027 Beautiful Bride

"Woth, it's up to you what to do. I'm leaving!" He jumped without trace and disappeared into the pale night.

Murong Xueyan was in the moonlight, alone, and drank wine again. In this era, in addition to knowing some traditional Chinese characters, her other gain is that she learned to drink. When you are happy, wine can help you cheer up; when you are depressed, you can relieve your worries.

She held up the jar and poured down the hotel, and her vision gradually blurred. She saw a man's figure approaching her in a trance...

"The daughter of the prime minister's mansion, the princess who was personally canonized by the empress dowager, drink like this, what kind of style is it?" The man grabbed her wine jar.

"Whether it's a daughter or a princess, which one is not a false name?" Murong Xueyan smiled faintly, "Buddhists say that color is empty, and empty is color. Why stick to the form?"

"When did you understand Buddhism?" The man seemed to be a little stunned.

Mu Xueyan's head also turned back, poured a sip of wine, smiled cheerfully, and his eyes were detached: "Buddha said, 'Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not Taiwan. Originally, there is nothing, where does it cause dust? What's the matter with things in this world, whether they are famous or unknown?

"Do you think the same way about our wedding this time?" The person's tone was full of nameless anger.

Murong Xueyan slowly turned her head and looked at the man beside her.

"Are you... Nangong Yi?!" Recognizing the man in front of her, she suddenly hit a thrill and woke up more than half.

"It's me." Nangong Yi replied in a flat voice.

Murong Xueyan quickly put down the wine jar, and the whole person stood up straight and faced him meticulously.

"I heard all the words you said to that guy just now." Nangong Yi looked directly at Murong Xueyan.

Murong Xueyan instinctively retreated and said tremblingly, "You, what are you talking about?"

"The border city is dead, in whose hands did it die?" Nangong Yi bullied her, "You played the riddle for a long time, and I didn't understand it at all."

"I'll tell you who he died at, and what's the point? Anyway, you won't believe it." Murong Xueyan proudly raised her face and suddenly thought of an important question - "Hey, how did you get in?"

"I flew in." Nangong Yi coughed twice and pretended not to care and said, "I heard that a man was poisoned and was about to die, so I came to see if this person was dead or not?"

"Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed with the culprit. I'm very good. Now I'm strong enough to fight with a cow." Murong Xueyan issued an eviction order. She was too afraid that she would be decided by Nangong Yi again. King Jing, please go back, or don't blame me for inviting me to the nursing home to greet you.

"Conservatory?" Nangong Yi smiled conceitedly: "With these wine bags and rice bags, are also my opponent?"

"Real? But tomorrow, there will be rumors inside and outside the government and the opposition that the king of Jing will break into the prime minister's mansion at night with bad intentions.

"If it is rumored that I broke into Princess Ping'an's boudoir, I don't know whose loss is greater?" Nangong Yi simply took it out.

Unexpectedly, Murong Xueyan just smiled carelessly: "I used to be your next cousin, and I don't care about losing face again. What's more, fame and fortune are like floating clouds for me, and I don't value it.

Now Nangong Yi was completely choked and could no longer speak. He looked at Murong Xueyan and was stunned.

"What, does King Jing really want to work with the nurse in my house?" Murong Xueyan sneered.

"Bad girl!" With a secret spell, Nangong Yi flew away sideways and soon disappeared into Murong Xueyan's sight.

For no reason, Murong Xueyan sighed quietly.

The next morning, Murong Xueyan entered the palace and did not go directly to Changxin Palace. She first went to Du Lanruo's Yilan Hall to discuss with her about the disclosure of Concubine Yun.

"Xueyan, I always think that this is still insufficient evidence." Du Lanruo analyzed, "The jade pendant can be forged. If the letter is written by Concubine Yun, then you will testify against her, and you will be accused of slandering the imperial concubine."

"But... I'm sure it's her." Murong Xueyan's hatred was hard to dispel, "Lan Ruo, do you know that in order to save me, Leng Zihan lost an eye..."

"Xueyan, I have a way for you to get Yunfei's font and proofread it with the font on the note." If Duran meditate a little, he has a countermeasure.

"What's the way?"

"A few days ago, didn't Concubine Yun go to Xiangguo Temple to pray for the blessing of the child in her womb? Now you can let the concubines in the harem copy scriptures to pray for the country through the empress dowager. At that time, you can accompany the empress dowager to review, and you can get the words written by Yunfei.

"It sounds like a good idea." Murong Xueyan secretly congratulated herself that she had found Du Lanruo in advance. Otherwise, with her strength, she would not only not be able to cure Concubine Yun, but also make herself in a dilemma, and it would be more difficult to be a person in front of Nangong Yi.

After saying goodbye to Du Lanruo, Murong Xueyan went straight to Changxin Palace and spoke to the empress dowager and said what she thought.

"It's really a good idea. Xueyan, you stay and stay with Ai's family for a while, and get familiar with the palaces. The Empress Dowager nodded and smiled, and ordered, "Little Road, Cuiping, you go and invite the ladies of each palace to visit Changxin Palace. The mourning family also took the opportunity to make Changxin Palace lively.

In the past half an hour, there were concubines, concubines and talents in the palace, all gathered in Changxin Palace with a maid of honor. Headed by Concubine Yun, followed by the recently new Concubine Lan, Du Lanruo, Concubine Dance, and three Jieyu, four talented people.

"The mourning family had a dream last night. I dreamed that the Buddha said to the mourning family: 'Today's national strength is prosperous, but the weather is unpredictable.' You should accumulate virtue and do good deeds as soon as possible to turn into the sins of others. The mourning family decided to donate 5,000 taels of silver to Xiangguo Temple tomorrow to repair my Buddha's golden body. In addition, I also hope that each palace can contribute to copying a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures.

The Empress Dowager explained the beginning and end of the matter to everyone with a pleasant face, and immediately ordered the maids of honor to give the scriptures, paper and pen to the ladies.

The maids of the palace took over the scriptures for themselves, and the maids of honor who came with them began to study ink.

Murong Xueyan held the empress dowager, inadvertently bypassed behind the others, and finally stopped behind Yunfei.

"Empress Dowager, Princess Yun's handwriting is really good!" Murong Xueyan pretended to praise, leaning closer and carefully looking at the words written by Concubine Yun.

... These words are not the same as those on the note. Concubine Yun's handwriting is beautiful and elegant, probably because her father is a scholar and a family background, and the handwriting on the note can only be barely correct.

It is very obvious that the letters between Concubine Yun and the border city are all written by others.

Therefore, the so-called evidence in her can't be regarded as evidence...

Murong Xueyan was dejected, but there was nothing she could do. While silent, the Empress Dowager suddenly asked, "Xueyan, have you set the wedding date with King Jing?"

As soon as this was said, Murong Xueyan had not answered, but she saw that Yunfei's hand trembled, the brush fell, and her sleeves were full of ink.

"Yu Fei, what's wrong with you?" The Empress Dowager asked indifferently.

"My concubine suddenly felt unwell, so I lost my honor. Please forgive me." Concubine Yun leaned down and knelt down, her face as pale as paper.

Murong Xueyan looked at the woman who was sober and thought about it. She said a few intentional words and said, "Empress dowager, Xueyan will marry King Jing again the day after tomorrow. Xueyan heard that the Empress Yunfei and King Jing are old acquaintances. I don't know if she can dare to invite the Empress to the wedding banquet?

"I am a dragon descendant, and it is inconvenient to move. I'm afraid I can't go to the banquet." Yunfei refused with a strong smile.

"In this case, you can retreat first. You have always been delicate, so don't make any mistakes."

Obviously, it was a word of comfort. Hearing it, there was a sense of warning. Murong Xueyan couldn't help admiring the Empress Dowager's dictiveness.

Yunfei took a moment and retreated.

Murong Xueyan's inquiry was fruitless. She was very disappointed, and it was not easy to show it on her face, so she had to accompany the empress dowager patiently. The Empress Dowager saw that her face was impatient and asked thoughtfully, "Xueyan, what's wrong with her body when she is recovering from a serious illness?"

The Empress Dowager's question happened to give her a chance to get out. She quickly knelt down and said, "Go back to the Empress Dowager, the sun was poisonous when Xue Yan came. She thought she was suffering from heatstroke, and she felt a little impatient."

"Go back and have a rest. You will get married the day after tomorrow. You must take good care of yourself." The Empress Dowager took care of the way and ordered the father-in-law to take a ginseng and give it to Murong Xueyan.

"The Empress Dowager's reward, Xue Yan is ashamed to accept it." Murong Xueyan hurriedly knelt down and thanked.

"Get up, my family recognizes you as a righteous daughter, and you are like a daughter in your heart. For the wedding the day after tomorrow, you must follow the princess's wedding ceremony, which will not humiliate you and save the face lost in the last wedding. The Empress Dowager's concern for her is sincere. "You must have suffered a lot when you were a child. I also hope that you can be extremely prosperous from now on."

"The Empress Dowager..." Murong Xueyan's eyes turned red and she almost cried. In addition to her father Murong Rui, this is the second elder from her heart, which makes her think about it.

"Go down and have a good rest for two days to prepare for the wedding. I believe that Xue Yan must be the most beautiful bride in the capital.

"Yes." Murong Xueyan retreated in awe, and she was still moved for a long time.