Chapter 51 Pear Blossom Brewing in the Moon Hall

The stars and the moon turned, and Shen Sirong wore a moon-white silk dress with brilliant colors. Between the shadows of the leaves, there is a thick black. Black and white are deadlocked and particularly incompatible. The low-hanging head clamped with black smooth hair hanging down the shoulders, and the eyebrows were as faint as smoke.

raised his hand slightly, and the fine footsteps behind him gradually faded away. Xiao Yuanqi's ink robe made his face more and more like a crown and his eyes were brilliant.

He stared at the white figure not far away, with a little arc on his lips, and his indifferent eyes oozed a little soft. Walking away, the dark clothes blended with the ghosts of the night. After walking behind Shen Sirong and stopping, Xiao Yuanqi picked down a withered petal on her shoulder and touched the person in meditation.

"Your Majesty." Shen Sirong smiled faintly, but couldn't hide the bitterness on his cheeks.

Xiao Yuanqi wrapped his shoulder and asked softly, "What on earth happened?" Is it so tricky?" The voice gradually lowered, and a trace of worry inevitably came out of his mouth.

Shu unfolded the gully between his eyebrows, and Shen Sirong looked up and said, "Go to check Fu Rongxiang, but Wang didn't admit that this matter was the fault of my concubine, but fortunately, Fu Rongxiang was examined by Dr. Ning before giving it to Wu Wanqing. However... when it comes to magnolia grass, it is really difficult to investigate..."

When mentioning the magnolia grass, an anger in Xiao Yuanqi's abdomen surged up, burning his heart like gushing magma. Feeling a sense of anger from the hand on his waist, Shen Sirong hesitated to put his hand on his head. After a long time, Xiao Yuanqi spit out a burst of depression in his heart.

"Thank you for your hard work..."

I don't know whether this hard work is for "poison" or for this reason.

"How on earth can I check that? Magnolia grass involved Wu Wanqing and Liu Ran, or even Wang Shu could not escape. It's not easy to find out like this.

Xiao Yuanqi thought for a while, and his sword eyebrows flew backwards between his temples. He ordered in a low voice, and as soon as the words entered Shen Sirong's ears, they were blown away by the wind.

In the middle of the moon, the moonlight gradually revealed some orange light, dyeing the clouds around a little intoxicated. Xiao Yuanqi took a whim and pulled Shen Sirong to walk away.

"Where is the emperor going?" Not long after, Xiao Yuanqi raised his breath and took Shen Sirong up and down under the eaves of the palace.

Shen Sirong did not panic, and his wide eyes were very clear. Xiao Yuanqi saw that she was indifferent and walked to an open space. Xiao Yuanqi stepped on the branches and went straight up to the sky, and then his hand firmly fixed on her waist couldn't help loosening. Shen Sirong's clothes flew up and his body slid down.

Still not panicked, Shen Sirong allowed Xiao Yuanqi to hug her horizontally before she landed.

"You really deal with things coldly. Doesn't even change the color like this?" Xiao Yuanqi pecked gently on the side of her neck, but made Shen Sirong's face turn red.

"Oh? Now I'm shy, and I don't know that the noble concubine would blush.

Xiao Yuanqi couldn't help but feel happy, and a shallow laugh overflowed from his throat. Shen Sirong actually didn't panic, but he just knew that someone would catch her. Being teased by Xiao Yuanqi, Shen Sirong thought about him. Looking left and right, isn't this the East Palace?

"Do you remember that secret road?"

Seeing the question flashing in Shen Sirong's pupil, Xiao Yuanqi took the initiative to solve the puzzle and said, "There is a good wine I hid when I was a child - pear white. And the flower is not an ordinary pear flower, but is brewed by the stamens picked on the first day of the pear blossom. It has been hidden for 15 years, and I haven't tasted it once. I don't know if the noble concubine would like to accompany one or two today?

Xiao Yuanqi removed the title, and Shen Sirong no longer claimed to be a concubine.

"I also want to taste this pear white with dragon spirit." After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled and walked hand in hand into the moon hall. When I came back again, it seemed that something was different.

There is no one living in the Moon Hall, and there are dark dust spots. Xiao Yuanqi opened the secret road and took out the fire fold in his arms and lit the golden dragon red candle beside him. Shen Sirong walked down the steps at the dark road, following Xiao Yuanqi. My feet are a little unstable, which is caused by the cold and humid weather today. Shen Sirong reached out to hold the stone pier beside him, and his finger suddenly hurt. Shen Sirong was pressed by a hard object on the stone pier.

Pry up the hard object until you sit down at the wooden table and look down. It is clearly a crystal grain. Shen Sirong's eyes were stunned, and he clenched the crystal, his chest heaved uncontrollably, and frowned at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yuanqi, who picked up a jar of white pear blossoms, turned his head and saw Shen Sirong's appearance and asked worriedly.

Shen Sirong smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm just bored." With that, he bent down, covered his chest with one hand and hung beside his ankle with the other.

He picked up the pear white with one hand and put the red candle on the wine jar. Xiao Yuanqi helped Shen Sirong stand up: "This place is indeed very stuffy. The wine has been taken. Let's go to another place."

With that, Xiao Yuanqi took Shen Simong out of the secret road.

The place mentioned by Xiao Yuanqi is on the top of the Moon Hall. When Shen Sirong fell steadily, she found that the Moon Hall where she lived was not only a secret road. There was a flat corner on the top of the hall, which was covered with warm jade. Falling on the body, I unconsciously dissipated the cold at night.

"I have lived in the Moon Hall for so long, but I haven't found this place." Shen Sirong looked down, and the scenery in the courtyard seemed to be a little different from before.

Uncover the wine urn, and there is a strong smell of wine under your nose. The sweet breath penetrated into the spleen and stomach, and I didn't feel comfortable.

"It's really good wine." Shen Sirong praised with a smile.

Xiao Yuanqi showed a faint complaxity on his face. He picked up the wine jar and fell into his heart. Shen Sirong looked sideways and his heart was extremely peaceful.

"Don't you want to know about your mother?" Suddenly, Xiao Yuanqi fed the wine jar to Shen Sirong's lips, and Shen Sirong lowered his head and took a small sip. Sure enough, it is as clear as its fragrance and mellow as substance.

Just came up with a compliment. Hearing this sentence, Shen Sirong was stunned. The full sandalwood mouth was slightly opened, and he didn't know whether he was happy or surprised.

Xiao Yuanqi took back the wine jar and took another sip and put the wine jar on his side. He pressed it sideways and held Shen Sirong's still open red lips.

A gentle stream enters the mouth, flows to the throat, and flows to the heart.

I don't know whether it is drunk or self-intoxicated. Shen Sirong feels a little drunk with the wind. Leaning in Xiao Yuanqi's arms, he listened to his gentle voice dripping down.

"My mother is the daughter of a famous minister. After her father's accession to the throne, she married into the palace and was a noble concubine. The Su family was loyal and loyal to the emperor, but at the beginning, my grandmother's family occupied an extremely important role in the court. Xiao Yuanqi clenched Shen Sirong's hand and wrapped her fingers around his fingertips uneasily.

These old events have accumulated at the bottom of his heart for so long that there was a trace of unnaturalness while talking trembling.

"Grandmother?" Shen Sirong knew that Xiao Yuanqi had opened his heart, and a warm stream gurgled through her limbs and bones. She held Xiao Yuanqi's fingertips, but what she thought was that after a few days, Wu Wanqing's matter was resolved, and then she went to summon Ye Su into the palace. It's time to take out the thing in her hand.

Xiao Yuanqi did not notice Shen Sirong's deep thought and replied, "It was the Empress Dowager Zhang when his father was on the throne. The power of the Zhang family confronted my mother's Su family. His father is a wise king, and naturally he will not let his relatives be exclusive. After he first spoiled my mother, he wanted to use the power of the Su family to suppress the Zhang family. Unexpectedly, my father still fell in love with his mother.

"Love in the palace is the most rare. Your mother must be very happy." Hearing the vague sadness in his words, Shen Sirong comforted him.

"What happened later?" The light wine breath accompanied Xiao Yuanqi's heavy breath and vomited on the side of Shen Sirong's face. She asked against Xiao Yuanqi's skirt.

The chest under his clothes undulated: "Later, my father destroyed the Zhang family, but for some reason, my mother's family was imprisoned for living crimes, and my mother finally died of dystocia... He died with an unbearable charge. If it hadn't been for the father's efforts to correct his mother's name and make her queen...hum...hum..."

These short sentences "later" contain too much entanglement and unknown past.

There was a moment of silence between the two, and Shen Sirong suddenly jumped out of Xiao Yuanqi's arms. The rare mischief was obvious on his face, or to make Xiao Yuanqi feel a little easier. She stretched out her hand, and her tender white palms looked whiter in the moonlight.

"The emperor has been carrying a piccolo, can you borrow it?" Shen Sirong raised her eyebrows, and her deliberately lively behavior was not different. On the contrary, her dusty temperament was more flexible.

Xiao Yuanqi took out something from his arms, which was a jasper piccolo.

"How did you know?" Xiao Yuanqi often carries this flute, but no one knows it. I'm afraid he doesn't know it.

Shen Sirong took the flute and saw the slender finger scratching the flute, and the sound of sobbing came out faintly. At the beginning, the tone was quite gentle, and then the tortuous changes constantly.

Xiao Ran sighed.

This is the sigh of Xiao Sirong when he first entered the palace.

Shen Sirong's fingers flew, and the faster he moved, the more melodious the sound of the flute became.

She would not tell him that she had seen him blowing a silent flute in the deep palace, nor would she tell him that the night in Fengming Palace had carefully stroked the flute and entered her eyes.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped when it reached a high place. Xiao Yuanqi stared and asked, "Why did you stop?"

"Xiao Ran sighed when the wind was blowing. At this moment, the wind has stopped, why sigh?" After Shen Sirong finished speaking, a little firelight ignited in Xiao Yuanqi's eyes and immediately laughed: "Thank you."

Knowing that Xiao Yuanqi came out of the depression just now, she was safe. Her feet approached, but her right foot was worn by something. Shen Sirong couldn't help but feel pain. She stared at Xiao Yuanqi and muttered, but said, "If one day, if you have a chance to turn over the case for your mother's family, are you happy?" Buried in my heart.

"It's late at night, go back to the palace. Tomorrow, there will still be wind and rain..."

Shen Sirong looked at Xiao Yuanqi gently, and a fixed idea in her heart took root and sprouted. She would definitely wash away the unknown name for the Queen Hui'an family.