After the song, everyone had a smile on their faces.

Song Su Qingying blessed her body, and Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the slight smile contained in Pei Muyao's eyes, raised her lips, and lowered her eyes waiting for the person above to speak.

This frontier song was not sent by Song Linxiao, but a song from the piano book given by Pei Muyao not long ago, and it is also the only one with a far-away flavor.

It wasn't until she received the piano book sent by Song Linxiao that she knew that she had come from afar.

The emperor's eyes on the high seat moved slightly, his eyes looked at Pei Muyao with a heavy light, and his thin lips pursed.

After a long time, he said, "Reward." ”

Song Suqing bent his knees: "Emperor Xie." ”

After finishing speaking, he retreated to the location where the Hou Mansion was.

Song Yi and Xu breathed a sigh of relief, Xu took his daughter's hand and handed over a glass of water: "Drink saliva to suppress the shock." ”

Song Suqing said 'um' with a calm expression, picked up the cup and drank the tea, the slightly trembling fingertips covering the cup revealed the tension in her heart, and her eyes crossed the layers of figures on the left side and fell on Pei Muyao's angular side face, and she was a little hesitant in her heart.

Not long ago, the idea of a joke broke into her mind, and her thoughts shook like Nezha's trouble, and it was like a fire in a short time. Gun. Piercing into the mountains took root in her mind.

This Hongmen banquet is here, it is not over for her and it is imminent, if nothing else, the marriage decree will arrive at the Hou Mansion within this month, and this object is only Pei Yichen.

Thinking of this, Song Suqing shuddered and stopped his thoughts, and when he looked closely, he found that Pei Muyao didn't know where he went.

Song Suqing took a sip of tea, and the tea in the cup had bottomed out, just as thorough as her previous road.

The long palace banquet continued, and it was already three o'clock when it ended.

Because of the appropriate playing, Song Suqing was also stopped by many people on the way to leave with her parents to congratulate her, and it was two quarters of an hour later when she really left the palace, and there were only a few carriages waiting outside the palace at that time.

The maids were all guarding outside, and when they saw Song Suqing coming out, they hurriedly greeted them, and the maids had already heard about what happened at the palace banquet, and the painting screen and the peach picking were overjoyed to see the faint eyes of their own young lady, and they all stopped laughing at the corners of their mouths.

Song Suqing patted their hands, "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." ”

Having said that, both the painting screen and the peach picking could see the little worry in her eyes, and looked at her worriedly.

Song Suqing knew that he couldn't hide it from the two of them, so he didn't hide it, so he swept his eyes: "What about Mingyue?" ”

The painting screen was stunned for a moment, and looked around for a week, "Ah, I was still here just now, why did I turn my head and disappear." ”

"There!" Peach picker pointed to the tree road not far away.

Song Suqing looked along her fingertips, the palace lights on both sides outside the palace gate were lit, and standing in front of Ming Yue was Zechuan, who seemed a little anxious for some reason.

According to the laws of this dynasty, the canonized prince can only bring one guard to the palace, and this time it is Qi'an who accompanies Pei Muyao into the palace, and Zechuan can only wait outside.

Zechuan saw Song Suqing when he spoke, and the words that overflowed into his mouth paused.

Both parents had already gotten into the carriage, and Song Suqing couldn't go over when he saw Ming Yue trotting back, so he glanced at Zechuan and asked, "What happened?" ”

Ming Yue shook her head: "Brother Zechuan told me to serve the girl wholeheartedly. ”

Song Xuqing's eyes flashed a little, and he looked at Ming Yue suspiciously, but he didn't see anything abnormal.

Seeing the carriage of the Hou Mansion leave, Zechuan paced on the palace street uneasily, looking at the palace from time to time, but he never saw anyone deliver the news out, only half an hour ago, the emperor was furious, and called the prince to Chengtian Palace.

Inside the Chengtian Palace.

The dazzling imperial case in the palace was slapped with a muffled sound, and the emperor glared angrily at Pei Muyao, who was standing in front of the imperial case, and walked around with his hands behind his back, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he picked up the tea cup on the table and threw it over!

The porcelain bowl collided with the ground to create a crisp and pleasant sound, and scattered fragments rose and swept across the back of Pei Muyao's bubbling hands, and scarlet blood poured out.

The fragments suddenly crossed and caused a little pain, and Pei Muyao's expression did not change.

The emperor's eyes sank like the swamp water of the black pool, and he propped up the imperial case and said: "Take back your words today, I will treat them as if I didn't hear them." ”

"If my father doesn't hear it, my son can tell you again that my son is happy with Song Suqing, the daughter of the Marquis of Xuanwu, so he came to ask his father to fulfill it."

Pei Muyao's voice was clear and calm, as always, there were no emotional ups and downs, but at this time, it fell into people's ears like a hunting beast, with a little imperceptible violence.

"Rebel!" The emperor's brows tightened together, and he asked sharply, "Are you threatening me?" ”

"Erchen didn't mean that." Pei Muyao lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down, his deep and unfathomable eyes lifted slightly: "The son is just asking to marry a person he likes, and he has no intention of threatening his father." ”

At this time, it was not a wise move for him to marry Song Suqing, but it was an effective move.

After he made a fuss tonight, Pei Muyao didn't think that his father would settle the matter tonight, whether it was to hand over the marriage decree of Song Suqing and Pei Yichen to the Xuanwu Marquis Mansion according to the original plan, or to really accept his words and change the name on the marriage decree to his, it would not be tonight.

In order to avoid disputes among the brothers, he would only drag it with a cold eye, as if nothing had happened, but perhaps one day he would make a cold decision.

A breath of anger surged up in his heart, and the emperor coughed violently.

Pei Muyao stood up, walked to the desk and took a new cup of tea and handed it over.

"Who told you to stand up?" The emperor glared at him while drinking tea, and finally smoothed this breath, seeing this son kneeling obediently, he exhaled heavily, "I taught you when you were young, brother and brother Gong brother and brother Gong, where have you learned?" ”

Brothers, friends, brothers, brothers

This word was like a dense needle, piercing Pei Muyao's calm and watery expression flashed with ruthlessness.

The emperor was angry on his head, and did not take his eyes into his eyes, and said calmly: "Some time ago, there was a lot of uproar, you knew that your imperial brother had the idea of marrying her as a concubine, but today you mentioned this matter to me, do you want to rob him?" ”

Hearing this, Pei Muyao raised his head, his dark eyes fell on the emperor's eyes, the palace lamps and candles hanging on both sides of the palace wall fluttered in the wind, and a shadow flashed on his face from time to time, showing the meaning of thinness.

He laughed and said: "When I was young, my father also taught his sons that if they wanted to, they would fight, and today their sons want to ask to marry someone they like, so what's wrong." ”

"You're justified today!" The emperor paused when he lifted the tea lid, and he had to put the tea lid down, his eyes were dark and uncertain: "There are many noble women in Beijing, and there are many women of your age, why do you want to target a Song Suqing, are you really happy with her, or do you want to fight with your imperial brother." ”

"There are a lot of ladies of school-age in Beijing, why does the imperial brother like Song Xuqing." Pei Muyao didn't answer the rhetorical question, and without waiting for the emperor to answer, he threw out a question: "Who doesn't know why His Royal Highness the Prince's heart is pleased with the sister of Gu Changfeng, the young secretary of Dali Temple, and why he asked to marry the daughter of the Marquis of Xuanwu, the son is dull, but he asks his father to answer." ”

He said stupidly to solve, but in his tone he knew the answer.

The corners of the emperor's mouth sank a little, and he panted slightly and waved off the bench and sat down, seeing that he was about to be sick by this rebel today.

The bureau operated by the hand of Concubine Roujia is particularly rough, but the roughness is rough to avoid long nights and dreams, who knows that this rough bureau is still set up late, and when he heard the repertoire played by Song Suqing, the emperor knew that it was not good.

It was the piano book he gave to Pei Muyao, naturally he gave it away after playing it, and those few pieces were still the only ones in the previous dynasty, and the musicians in the palace did not necessarily hear it, and they fell silently in the hands of a marquis's maid, if it wasn't for his son who personally sent it, who else would enter his airtight courtyard and take it away.

The emperor's knuckles slowly knocked on the imperial case, and his deep eyes made it difficult to understand his thoughts, "Confused things, I will give you one last chance, take back these words and don't mention them again in the future." ”

The ministers of the DPRK and China privately said that the thoughts of the saints today are unfathomable, but they have never given people many opportunities, and if they do not seize one opportunity, there will be no next one.

And today, he gave Pei Muyao a second chance.

Pei Muyao knelt on the palace with a straight back, and if outsiders broke in, he wouldn't feel that he was kneeling for a while.

He looked at the emperor without blinking for a moment, and repeated unhurriedly: "What the son wants to say is still the same, and I ask my father to fulfill it." ”

"Rebel! Confused stuff! Worse than useless! The emperor's face became gloomy again, and he was so angry that he slapped the imperial case several times with his palm, pointed at Pei Muyao and threatened: "If you insist on this, Song Su Qingzhen will kill him!" ”

The anger in Pei Muyao's eyes flashed, and his thin lips pursed slightly.

This smear. The emperor did not miss it, and for a while, his eyes were as heavy as a rainstorm covered with black clouds, and he pressed towards Pei Muyao in a swaying manner.

The palace people waiting outside the hall were headed by Chen Shen, and since they came back from the palace banquet, they have been kneeling with their heads grabbing the ground and holding their breath, and they dare not come out.

"Chen Shen!" The Emperor was furious and said, "Take the whip!" ”

Chen Shen was stunned for a moment when he straightened his back, and his eyes were slightly bright: "Yes." ”

When he got up, he nodded at the apprentice on the side and whispered, "Stupid! What are you still doing here, go and ask the queen to come. ”

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Chapter 47: Flogging

(And today, you have done a dead hand on him)

The long whip made of leather varies in thickness, and the slender tip of the tail is just like a baby's forearm, leaving marks not only on the body of a person, but also on the trunk of a century-old tree.

Chen Shen held the end plate inside, bowed down and walked to the imperial case without squinting, and before he could put it down, he felt a loosening of his hand, and the long whip sitting on the plate was taken away.

He took a secret breath in his heart.

Before he had even stepped on the threshold of the palace gate, he heard the whistling wind of the soft whip, followed by the whip and the meat. The sound of bodies colliding.

Startled, Chen Shen hurriedly withdrew and closed the door.

He swept his eyes around: "Today's events are all tightly spoken, if it is known by people outside the Chengtian Palace, no one present will have good fruit to eat." ”

In an instant, whip and meat. The sound of bodies colliding was heard again.

Chen Shen's eyebrows tightened, and he waved his hand to order the rest of the people to retreat and wait outside.

Nine whips fell, and the last whip actually cracked the dark brocade, and the thick and eye-catching marks loomed.

The emperor's whip was slightly stiff, but it still landed on Pei Muyao's back.

The whip slammed the back of the back, and the tense thin muscles pressed down for a moment and then raised, Pei Muyao's inky black pupils sank suddenly, and his thin lips overflowed with a muffled snort.

The emperor raised the long whip to the ground, holding the imperial case in his palm and panting, Seeing his expression faint and pursed his lips silently, the liver fire that was relieved exploded again: "Stubborn!" ”

The corners of Pei Muyao's sinking mouth curved, and his red eyes overflowed with a little mockery.

"Your Majesty." Chen Shen knocked on the door, "The queen is here." ”

The emperor's angry eyes were stunned, and he glanced at Pei Muyao, who was kneeling, and rubbed his fingertips against the sides of his nose a few times, "Enter."

The palace door was pushed open, and the creaking echoed in the quiet air.

Xu Jincheng entered, and what caught her eye was the red and purple whip mark on the back of Pei Muyao's neck, and the long whip nailed down on the ground made her eyes tremble fiercely, and she couldn't stop trembling.

A pair of misty eyes looked at the emperor, a faint bitterness spread in his mouth, the corners of Xu Jincheng's mouth opened for a long time, and said in a trembling voice: "Pei Yu, you really hate me." ”

She called his name as she had done when she was younger, but her tone was not as lively and delicate as it had been then.

Hearing this title again was like a world away, Pei Yu's hand pinching the wing of his nose paused and slowly fell, but when he saw her flickering helplessness through the fog that swirled around her eyes, his hand tightened.

Xu Jincheng stopped looking at him, stepped forward to hold Pei Muyao's arm, the surging heat burned her palm, her dry throat hurt, and when she raised her eyes again, she had regained her tranquility.

"The concubine has lost two children, and the emperor doesn't like it anymore, please let go of my two children in the face of the concubine's parents who died for the dynasty."

The dry voice was mixed with tightness, Pei Yu's fingertips brushed the teacup, and only sadness was left in the eyes that looked directly at him, waving at him overwhelmingly, and he would not be able to grasp it in the next second.

He nervously called her nickname, "Little Orange." ”

Xu Jincheng ignored him, and looked at Pei Muyao up and down from the side, for fear of missing a wound.

Pei Muyao squeezed her palm with his backhand, "My son is fine." ”

"Chen Shen." The Emperor called.