, and the Nine Princes will come over later." Murong Zhi did it on purpose today. She wore a sapphire blue full-breasted skirt, and the golden ribbon was draped from her shoulders, an inexplicable coercion. Her head was still the same, and she didn't dress up anything except the hairpin that Jiang Quanyue gave her before. There is also a simple cherry blossom on her ear, which blooms above the pink neck without any fanfare, setting off her warm gentleness.

Lixia stood up silently, put the small table in front of her, and lowered her hands with clear eyes. She suddenly remembered that before, when Qing Ruiyang was there, there would always be a hidden and enthusiastic look around her, and now that she thinks about it, I'm afraid it's that girl. I didn't dare to say anything, I tolerated my eyes and thoughts, but I never let go of my mind.

"I've seen the Queen Mother." Qing Ruiyang would rather call her the queen than call her the imperial sister-in-law, I'm afraid I don't want to put shackles on myself from the beginning. Who said men don't like the archway of chastity? Isn't that a representation?

"The prince is flat, sit down." Murong Zhi nodded, her voice as calm as ever. The person in front of him did have a good skin, but unfortunately, his thoughts were not on the same line as hers.

"What's the matter with the queen's sudden summons?" Qing Ruiyang was originally patrolling the Gyeonggi station. Chang Dong has been pestered by his beautiful girl for the past two days, and he has no heart to take care of things at all. Qing Ruifan actually turned a blind eye and directly called the most leisurely Qing Ruiyang to replace him. Qing Ruiyang was helpless, he wanted to complain, but was blocked by Qing Ruifan's sentence "If you have a daughter-in-law, I won't send you to do things".

Daughter-in-law, he also wants to have it, but where is it so easy?

"It's okay, it's just that the emperor mentioned the prince's wedding date a few days ago. I don't know if the prince has a crush on someone? Murong Zhi's voice was obviously very soft, but it was extremely harsh in Qing Ruiyang's ears. She was asking him if he had a crush. Good irony.

"Does the queen like the royal brother?" Qing Ruiyang asked an unrelated question. His face was a little ugly, and Lixia on the side knew that it was not good. This question is dangerous. The point is that she saw other things in Qing Ruiyang's expression.

"Does it matter?" Whether she likes the emperor or not, is there any room for change? Qing Ruiyang's question is a bit boring.

"Of course it matters, I ......" "The prince is thirsty, there is tea here." Qing Ruiyang didn't finish a word, Lixia's eyes were quick, she picked up a cup of tea and handed it to him, lowering her eyes slightly. She wanted him to think it through, and it wasn't without benefit to say it directly, but in the same way, as long as he said it, what would happen after that would be like a wind, unpredictable and risky.

Murong Zhi looked at these two people a little strangely.

"This king is not thirsty." Qing Ruiyang knew that Lixia was well-intentioned, but he was not without calculations. "Zhi, I like you."

"Hmm......" Murong Zhi was stunned on the spot. Like her? People like themselves...... Anyone liked? It's a magical thing.

"But the prince has thought about it?" Murong Zhi's eyes were faint, her voice was calm, she was the kind of person who would always be calm and quiet on her face even if she was stormy in her heart.

"Yes." Qing Ruiyang thought that he had a chance, and quickly seized the opportunity to confess himself.

"Since Ah Zhi, you don't like the royal brother, then I don't count it as a sword to snatch love. Since you are a queen outside of your body, you have the obligation to be a queen, but you have not received the emotional contribution that matches it, which is unfair to you. Qing Ruiyang said as he looked at Murong Zhi's expression. Her same calmness made him feel bottomless.

"Ah Zhi, if you don't have someone you like, it's not too much to give me a chance, right? Anyway, the days are still long, and we can slowly understand. "As long as Murong Zhi can nod his head, then everything after that can be done will fall into place, and all the goals can be achieved.

"Lixia, send the prince out." Murong Zhi didn't want to hear it anymore. Love? What are these men thinking? Do people live all their lives just to carry on their ancestors and reproduce their descendants?

She herself was confused. is obviously the same title, why is it better for her to listen to Qing Ruifan than to listen to Qing Ruiyang? Even the tone is so consistent, why does she still prefer what Qing Ruifan said?

When Qing Ruiyang spoke, her mind was full of Qing Ruifan. The gentleness of that man was not so aggressive, but made her feel more comfortable.

The wind is blowing. Fallen leaves are rolled up, golden leaves and golden ribbons. When Murong Zhi stood up, she suddenly figured out why there was autumn.

There are so many feelings and grievances in this world, so many sentimentality, so many sorrows and hatreds, it must take a season to let go. The autumn wind is bleak, the waves are surging, and only the autumn days when the fallen leaves are yellow and the sky is late can be cleaned up and started again.

"......" subordinates don't know when to start exerting force, although the strings are thin, but they are tenacious. With a crisp sound, the sound of the piano was simple, and Murong Zhi looked at his hand with red marks blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mu Mansion.

"Uncle, that woman is here again." The main house of Mu Mansion is brightly lit even during the day, saying that the candle flame is broken, and Mu Mansion is gone. The old man, dressed in a dark blue dyed cloth and wrapped in layers of pulp and blue turbans on his head, leaned on a bamboo cane, looked at the ancestral hall in front of him, and turned his head.

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, his beard was long and white, the muscles around his eyes were atrophied, and his eyeballs were empty, looking like ever-bright lights, withered, and terrifying.

"Really? Since she wants to stay, let her be outside. The old man's face was calm. He doesn't force anyone, whether they want to come or go.

"Uncle has forgotten me for so many years." The jingling bells came step by step. The old man poked the ground several times with a bamboo cane, and then heard the same number of slaps. The old man turned around, and a young woman stood in the doorway.

Typical Miaojiang characteristic clothing, clothes and aprons are batiked with a background color, and silk threads of various colors are colorful and contagious on them, and slowly become complex and unique patterns. Even a small flower is not repeated. The silver ornaments rattle on the body, and every movement is extremely poetic.

"Walker." The old man trembled and bent down, wanting to kneel. The woman stepped forward and quickly helped her. frowned without a trace, disliked but not expressed.

"Uncle. Uncle ought to know what I came from. The woman's clear eyes were circulating, and the starlight under her eyes was complex, and everyone present was curious, but could not comment.

"Yes, Walker. The thing has been destroyed, and this is the proof. The old man ordered someone to bring a box from behind the banner hanging high next to him, and when the woman saw the box, the corners of her mouth curled, and she silently recited a name in her heart:

Gu Lingge.