The breeze picks up the fallen leaves, brushes the bluestone floor, and the harsh sound tears through the quiet night.

Su Qianqian listened to the cry coming from the hall, and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, the two should have been reconciled, at least everything was worth it.

Turning her head and seeing the queen's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, Su Qianqian smiled and said, "Is the queen wondering how we know everything?" ”

was guessed out of her heart, and the queen did not hide it, nodding and saying: "It's only been a few days since you came back, but our plan has started since the day we received the news of your return to Ningning?" ”

That day, Su Qianqian and Ye Heng found a problem after entering the palace.

They were suspicious at first, but they didn't find a way to find it. But when Ye Heng faced the saint alone, he felt that the eyes of the Dongling monarch when he looked at the wine jar on the side were a little unusual, and there was a lot of reluctance in his words.

Ye Heng is the god of war in Xiqi in the end, and after a hundred battles, he knows the slightest thing, and he immediately sees that something is wrong.

After Su Qianqian revealed Shuangshuang's identity, she was asked to find out about the matter, and there was a follow-up deployment.

The peach blossom brew that was pre-drugged by the monarch was replaced with medicinal wine, and although the conspiracy between Mingyang and Cao Rusi was not expected by them, they would be uncovered in one fell swoop if they had already taken precautions.

"Your Majesty touched my temperament, so even though the county lord of Mingyang came to frame me, he continued to put pressure on me, in order to provoke my anger and make a demented act, and seeing that I was not in the plan, I had to go according to the original plan." Su Qianqian said, helpless and sighed, "My father is very angry, not because His Majesty killed him because of the seizure of power, but because his methods are full of mistakes and omissions, and the framing is seen through at a glance, and he has not grown up for many years, and he is angry that he does not spare his life and ignores his wife and children." ”

Hearing this, the queen couldn't cry, her body was close to the wall, she was holding on to prevent falling, covering her face with her hands, and said intermittently: "I have also persuaded Your Majesty, but he has no rules, and only by doing so, the prince will not be as depressed as he is, and he will be like a puppet for the rest of his life." ”

"If my father doesn't care about Your Majesty, then the peach blossom brew will not become a medicinal wine." Su Qianqian gently argued, and immediately stopped speaking.

Even if Su Xiangquan leaned towards the government and the opposition, she always feared the imperial power, and never disrespected the monarch of Tanglin at all, even if she knew that she was wrong, she never exceeded the rules in front of outsiders.

Ye Heng once said that some people are born to be in power, and some people can only be a gentleman, the calligraphy and painting of the king of Tanglin are unparalleled in the world, but because of his mediocre government, he has also killed countless lives.

The people of the world are all ants, camping and camping, busy with food and clothing, and the real right to speak has never been in the hands of a few people.

But the monarch of Tanglin was contaminated with too much literati spirit, and he couldn't do it.

……

This night was extremely difficult, Su Xiang and the monarch of Tanglin talked in the hall for a long time, and the next day there was news out of the palace, last night's move was a strange trick made by Dr. Jiang, after this incident, His Majesty's body was discharged from the dirty blood for many years, and the body was in good health.

The original people didn't believe it, but a few days later, His Majesty went to court and looked very good, which broke the rumors.

In this regard, Su Qianqian didn't care much about it, these days, she was busy with one thing, preparing a birthday gift for Yeheng.

Although the monarch of Xiqi canceled the banquet, his birthday will not change, and he is busy in Tanglin these days, but Su Qianqian takes this matter to heart, and as soon as he finds out about the affairs in the palace, he immediately starts to prepare, wanting to surprise him.

On this day, she was busy in the room with Shuangshuang, when she heard the maid hurriedly shouting, "Uncle, you are here!" ”

Ye Heng nodded slightly, and heard a chaotic movement in the house, and when he entered, he only saw Su Qianqian standing in front of the table with a pen to paint, and when she saw him, she hurriedly ran over and said with a smile: "The prince has finished practicing the sword?" What do you think of my woods? ”

Ye Heng's eyes were far away, meaning something: "Not inferior to the palace, the night of the full moon should be better." ”

Hearing this, Su Qianqian's mind couldn't help but think of the picture of being kissed by him in the woods that night, and her cheeks were red and hot, but she was soon interrupted by his voice, "What is this?" ”

She looked back and saw his slender fingers lightly clasping the drawing paper on the desktop, and her little face immediately sank and said, "This is not a thing, this is art!" ”

Ye Heng didn't pursue it, she sat on the chair on one side, and her light and waveless eyes flowed on her body, obviously seeing through the posture of not saying anything, Su Qianqian's heart was empty for no reason, this man's eyes were sharp and straight to the heart, she hesitated for a moment, and added: "Art is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, I am the highest, ordinary people can't see through it!" ”

Ye Heng's lips hooked up a light smile full of interest, and his cold tone was like the frost on the leaves in the early morning of autumn: "Since it is a high realm, three, six, nine and so on must be proficient." ”

"A little bit of understanding, a little understanding." Su Qianqian laughed dryly, and Yingying's eyes moved away, for fear of being seen out.

Ye Heng made a natural appearance, the pair of bone china-like hands fell on the table, almost blending with the white paper, but when he saw him pick his fingertips, Fang Cai's painting was picked to the side, and a deep voice slipped into her ears: "Is this king fortunate to have a reward?" ”

Su Qianqian's elegant and beautiful little face turned red, and she felt guilty of being a thief being caught, she smiled reluctantly and said: "Art pays attention to the time ...... time."

Before the words fell, he received a cold look from Ye Heng, and his double eyebrows were raised: "Today is the right time." ”

Su Qianqian's words have come out: "The location is ......"

His slender fingers pointed at the table, "Everything is ready." ”

Su Qianqian didn't dare to say the word "people", she was stared at by his deep gaze, and she was a little weak-hearted, what the hell, she is obviously not afraid of heaven and earth, and when she faced him, she was always inexplicably weak, and every time she wanted to cheer up, he beat her back to her original shape with a look.

This is not a good situation.

She cleared her throat up and down, her body instinctively made a small gesture, and said softly: "That can't be done in one go, I've been very busy lately." ”

Knowing that she was looking for a place for herself, Ye Heng didn't expose it, her thin lips were lightly raised, a faint trace was outlined, and she said slowly: "What is the princess busy with?" ”

Ye Heng's deep gaze was fixed on her, as if he had seen her mind in an instant.

Su Qianqian secretly hated herself for being quick-mouthed, almost revealing the plan, at this moment seeing his suspicious eyes, she hurriedly showed a shallow smile, reached out and took the initiative to change his arm, raised her head and chuckled: "It's autumn now, the red leaves of the Yuelao Temple in the suburbs of Beijing are blooming just right, in two days, I'll accompany you to take a look?" ”

Ye Heng quietly clasped her soft hand, and looked at her for a moment: "Spirit? ”