641 Meet you

Before entering the Yaoxian Hall, Luo Wener was still thinking about Mao Mao and Doudou.

Although the two children are protected by spears and don't have to worry about their safety, they think of yesterday's gloomy hair, and in order to cover up this gloomy but exaggerated performance, her heart...

This child is becoming more and more like that person in terms of personality...

Her nose suddenly became sore, and she realized that she was only distracted and found that when Xuanyuan still stopped, and she just bumped into his back.

Xuanyuan still didn't return her head. With a stretch of her arm, she took herself back to her side.

She didn't have time to struggle, so she heard a report: "The Duke of Ning has arrived..."

After the announcement, his eyes seemed to fall on her inadvertently, and then slipped to the hand that stopped at her waist.

Xuanyuan never showed a woman around him, but he brought one yesterday. It is said that he even had children, which caused a sensation. It can be said that this is what happened inside and outside the palace this night.

I heard that the woman is beautiful and extraordinary, and looks like a noble person. The good people lined up the famous ladies they knew and even the princesses who were outstanding in various countries, and counted the noble women who had been in trouble because of the destruction of the country in recent years. It was not clear where this woman came from. She was so excited that she could not control herself, and now this...

He looked at the waist... His figure was not bad, but his face...

It seems that the rumors can't be trusted...

The servant secretly sneered and turned his eyes, and the hand was also withdrawn at this moment, and he grabbed her slightly when he left.

It's not blasphemy, but... he's telling her to calm down.

Yes, her fingertips are cold and her legs and feet are shaking...

What is she afraid of?

Raise your eyes...

The golden eyes are like a fairyland.

The emperor sits high on the throne, and important figures from various countries sit on both sides of the jade steps. Some are listening to the sound, some are changing cups, some are whispering each other, and sometimes smiling, with a piece of joy.

The sound in the hall was lively and chaotic, but it couldn't suppress her heartbeat. The sound made her seem to be flying clouds and fog. The hall was full of brilliant times, and all the people seemed to float up and shake in front of her eyes.

"Cloud, would you like to play a play with me? Only once..."

The man's voice sounded extremely low in his ears through the time and space of the years, and at this moment, who will play this play with her?

Xuanyuan still looked at her worriedly, moved quietly to her side, and his hand seemed to hold her arm inadvertently.

The servant's eyes came again...

She lowered her eyes and followed Xuanyuan to step on the carpet of red velvet and gold.

The rich peony above retreated under the palace satin beaded embroidered shoes, and the figures on both sides also moved on the edge of the line of sight.

Luo Wener didn't know if she was more careful. She always felt that although they were greeting each other, the eyes fell on her without omission. Even if the dense tassels hung on the side of her hair, she still couldn't stop a pair of exploration.

The hand in front of him gradually clenched.

Xuanyuan Shang said that he had arrived a long time ago, but where is he?

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in front of me, which seemed to be lively. At the same time, a kind, alienated, contradictory and complex fragrance floated over.

When you are out of your mind, you have to raise your head.

However, when the sight was clear and fell in front of him, he just clenched his bloodless hand.

Is it her illusion? Or is it because of the long separation that you feel that the strange fragrance in the past will be so strong?

It's like it's coming to the end, with all the enthusiasm...

Step by step, she followed Xuanyuan's figure, under the guidance of the maid of honor, worshipped the emperor and stopped at an old rhinoceros-horn red sandalwood case.

Xuanyuan was still sitting. As a maidservant, she stood behind her, lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, holding her breath.

However, as soon as she stood still and sat diagonally opposite, a pair of eyes suddenly swept over the case near the imperial step.

The speed was so fast and the temperature was so cold that it was like a cold wind with snowflakes outside the hall. She even heard the roaring wind brought by her eyes. Her hibiscus satin skirt, so heavy and complicated, trembled under this invisible blow.

The hall seemed to suddenly calm down, as if everyone was looking at this side. However, when the heartbeat is heard again, the hall is still lively.

However, there is a sound, like the wind passing through the forest, like an empty mountain and a clear spring.

However, it was cold and gloomy, as if it was wrapped in snow, floating, but it was hit over.

"The son of Xuanyuan, oh, now it's the Duke of Ning..."

Xuanyuan still heard it and nodded slightly to show politeness.

Qian Yumo smiled and continued to say, "It's too late this year. However, it can't be said late..."

He crooked on the edge of the desk and shook the agate wine cup, as if he was appreciating the pattern on it: "The Nangong Garden had been here a year ago, but I don't know why Duke Ning this time?"

For the lord of Xueling, he called his last name, Yu Xuanyuan, but he called him a title, which is self-evident.

Xuanyuan smiled and said, "In fact, my lord misses the emperor and is uneasy day and night, so even if he gets the consent of the emperor, he is specially ordered to come to visit him and congratulate him on his new year and everything is going well."

After saying that, he saluted again.

Qian Yumo smiled and still stared at the cup, but Luo Wener felt that the eyes were burning towards her.

There is no wind in the hall, but a snow robe seems to be floating.

According to what she knows about him, this is a sign of his anger.

Did he recognize her?

Even if she changed her face and made herself so cumbersome, did he recognize her?

I don't know whether it's happy or sad.

What is happy is that only when you think deeply and love so much can you feel the existence of your loved one only by a wisp of breath in the air; what you are worried about is...

She looked at Xuanyuan Shang and raised her glass to reply. She was calm and calm. She unconsciously clenched her hand and pressed down the sourness between her throat.

However, maybe she is over-minded. Because the man opposite only said these two words and continued to be happy in the hall, and he seemed to be accompanied by a woman, smiling from time to time.

Yes, this person has always been vicious, especially when he has seen his opponent, and he will not give up if he is not embarrassed.

She couldn't help laughing, but her heart was empty and there was no landing.

She stared at her hand, lowered her eyes regularly, and tried to look at him on the edge of her sight. But I only saw a touch of snow, which appeared and disappeared with his smile, as if avoiding her search and deliberately attracting her attention.

She clenched her lips and tried to capture his words in the chaos.

His voice has always been gentle and light, like running water, like silk, and now it seems to be sprinkled with a layer of pearl powder on it, which is more bright and pleasant. Obviously, it is full of vitality.

It seems that the bad news about his health is really fake, but what's wrong with this person? Normally, he should pretend to be weak and win the sympathy of the emperor and everyone, so as to avoid the war and expose the truth. Even if it has not been found yet, it is always good to delay the time. Because Xia Yubing's death is true, Qian Yuyi now has the time and energy to watch Wuya being besieged? So he can take the opportunity to prepare instead of...

From her perspective, she can clearly see Dongfang Xu, the lord of the country, because his seat is on the right side of Xuanyuan Shang. At this time, the man in the same snow coat had a cold face, like an iceberg, which was incompatible with the bustle of the hall.

The knife-like side face becomes more and more fierce because of the tightness, and even the thin lips seem to cut the air.

He raised his glass, drank it all, and then knocked the wine cup on the table. His eyes swept away, and his gray eyes stared straight at Qian Yumo.

But the latter still talks and laughs without any awareness.

A thin sweat oozed from the palm.

Qian Yumo, what's wrong with you? What's your play?

The maid in pink filed in, and the hall suddenly burst into laughter with surprise.

Xuanyuan looked back at her and moved the corners of his lips: "Would you like to sit down and try the new dish?"

Before Luo Wener could refuse, a voice flew across: "The Duke of Ning has won the hearts of the people during this period..."

Qianyu ink held the wine cup, and his jade-like eyes cast cold light at the corners of his eyes, shooting straight to this side, like a sharp arrow, "ding" and nailed to the table.

"Use small buckets to levy taxes on the people, and use big buckets to lend food to the people. In this way, who is profiting? Whose profit is it?" The corners of the lips are slightly hooked, and the charm is full of charm: "The territory of Xueling seems to have expanded again in the past two years. Han, Wei and Zhao have taken the initiative to rely on. In this case, Xueling has a land that can grow crops, and there is no need to exchange money for food for selling incense. The Duke of Ning asked people to try his best to reclaim and reward farmers, but did not increase taxes. Nowadays, no matter the people in China or the country, who does not praise the kindness and benevolence of the Duke of Ning? I don't mention Nangongyuan, even the emperor..."

"Wang Shang..." A voice sounded eagerly but gently.

The corners of Luo Wen'er's eyes jumped... Shufei? The woman who has been with him is her! He, they...

For a moment, I only felt that the soles of my feet were weak, and everything in front of me shook with the light and shadow folded out of the tassels like a layer of fog.

I don't know how far and how long it took for Qian Yumo's voice to come. It was cold and emotionless, but it sounded ironically in his ears: "... The princes have always been the leader of the country. Is Xueling going to replace the country of the country as the alliance?"

"King..." Shufei's voice was really urgent this time.

Luo Wener doesn't know whether her brain is stagnant or running rapidly.

Is Qian Yumo's move a disaster? With the help of Xuanyuan's measures in China to provoke the relationship between kings and ministers? Taking advantage of the growing growth of Xueling to arouse Dongfang Xu's suspicion? If so, the death of the thirteenth princess is not so important, and the suspicion of him can be put aside for the time being...

Just as Xuanyuan said, if you want the front waves to disappear, you can only cover them with the back waves, and here, there is never a lack of wind and waves.

Really, Dongfang Xu's gray eyes have glanced over, with a breath of death.