Let's say that the princess has quit her brother and father and left the main hall of the Amethyst Palace in the night banquet, and the sleepiness gradually comes up.

The princess was slightly drunk, and when she stepped out of the main hall, she was drunk for the first time, and when she walked to the side hall of the guest side hall behind the main hall of the Amethyst Palace, she was already delirious. The princess swayed and groped her way forward, the door on the left, the door on the right, which room is my room, no matter, let's go in first.

Touching the left door and entering, as soon as the auxiliary door opened, the aroma of herbs and herbs in the house came out. This is a powerful tranquilizer, and the owner who lives in this house is afraid that he is an extremely active and restless master.

"No, this is not my room. The princess waved her hands wildly and muttered to herself.

I also looked for the room on the right and entered, this room was clean and tidy, the atmosphere was elegant, and it smelled familiar. "Hmm~ This must be my room. ”

Touched the room and found a Taishi chair to sit down. There is a screen in front of you that obscures the view, and when you look through the gap between the screens, there is a bed with green yarn flying not far away beckoning to you.

After that, he took off his shoes and socks, did not take off his clothes, and did not trim his hair ornaments, so he touched the bed and fell asleep soundly.

In the middle of her sleep, she suddenly noticed someone coming in from outside the door, and the princess opened her eyes vigilantly. I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and I have this vigilance. Moreover, at this time, the wine was also asleep, and when he heard the door "creak", he knew that someone had come in. Nishang held her breath and listened.

Outside the screen, there is a boy pouring tea in front of the desk with his back to him, looking for a cup with his left hand, and removing the copper kettle from the small charcoal stove with his right hand. After making hot tea, the house is full of the fragrance of tea.

Childe raised his glass with his left hand, and with his right hand he was about to take off his coat, and the white robe inside was already exposed.

Seeing this, the princess Ni Xiang, who was holding her breath in the house, couldn't help but heat her ears, closed her eyes and didn't dare to look at it again. Suddenly, the boy seemed to remember something again, and put the teacup on the table with a "bell".

When the princess opened her eyes again, she saw that the prince had opened the door again and went out.

After holding his breath for a while, he heard no more footsteps outside the door, and knew that there was no one around at this time. After looking closely, Fang finally confirmed that he had really strayed into the residence of the prince and grandson. It's a shame.

The princess got up from the bed and smoothed the sheets with her own hands. Well, it looks like no one has ever been here. The princess chuckled in satisfaction.

Nishang didn't leave the room immediately, but looked around the room. This house looks simple, but the silk and satin and furniture used are very noble.

When I looked at it again, the tea was still hot, but I didn't drink half of it. This man made tea and didn't drink it, so he hurriedly didn't know what to do again.

Just thinking about it, his eyes glanced to the right, and he saw a sword hanging on the wall, the sword body was red, the sword was not opened but exposed with cold light, and the sword pattern was engraved with several big words "Chixia Sword".

Ni Xiang's heart was pounding. How could I not know this sword! This is the sword of Chixia that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Fukuzawa royal family, and has now been given by the Holy Heaven to the current prince of Fukuzawa!

I actually strayed into the room of the eldest prince Xuanyuan Hui!

The princess was stunned, and a different emotion rose in her heart, which was introverted, calm, warm, and familiar. How could I have such feelings for this great prince whom I had never met before.

Unconsciously wet his eyes, a teardrop quietly slipped down his face.

It's not good, my worries are back in place, so it's better to get out of here quickly.

Nishang quietly left the room and closed the door.

Outside the Amethyst Palace, there is the West Mountain, looking up, the moonlight is bright, and the mountain shadow is faint. The Amethyst Palace is an attic, nestled between the boundary of the imperial city and the cliff of the West Mountain, with gurgling water flowing through the valley below the Amethyst Palace.

At this time, he was drunk and woke up, and in the middle of the night banquet, Nishang didn't want to return to the banquet in the hall, and thought, it would be better to go to this West Mountain to find a quiet place to enjoy the moon for a while.

Nishang walked the palace path, bypassed the main hall, passed through the corridor on the west side of the Amethyst Palace, stepped on the cliff wall of the West Mountain, and then climbed the steps along the top of the cliff to a very quiet grove behind the cliff of the West Mountain.

Speaking of this forest, the outside is ordinary, and the inside, although it is also an ordinary tree species, the posture of the tree is particularly peculiar. There is one tree that looks like an old man standing on his back, another that looks like a dragon with his head and tail swinging, and another that looks like a child standing in front of him and stretches out his arms to you, and the one next to it looks like a loving mother holding her hand.

In the moonlight, this forest flickered, and it felt more like it in the haze.

Ni Shang chose one of them, which looked like a child, and jumped up, sitting between the branches with her hands outstretched. With your back against the branches, look up at the moon.

The moonlight was pure and white, and the wind was blowing at this time, without the slightest cloud covering the eyes. The moonlight is so pure that it does not allow people to have the slightest distraction in their hearts at this moment. And the people who look at the moon, on the one hand, the emotions in their hearts surge, on the other hand, they blame themselves, all the men of the worldly things are vulgar things, even if the skin is good-looking, it is just a flesh fetus with intrigue and tricks, and there is nothing worth looking at.

Looking at the moon, I didn't realize that a teardrop slipped down my face. Ni Shang didn't rush to brush it off, but let it make a water mark on her cheek and then fall off on its own.

Not liking to cry but loving to cry is a major feature of the princess's neon dress. I don't like to cry because the princess is weak on the outside but strong on the inside, and if she loves to cry, it is really tears, she can't control herself, and she wants to flow out and fall.

Outsiders speculate that it is the environment in which the princess grew up that makes her often worried. King Wei is fierce by nature, and the prince and princess have no fatherly love since childhood. When Princess Nishang and Prince Xuanyu's biological mother, Princess Wei, were there before, they could still give the two princes and princesses a little warmth in the turbulent harem of the power struggle. Later, Princess Wei disappeared mysteriously, and the King of Wei and many opposition forces put the brother and sister in the status of puppets. His brother Xuan Yu said that he was the heir to the future throne, but in fact, he was just an empty shell with no appearance, and the future prince candidate, King Wei and the opposition forces had other plans.

The other splendid Qiankun bag around the princess's waist shook slightly, and suddenly a small snake came out of the bag. This snake has silver scales all over its body, only half a foot long, and it is very flexible when it sticks out its tongue and flicks its tail. The little silver snake swirled up the sleeve along the princess's arms and slid down her white neck.

The princess reached out and took the little snake off her neck, "What, you're laughing at me too?"

In the southeast direction, there was a sudden sound of flute, melodious and tactful, as if to say something.

"Who!" she glared angrily, changed her face and threw a dart at her, leaping from the tree. Ni Shang stood in place, pulled out his sword, the sword light was awe-inspiring, waiting for this deadly sword ghost.

In the faint light of the shadow of the tree, a person walked slowly, the wind curled and the clothes flew away, and the night was hazy and drunk.

Who is this person?