094 Canary

She never thought that he would be so decisive.

He announced that he wanted to save her in front of the wind mirror, and he really did it. To save her, he had to take three drops of water a day. As a result, he persisted.

Murong Xueyan's uneasiness is expanding, as if something that she can't control will happen.

I don't know, how will this person from the Western Song Dynasty tell her? It can make a monarch do not hesitate to raise a herb with his own blood, just to heal the scars on her face after enough time. Perhaps, the world will regard her as a "beauty disaster"! In ancient times, a monarch's excessive care or infatuation with a woman will be regarded as a sign of the subjugation of the country. For example, Zhou You is in Bao Si, the King of Wu is different from Xi Shi, and Tang Xuanzong is to Yang Yuhuan. Unfortunately, these relatively famous ones have indeed caused the consequences of the subjugation of the country.

She was arranged by Xue Xijian to live in Changxue Pavilion. In order to make her live comfortably, Xue Xijian removed all the original furnishings of the house, so that she could decorate it completely according to her own preferences. Therefore, the Changxue Pavilion where she lived became the strangest palace in the palace. Except for the necessary tables and chairs, there is only a small amount of jade as decoration. When you come in, it looks like a snow cave. In her spare time, Murong Xueyan made two strings of wind chimes with beads and bells, hung them under the eaves, and folded a lot of paper cranes with paper of different colors and hung them in front of the door of the bedroom. After the maids in the harem heard about it, they rushed to tell that several maids who served her daily washing first proposed to learn from her. These gadgets are not uncommon in modern times, and even gradually no one cares about them because of the increasing development of science and technology. Unexpectedly, they would be so popular in ancient times. Murong Xueyan smiled at them and patiently taught the maid of honor.

"Girl, the emperor is so kind to you!" One day, the maid of honor who served her said enviously.

Murong Xueyan lived in the palace, which was insisted by Xue Xijian. What he meant was to discuss the release of her from the palace after the scar on her face was completely healed. However, she lives here without a so-called name, and the maids who serve her call her "girl". Fortunately, she is a free and easy person and doesn't care about these famous games.

"That's right! I have never seen the emperor so kind to others!" Another maid, Jingyu, echoed.

"That's because the emperor has not enriched the harem now. I am the only one in the whole palace. If the emperor has a concubine, it will be different." Murong Xueyan interrupted the two with a smile.

The two maids looked at each other and smiled, spit out their tongues, and stopped talking. From the time Murong Xueyan lived in this Changxue Pavilion and got along with each other in less than three days, they found that Murong Xueyan was not only gentle and generous, but also never put on a superior air in front of their subordinates.

Murong Xueyan sat down in front of the case, and the two maids of honor asked, "Girl, do you want to paint?"

"Yes." Murong Xueyan smiled.

In the former royal palace, there were Jinxin and Xiurong around her. After a long time, her good habit of doing everything by herself was worn out. It was hard to send the two maids to marry Ruyi Langjun. She was locked in this super-large cage again, and this time it was simply alive. A canary.

The sound of rain outside the curtain gurgling, and Murong Xueyan casually asked, "But is it raining?"

"Yes. Now it's a gust of autumn rain and a gust of cold. Quiet rain.

"Autumn..." Qiu Si, Qiu Yi, an autumn in his heart, turned into sorrow. She suddenly wanted to sing. Even if she has gradually integrated into this era, she still has her own lyric way that is different from others. When she is happy, when she is sad, when she sighs, she likes to sing. She put down her pen, leaned down and stood by the window, singing:

"The rainy winter is finally over, and the sky is slightly blue.

I was looking at the diary I wrote at that time in the fresh sunshine of early spring.

It turns out that love once gave me a beautiful mood, like a deep landscape...

Perhaps it was the maid of honor named Jingyu who mentioned the word "rain" and asked her to start with the rain and sing this song "Beautiful Mood". Outside the hall, Xue Xijian came, and the maids of honor in Changxue Pavilion were about to welcome him, but Xue Xijian stopped him with a gesture. He left all the maids who followed him outside the door and walked in alone.

Murong Xueyan looked out of the window and continued to sing:

"The gentle and affectionate song that once loved him made Xue Xijian intoxicated. Unfortunately, he can also hear that this song is not sung for him. He always felt that when Murong Xueyan was the most beautiful, it was when she sang emotionally. He had never heard a more beautiful voice than her voice, and had never seen a more beautiful woman than her.

Xue Xijian suddenly found that he was deeply in love with this woman from a foreign country.

Murong Xueyan stood by the window, her clothes were graceful, and the song continued:

"Only the heart that Zeng Tian has given can understand the sweetness of waiting.

Only when you have been betrayed and shed tears at night can you understand that this is also a kind of luck.

When I walk in tomorrow with peace of mind, I don't regret the beautiful mood.

"Good!" Xue Xijian's praise and applause sounded at the same time.

"See you, your Majesty!" Murong Xueyan turned around and bowed to him.

"Xueyan, I don't want you to talk about this kind of etiquette between you and me." Xue Xijian frowned.

"Your Majesty, don't forget that this is a necessary etiquette." Murong Xueyan smiled lightly.

Etiquette... Xue Xijian has recently hated this word, etiquette, which has become an obstacle between them.

"Did you make Danqing?" His eyes fell on the case.

That's an unfinished picture. One face and two temples are complete, but the facial features are not painted. I don't know, who is she going to draw?

"The emperor laughed." Murong Xueyan folded the paper together in a panic.

A touch of disappointment flashed in Xue Xijian's eyes. Obviously, what she wants to draw is not him, otherwise, she would not be in such a hurry to dodge.

"Your Majesty, I'm going to make tea first." Ruxin and Jingyu looked at each other and left.

Even everyone around her saw what he thought about her, and there was no reason for her not to know. She is so smart that many things are in her control and budget. It's not his deep affection, is it?

"Xue Yan." Xue Xijian stared at her deeply, as if to look into the bottom of his heart.

When Murong Xueyan saw the wound on his fingertips, she felt sorry for a moment and said with concern, "Does it hurt?"

"I didn't feel pain after such a serious injury at the beginning, but now this minor injury is nothing." Xue Xijian smiled happily when he saw that she cared about her. At the beginning, you could take such a big risk to save me and help me. Today, I shed so little blood for you. It's nothing at all.

"Your Majesty, I think..." Murong Xueyan hesitated and hesitated again, and finally said, "When the scar on my face is healed, I will leave the palace and go to my original residence."

Is she in such a hurry to leave? Xue Xijian was disgusted and reluctant to leave him. He had to say perfunctorily, "Let's talk about it when you get better."

Besides, it is another word used to prevaricate.

Four years ago, when she was in the Northern Qi Dynasty, she was named the princess, but she was free to go in and out. She invested in brothels and opened a winery. She could change into men's clothes at any time. She took a horse out from the stables and went wherever she wanted. The status of Princess Jing did not have too many restrictions on her. Now, she is locked in a bigger cage! And it's a cage that she can no longer go in and out at will! At this moment, she deeply realized the hard work of Duranruo. In order to be with the person she loved deeply, Duranruo resolutely chose to enter the huge cage of the palace. Although she was later forced to separate from Beitanghao and be dismissed home, it was not a good thing! In the palace, even the most basic freedom is lost. If it were her, I'm afraid every day will be torment. Fortunately, she still knows how to make fun in suffering, er, maybe it is not appropriate to use "bitter" to describe life in the court. In the eyes of the people outside the palace, the masters in the palace stretch out their hands and open their mouths. They live a life of colorful clothes and food. It is beyond the reach of ordinary people's life. No wonder so many people sharpen their heads to squeeze into the palace. Murong Xueyan felt that the palace was like a siege. The people in the city wanted to go out, and the people outside the city wanted to come in.

"Xueyan, if I want you to stay with me forever, would you like to?" Xue Xijian asked softly.

He used "I" instead of "I", that is to say, he moved out of the emperor's privilege. Murong Xueyan didn't think about it and refused: "Your Majesty, I don't want to."

"Why?" Xue Xijian couldn't hide his disappointment.

"What I yearn for is a free life. The palace is too constrained for me. What's more, the emperor should remember that I was the princess of King Jing of the Northern Qi Dynasty. Murong Xueyan explained quietly.

"I don't care who your princess is, as long as you are by my side!" Xue Xijian retorted, "What's more, when you were Princess Jing, you might not be very free to live, right?"

"Your Majesty, this is wrong. At that time, I didn't interfere with Nangong Yi. He lived his and I lived mine. I can change into men's clothing and ride a horse at any time. I invest in a brothel, get dividends at the end of each year, and buy a winery that is on the verge of bankruptcy to run it again. Therefore, I go out almost every day. Murong Xueyan told the whole truth.

I hope to tell him like this, he will give up the idea of leaving someone like her around...

Love, there is a silly courage...