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The slender fingers are holding the bamboo dragonfly to the window. The bright sunlight gives the delicate dragonfly wings a layer of plush edge. Ling Miaomiao looks left and right, and tut tut praises: "it's really beautiful."
Mu Sheng stretched out her hand to pick it up. She changed her mind temporarily. She put it in her palm and let it out happily: "try it first!"
The bamboo dragonfly flew so high that it hit the beam and fell back to the ground.
Ling Miaomiao stretched a stretch, relaxed to slide down, lazily lying on the bed, rubbing sore eyes: "success, go to pick it up."
Mu Sheng did not move, still sitting at her bedside, seems to be hesitating. After a while, Miaomiao stretched out a thin steel ring in front of her eyes, which was the demon handle that Mu Sheng put on her wrist every day.
Miaomiao looked at him blankly.
Mu Sheng doesn't look at her. He stares at the demon handle in front of him without blinking: "here you are."
lingmiao's heart was shocked. It was like opening the champagne scene. The stopper popped out, and the foam sprayed out for several meters, or the crazy spray of spinning. But she didn't leave a trace on her face. She was calm and cautious: "you Will you give me your demon handle? "
If you remember correctly, this pair of demon handles were sent by Mu Yao, which was of great significance. At that time, when the ship passed the Wanjiang River, heilianhua would rather be stabbed than lose one.
Mu Sheng looked up at her, as if very dissatisfied with her reaction, black eyes full of annoyance: "give you give you, waste what words." He paused, his eyes fell on the bamboo dragonfly on the floor in the distance, and said in a low voice, "it's a gift in return."
The next second, it seems that some regret, impatient up: "do not..."
Before he said that, Miaomiao took it and put it on his hand. He also threw his clothes and hid it in his sleeve. He was afraid that he would regret it again: "yes, why not? I knew it was this exchange method. I made ten eight bamboo dragonflies for Mr. Mu!"
Mu Sheng glared at her: "you..."
"I know!" Miaomiao instantly restrained his wild smile and said, "you're afraid that I won't do anything. You're going to drag everyone down and be selfless."
She shook her wrist. Her apricot eyes were big and bright. She said with a smile, "thank you."
In my heart, it was a different idea. This demon handle was originally a pair. Now they each take one, which is more or less a couple's money. Is this a big step forward on the road of success?
“…… I'm going Mu Sheng leaned over to pick up the bamboo dragonfly on the ground and held it in his hand. When he went out, he stopped for a moment and slightly turned his head. He didn't know what he was waiting for.
Ling Miaomiao turns over and buries his face in the soft pillow under the warm afternoon sun. He takes a deep breath of the refreshing rosin and says, "Mr. mu, help me bring it to the door."
Ah, how happy the palace is.
He held the bamboo dragonfly's hand to his side, rubbed his index finger on the bamboo dragonfly's pole, and repeatedly scratched the concave notch. From top to bottom, every stroke was smooth and smooth, without any hesitation.
The second stage is the second stage.
This man only whispers behind his back, but he is always Mr. mu in front of him. Why not call him Ziqi?
He half looked back and saw the girl lying on the bed, her legs up and swinging, her slim ankles looming in her thin trouser legs. She was rubbing her little face in the pillow innocently, which somehow coincided with a warm dream.
"Bang."
The door was suddenly closed, as if trying to cut something.
*
the Dragon Boat Festival emperor Ji ended her long cold in the late autumn. In those days when she was ill, the emperor would go to Fengyang palace every few days, and Pei Yun served her tenderly. The three of them were quiet.
The maid in waiting outside Fengyang palace even heard the laughter of brother and sister from the inner palace.
Once upon a time, they seemed to be separated from each other by mountains, rivers and seas, and they only saluted strangely when they met each other. After experiencing this, they knew each other's feelings, and they could have a good talk with each other. They recovered the intimate relationship of their close relatives. Finally, the identity of Duanyang, the most beloved emperor and concubine of China, came true.
Everything is developing in a good direction, except Princess Zhao, who has never been seen before and is almost in a state of silence.
When Ling Miaomiao was walking in the garden, she saw a long line coming out of the Liuyue palace. The wardens in purple official robes were carrying expensive tea tables, pear flower wooden stools and four fold screens in twos and threes, and they walked by her carefully.
"Be careful, be careful --" the supervisor, who had a long tune, said with no emotion.
"Excuse me, this is..."
The little warden who moved things nodded to her and said quietly with a smile: "the imperial concubine moved to the palace. Excuse me, excuse me."
The resplendent Liuyue palace Princess Zhao is moving away from here.
Two small wardens passed by her and carried several stacked wooden boxes. The top of the boxes was not tightly covered. It was probably filled with beads, hairpins and flowers. We could hear the crisp sound of jade collision inside. They clenched their teeth, their tendons burst up, and they even staggered when they walked."Ah, ah..." One of them suddenly screamed, and his voice was still ringing. The box on it slipped to the left, tilted slightly, and opened up like a giant spitting out a flood, and the necklace and jewels fell on the ground.
The little supervisor's legs trembled slightly and they were sweating in the hot air. They butted the box on the ground and began to blame each other.
"Boom -"
there are unexpected clouds in the sky. In a moment, the dark clouds are dense, and the sky turns dull yellow. Bursts of thunder are coming from far to near, and it's about to rain.
"What's the matter?" The supervisor came cursing.
Two people do not care to blame each other, quickly lying on the ground to pick up, big raindrops have begun to fall, the ground is covered with a round print.
Ling Miaomiao was worried and squatted down to help him pick up some scattered light colored pearl flowers. Beside a gold hairpin, there was a delicate binding scroll, which made the fall spread slightly.
Miaomiao reaches for it, and the scroll unfolds, suddenly revealing a portrait.
This painting is only a quarter of the size of an ordinary human figure. It is small and exquisite. It only reaches the elbow. No wonder it can be stuffed into the dowry and hidden with a bunch of beads.
For some years, the light golden silk has a soft and noble texture. The painting method is not freehand brushwork, but Meticulous Brushwork, even the hair is described one by one.
The painting shows a man wearing a white fur fur cape, revealing a little low-key and luxurious pattern of the inner robe, standing on a horse with black Dengyun boots, wearing a purple gold crown, but his hair is only half wantonly pulled, and the other half is covered with black hair like copper, which is blown up by the wind.
in this world, since wearing a crown, you can't wear a hair, which is plain and white.
But the man in the picture has a pair of narrow and noble eyes, with a high nose and tight lips, which makes him a little cold and proud, and his loose hair doesn't show any frivolity.
It's like a young gentleman who is slightly drunk, gets on the white horse and runs for several miles. He ignores the scattered hair in the wind. When he gets off the horse, he looks at the outsider on the snowy winter night.
Ling Miaomiao also stares at him. He has a high nose and deep eye socket. It's easy to show a pretty figure, but his face is white and his lips are red. It's like the sea cucumber and abalone wings are stacked together. He's as handsome as a refined paper man.
Funny. There's a handsome guy in the dowry of Princess Zhao.
Miaomio tut closed the portrait for only one second, then suddenly stopped and slowly unfolded.
A few round water stains fell on the painting, and the rain began to rain heavily.
…… The man seems to have seen him somewhere.
At first glance, this outstanding appearance is amazing, but because each part is too perfect and has no special features, when you think about it carefully, the face is blurred, leaving only the word "handsome" in your mind
Where on earth have we met?
It's that That Green ox and white horse pass the gate Common people Red flag Seven incense cart
She exclaimed in surprise: -- "The Marquis of light clothes?"
It is said that the marquis in light clothes, rich and handsome, with a better appearance than pan an, is the girl's dream girl of the whole country.
"Memory fragments", light clothing Hou.
A trembling voice beside her sounded in her ear: "how can you recognize light clothes Hou?"
*
the room is full of aloes. The doors and windows are closed on all sides. The curtain is down. The light is dim and bleak. A few thin threads of light are slanting on the table.
Mu Yao and Zhao Taifei sat opposite each other in an old ebony case.
Princess Zhao wore a plain hairpin on her head. Half of her white hair was mixed in her green silk. The skin around her mouth and eyes was slack and dim. Her bags under her eyes were so big that she couldn't shine any more.
Mu Yao sighed to herself that when she first met her, she was still a proud middle-aged lady. It was only half a year, and she looked like an old woman.
When it rained, the dense raindrops pounded the window lattice like peas, the curtain moved, and the wind was whistling.
Mu Yao opened the box in front of her, only took out the jade card with cinnabar beads and red tassels, and put it in her arms silently.
Princess Zhao sat there motionless, like a man carved out of stone.
This remote Chenxiang hall is the former deserted imperial concubine's cold palace, which is in a state of disrepair. When the old story happened, the public sighed and gave advice. With the emperor's tacit consent, she isolated herself from the public. From then on, she became a loner who no one knew.
"Madam, I have one more thing to ask." Mu Yao hesitated. "I found the ghost seal of the Mu family at the site of the old temple. It's very powerful. I have the impression that unless my parents join hands, they can't make such a seal..."
The Mechanical Department of Zhao Taifei nodded, and her tone was flat: "there is no need for mu Fangshi to doubt that it was the palace that held the jade card of Mu family, made up lies, forced your parents to suppress the ghost of Xingshan temple, and covered up the truth." She raised the corner of her mouth with a cold, sarcastic smile. "It's karma to do such things that violate the law of heaven."
However, Mu Yao's doubts were even more intense, and her tone could not help but be a little hasty: "but if the empress had used the jade card ten years ago, then..." She took out the jade card in her sleeve and looked at itHow can a person have two jade medals?
Princess Zhao was silent for a long time and gave a strange smile: "this jade card in your hand is not mine, but someone else's gift. If it wasn't for Minmin, I wouldn't use it easily. "
Mu Yao frowned. The Mujia jade card is rare in the world. It can manipulate the token of the demon catching aristocratic family. It can make the user move between ghosts and gods, even more important than the ordinary tiger amulet and military amulet. Who will give it away easily?
She couldn't help asking, "who was the owner of this jade plate?"
Princess Zhao seemed to be ten years old in an instant, and her eyes became extremely vicissitudes when she looked at her It's Zhao Qinghuan, the younger brother of the palace. "
Sadness, guilt and pity flashed in her eyes. She looked at Mu Yao's face for a long time. She seemed to want to say something. After all, she didn't say a word.
*
"it's nearly ten years since the death of the Marquis of light clothing. I don't want a younger generation like Miss Ling to recognize..." Mr. Xu's muddy eyes, which are inlaid with wrinkles, stare at her and hold up a huge butter paper umbrella to protect them under the umbrella.
There was something strange in his tone, which seemed to contain infinite sigh.
All around the rain gathered in a flash, the rain poured on the ground, and the small warden who carried things became noisy, shouting to carry the furniture under the eaves for shelter.
Ling Miaomiao looked at the portrait and did not answer the rhetorical question The empress hid the portrait of the marquis in her dowry
The old warden frowned slightly and looked at her strangely. He seemed dissatisfied with her malicious speculation: "Your Highness is the brother of our mother."
“……” Miaomiao was stunned for a long time. He rolled up the portrait and put it in his arms. "Excuse me." He turned and ran into the rain curtain.
It's a mess Is qingyihou the younger brother of Princess Zhao?
Wait a minute. It's nearly ten years since the death of the Marquis of light clothing. Calculate the time The child who broke into the seven incense cart and pinched his neck If you calculate your age, it seems to be right
Black Lotus and Princess Zhao are disgusted with each other. Is it the telepathy between the enemy who killed his younger brother and the sufferer? Princess Zhao tried her best to get a little tiger to send to her. What did she mean by that? To raise a tiger for trouble? play the jackal to the tiger?
She shook her head and couldn't figure it out for a moment.
*
at the end of the conversation, Mu Yao takes out a peeling red lacquer cowhide box from her sleeve, opens it and pushes it to Princess Zhao.
There were two black stones lying on the golden silk cloth. Princess Zhao looked at them and immediately closed her eyes and rubbed her temples as if she had been burned. She seemed to have a bad headache.
Mu Yao did not stop because she resisted. She asked, "do you know what this is?"
"What can it be?" Zhao imperial concubine holds a head to sneer a, "is evil thing."
The evil things that make her play around and make her lose everything.
Mu Yao looked at her pitifully: "I have checked with Fu Yi. The so-called relic is actually the tooth of Tao Yu."
“……” Princess Zhao raised her head abruptly, and her mouth twitched involuntarily, pulling out several wrinkles.
Tao Yu's life did not end well, but his death was mistakenly regarded as a spiritual object, worshiping and worshiping, which was a great irony created by Tao Ying.
After looking at her for a long time, Mu Yao sighed: "although this matter has come to an end, there are still many doubts. It's impossible to endow these two teeth with so much energy with the help of the spirit of resentment. "
"And the remains of the people in Xingshan temple. How did they come all the way to Jingyang slope and mingle with Xiangzhuan?"
She fixed to look at Zhao Tai Fei: "Niang Niang, we suspect that there is a big demon behind, so, Jingyang Po Li Zhun this line, must check down."
Princess Zhao seemed very tired and tried to maintain her politeness. She just nodded indifferently: "please help yourself."
(end of the second volume)
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The slender fingers are holding the bamboo dragonfly to the window. The bright sunlight gives the delicate dragonfly wings a layer of plush edge. Ling Miaomiao looks left and right, and tut tut praises: "it's really beautiful."
Mu Sheng stretched out her hand to pick it up. She changed her mind temporarily. She put it in her palm and let it out happily: "try it first!"
The bamboo dragonfly flew so high that it hit the beam and fell back to the ground.
Ling Miaomiao stretched a stretch, relaxed to slide down, lazily lying on the bed, rubbing sore eyes: "success, go to pick it up."
Mu Sheng did not move, still sitting at her bedside, seems to be hesitating. After a while, Miaomiao stretched out a thin steel ring in front of her eyes, which was the demon handle that Mu Sheng put on her wrist every day.
Miaomiao looked at him blankly.
Mu Sheng doesn't look at her. He stares at the demon handle in front of him without blinking: "here you are."
lingmiao's heart was shocked. It was like opening the champagne scene. The stopper popped out, and the foam sprayed out for several meters, or the crazy spray of spinning. But she didn't leave a trace on her face. She was calm and cautious: "you Will you give me your demon handle? "
If you remember correctly, this pair of demon handles were sent by Mu Yao, which was of great significance. At that time, when the ship passed the Wanjiang River, heilianhua would rather be stabbed than lose one.
Mu Sheng looked up at her, as if very dissatisfied with her reaction, black eyes full of annoyance: "give you give you, waste what words." He paused, his eyes fell on the bamboo dragonfly on the floor in the distance, and said in a low voice, "it's a gift in return."
The next second, it seems that some regret, impatient up: "do not..."
Before he said that, Miaomiao took it and put it on his hand. He also threw his clothes and hid it in his sleeve. He was afraid that he would regret it again: "yes, why not? I knew it was this exchange method. I made ten eight bamboo dragonflies for Mr. Mu!"
Mu Sheng glared at her: "you..."
"I know!" Miaomiao instantly restrained his wild smile and said, "you're afraid that I won't do anything. You're going to drag everyone down and be selfless."
She shook her wrist. Her apricot eyes were big and bright. She said with a smile, "thank you."
In my heart, it was a different idea. This demon handle was originally a pair. Now they each take one, which is more or less a couple's money. Is this a big step forward on the road of success?
“…… I'm going Mu Sheng leaned over to pick up the bamboo dragonfly on the ground and held it in his hand. When he went out, he stopped for a moment and slightly turned his head. He didn't know what he was waiting for.
Ling Miaomiao turns over and buries his face in the soft pillow under the warm afternoon sun. He takes a deep breath of the refreshing rosin and says, "Mr. mu, help me bring it to the door."
Ah, how happy the palace is.
He held the bamboo dragonfly's hand to his side, rubbed his index finger on the bamboo dragonfly's pole, and repeatedly scratched the concave notch. From top to bottom, every stroke was smooth and smooth, without any hesitation.
The second stage is the second stage.
This man only whispers behind his back, but he is always Mr. mu in front of him. Why not call him Ziqi?
He half looked back and saw the girl lying on the bed, her legs up and swinging, her slim ankles looming in her thin trouser legs. She was rubbing her little face in the pillow innocently, which somehow coincided with a warm dream.
"Bang."
The door was suddenly closed, as if trying to cut something.
*
the Dragon Boat Festival emperor Ji ended her long cold in the late autumn. In those days when she was ill, the emperor would go to Fengyang palace every few days, and Pei Yun served her tenderly. The three of them were quiet.
The maid in waiting outside Fengyang palace even heard the laughter of brother and sister from the inner palace.
Once upon a time, they seemed to be separated from each other by mountains, rivers and seas, and they only saluted strangely when they met each other. After experiencing this, they knew each other's feelings, and they could have a good talk with each other. They recovered the intimate relationship of their close relatives. Finally, the identity of Duanyang, the most beloved emperor and concubine of China, came true.
Everything is developing in a good direction, except Princess Zhao, who has never been seen before and is almost in a state of silence.
When Ling Miaomiao was walking in the garden, she saw a long line coming out of the Liuyue palace. The wardens in purple official robes were carrying expensive tea tables, pear flower wooden stools and four fold screens in twos and threes, and they walked by her carefully.
"Be careful, be careful --" the supervisor, who had a long tune, said with no emotion.
"Excuse me, this is..."
The little warden who moved things nodded to her and said quietly with a smile: "the imperial concubine moved to the palace. Excuse me, excuse me."
The resplendent Liuyue palace Princess Zhao is moving away from here.
Two small wardens passed by her and carried several stacked wooden boxes. The top of the boxes was not tightly covered. It was probably filled with beads, hairpins and flowers. We could hear the crisp sound of jade collision inside. They clenched their teeth, their tendons burst up, and they even staggered when they walked."Ah, ah..." One of them suddenly screamed, and his voice was still ringing. The box on it slipped to the left, tilted slightly, and opened up like a giant spitting out a flood, and the necklace and jewels fell on the ground.
The little supervisor's legs trembled slightly and they were sweating in the hot air. They butted the box on the ground and began to blame each other.
"Boom -"
there are unexpected clouds in the sky. In a moment, the dark clouds are dense, and the sky turns dull yellow. Bursts of thunder are coming from far to near, and it's about to rain.
"What's the matter?" The supervisor came cursing.
Two people do not care to blame each other, quickly lying on the ground to pick up, big raindrops have begun to fall, the ground is covered with a round print.
Ling Miaomiao was worried and squatted down to help him pick up some scattered light colored pearl flowers. Beside a gold hairpin, there was a delicate binding scroll, which made the fall spread slightly.
Miaomiao reaches for it, and the scroll unfolds, suddenly revealing a portrait.
This painting is only a quarter of the size of an ordinary human figure. It is small and exquisite. It only reaches the elbow. No wonder it can be stuffed into the dowry and hidden with a bunch of beads.
For some years, the light golden silk has a soft and noble texture. The painting method is not freehand brushwork, but Meticulous Brushwork, even the hair is described one by one.
The painting shows a man wearing a white fur fur cape, revealing a little low-key and luxurious pattern of the inner robe, standing on a horse with black Dengyun boots, wearing a purple gold crown, but his hair is only half wantonly pulled, and the other half is covered with black hair like copper, which is blown up by the wind.
in this world, since wearing a crown, you can't wear a hair, which is plain and white.
But the man in the picture has a pair of narrow and noble eyes, with a high nose and tight lips, which makes him a little cold and proud, and his loose hair doesn't show any frivolity.
It's like a young gentleman who is slightly drunk, gets on the white horse and runs for several miles. He ignores the scattered hair in the wind. When he gets off the horse, he looks at the outsider on the snowy winter night.
Ling Miaomiao also stares at him. He has a high nose and deep eye socket. It's easy to show a pretty figure, but his face is white and his lips are red. It's like the sea cucumber and abalone wings are stacked together. He's as handsome as a refined paper man.
Funny. There's a handsome guy in the dowry of Princess Zhao.
Miaomio tut closed the portrait for only one second, then suddenly stopped and slowly unfolded.
A few round water stains fell on the painting, and the rain began to rain heavily.
…… The man seems to have seen him somewhere.
At first glance, this outstanding appearance is amazing, but because each part is too perfect and has no special features, when you think about it carefully, the face is blurred, leaving only the word "handsome" in your mind
Where on earth have we met?
It's that That Green ox and white horse pass the gate Common people Red flag Seven incense cart
She exclaimed in surprise: -- "The Marquis of light clothes?"
It is said that the marquis in light clothes, rich and handsome, with a better appearance than pan an, is the girl's dream girl of the whole country.
"Memory fragments", light clothing Hou.
A trembling voice beside her sounded in her ear: "how can you recognize light clothes Hou?"
*
the room is full of aloes. The doors and windows are closed on all sides. The curtain is down. The light is dim and bleak. A few thin threads of light are slanting on the table.
Mu Yao and Zhao Taifei sat opposite each other in an old ebony case.
Princess Zhao wore a plain hairpin on her head. Half of her white hair was mixed in her green silk. The skin around her mouth and eyes was slack and dim. Her bags under her eyes were so big that she couldn't shine any more.
Mu Yao sighed to herself that when she first met her, she was still a proud middle-aged lady. It was only half a year, and she looked like an old woman.
When it rained, the dense raindrops pounded the window lattice like peas, the curtain moved, and the wind was whistling.
Mu Yao opened the box in front of her, only took out the jade card with cinnabar beads and red tassels, and put it in her arms silently.
Princess Zhao sat there motionless, like a man carved out of stone.
This remote Chenxiang hall is the former deserted imperial concubine's cold palace, which is in a state of disrepair. When the old story happened, the public sighed and gave advice. With the emperor's tacit consent, she isolated herself from the public. From then on, she became a loner who no one knew.
"Madam, I have one more thing to ask." Mu Yao hesitated. "I found the ghost seal of the Mu family at the site of the old temple. It's very powerful. I have the impression that unless my parents join hands, they can't make such a seal..."
The Mechanical Department of Zhao Taifei nodded, and her tone was flat: "there is no need for mu Fangshi to doubt that it was the palace that held the jade card of Mu family, made up lies, forced your parents to suppress the ghost of Xingshan temple, and covered up the truth." She raised the corner of her mouth with a cold, sarcastic smile. "It's karma to do such things that violate the law of heaven."
However, Mu Yao's doubts were even more intense, and her tone could not help but be a little hasty: "but if the empress had used the jade card ten years ago, then..." She took out the jade card in her sleeve and looked at itHow can a person have two jade medals?
Princess Zhao was silent for a long time and gave a strange smile: "this jade card in your hand is not mine, but someone else's gift. If it wasn't for Minmin, I wouldn't use it easily. "
Mu Yao frowned. The Mujia jade card is rare in the world. It can manipulate the token of the demon catching aristocratic family. It can make the user move between ghosts and gods, even more important than the ordinary tiger amulet and military amulet. Who will give it away easily?
She couldn't help asking, "who was the owner of this jade plate?"
Princess Zhao seemed to be ten years old in an instant, and her eyes became extremely vicissitudes when she looked at her It's Zhao Qinghuan, the younger brother of the palace. "
Sadness, guilt and pity flashed in her eyes. She looked at Mu Yao's face for a long time. She seemed to want to say something. After all, she didn't say a word.
*
"it's nearly ten years since the death of the Marquis of light clothing. I don't want a younger generation like Miss Ling to recognize..." Mr. Xu's muddy eyes, which are inlaid with wrinkles, stare at her and hold up a huge butter paper umbrella to protect them under the umbrella.
There was something strange in his tone, which seemed to contain infinite sigh.
All around the rain gathered in a flash, the rain poured on the ground, and the small warden who carried things became noisy, shouting to carry the furniture under the eaves for shelter.
Ling Miaomiao looked at the portrait and did not answer the rhetorical question The empress hid the portrait of the marquis in her dowry
The old warden frowned slightly and looked at her strangely. He seemed dissatisfied with her malicious speculation: "Your Highness is the brother of our mother."
“……” Miaomiao was stunned for a long time. He rolled up the portrait and put it in his arms. "Excuse me." He turned and ran into the rain curtain.
It's a mess Is qingyihou the younger brother of Princess Zhao?
Wait a minute. It's nearly ten years since the death of the Marquis of light clothing. Calculate the time The child who broke into the seven incense cart and pinched his neck If you calculate your age, it seems to be right
Black Lotus and Princess Zhao are disgusted with each other. Is it the telepathy between the enemy who killed his younger brother and the sufferer? Princess Zhao tried her best to get a little tiger to send to her. What did she mean by that? To raise a tiger for trouble? play the jackal to the tiger?
She shook her head and couldn't figure it out for a moment.
*
at the end of the conversation, Mu Yao takes out a peeling red lacquer cowhide box from her sleeve, opens it and pushes it to Princess Zhao.
There were two black stones lying on the golden silk cloth. Princess Zhao looked at them and immediately closed her eyes and rubbed her temples as if she had been burned. She seemed to have a bad headache.
Mu Yao did not stop because she resisted. She asked, "do you know what this is?"
"What can it be?" Zhao imperial concubine holds a head to sneer a, "is evil thing."
The evil things that make her play around and make her lose everything.
Mu Yao looked at her pitifully: "I have checked with Fu Yi. The so-called relic is actually the tooth of Tao Yu."
“……” Princess Zhao raised her head abruptly, and her mouth twitched involuntarily, pulling out several wrinkles.
Tao Yu's life did not end well, but his death was mistakenly regarded as a spiritual object, worshiping and worshiping, which was a great irony created by Tao Ying.
After looking at her for a long time, Mu Yao sighed: "although this matter has come to an end, there are still many doubts. It's impossible to endow these two teeth with so much energy with the help of the spirit of resentment. "
"And the remains of the people in Xingshan temple. How did they come all the way to Jingyang slope and mingle with Xiangzhuan?"
She fixed to look at Zhao Tai Fei: "Niang Niang, we suspect that there is a big demon behind, so, Jingyang Po Li Zhun this line, must check down."
Princess Zhao seemed very tired and tried to maintain her politeness. She just nodded indifferently: "please help yourself."
(end of the second volume)
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The slender fingers are holding the bamboo dragonfly to the window. The bright sunlight gives the delicate dragonfly wings a layer of plush edge. Ling Miaomiao looks left and right, and tut tut praises: "it's really beautiful." Mu Sheng stretched out her hand to pick it up. She changed her mind temporarily. She put it in her palm and let it out happily: "try it first!" The bamboo dragonfly flew so high that it hit the beam and fell back to the ground. Ling Miaomiao stretched a stretch, relaxed to slide down, lazily lying on the bed, rubbing sore eyes: "success, go to pick it up." Mu Sheng did not move, still sitting at her bedside, seems to be hesitating. After a while, Miaomiao stretched out a thin steel ring in front of her eyes, which was the demon handle that Mu Sheng put on her wrist every day. Miaomiao looked at him blankly. Mu Sheng doesn't look at her. He stares at the demon handle in front of him without blinking: "here you are." lingmiao's heart was shocked. It was like opening the champagne scene. The stopper popped out, and the foam sprayed out for several meters, or the crazy spray of spinning. But she didn't leave a trace on her face. She was calm and cautious: "you Will you give me your demon handle? " If you remember correctly, this pair of demon handles were sent by Mu Yao, which was of great significance. At that time, when the ship passed the Wanjiang River, heilianhua would rather be stabbed than lose one. Mu Sheng looked up at her, as if very dissatisfied with her reaction, black eyes full of annoyance: "give you give you, waste what words." He paused, his eyes fell on the bamboo dragonfly on the floor in the distance, and said in a low voice, "it's a gift in return." The next second, it seems that some regret, impatient up: "do not..." Before he said that, Miaomiao took it and put it on his hand. He also threw his clothes and hid it in his sleeve. He was afraid that he would regret it again: "yes, why not? I knew it was this exchange method. I made ten eight bamboo dragonflies for Mr. Mu!" Mu Sheng glared at her: "you..." "I know!" Miaomiao instantly restrained his wild smile and said, "you're afraid that I won't do anything. You're going to drag everyone down and be selfless." She shook her wrist. Her apricot eyes were big and bright. She said with a smile, "thank you." In my heart, it was a different idea. This demon handle was originally a pair. Now they each take one, which is more or less a couple's money. Is this a big step forward on the road of success? I'm going Mu Sheng leaned over to pick up the bamboo dragonfly on the ground and held it in his hand. When he went out, he stopped for a moment and slightly turned his head. He didn't know what he was waiting for. Ling Miaomiao turns over and buries his face in the soft pillow under the warm afternoon sun. He takes a deep breath of the refreshing rosin and says, "Mr. mu, help me bring it to the door." Ah, how happy the palace is. He held the bamboo dragonfly's hand to his side, rubbed his index finger on the bamboo dragonfly's pole, and repeatedly scratched the concave notch. From top to bottom, every stroke was smooth and smooth, without any hesitation. The second stage is the second stage. This man only whispers behind his back, but he is always Mr. mu in front of him. Why not call him Ziqi? He half looked back and saw the girl lying on the bed, her legs up and swinging, her slim ankles looming in her thin trouser legs. She was rubbing her little face in the pillow innocently, which somehow coincided with a warm dream. "Bang." The door was suddenly closed, as if trying to cut something. * the Dragon Boat Festival emperor Ji ended her long cold in the late autumn. In those days when she was ill, the emperor would go to Fengyang palace every few days, and Pei Yun served her tenderly. The three of them were quiet. The maid in waiting outside Fengyang palace even heard the laughter of brother and sister from the inner palace. Once upon a time, they seemed to be separated from each other by mountains, rivers and seas, and they only saluted strangely when they met each other. After experiencing this, they knew each other's feelings, and they could have a good talk with each other. They recovered the intimate relationship of their close relatives. Finally, the identity of Duanyang, the most beloved emperor and concubine of China, came true. Everything is developing in a good direction, except Princess Zhao, who has never been seen before and is almost in a state of silence. When Ling Miaomiao was walking in the garden, she saw a long line coming out of the Liuyue palace. The wardens in purple official robes were carrying expensive tea tables, pear flower wooden stools and four fold screens in twos and threes, and they walked by her carefully. "Be careful, be careful --" the supervisor, who had a long tune, said with no emotion. "Excuse me, this is..." The little warden who moved things nodded to her and said quietly with a smile: "the imperial concubine moved to the palace. Excuse me, excuse me." The resplendent Liuyue palace Princess Zhao is moving away from here. Two small wardens passed by her and carried several stacked wooden boxes. The top of the boxes was not tightly covered. It was probably filled with beads, hairpins and flowers. We could hear the crisp sound of jade collision inside. They clenched their teeth, their tendons burst up, and they even staggered when they walked."Ah, ah..." One of them suddenly screamed, and his voice was still ringing. The box on it slipped to the left, tilted slightly, and opened up like a giant spitting out a flood, and the necklace and jewels fell on the ground. The little supervisor's legs trembled slightly and they were sweating in the hot air. They butted the box on the ground and began to blame each other. "Boom -" there are unexpected clouds in the sky. In a moment, the dark clouds are dense, and the sky turns dull yellow. Bursts of thunder are coming from far to near, and it's about to rain. "What's the matter?" The supervisor came cursing. Two people do not care to blame each other, quickly lying on the ground to pick up, big raindrops have begun to fall, the ground is covered with a round print. Ling Miaomiao was worried and squatted down to help him pick up some scattered light colored pearl flowers. Beside a gold hairpin, there was a delicate binding scroll, which made the fall spread slightly. Miaomiao reaches for it, and the scroll unfolds, suddenly revealing a portrait. This painting is only a quarter of the size of an ordinary human figure. It is small and exquisite. It only reaches the elbow. No wonder it can be stuffed into the dowry and hidden with a bunch of beads. For some years, the light golden silk has a soft and noble texture. The painting method is not freehand brushwork, but Meticulous Brushwork, even the hair is described one by one. The painting shows a man wearing a white fur fur cape, revealing a little low-key and luxurious pattern of the inner robe, standing on a horse with black Dengyun boots, wearing a purple gold crown, but his hair is only half wantonly pulled, and the other half is covered with black hair like copper, which is blown up by the wind. in this world, since wearing a crown, you can't wear a hair, which is plain and white. But the man in the picture has a pair of narrow and noble eyes, with a high nose and tight lips, which makes him a little cold and proud, and his loose hair doesn't show any frivolity. It's like a young gentleman who is slightly drunk, gets on the white horse and runs for several miles. He ignores the scattered hair in the wind. When he gets off the horse, he looks at the outsider on the snowy winter night. Ling Miaomiao also stares at him. He has a high nose and deep eye socket. It's easy to show a pretty figure, but his face is white and his lips are red. It's like the sea cucumber and abalone wings are stacked together. He's as handsome as a refined paper man. Funny. There's a handsome guy in the dowry of Princess Zhao. Miaomio tut closed the portrait for only one second, then suddenly stopped and slowly unfolded. A few round water stains fell on the painting, and the rain began to rain heavily. The man seems to have seen him somewhere. At first glance, this outstanding appearance is amazing, but because each part is too perfect and has no special features, when you think about it carefully, the face is blurred, leaving only the word "handsome" in your mind Where on earth have we met? It's that That Green ox and white horse pass the gate Common people Red flag Seven incense cart She exclaimed in surprise: -- "The Marquis of light clothes?" It is said that the marquis in light clothes, rich and handsome, with a better appearance than pan an, is the girl's dream girl of the whole country. "Memory fragments", light clothing Hou. A trembling voice beside her sounded in her ear: "how can you recognize light clothes Hou?" * the room is full of aloes. The doors and windows are closed on all sides. The curtain is down. The light is dim and bleak. A few thin threads of light are slanting on the table. Mu Yao and Zhao Taifei sat opposite each other in an old ebony case. Princess Zhao wore a plain hairpin on her head. Half of her white hair was mixed in her green silk. The skin around her mouth and eyes was slack and dim. Her bags under her eyes were so big that she couldn't shine any more. Mu Yao sighed to herself that when she first met her, she was still a proud middle-aged lady. It was only half a year, and she looked like an old woman. When it rained, the dense raindrops pounded the window lattice like peas, the curtain moved, and the wind was whistling. Mu Yao opened the box in front of her, only took out the jade card with cinnabar beads and red tassels, and put it in her arms silently. Princess Zhao sat there motionless, like a man carved out of stone. This remote Chenxiang hall is the former deserted imperial concubine's cold palace, which is in a state of disrepair. When the old story happened, the public sighed and gave advice. With the emperor's tacit consent, she isolated herself from the public. From then on, she became a loner who no one knew. "Madam, I have one more thing to ask." Mu Yao hesitated. "I found the ghost seal of the Mu family at the site of the old temple. It's very powerful. I have the impression that unless my parents join hands, they can't make such a seal..." The Mechanical Department of Zhao Taifei nodded, and her tone was flat: "there is no need for mu Fangshi to doubt that it was the palace that held the jade card of Mu family, made up lies, forced your parents to suppress the ghost of Xingshan temple, and covered up the truth." She raised the corner of her mouth with a cold, sarcastic smile. "It's karma to do such things that violate the law of heaven." However, Mu Yao's doubts were even more intense, and her tone could not help but be a little hasty: "but if the empress had used the jade card ten years ago, then..." She took out the jade card in her sleeve and looked at itHow can a person have two jade medals? Princess Zhao was silent for a long time and gave a strange smile: "this jade card in your hand is not mine, but someone else's gift. If it wasn't for Minmin, I wouldn't use it easily. " Mu Yao frowned. The Mujia jade card is rare in the world. It can manipulate the token of the demon catching aristocratic family. It can make the user move between ghosts and gods, even more important than the ordinary tiger amulet and military amulet. Who will give it away easily? She couldn't help asking, "who was the owner of this jade plate?" Princess Zhao seemed to be ten years old in an instant, and her eyes became extremely vicissitudes when she looked at her It's Zhao Qinghuan, the younger brother of the palace. " Sadness, guilt and pity flashed in her eyes. She looked at Mu Yao's face for a long time. She seemed to want to say something. After all, she didn't say a word. * "it's nearly ten years since the death of the Marquis of light clothing. I don't want a younger generation like Miss Ling to recognize..." Mr. Xu's muddy eyes, which are inlaid with wrinkles, stare at her and hold up a huge butter paper umbrella to protect them under the umbrella. There was something strange in his tone, which seemed to contain infinite sigh. All around the rain gathered in a flash, the rain poured on the ground, and the small warden who carried things became noisy, shouting to carry the furniture under the eaves for shelter. Ling Miaomiao looked at the portrait and did not answer the rhetorical question The empress hid the portrait of the marquis in her dowry The old warden frowned slightly and looked at her strangely. He seemed dissatisfied with her malicious speculation: "Your Highness is the brother of our mother." Miaomiao was stunned for a long time. He rolled up the portrait and put it in his arms. "Excuse me." He turned and ran into the rain curtain. It's a mess Is qingyihou the younger brother of Princess Zhao? Wait a minute. It's nearly ten years since the death of the Marquis of light clothing. Calculate the time The child who broke into the seven incense cart and pinched his neck If you calculate your age, it seems to be right Black Lotus and Princess Zhao are disgusted with each other. Is it the telepathy between the enemy who killed his younger brother and the sufferer? Princess Zhao tried her best to get a little tiger to send to her. What did she mean by that? To raise a tiger for trouble? play the jackal to the tiger? She shook her head and couldn't figure it out for a moment. * at the end of the conversation, Mu Yao takes out a peeling red lacquer cowhide box from her sleeve, opens it and pushes it to Princess Zhao. There were two black stones lying on the golden silk cloth. Princess Zhao looked at them and immediately closed her eyes and rubbed her temples as if she had been burned. She seemed to have a bad headache. Mu Yao did not stop because she resisted. She asked, "do you know what this is?" "What can it be?" Zhao imperial concubine holds a head to sneer a, "is evil thing." The evil things that make her play around and make her lose everything. Mu Yao looked at her pitifully: "I have checked with Fu Yi. The so-called relic is actually the tooth of Tao Yu." Princess Zhao raised her head abruptly, and her mouth twitched involuntarily, pulling out several wrinkles. Tao Yu's life did not end well, but his death was mistakenly regarded as a spiritual object, worshiping and worshiping, which was a great irony created by Tao Ying. After looking at her for a long time, Mu Yao sighed: "although this matter has come to an end, there are still many doubts. It's impossible to endow these two teeth with so much energy with the help of the spirit of resentment. " "And the remains of the people in Xingshan temple. How did they come all the way to Jingyang slope and mingle with Xiangzhuan?" She fixed to look at Zhao Tai Fei: "Niang Niang, we suspect that there is a big demon behind, so, Jingyang Po Li Zhun this line, must check down." Princess Zhao seemed very tired and tried to maintain her politeness. She just nodded indifferently: "please help yourself." end of the second volume www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
