The square pavilion is rainy.

Song Yuqiu woke up leisurely on the beauty couch, and when her eyes fell on the long and elegant handsome shadow in front of her, she only felt that she was still in a dream.

Her lips moved slightly, and she murmured, "Xie Chang'an." ”

The summer breeze swayed all over the pond, and the fragrance was refreshing.

The figure in the dream moved, walking slowly.

She began to feel that the last heat was difficult, and a little cooler could make people fall into this deep nightmare.

Song Yuxuan frowned slightly, trying to force herself to be sober, but the figure was so close that she could see the green eyebrows and eyes.

Although the figure was still in a misty cloud, she was reluctant to wake up.

The man in front of her has a beautiful name, he is the first pianist of Qi Country and her sweetheart.

Xie Chang'an.

At this time, Song Yuxuan has been reborn for more than a few months.

In her previous life, she was infatuated with another person, and she never put others in her eyes, but she didn't want to be affectionate, but she just went to a wrong calculation!

Until she wore a phoenix crown and died at the hands of that man with blood.

"My poor eldest princess, in fact, the person who saved you back then was not his true appearance, very surprised, right?"

Hate, she hates so much.

"No!! Who is he?" She could barely blink.

Lian Ting looked at the phoenix shadow who was about to die, and laughed shamefully: "Xie Chang'an, that mutton fat jade pendant belongs to this person." ”

"Oh, the minister almost forgot, how could Her Royal Highness the eldest princess have an impression? An insignificant luthier in the Shenxian Pavilion has been humiliated by Benxiang and you. But don't worry, eldest princess, that little white face is already ahead of you. was stripped of his clothes and hanged in front of the Shenxian Pavilion. ”

"Lianting! If there is an afterlife, you will not die well. ”

She Song Yuwu affected her brother, harmed the people of Qi State, and even killed Xie Changan.

Unexpectedly, fate really reborn her, and she was reborn at this time that was enough to save.

In this life, Song Yuwu is here to atone for her sins!

Returning to his senses in a trance, his fingertips only touched a thin corner of his clothes.

She couldn't help but feel gloomy in her heart, "Xie Chang'an, where is your qin?" ”

Unexpectedly, in the dream, he was willing to reply.

The familiar voice resounded low and deep above his head, "And mind to care about my piano, how long have you been in this pavilion?" ”

She was very relieved to hear this, and thought that he was willing to pay attention to her in his dreams.

Then he obediently said, "It didn't take long, I wasn't just waiting for you to come." ”

The man in front of her was silent, she couldn't see his expression clearly, so her heart was empty, and she could only hurriedly open her lips: "Chang'an." Even in her dreams, she had infinite worries.

Jun frowned slightly, and the man sighed slightly, "I'm here." ”

Song Yuxuan swept the strands of hair scattered next to his ears and temples, and his heart was happy.

After a moment, the man's slender fingers silently reached over and tightened the snow-white brocade on her shoulders for her.

Her body stiffened involuntarily, yes, this is in a dream, he will be so different, because it is not really Xie Changan, so he will not dislike her.

So is she okay with whatever she wants?

Song Yuwu only felt that her brain was in chaos, and her whole body couldn't help sweating, and she seemed to be a little breathless, so she could only call softly: "Xie Chang'an." ”

The man didn't answer, for she had already leaned over and sealed his lips, so carefully.

She could perceive that her long figure was instantly stiff, and her lips were cool to the touch, very soft, and she also seemed very uncomfortable, but this little bit of discomfort was completely overturned in the next moment.

Her head swelled until the smell of blood overflowed from her mouth.

Song Yuxuan woke up the next morning.

When he woke up, Lu Yi was standing at the head of the bed tremblingly, holding a bowl of thick black medicinal soup in his hand.

Song Yuxuan frowned, sure enough, she was in the cold, and she slept for so long.

She rubbed her forehead, and her voice was slightly hoarse, "Silly girl, what are you shaking?" Hongu didn't say that he wouldn't drink medicine. ”

Tears rolled in Lu Yi's eyes, "It's all the slave's fault, the slave should die, it was cold yesterday ......"

Song Yuxuan was about to interrupt her and ask how long she had been asleep, when suddenly she caught a glimpse of a resolute figure of Yuebai, sitting at the table outside.

The person who came was probably thinking about something, and his long fingers were clasped on the dark red tabletop, and the wide sleeves were engraved with a handsome and majestic dragon pattern.

Song Yuxuan said: "Brother Huang." ”

The owner of the dragon pattern didn't answer, but just turned the green jade wrench in his hand, obviously a handsome young man, with a majestic old posture.

After a while, he whispered: "Xinyang, you are really uncomfortable." ”

Song Yusui felt guilty: "I'm sorry, it was just an accident yesterday, Xinyang won't be infected with the wind cold again, which will make the imperial brother worried." ”

Song Yuxuan also thought, it's just a little wind and cold, you really don't have to bother the royal brother, you rushed to the princess's mansion after the early dynasty, so people don't want to go, and the most important thing is that the sisters-in-law and ministers have to make a note of me.

Because of the birth of a compatriot, Song Yingche has a very close relationship with her, but he is the king of a country after all, and he can't take care of his sister in the palm of his hand like ordinary people.

Song Yingche got up, his eyes were faint, "I didn't just come here today to comfort you for the cold. ”

Song Yu finished drinking the decoction and handed the empty bowl to Lu Yi on the side.

Song Yingche looked at her and regained his composure, "This morning, Wen Hou participated in your copy." ”

Song Yu was taken aback.

Although she is the eldest princess, she is a female dependent who does not ask about the government after all, and she doesn't know that she is also fortunate to be involved in the court?

"Old man...... No, what did Wen Hou participate in? ”

The man in the moonlight brocade robe approached a few points and looked at her condescendingly, this dignified gaze made people very uncomfortable.

Song Yingche said: "You have been lingering in Shenxian Pavilion every day, have you?" Xinyang. ”

……

Song Yuxuan touched her nose helplessly.

"It is rumored that the eldest princess of Xinyang is in love with a down-and-out violinist and wants to welcome him into the princess's mansion as a concubine?"

Song Yuxuan bit her lip.

"Wen Hou said that Wen Shizi was kind enough to lead you back to the right path, but you were bewitched by the demon and slapped him in front of everyone, right? Xinyang. ”

Song Yuqiu lowered his head, and raised it again with a straight face, "Brother Huang, why do you even believe Wen Hou's words?!" ”

When they were young, they knew that the Wenhou family was the most small-bellied chicken intestines, and whoever accidentally touched them would return it with their fists and feet.

Yes, Song Yingche had already considered it in his heart.

The thin lips opened slightly, and he just said: "I don't believe the latter one, but Xinyang, can the first two be serious?" ”

Now she hung her head and didn't speak.

The silence of the room, Lu Yi didn't dare to move with the medicine bowl in his hand, he only felt that standing was like a needle prick, and it was difficult to even breathe.

Song Yingche suddenly moved softly, and pulled the broken hair in front of Song Yuxuan's forehead, "Xie Chang'an only came to Beijing a year ago, although the name of the first pianist has been known all over the world, but his identity is still suspicious......"

He lowered his voice, stood with his hands in his hands, and sighed again.

"It's not that I dislike this person's background, if you deny your beloved because of your humble background, you are not worthy of being your brother, it's just Xinyang, you and I are in the royal family, and there are some things that need to be carefully considered."

Her nose was sore, and she resisted the urge to throw herself into the arms of her royal brother, where was he unworthy of being a brother? It's clear that she doesn't deserve to be this sister!

She clenched her fingertips in her long sleeves, enduring the turbulent emotions, the stupid things that dragged down the royal brother in her previous life will never be repeated.