Chapter 27 Wushan Clouds and Rain are like a dream

"It's really romantic for a girl to wear this dress." The maid covered her mouth and smiled and watched Qiu Yao turn around in place.

Quju's deep clothes, white clothes are better than snow, Qiu Yao looked down at the clothes that were longer than her arms and legs, and suddenly felt a little itchy in her heart.

The original clothes were dirty. The maid's clothes were only one for two, and the palace clothes could not be worn. Qiu Yao had to let the maid take a suit from Song Yu's cabinet and change it for herself, so it became what it is now.

Qiu Yao looked at the white clothes with a faint fragrance, and always felt that people who wear this kind of clothes should have a cleanliness fetish. "I'd better tell him."

With too long clothes, Qiu Yao thinks that this dress can also be used as a wedding dress. When she wears it back, she can take it with her hand. After using it, it can also be used as a cultural relic auction.

Gently knocked on the door twice. Qiu Yao opened the door by herself when she saw that there was no movement. However, she saw that Song Yu was quickly put away a large piece of cloth and silk. She could faintly see that it was a picture on it. Qiu Yao knew that she had come at the wrong time and smiled a little, "I don't have a replacement clothes. I'll borrow your clothes for two days," she saw that Song Yu did not reverse. Yes, I had to add another sentence, "I'll wash it and change it for you."

"Ye-huh." Song Yu answered gently, picked up the scroll that had been rolled up and walked to Qiu Yao. She took out a white veil from the sleeve of Cining Palace and handed it to her, "Don't lose it again."

"Huh? Thank you~" Isn't this the veil she took to bandage the wound for the king of Chu? Qiu Yao put it back in her sleeve and felt that her palm was hot. "Then I'll go back to bed."

Song Yu watched her walk out of the door in her own clothes and skirt. Her clothes were flying, and there was a light magic show in the moonlight. She couldn't help tightening her hand holding the picture scroll.

Maybe she is really Yaoji.

Song Yu shook her head with a self-deprecating smile and walked out of the study. Tonight's Lan Palace looks particularly quiet. The corridor leading to the bedroom of the king of Chu is abnormally empty, and all the guards have been removed. The king of Chu is only worried about the abrupt goddess, but he doesn't know how dangerous he is that such a lax defense will put him in.

However, the guards at the gate of the palace were so tight that they were abnormal. Song Yulu seemed to glance at the door inadvertently. A sarcasm flashed through the deep black eyes.

Of course, he knew the reason why Xia Hou did this, and this had already been expected by him and Jing.

He calmly walked into the south courtyard where the scene was located. There was no one around the eaves except a few confidant bodyguards. A few minutes later, Song Yu led a woman in a green shirt to slowly walk out of the courtyard and heard Xia Hou's cold voice halfway.

"Lord Song, where are you going?" Xia Hou came from the side, followed by four bodyguards.

Song Yu's face was turbulent. She turned her face to meet Xia Hou's provocative eyes and said indifferently, "Naturally, I'm going back to my yard. Did Xia Hou forget that today's curfew will be in half a quarter of an hour?"

"Of course I remember, and I also know that this is what Lord Song means." Xiahou sneered and looked at the blue-shirted woman behind Song Yu, and his eyes were full of unconcealed pride. "Since I am responsible for the guarding of the Lan Palace, I naturally have the obligation to patrol around before the curfew, so that someone will pretend to be a ghost to deceive you and offend the noble goddess ~ the girl behind Song's body. It's very eye-catching. It's not the person in this palace, is it?"

"This is the personal maid brought by Ziyun from home. My side is understaffed and coincides with Ziyun's return to Yingdu, so I asked this girl Ziyuan to come to my yard to help."

"So that's it. I almost thought this was the so-called goddess." Xia Hou snorted coldly, and his eagle-like eyes stared at the person behind Song Yu, as if to see a hole.

"Xiahou laughed. The goddess is a fairy body. How can we and other ordinary people see it? The time is coming. Xiahou'd better go back as soon as possible. Song said goodbye first." Song Yu said and wanted to leave, but Xiahou still didn't stop.

"Tonight, the guards in the palace have been transferred to the gate of the palace. I'm afraid it's not safe to have only two guards in Lord Song's yard. These four servants are all good at hand, which can protect Lord Song well."

Song Yu looked at the four bodyguards who had crossed in front of her and frowned slightly. "Song prefers to be quiet."

"Hahaha, I think Lord Song is guilty." Xia Hou laughed so much that he did not see the sarcasm that flashed in Song Yu's eyes.

"Since Xiahou insisted on protecting each other, Song was disrespectful." Song Yuwu, the four bodyguards who bypassed the tiger's back and bear waist and were fully armed, walked to his yard. Purple Yuan followed closely, and the four bodyguards immediately followed.

Outside the courtyard, four bodyguards stood spontaneously at the gate of the courtyard - the only exit of the courtyard.

At the time of Hai, there was no one around the main hall. All the palaces were closed, and even the four guards guarding the door of Song Yu consciously pushed inside and closed the courtyard door.

The night moon stars are rare, and the orchid palace is surprisingly quiet. Only a few sad ape calls came from the Wu Gorge not far away.

After a while, a slender and graceful figure appeared on the corridor of the Orchid Palace, dressed in gorgeous clothes, ringing, the beauty's head drooped, and her beautiful face was hidden in the shadow cast by the moonlight through her temples. Walk in style, give birth to lotus step by step, step on the jade steps, and gently push the door of the hall.

One night of Wushan clouds and rain, countless descendants, or ** beautiful, or dreamy and hazy, really close to the facts, only one of Qinglian Jushi's interest--

Yaoji Heavenly Emperor, wonderful Chaoyun. Wan turned into the night dream, and he had no intention of Chu Jun.

Jin Yu hugs the autumn moon, Qi Xikong Lanfen. Who can test the confusion? It's a false biography of Song Yuwen.

At this moment, Song Yu is sitting on the edge of the desk as usual, as if nothing can stir up a wave in his heart. The candlelight is bright and dark, and there is no hot river emotion in the dark pupils like a secluded pool.

Ziyuan stood aside with her head down. She wanted to choke several times, but she had to swallow it rawly.

"You seem to be very wronged." Song Yu rubbed her eyebrows and said something that made people unable to distinguish between joy and anger.

"I... I just feel unworthless for the young lady." Since it was the other party's first mouth, she simply spit out the sadness in her heart.

Song Yu cooled down the candlelight, took out a piece of silk again, picked up the sheep hair, and wrote, "What's the value of getting the king's favor and wealth for life?"

"You know that Miss, she...she..." Ziyuan covered her face and cried. Naturally, she couldn't say the last half of the sentence. She thought that Song Yu should have known it, but he didn't continue the words, and he seemed to be sure that she didn't dare to go on.

A quarter of an hour later, a song "Ode to the Goddess" leaped on the cloth. The brushwork was vigorous and free, but the writer looked indifferent. After writing, he continued to read leisurely at night.

It's not just who knocked the gong of the second update. Song Yu's expression remained unchanged. The purple guise behind her was shocked when she heard it. Tears fell down again, but she resisted not making too much noise. She looked at the figure who was reading silently with tears in her eyes, and dared not say anything in anger.

Song Yu did not move, waiting for the dawn to come.

In the long night, the orchid palace changed from dark to brightly lit in an instant. In the bedroom, Xiong Heng looked at the empty space on his side in a trance. His gorgeous clothes were half open, his hair was messy, and his whole body seemed to have gone to the second.

Song Yu was ordered to come to the bedroom and saw such a scene. After saluteing, he asked in a low voice, "The king called me here late at night for the sake of the goddess?"

"It seems that I really saw the goddess. She is beautiful and beautiful, but I woke up in the middle of the night and found that there was no one beside me. This..." The bear sat on his knees at the head of the bed and looked up at Song Yu, and the Qingming in his eyes had not fully recovered.

"Don't be impatient, the king. Please think about it carefully. What tokens or words did the goddess leave during this period?" He got up with a palm lamp, changed his clothes and washed his clothes. After receiving the order, Xia Hou and others needed at least half a column of incense to get here, and he stayed up all night for the time of half a column of incense.

"Rong Gu thought about it... The goddess did say... She didn't sing a few words," Xiong Heng thought hard. "She sang 'Phoenix Mingyi, Yu Gaogang first. Wutong was born in the morning sun, and then said, 'Give a good match, always accompany you'... That's right, these are these two sentences!"

Song Yu meditated for a long time and explained slowly to Xiong Heng, who slowly woke up, "Phoenix, goddess, Gaogang, and the national capital. The sycamore tree is born in the sun, as in the east. From here to the east, it is the capital of the country. In this way, it is not difficult to understand the last two sentences. The king returned to the capital, granted amnesty and sacrificed, showing the world to marry the goddess, and the goddess can always accompany you.

"Song Aiqing's analysis is extremely good." Xiong Heng nodded with his eyes, put away his semi-open clothes, and raised his head after thinking for a long time. "When it's dawn, I will drive back to the capital... But I don't know how Jing Aiqing is discussing with Zhuang Yu."

"Don't worry, the king, Ziyun will live up to the king's expectations." As soon as Song Yu's voice fell, Xia Hou hurriedly walked in from outside the door and saluted the bear. Song Yu hooked his lips without a trace.

"Xiahou came just in time. He ordered to go down for Gu, and set off for the fourth update and return to the capital." Xiong Heng didn't wait for Xia Hou to speak and called two maids to get up. Song Yu said he left. Xia Hou couldn't do it, so he had to take the king's order and go out.

"Lord Song's move to transfer the tiger away from the mountain is really smart." As soon as he came out of the gate of the bedroom, Xia Hou couldn't help but complain. The Marquis of Zhou and others had just finished dressing up and were hurried to this end.

"Song is ignorant and doesn't understand why Xia Hou said this." Song Yu answered with her mouth, but her step did not stop and walked straight to her yard.

Xia Hou caught up quickly and stared at his beautiful side face that even the woman would be jealous of when she saw it. The moonlight before dawn made it more dusty. Xia Hou couldn't help but think about it, but he quickly came to his senses and sneer, "How dare Lord Song let me go to the hospital for a search?"

Song Yu paused and looked at Xia Hou with a blank face. His eyes were awe-sighted, "Xia Hou, please."

Xia Hou smiled coldly, "It's better for Lord Song to keep a low profile. A white foal is placed in a group of tall red horses, which seems a little abrupt."

Song Yu frowned slightly when she heard the words and tightened her hands in her sleeves.

It's his carelessness. How many omissions are there?

"That doesn't mean anything," Song Yu regained her composure and met Xiahou's provocative eyes without fear. "After all, the goddess has already been to the Orchid Palace."

"Since it's your person, you will naturally do what you want. Lord Song, please rest assured that I will not interfere in this matter. I just want to remind Lord Song to say a word - if you want people don't know, don't do it..."

"Xiahou's mention of Song must be engraved in his heart, but Xiahou should not only remind Song, but forget himself." Song Yu ignored him and turned around and walked towards his yard. When Zhouhou and others arrived, they happened to hear Song Yu's last words and then went to see Xia Hou's face. Obviously, it was not very good-looking.

"What are you doing here? Go back and pack up and get ready to go back to Yingdu!" Xia Hou brushed his sleeves and left. He thought he had the upper hand this time, but he was still tied by Song Yu.

However, the fact is not completely the same. There may be room for turning around in your own affairs. However, as long as Song Yu finds a person, he can never turn over.