007 Have something on your mind

After returning from the royal palace, Murong Xueyan sat in the room and thought hard, holding her chin and sitting in the room for half an hour. What kind of performance is innovative and unconventional? She thought about many plans, but they were rejected by herself.

Calculate that today is the fifth day of the first lunar month, and after the tenth day, it will be a full moon night.

Full moon...

Yes! Murong Xueyan's eyes dripped, and an idea was formed.

Jinxin was serving tea. Seeing that her young lady, who had been stunned for a long time, finally changed her expression, she asked, "Miss, do you have an idea?"

Murong Xueyan didn't answer and asked, "What is the brightest thing on the ground when it's dark?"

"In addition to fire, it is the pearl of the night." Jinxin put the tea on the case and said doubtfully, "What's the young lady doing asking this?"

"Is there a night pearl in our house?"

"Yes. A few years ago, on the birthday of the late emperor, South Vietnam sent messengers to send two South China Sea night pearls as a congratulatory gift. The late emperor gave one to the general of Zhenguo at that time, and the other to the prime minister. Jin Xin replied.

"It's easy to do if you have it." Murong Xueyan nodded with a confident head.

During the past ten days, during the day, Murong Xueyan was still reading and literate under the cold professor. After dinner, she set up her own "song and dance plan".

One day, Murong Xueyan wrote Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head" on paper, giving a cold look.

"When will there be a bright moon, ask the blue sky for wine..." Leng Zihan looked carefully from beginning to end, read a sentence, praised a sentence, after reading it, exclaimed: "Good words, good sentences, good intentions! I didn't expect the young lady to have such talent!"

"I didn't write it." Murong Xueyan was embarrassed to be praised and hurriedly explained, "This is a work of a great writer, but he doesn't want to be named."

"It's really a hate in his life that Leng is lucky to meet such a hermit." Leng Zihan sighed regret, but heard Murong Xue say crisply, "Sir, can I sing this song for you?"

In the elegant and quiet back garden of Xiangfu, Murong Xueyan's singing echoes in the red flowers and green leaves, echoing in the spring...

"There should be no hatred. Why do you want to leave? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. This is difficult to complete. Leng Zihan read these words and didn't feel crazy. He is a son of a poor family. He has studied hard since he was a child. He hopes that one day he can learn to stand out with his talent, and when he comes to the prosperous land of the imperial capital, he is used to being with the red top and white, loving the rich, bullying the good and the weak, and flatter, and his desire for fame has gradually faded a lot. He sells calligraphy and painting couplets in Beijing for a living. With his superb skills, his income can also be self-sufficient. Because of this, he became famous and had the opportunity to teach Murong Xueyan, the daughter of the prime minister, to read and read...

"Sir, are you homesick?" Murong Xueyan smiled understandingly.

"Yes, I miss my mother. When I was a child, my father died early, and my mother suffered a lot to read and read for me. In terms of age, the coldness should be comparable to that of Nangongyi, but the temperament of the two is completely different. Nangong Yi has both the romantic habits of noble children and the coldness and hardness of military origin, but he is cold, but he is not as famous. He is a gentle and modest gentleman.

It's very easy to get along with Leng Zihan. No matter what Murong Xueyan said, he listened quietly and smiled faintly. There was no topic that was abrupt or ridiculous to him.

"I heard from Uncle Zhong that my husband's painting is very good. He sells five taels of silver on the street." Murong Xueyan suddenly had a strange idea, "Why don't you help me draw a portrait, sir?"

"Of course." The cold is still smiling.

Murong Xueyan Ming Jinxin moved a bench and leaned on it to let Leng Zihan paint. The warm wind brushed her face, which made people drowsy. Perhaps because she had been a little tired recently, she unconsciously fell asleep.

Leng Zihan only took a general look, and then buried his head in the painting. After the painting was completed, he raised his eyes, but saw Murong Xueyan's cheeks red, and his apricot eyes were gently opened, and he fell asleep. It happened that Jinxin and Xiurong were not around. He took off his robe and gently covered Murong Xueyan's body.

"Dean's mother..." A whisper overflowed vaguely from Murong Xueyan's mouth, and then a tear quietly slipped on her white cheek.

Leng Zihan looked at the beautiful girl who frowned in her sleep. She had never been shocked. At this moment, she no longer belonged to her.

From the beginning of his entry into the prime minister's mansion, he was stunned by the beauty of Murong Xueyan. After getting along with her, he found that her beauty lies not only in her beautiful appearance and slender body shape, but also in her tolerance and kindness, her intelligence and cleverness...

This was the first time he saw her tears. He never knew that a woman, with a tear, would be so beautiful that he couldn't help but be attracted to her and cherish her...

The sound of staggering footsteps from far to near broke the illusion of coldness and awakened Murong Xueyan's short dream.

"I fell asleep?" Murong Xueyan rubbed her eyes, smiled like a little girl who didn't know anything about the world, and handed back the robe she was covered with to Leng Zihan. "Sir, I'll return this to you. Painting, are you ready?"

"Okay." Leng Zihan took the portrait to let Murong Xueyan have a look.

Dai frowned slightly, her cherry lips opened gently, her cheeks were red, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked forward to brilliance. A lively painting, the people in the painting are so realistic that they can come out of the painting at any time.

"Sir, your skills are really extraordinary." Murong Xueyan said happily, and then took off a string of agate beads on her wrist and handed it to Leng Zihan. "This painting is a gift from my husband, so this piece of beads..."

"I am ashamed of such a valuable reward." Leng Zihan lowered his eyes and refused.

"It's not a reward." Murong Xueyan corrected, "I have always felt that people are born equal, and no one is more noble or inferior than anyone else. This string of agates, as my gift to my husband, is a gift between friends.

"Equality?" It was the first time that Leng Zihan heard a person say this assertion, which made him feel like a confidant. What impressed him more was that the other party was a woman and a prime minister's daughter raised in a deep boudoir!

"Mr. Leng's painting is really like a bone." Jin Xin was serving a snack and happened to see the portrait of Murong Xueyan holding in her hand.

"Real? Can you ask Mr. Leng to draw one for you? Murong Xueyan blinked narrowly.

Since this coldness entered the house, Jinxin's eyes always hide a seemingly empty feeling. Murong Xueyan has long seen that Jinxin has a good impression on this handsome scholar.

"Miss! ..." Jinxin was dizzy with cheeks, and he was ashamed to speak.

Murong Xueyan half-jokingly smiled at Leng Zihan and said, "Sir, Jinxin is as beautiful as his name, and she has a good look. Such a good girl, what kind of person is worthy of entrusting her for life?"

"This... Leng doesn't know." Leng Zihan didn't know whether he couldn't understand, or his heart was resistant, and he stepped back a big step.

Murong Xueyan shook her head secretly. This dull scholar really wasted Jinxin's affection.

The ten-day deadline will arrive soon, and there is only one last day left.

When Du Lanruo came to visit the Prime Minister's Mansion, Murong Xueyan was trying on the dress custom-made in Chengde Buzhuang. The whole dress is made of snow-white silk, and the cuffs are designed with wide sleeves. There is only one belt at the waist. The skirt is tied to the ground, which makes her slim, and her slender waist is not full. She stands on the rails, and she is like a fairy...

"Xue Yan."

"Lan Ruo, do my clothes look good?" Murong Xueyan smiled coquettishly.

"Of course it looks good." Duranruo praised, "However, this dress seems to be different from the style that everyone likes to wear these times."

"Yes! This is my 'performance costume' at my birthday party in Nangongyi tomorrow!" Murong Xueyan smiled proudly, "How's it? Isn't it different?"

Du Lanruo opened his eyes exaggeratedly: "King Jing's birthday banquet, what are you going to do? Haven't you had anything to do with him for a long time?"

"That guy won't cancel the marriage at all." Murong Xueyan turned her face and put her elbow on the railing. "And it's not soft or hard!" But this time he promised me that as long as I can perform at his birthday party tomorrow, I will terminate the marriage contract with him 'peacefully', and from now on, the well will not violate the river!"

"So that's it." Du Lanruo suddenly realized.

"Lan Ruo, you look different today." Murong Xueyan pulled Du Lanruo and looked at it carefully. There was a confused look in her eyes, which contained a feeling of suffering from gains and losses, which was very different from her, who was usually simple and straightforward.

"Xueyan, did you go to watch the sacrifice yesterday?" There was a light of excitement in Duran's eyes.

"No. I'm not interested in this." Murong Xueyan subconsciously glanced at Du Lanruo and said, "Lan Ruo, you are not fascinated by the emperor, are you?"

If Du Lan was told the central thing, her pretty face turned red and she couldn't speak for a moment.

"I heard from my father that today's emperor is young and handsome, and he treats people as gentle as jade. He is a rare good monarch." Murong Xueyan repeated the beautiful words she usually heard from her father, and then advised Du Lan Ruo, "However, my good sister, since ancient times, which one is not the three palaces and six courtyards, and the beauty is like a cloud? If it were me, the person I love, I could only marry me, love me and love me, and I couldn't stand the groups of wives and concubines behind my man.

"Xueyan, I..." He opened his mouth astringently, but he didn't know where to start. The face of the beautiful and elegant young emperor appeared in front of Duranruo's eyes.

Yesterday, in order to see the dragon's face, Du Lan Ruo begged his father for a long time before she was allowed to dress up as a man, disguise herself as a soldier, and follow the brigade to guard the emperor.

The ceremonial music is high, and the flags are hunting, showing the royal prestige of amnesty. If Duranruo walked among the soldiers, he didn't have a chance to see the dragon's face.

If it hadn't been for the appearance of the killer named Border City...