Chapter 11 Assassin Raid

In the early morning, the sun breaks through the clouds, and the blue sky is as transparent as water.

It took Ling Yue a full hour to wear it under the service of Xing'er and Yun'er. Looking at the beautiful but beautiful face in the bronze mirror, Ling Yue felt very strange and even a little creepy. Although the soul is her own, her whole body is someone else's. She can't tell others about this complex and unspeakable mood, so she can only sigh gently.

"Princess? Don't you like this makeup? The maidservant can draw it for you again. Xing'er saw Ling Yue sigh and thought that Ling Yue was not satisfied with the makeup she had just painted, and then asked Yun'er beside her to help Ling Yue dress up again.

"No, you have been busy for an hour. I'm very satisfied. I just don't think the bronze mirror is clear." As soon as Ling Yue stood up, she saw a palace man dressed in sapphire blue holding dust to come in.

"Eunuch Liu, what good news do you have when you come on time today?" Xing'er said with a smile.

"Is there any good news? I just came to inform Qinghe Princess that the emperor will hold a poetry competition in the imperial garden and let the princess go there."

"Poetry Club?" Ling Yue felt a toothache when she heard these three words.

"Yes, you are dressed neatly, so let's go with me."

"Wait." Ling Yue took a few steps forward, pulled Grandpa Liu aside, and then took out ten taels of gold from his sleeve. "Dir, when Ling Yue came here, he didn't know anything. He will rely more on you in the future."

"This slave dares not accept it." Grandpa Liu gently pushed Ling Yue's hand back, swept the dust, and said in a shrill voice, "I work for the emperor. If you have any instructions, just tell me directly."

Ling Yue did not continue to push. Naturally, she put the gold back into her sleeve and smiled, "Fa father-in-law, you have led the way."

On the way to the Royal Garden, Ling Yue found that anyone who met their palace people and slaves would stop to salute to Eunuch Liu and herself. It seems that Eunuch Liu has a high status in the palace. Judging from the look that he just rejected his ten taels of gold, he seems to have no disdain for ten taels of gold. Therefore, it seems that this Liu Gong should have won many rewards from his master on a fair day and is an eight-faced exquisite figure.

Pavilions and pavilions, blue waves and ripples, cold fog and light. Although it is winter, the huge imperial garden is still full of all kinds of strange flowers and plants that the moon has never seen before. Walking slowly along the stone bridge paved with white marble, there are red koi swimming in the ripples of water, and the air is filled with a refreshing fragrance.

"Is the fragrance emitted from the water?"

"Princess Hui, this fragrance really comes from the water."

"Why does this water emit fragrance?"

Mr. Liu took a deep breath and looked at Ling Yue meaningfully: "There are some things. It's better not to know."

Ling Yue did not continue to ask questions. Now that she has said so, she understands that she doesn't want to tell herself, so why do she have to ask for fun? After a long time, you will always know the reason.

Love Evening Pavilion is the most exquisite and largest pavilion in the imperial garden. The whole pavilion is octagonal, with eight vermilion columns hovering with eight golden dragons with different expressions. Each golden dragon contains a fist-sized night pearl. Even if you don't need a palm lamp at night, you can illuminate the whole pavilion, and the glazed crystal around it makes the whole pavilion more and more colorful.

However, in the eyes of such an ingenious love evening pavilion reminds her of the ground mover invented by Zhang Heng. Perhaps one day the night pearl in a dragon's mouth fell down, which means that there will be an earthquake in which direction.

More than a dozen gorgeous young people gathered in the pavilion. When Ling Yue appeared, everyone's eyes gathered on her. In those eyes, Ling Yue suddenly found a clean young man looking at him with a curious look. He was the young man who spoke for himself in the hall yesterday. , that is, Xia Wuchen, the seventh prince of the State of Xia.

"Ling Yue, see the emperor."

"I heard that Ling Yue is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, and I'm worried that you will feel strange when you first arrive in the palace. All of them specially held this poetry competition for you, so that you can get to know more familiar with the people in the palace." Although Emperor Xia is over 100 years old, perhaps because as an emperor, he still looks quite young. And unlike the gloomy face in the hall yesterday, it is still very kind when you get closer.

"Go back to the emperor, Ling Yue can't play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, let alone poetry and songs."

"Haha, Ling Yue, you are too modest. Your talent is famous all over the world."

"When I fell down from the carriage, I broke my head and became an idiot."

As soon as the words fell, Prince Xia Yan immediately laughed and said, "Princess, why are you so modest? Today, your father specially held this poetry competition for you. You can't refute your father's good intentions."

Ling Yue glanced at everyone, slowly walked to her seat and sat down. Immediately, a palace man brought hot tea and snacks for her. Ling Yue had just picked up a piece of mung bean paste and had not put it in her mouth. She saw a flash of cold light. I don't know when a sharp dagger came out of the hand of the palace man named she sent hot tea and snacks, and the sword was stabbing Ling Yue's heart.

Ling Yue subconsciously stretched out her arm to protect her heart and lungs. She knew that being stabbed by the arm was disabled at most, but if she was stabbed by the heart, she would definitely die. Just as the assassin was assassinated, Xia Kang, who was sitting next to Ling Yue, flew to grab the assassin from behind, but he was still a step late and saw that the sharp dagger had stabbed Ling Yue's arm.

"Hm?" The assassin seemed to be a little puzzled. How could he not pierce it? At the moment when the assassin was puzzled, Xia Kang stretched out his left hand from behind and pinched the assassin's neck.

"No movement, or I won't let you survive and die." Xia Kang said in a low voice.

"Why don't you die?" The assassin stared at Ling Yue with a twisted face, as if Ling Yue was an irrecontent enemy. Then Ling Yue saw a trace of blood flowing from the assassin's mouth, and then his neck fell down crooked.

"Did you kill him?" Ling Yue's first reaction was that Xia Kang took action.

"I didn't kill him. He bit his tongue and killed himself. Are you all right? Is it hurt?"

"It's okay." Ling Yue took out the ten taels of gold from her sleeve and said with a smile, "It seems that it saved my life."

At this time, a young man in a cyan bamboo gown came out of his seat. He was Xia Wuchen, the seventh prince of Xia. The clean and clear eyes made Ling Yue a little obsessed, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated a lot.

"Father, I am not feeling well. I hope my father will allow me to go back to rest." Xia Wuchen bowed slightly, and his tone was a little indifferent.

Ling Yue noticed that although Xia Di had no expression on his face, a smile flashed at the bottom of his eyes: "Lao Qi, since you are not feeling well, let's go back first."

"Thank you, my son, I will leave." Xia Wuchen left Aiwan Pavilion so gracefully.

"Liu Xi, Ke Chengyang, the imperial historian of Xuanzuo, entered the palace." Emperor Xia said in a low voice.

"Yes, I obey."