Chapter 109 The Past is Like a Funeral

Murong Xundai frowned gently, "Fath-in-law, what's the matter with coming so late?"

The little eunuch laughed and said, "To tell the truth, I really have something to tell the princess when I came this time!"

"Father-in-law, please speak!"

The little eunuch looked up at Murong Xun's expression, then bent down slightly and lowered his voice: "Your Majesty is waiting for the princess in Zilanting at this moment. I hope the princess can go there!"

Murong Xun frowned deeper, but listening to his tone, Zhao Che wanted him to go, but gave the order, but he didn't know what Zhao Che had done by calling him privately?

The little eunuch seemed to see through Murong Xun's thoughts and smiled and said, "Your Majesty hasn't told anything. The princess will know it when she goes!"

Murong Xun had no choice but to go, and Xiao Qianzi was also ready to follow. The little eunuch stopped Xiao Qianzi behind him and smiled, "This little father-in-law, don't worry, the miscellaneous family will be responsible for the safety of the princess, and he will definitely send the princess back in person!"

In front of him, the little eunuch had left with Murong Xun. Xiao Qianzi looked at Murong Xun's back worriedly and was very anxious. The master urged him to follow the princess all the time. What should he do now?

He punched, stamped his foot, and went to the master!

This room Murong Xun has followed the little eunuch to the corridor in front of Zilan Pavilion.

The moon is bright, but the wind is a little strong.

The wind raised the layers of white mantle around the Zilan Pavilion. Under the beautiful moonlight, Zhao Che sat alone in the center of the Zilan Pavilion. His face was very calm, like a pool of deep water.

The night is very quiet. There is only the sound of wind in my ears.

Shouldn't he die at this moment with Shangguan Yuer in Lingxiu Hall?

"The slave is waiting here!" The little eunuch said with a smile.

Murong Xun glanced at him, but he also saw a trace of ambiguity from his smile, and his heart became more and more annoyed.

Murong Xun walked through the corridor and came to Zilan Pavilion. At this moment, he found that Zhao Che was put in front of him with a simple guzheng, and there was a night pearl beside him. The soft light hit him with the moonlight, which made his look more and more hazy and unclear.

"See Your Majesty!" Murong Xun leaned over and said.

"Fal flat!" Zhao Che said faintly. He looked at Murong Xun quietly like autumn water. There was no expression on his face and he didn't say anything. He just looked at her quietly, as if he wanted to see through her, and as if he were looking elsewhere through her.

Murong Xun was a little uncomfortable to be seen by Zhao Che. He didn't say anything, and she didn't say anything. She stood quietly in the moonlight, as if there was a feeling of the end of time.

Time passed quietly, and I don't know how long it took. Murong Xun only felt that his spine was a little sour. He just looked up at Zhao Che. He still looked at her and didn't seem to have a moment of transfer, as if he wanted to compare with her, who was more patient.

Murong Xun sighed gently and said, "I don't know what your majesty's concubine came late at night?"

Zhao Che withdrew his eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared on his cold face. He looked down at the Guzheng in front of him, and a painful look appeared in his eyes. After a while, he said, "Can you play "National Wind" for me again that day?"

Murong Xun was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhao Che's eyes with a little puzzlement.

Zhao Che sighed and said with a wry smile, "I haven't heard this song for a long time. You played it that day, and the sound echoed in my ear, making me sleepless all night!"

"I deserve to die for my concubine!" Murong Xun lowered his eyes and said.

"Who are you guilty of?" Zhao Che smiled faintly. He looked at the moonlight, and there seemed to be a light floating in his eyes. "There are some things that I think I can forget, but now it's clear. Those things that I think I have forgotten are all clearly printed in my mind. That's a matter of bone and blood. How can I forget them?" His voice suddenly stopped, and he looked at the Guzheng in front of him. He raised his finger and plucked it on the strings. A string of notes overflowed. He didn't look at Murong Xun. There was almost a trace of pleading in his voice and said, "You just play it again for me. I... really miss her!"

Murong Xun's body was shocked. She and Zhao Che had not seen him pass by such a look for three years. He said, he wanted her...

She stared at Zhao Che. Eight years had carved him into an excellent emperor, but in the middle of the night, in the unknown corner, would he have such a look? Her hands were held tightly under her sleeves. After a while, she said lightly, "Okay!"

Sitting in front of Zhao Che, Murong Xun did not look at his look again, but focused all his attention on the Guzheng and twisted it slowly. The "National Wind" on the Mid-Autumn Festival night sounded again. Unlike that day, she had not touched the piano for a long time with a trace of astringency. This night, her technique was more familiar.

The last syllable stopped and stopped abruptly.

The night seems to be quieter. The wind rolled up the white veil, and Murong Xun's hair was blown up by the wind.

Neither of them spoke first. Zhao Che looked at Murong Xun with deep eyes. There was a trace of joy, panic and confusion in his black eyes. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and naturally pinned the broken hair in Murong Xun's ear to his ear.

Murong Xun's body stiffened, moved back half a step, lowered his head in panic, and said, "Your Majesty, please take care of yourself!"

Zhao Che's hand froze in place, and a self-deprecating smile suddenly appeared. The pain in his eyes became heavier and heavier. He said lightly, "It's me who was abrupt. I just suddenly thought of an old friend. I hope the princess doesn't take it to heart!"

"It's late at night, and my concubine quit first!" Murong Xun got up and leaned down. With that, he walked out of the pavilion.

"Hight!" Zhao Che suddenly said that his voice was not loud, but it was clear outside the night style.

Murong Xun's body stiffened and stopped. He only heard Zhao Che's footsteps behind him getting heavier and heavier.

"Lu Hei, this night pearl will be left for you for lighting!" With that, Zhao Che took a step forward, took down the night pearl beside him and put it in Murong Xun's hand, "Let Xiao Anzi send you back!"

Murong Xun just sent her to the little eunuch Xiao Anzi back. The two were speechless all the way and soon arrived at the Magic Wall Courtyard.

"I'm here. Please come back, father-in-law!"

"Yes, princess, please rest early!" After a pause, Xiao Anzi looked at Murong Xun with a slightly shady look and said, "Your Majesty ordered me to send a three-color ** to the princess. This flower is fragrant and helps people sleep at night. It has been placed in the princess's bedroom."

Murong Xun was stunned, and there was a little rejection in his heart. Then he said, "How can Murong Xun stand the preciousness of this flower!"

Xiao Anzi smiled and said, "No matter how precious this flower is, it is not as precious as the song played by the princess and your majesty. Your majesty ordered that this flower is all to thank the princess. There is no other meaning!"

"Father-in-law!" Murong Xun looked at Xiao Anzi and suddenly said, "Your Majesty has rewarded the noble concubine, but the soft concubine and concubine Hui in the palace have not rewarded it. If it is lightly given to Murong Xun, if it spreads out... I'm afraid the impact is not very good, so please return the flower!"

Xiao Anzi smiled, but he looked more and more respectful. "This slave can't make the decision. If the princess really thinks it's inappropriate, the princess will return the flowers to your majesty tomorrow, so that the slave can tell your majesty!"

Murong Xun looked at Xiao Anzi calmly. Although he was respectful in appearance, or because of Zhao Che's trust, he looked a little reverenced, and his tone was also a little non-negotiable. Murong Xun knew that it was useless to say more at this moment, so he had to return the flower by himself as he said. However, she found it strange that the first thing she thought of was what would happen if Zhao Ling knew about this?

Murong Xun entered the yard and thought that Xiao Qianzi already knew about the flower. Looking at Murong Xun, he seemed to have something to say with some doubts.

Murong Xun entered his bedroom and smelled a faint fragrance coming. Xiao Qianzi followed her in and called in a low voice, "Princess..."