Inside the palace.

After visiting the emperor, Nie Xuanxian stepped out of the Xuanzheng Hall. Because the emperor's physical condition is not optimistic, but he is afraid that the emperor and some officials will be rebellious, Xie Chongming secretly instructed Nie Xuancheng to strictly control the court. At this moment he came out and was ready to go home. Passing through the Jiuqu promenade in the palace, I saw Xie Yaohua standing there, standing sideways and talking to the palace people.

"Princess Yongning." Nie Xuanxian saluted softly.

Xie Yaohua stopped his voice sharply and looked back to see Nie Xuanxian. He has described thinness for many days because he was worried about Mengqin's affairs. His handsome and sturdy face is even thinner and his silhouette is more obvious. Xie Yaohua walked over and took his stove to his palm.

"As haggard as you, shouldn't you have a good rest?"

Nie Xuanxian said nothing.

On Xie Yaohua's bun, two oblique branches of snow-colored beads flowed into hairpins, and the curling sideburns were embedded with one piece of Yingying beads. She bowed her head slightly, blocking the discoloration in her eyes, with a tone of regret: "I know, Laiyi suddenly smelt Yuyu, at such a good age, no one can bear it. But when it comes to grief. What is the most uncomfortable for Changxin Hou? You don’t have to be sad about it. If it’s not for us to hide from the father emperor, I’m afraid he will be more sad.

In her words, she deliberately pointed out the relationship between Sheng Jiayan and Meng Eqi. Nie Xuanxian frowned slightly after hearing the consequences, saying: "The dead is big, and the micro minister will no longer talk about it. The princess can now enter the Xuanzheng Palace, the emperor is now Drink medicated meals."

Xie Yaohua didn't leave, touching the flower petals on the cuffs of the gardenia, and there was a slight sorrow on her face: "Another month will be the day when you and I become married, Xuan Yun, I... Call you. If you feel embarrassed or unwilling, I can now tell the emperor to let him take it back. I don’t like the strong man’s trouble, so I can understand you."

When Nie Xuanxian refused to marry, he rushed to his mouth. He looked up and saw Xie Yaohua's face on his back, and his nose was cold and red. It must have been waiting here for a long time. Her thin body was wrapped in a large Chinese dress, and behind her was the winter landscape in the garden, which made her look very pitiful. Xie Yaohua didn't know what he thought of him. When the emperor was seriously ill, he issued such a decree to give marriage, which was nothing more than entrusting Xie Yaohua to those whom the emperor trusted. He Nie Xuanxian was loyal to Junjun. At this time, the resistance was not respected, which was really not his style. Not to mention bullying Xie Yaohua as a weak woman, Nie Xuanxian did not say anything to refuse.

So he could only tighten his face, and then said: "Princess Xie forgive me, but the decree is down, Xuan Xian must be responsible in the end."

Nie Xuanxian arched his hand and said that there was something important in the house, so he left first.

Xie Yaohua looked at his back away, and exhaled slowly.

The court lady bowed to her body and asked, "A few days later, it will be the birthday feast of Changxinhou. Can the princess be there? Or should the slave-servant pick a few gifts and send them away."

Xie Yaohua raised his eyebrows and narrowed his phoenix eyes: "Lai Yi has just passed away. Changxin Hou has this interest in holding a banquet? Haven't you heard him drink a few days ago?"

The maid said yes, only after thinking for a while: "Princess Laiyi has passed away, how can Changxin Hou plan for himself in the future, he can't be unhappy for a dead princess all day long? The birthday banquet is a good opportunity for him to take advantage of the party. He should not miss this good opportunity."

Xie Yaohua didn't even have a smile in his eyes, and his eyes were cold, like the big golden hibiscus flower on her temples, sharp but cold.

"In this case, Princess Ben had to be present in person, holding a handful of Changxinhou's majesty."

...

Meng Eqi was sitting in the room of Jian Jia Yuan, his hands clasped tightly, seeming to be extremely nervous.

The girl named Yurun thought that she was excited and persuaded: "The girl doesn't have to be so excited. Although Changxin Hou is not an ordinary person, I don't expect to be treated like us. I just check my body routinely and see you later. The girl in the building will be better."

Meng Haoqi sat on the mahogany dripping couch, and the taste was hard to tell. She took a deep breath before exhaling, comforting herself.

Shouldn't Sheng Jiayan come by himself? Except that he may see him from a distance on the day of the birthday feast. Drunken Hou can't stay in this place. Meng Hao thought about it, and when he went back this time, he found an opportunity to resign to Li Cailuan.

Just as she was immersed in her thoughts, the voice of the maid came suddenly from the outside.

"Hou Ye, Miss Li is in this room."

"Got it, let's go down." Sheng Jiayan's clear voice came, and Meng Yuqi immediately felt like an electric shock.

will not! ? Won't it be so coincident? ! He came by himself?

Meng Haoqi quickly grabbed the goose veil on the table, Yurun heard the sound outside and was startled, and then quickly reacted, immediately got up and turned to the outer hall in front of the screen.

"Please give peace to Hou Ye." Yurun's voice.

"Well--" Sheng Jiayan still said coldly: "You go down."

Yurun was a little embarrassed. She glanced at her and said daringly: "Hou Ye, our girl Li's voice has broken down in the past few days. If you want to ask anything, it would be better if the slave-servant is still present and can help her back. Once back to you."

After she finished, she took a quick look at Changxinhou. But Sheng Jiayan's eyes were as cold as a sword, and Yurun felt a little drummed at this glance.

Sheng Jiayan's displeased expression gradually reached the corner of his eyebrows, forced by his temperament, Yurun really had no choice but to bless his body: "The slave-servant went out first."

She glanced anxiously behind the barrier and bit her lip out to close the door.

At this time, Meng Yuqi seemed to hear no other sounds, only to hear his heartbeat speed up with Sheng Jiayan's footsteps approaching.

She tried to restrain her tremors as much as possible, and she was deliberately calm.

Sheng Jiayan came to the table and sat across from Meng Eqi, holding his head so that he could look at Meng Eqi at a glance.

Meng Wanqi straightened his neck and seemed to be looked at calmly by him.

The two were speechless for a while.

Xu Yu, Sheng Jiayan knocked on the desktop, and said lazily: "Don't ask for peace?"

Meng Yuqi was shocked. How did she forget about this matter? Ordinary Qing Yi saw Sheng Jiayan, she should be very afraid of respect, how could she sit here steadily like her.

She got up hurriedly, ready to salute. Sheng Jiayan stopped her, and tapped a teapot at her fingertips: "Come and serve a cup of tea."

Meng Eqi steadied his mind and walked step by step to pick up the teapot. Chengbi's tea flowed down the spout, and a mass of heat spread between him and her. Sheng Jiayan's eyes looked very hazy with the mist. In a trance, Meng Wanqi even saw a snickering flash under his eyes. But the **** flickered again, but it was still the indifferent look of snow and ice, as if it were all her illusions.

Meng Eqiu hands up in a tea cup, slowly lowering his head, waiting for him to take over.

Sheng Jiayan missed it, glancing at the jade bracelet on her wrist. He stretched out his hand to hold Meng Eqi's wrist, but suddenly stopped, turned his palm to pick up the hot cup of tea.

Sheng Jiayan took a sip slowly before putting it back on the table.

"I hear your voice is broken." he asked.

Meng Wanqi didn't know what his intention was, but he nodded slowly.

"Can't talk, or won't even sing the song." He got up and walked aside the book case: "If you can't, just write it down."

Meng Wanqi passed by, picked up the wolf and drew full ink, preparing to write her answer on rice paper. But her nib hangs over the rice paper and suddenly stops, Meng Eqiu lowered her head, her beautiful eyes widened slightly in panic.

Sheng Jiayan knew her handwriting, and her handwriting was all from the Shengjiayan church. As long as she wrote, wouldn't she be exposed?

Meng Wanqi Yu Guang saw Sheng Jiayan narrowing his eyes.

Almost caught his way...

So Meng Haoqi drew three forks on the rice paper with a pen, Sheng Jiayan frowned gradually: "What do you mean?"

Meng Yuqi pointed to his throat and his pen.

Three forks, meaning-

You can't sing or write without conversation.

"..." Sheng Jiayan actually understood.

"In this case," Sheng Jiayan raised a pair of cold eyes: "Directly take off."

Meng Hao's eyes widened in an instant, seeming to be surprised.

"Why? Don't you know?" Sheng Jiayan walked slowly, she was close to her, the two breathed out the breath together, he said: "Why does Houfu choose a woman who is innocent, you don't know What?"

Meng 萋 tremble like sieve bran.

At this moment, Sheng Jiayan slammed her wrist, and even felt the raised scar.

He picked up Meng Qiqi's hand and almost resisted her and asked, "It's such a coincidence, have you hurt your wrist? Miss Li."

Meng Yeqi couldn't bear it anymore, suddenly pushed away Sheng Jiayan, turned and flew to the open window beside him. She had just climbed up the window and was about to jump through the window to escape, but found that the courtyard was already surrounded by regiments!

Meng Eqi retreated back and forth and hit Sheng Jiayan's chest.

Sheng Jiayan approached her and stepped closer to the wall. Meng Eqi was leaning against the wall behind him and was imprisoned by Sheng Jiayan in his arms.

Sheng Jiayan's almost hoarse and low voice: "Since it's not dead, why don't you come to me? Seeing me even escaping, do you find it fun--"

"Meng Yuqi?"

Meng Eqi was taken out at this time, knowing that he could not escape, but he was not so afraid, but looked back at him calmly, with a firm tone: "Meng Eqi has already died in that autumn night, Hou Ye still looking for What is she doing?"

Sheng Jiayan's eyes angered: "Why? Do you still think I'm instructing all this behind your back? I secretly planned power, and I didn't tell you anything to protect you. These let the intentional people take advantage of it. In my eyes, I'm counting you? Meng Eqi, my affection for you, you think it's fake, am I kidding?"