Yi Ci sat on the main seat, playing with a long sword in her hand, and her red clothes were embroidered with peony patterns, which was elegant and elegant, showing her arrogance and nobility.

Hearing this, he raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Yan Yan, his eyes froze, "Are you ...... The prince of Yanguo? ”

"Blind?"

The room was silent.

Yan Yan was silent for a moment, and stood in front of the hall with his chin bowed, "Your Highness forgives your sins, Yan Yan's eyes are different from ordinary people, and he is afraid of disturbing His Highness, so he wears a white veil." ”

"Oh."

Yi Ci stopped wiping and fiddled with the long sword twice.

Ground.

The sword broke out of his hand and burst out of the air.

Yan Yan closed his eyes tightly, his hands clutched the corners of his robe, and the sound of the long sword breaking through the air was infinitely amplified in his ears.

He is not afraid of death.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

Several 'Your Highnesses' said in unison, and several people quickly got up, and only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief when they saw the long sword grazing across Yan Yan's sideburns.

Everyone turned their eyes to Yi Ci on the main throne, some people had anger in their eyes, some people had fear in their eyes, only Yuan Huaili, with exploration and curiosity in their eyes.

"Yan Gongzi, a pair of eyes as beautiful as emeralds, what is there to hide?"

The white yarn slowly fell to the ground.

Yan Yan slowly opened his eyes, raised his eyes and looked at Yici nervously, and his heart surged with strange excitement.

For the first time, someone complimented him on his beautiful eyes.

From the bottom of one's heart.

It's so natural and non-utilitarian.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Yan Yan's voice was half-hoarse.

Yi Ci hooked his fingers at Yuan Huaili, and his slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes looked at it meaningfully, "The rest of the people all retreat." ”

Yuan Huaili's fingertips moved slightly, and under Yici's ridiculous gaze, he slowly stepped forward.

When there was no one in the hall, Yici jumped off the wide chair and stood in front of Yuan Huaili, the same height made Yici feel a lot happier.

"You say, the world of the Pei family, will it ...... II and died? ”

Yuan Huaili instantly lowered his eyes and took a step back, "Your Highness can't discuss the government in vain!" ”

Yi Ci stepped forward and was aggressive, "Yuan Gongzi, do you think the Pei family will follow your deduction and drown in the tyranny and misery of the people step by step?" ”

Yuan Huaili was still expressionless, but he closed his eyes, "The grass people don't understand." ”

Yi Ci sneered, and his little face was covered with frost, "Yuan Gongzi, your so-called salvation of the common people in the world in Shangzhou is not a dirty heart?" For the so-called heavenly merit? ”

"Why didn't Yuan Gongzi speak?"

"Or, should I call you the Son?"

【what？ 】

The system felt a huge pull, and he was pulled from another host, just in time to hear his own host's words in the clouds.

I couldn't help but ask my soul.

Yi Ci completely ignored the system, grabbed Yuan Huaili's right hand, and revealed the familiar Buddha bead, the light sandalwood fragrance made people calm.

In the previous life, the little Dharma Protector also had an identical Buddha bead in his hand.

Yuan Huaili's eyes opened when he heard the words of the Holy Son, "Since Your Highness knows, why bother to expose it." ”

"Originally, the number of great cadres will indeed die in the second generation, but His Royal Highness's life cannot be deduced, and there is still some vitality in the great cadres."

"When will the Son leave?" Yici let go of his hand and asked.

"When the new dynasty was established." Yuan Huaili put away his robe and said slowly, "The new emperor is the seventeenth prince of the Zhou State. ”

"A year later, he will be sent to Daqian as a proton."

"Then the Holy Son can count his own destiny?" Yi Ci's eyes were gloomy, "Can you figure out who you will fold in?" ”

"The people of the Xuanmen cannot deduce their own destiny."

Yuan Huai bowed his head.

"Yuan Gongzi, what do you think should be the result of depriving you of your status as a holy son and pulling you into the bureau you personally organized?"

"Your Highness is at will."

How could he break the game easily if he played a good chessboard?

Yici chuckled, her eyebrows unrestrained.

"Your Highness is not like an eight-year-old child."

Yuan Huaili took a step back, calm and introverted.

"No, the main hall is indeed eight years old, and you are five thousand years old."

Yi Ci gave Yuan Huaili one last glance and walked towards the outside of the hall.

"The old cucumber is painted green - pretending to be tender."

Yuan Huaili: "......"

Even if he is 5,000 years old, he is still the appearance of a young man in the world, okay!

It's just that......

Yuan Huaili turned around and stared at Yici's figure that was gradually moving away, his eyes were solemn.

The upper continent cultivates with heaven-given merits, and the wars and strife in the lower continent and the stability of the prosperous world are the source of this heaven-given merits.

He deduced the heavenly machine and designed the situation in Xiazhou, so as to pray for merit in Shangzhou.

He came to Xiazhou for seven years, and thought that everything was going smoothly and boring, but Princess Zhaoyang, who was arrogant in the world, became the only change.

Yuan Huaili suddenly twisted the Buddha beads, closed his eyes and purified his heart.

The days are ordinary and turbulent.

The draft ended successfully, and Yuan Linglong was crowned a concubine in one fell swoop, given the number Chen, and given to live in Yanle Palace.

The night in the palace is very different from that outside the palace, and there are thousands of lights and stars and 10,000 people patrolling the night that should be dead and dull.

Yuan Linglong's pretty and delicate little face was slightly red, and she was wrapped in a splendid silk quilt, and she was sent into the powerful imperial palace with a bump.

In the Hanlong Palace, Pei Huaizhi was dealing with the twists and turns, and about half an hour, Wei Deshan sent a bowl of soup, "Your Majesty, this is a new recipe for conditioning the body sent by His Royal Highness." ”

Pei Huaizhi reluctantly took the soup bowl, glanced at the soup in the bowl decorated with rose petals, "Didn't tell her that I don't like roses?" ”

He is a big man, why do you have to put roses when he drinks medicine?

How do you write about him in the history books?

"Back to Your Majesty, I said." Wei Deshan was a little helpless, "It's just that Your Majesty also knows that His Royal Highness is stubborn and doesn't like to change his mind......"

Pei Huaizhi slapped the table.

"I don't see me in her eyes!"

Pei Huaizhi poured down the decoction one by one, glanced at the music on the table, stood up and walked out.

"These ministers are all wine bags and rice bags! Rubbish! ”

Wei Deshan lowered his head and said yes, and said, "Your Majesty, Concubine Chen is already waiting for you in the dormitory." ”

In the dormitory.

Yuan Linglong lay on the dragon couch, curiously looking at the luxurious layout of the dormitory.

Until when drowsy.

"Your Majesty has arrived—"

Yuan Linglong woke up suddenly, and when she saw it, there was a pair of black pointed dragon pattern cloth boots, up was a black regular clothes, embroidered with a piece of dark green bamboo, and the cloud pattern of the clothes was decorated, and the slender figure made Yuan Linglong blush, and she couldn't help but shrink back in Pei Huaizhi's sharp phoenix eyes.

The girl is pregnant with spring, floating on the surface.

"Jiangnan Yuan clan girl?"

Pei Huaizhi waved away everyone and walked towards Yuan Linglong.

Yuan Linglong pursed her lips slightly, and then half-covered the quilt in front of her, kneeling on the couch and saluting.

The body is half-covered and half-exposed, and the beautiful figure makes people think about it.

"Concubine to see Your Majesty."

Pei Huaizhi was pulled away, "Eighteen this year? ”

Yuan Linglong looked embarrassed, "Yes." ”

"Know what to do tonight?"

"Yes."

After a question and an answer.

Alienated strangers begin their own night.

For a long time, the clouds and rain stopped.

Yuan Linglong had shallow tears on her cheeks, and in a daze, she heard it.

"Your Majesty, do you want to give you a decoction?"

"Hmm."

Yuan Linglong was shaken awake, and the personal maid she brought was looking sad, "Niangniang, the shunzi soup sent by His Majesty has arrived." ”