Dressed as the real daughter of the wealthy control group

She squinted at Mu Qingyi who came in, turned over and touched the wound, and frowned.

"Does Your Highness's wound hurt again?" Mu Qingyi approached the bed, leaned over and said in a low voice, "I'll change the medicine for Your Highness, the wound is scabbing and you can't scratch it. Changing the medicine will relieve the discomfort."

She didn't say a word, she half-prostrated on the bed, watching this gentle gentleman half-kneeling in front of the bed, loosening the thin outer clothes for her, revealing the wound on his back

There was a three-inch long knife wound on the snow-white skin, which was extremely hideous.

Mu Qingyi's movements were very gentle, and the technique of changing the dressing was lighter than that of the palace servants, so she could hardly feel any pain.

"If your Highness is in pain, just say a word, and I will move lightly."

The candlelight in the inner hall was dim, the night breeze blew through the corridor, the palace lanterns outside the window were flickering, and the leaves were whirling. The other party was very close, and she could smell the clear spring breath on the other party's body mixed with a faint sandalwood fragrance, which was very similar to A Taoist disciple who lives in seclusion in the mountains.

Changge looked at the scabbed wound on his tiger's mouth, half-closed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Why did you come back to Shengdu, Mr. Lang? There are neither famous mountains and spiritual waters, nor celebrities who live in seclusion. Okay? Why are you coming back?"

The news from the secret guard was that when Mu Qingyi was born, the priest who guarded the crane wrote him a motto, saying that he was destined to die in Shengdu.So even if the Mu family loves this little gentleman, they can only reluctantly send him away from Shengdu. For many years, he has followed Taoist priest Shouhe to practice Taoism, and instead of entering official career, he traveled around.

Given the current treacherous situation in the court, Mu Qingyi will die sooner or later if he stays in the capital.

Mu Qingyi was shocked, and said in a low voice: "It's good to be outside, and it's good to be in a prosperous city. If you have mountains and rivers in your heart, you can live in seclusion everywhere."

If he doesn't return to Shengdu, he will probably never meet the little lady who longs for a rabbit lamp under the willow tree at the bridge head. At that time, there are thousands of lights and she stands alone in the quiet place of the crowd. Light her way back.

Later, under the Chunyu Corridor and on the temple mountain, every time he met, he unconsciously wanted to get close to her, even though he later found out that she was the imperial concubine of the country with power, in his heart, she was still the lonely little lady when he first met .

The cold fingers fell on the skin, and the strange breath of the opposite sex invaded, causing a shudder.She lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "Does the gentleman give medicine to other young ladies in the same way? Lonely men and widows, skin to skin?"

"Tsing Yi only gave medicine to wild rabbits and injured birds in the mountains." There was a slight smile in the other party's voice, "I used to live in the deep mountains, and I didn't see people's voices. Later, when I entered the world and went down the mountains, most of them had doctors from medical centers. Going to Tsing Yi's medical class to play tricks. Is Your Highness disappointed?"

Changge: "..."

"As for lonely men and widows, skin to skin." The other party's voice darkened, "I will take responsibility for Your Highness."

Changge: "???"

She simply closed her eyes and said nothing more.It was her carelessness that Mr. Mu's family was so eloquent.

Mu Qingyi applied good medicine for her, straightened her clothes, took out the changed gauze items, lit a stick of incense again, and then entered the inner hall.

She didn't sleep well, and she always felt a scorching gaze fall on her body. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Mr. Mu's family standing in front of the bed. illusion.

"Your Highness, do you want some water?"

She looked at the considerate Mr. Lang, nodded, drank water and continued to sleep drowsily.

Until the end of the hot summer, the wound on her back completely healed, leaving only a light pink scar. Xiao Ji sent several letters in succession, urging her to return to the imperial palace. Xiao Feizhang was also crying and writing letters. Learn to write, some words can't be written yet, and there are many mistakes.

"Sister, when will you return to the palace? Feizhang misses Sister so much, the Tai Tuo has been so strict recently..."

A crying face was drawn on the back, and then he wrote his daily life in a chronological order. Where he was happy, he drew a smiling face, and when he was unhappy, he drew a crying face. In the end, he simply used pictures instead of letters, which made her dumbfounded.

She has no reason to continue living in the palace. After all, she is not as thick-skinned as Qiu Moyan. She is seriously ill and hides in the hot spring palace all year round.

She ordered the palace servants to pack their bags, and then went to the side hall to bid farewell to Mu Qingyi.After her injury recovered, Mu Qingyi stopped keeping watch at night. If she didn't summon her during the day, she would rarely appear in front of her. It will also kill a few corrupt officials.

The side hall where Mu Qingyi lived was not far from her main hall, separated by a lotus lake. In the evening, when the sun was setting, she was playing a round fan, and when she passed the bridge, she saw a man in a commoner hat sitting in the gazebo fishing.

After a while, I caught a lively fish and put it in the fish basket.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the lake, the golden light was dotted, the lotus had withered, and green lotus pods were formed one by one. A life like a dream.

If she hadn't been in the emperor's house and hadn't entered the imperial court, she would have liked such a glamorous gentleman like the two little ladies in the temple, and she would have dreamed of raising the case with eyebrows and unquestioning love and affection. Live your life like this.

It's a pity that when you walk out of this palace, you will still be surrounded by swords, lights and swords.The first half of his life has been ruined, so he is not qualified to dream.

She walked to the gazebo, scaring away the fish that filled the lake.

Mu Qingyi got up and smiled, "Does Your Highness want to pick lotus pods?"

Changge's words of rejection froze on the tip of his tongue, and then he nodded. A quarter of an hour later, Mu Qingyi rowed a boat and took her to pick lotus pods on the lake. For the lotus pods, she reached out and picked a few lotus pods, and peeled off fresh lotus seeds one by one, peeling off a bunch of them like this.

Mu Qingyi packed the lotus seeds she had peeled, and said with a gentle smile: "It's just right to go back and cook a pot of lotus seed soup. When it's done, I'll send it to your room."

She said lightly, "Go back to the palace tonight."

Mu Qingyi only pondered: "Then I will go back with His Highness, and send it to Chaohua Palace after it is cooked."

Changge's eyes are slightly deep, Xiao Ji will definitely make trouble when she returns to the palace, and Mu Qingyi will go back with her, life and death are unpredictable.

"That's fine, so I'll leave it to you, sir. We'll get married on the tenth day of October." Changge smiled at him.

Mu Qingyi was slightly stunned, and smiled for a long time: "This is the first time I've seen His Highness smile since I've known His Highness for so long. Changge, smile more in the future."

The breeze was blowing, and the lotus leaves on the lake were swaying. She sat in the boat, looked at the modest gentleman in front of her, took off the Buddhist beads on her wrist and handed them to him: "This is the glazed Buddhist beads that my father gave me to protect me when I was young. It is a treasure that the country pays tribute to. Each bead is engraved with a Buddha's head and engraved with a six-character mantra. This object has been with me for many years, and now I give it to you as a betrothal thing."

Mu Qingyi looked at the introverted brilliance of the glazed beads, and said in a low voice: "I hope that when I attain Bodhi in the next life, my body will be like colored glaze, clear inside and outside, pure and flawless. Tsing Yi will be treasured with me."

Changge lowered his eyes and put on the beads for him. The beads were a bit big when she wore them, and they fit perfectly on Mu Qingyi's wrist.

Maybe everything is predestined.If he died, her plan would fail, but if he lived, she would still be able to win a piece of the world. Mu Qingyi's death seems to be closely related to her.

She suddenly wanted to meet the legendary Taoist Crane Guard.

"I wonder if Mr. Lang can recommend Taoist Priest Shouhe?"

"The master travels abroad all the year round, but when writing the marriage letter before, the master said that he would come to watch the ceremony, so I can write a letter back to the Taoist temple."

Changge smiled slightly, and returned to the shore with him.

When she returned to the imperial palace, it was already late at night, and when she got off the chariot, she saw the young emperor flying up crying, hugging her leg and howling: "Sister, you can be counted back, Feizhang thought that sister Don't want me."

She glanced at the two rows of chilling armored guards, then leaned over and touched Xiao Feizhang's head, pinching his little face: "It seems to have gained a little weight."

Fei Zhang's eyes widened in disbelief, and he complained, "I've lost a lot of weight, and my clothes are getting wider. If you don't believe me, ask grandma."

The old mother in the palace came forward and said with a smile: "Your Majesty has been looking forward to Di Ji's return day and night, and has been sad several times."

"That's right." The young emperor nodded aggrievedly, "I'm going to sleep with sister tonight."

As he spoke, the little guy glanced secretly at the dark palace behind him, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously clung to her.

Changge's eyes deepened, he looked at the unlit Chaohua Hall, and said lightly: "You take Mu Langjun to the side hall to rest, and take your majesty back to your own bedroom."

"I want to be with sister."

"Your Highness hasn't given the medicine yet."

The two voices said in unison.

Mu Qingyi and Youdi looked at each other and reached a consensus.

"Take your Majesty to the bedroom." A deep voice sounded, and in the Chaohua Palace, the palace servants shivered and lit candles. Xiao Ji stood in the courtyard with a handsome and cold face, full of murderous aura.

"Have you seen the Lord Regent, who is still in Chaohua Palace so late?" Mu Qingyi stepped forward, bowed gently and modestly, and stood in front of her.

Xiao Ji's face became more and more icy, and he looked at her deeply, with anger accumulated in his eyes.

She raised her eyes and smiled coldly, knowing that he wanted to settle accounts with her, but there was no marriage contract between them, no matchmaker's words, and three selfless decisions for life, so what kind of account is there?

"Mu Langjun, do you still want your Mu family to kneel outside the palace gate to intercede for you today? Or do you want to drag those noble civil servants to kneel together?"

Just as Mu Qingyi was about to speak, she stepped forward to hold his hand and shook her head lightly.

There must always be a settlement between her and Xiao Ji, which cannot be interfered by outsiders.

Seeing this, Mu Qingyi was silent for a few breaths, then stretched out his arms to hug her forbearance, and said in a low voice: "I'm in the side hall, call me if you need something."

Changge was embraced by him, and his whole body was enveloped by the faint scent of sandalwood. His body was slightly stiff, and the sound of gasping from the palace servant came from beside him.

Mu Qingyi quickly let go of her, and led the young emperor out of the Chaohua Palace, and the armored guards also retreated silently.

In Chaohua Hall, only she and Xiao Ji were left.

She didn't even look at Xiao Ji, and ordered the palace servants: "Take a bath and change clothes first."

All the way back, it was full of dust, and the underwear was wet with thin sweat, which was very uncomfortable.

The condemned prisoner even had a full meal before he set off on the road, and Xiao Ji wanted to ask his teacher to question him, so he had to wait for her to take a bath and change clothes, so that she was refreshed before killing her.

The palace people looked at Xiao Ji's face tremblingly, then went to prepare hot water and light incense.

"Your Highness will give in later, Lord Regent will definitely not really embarrass His Highness."

She lay in the bath with eyes closed, did not speak, and did not know how long it had passed, the palace servant wrung her long hair dry, Xiao Ji couldn't wait to come in, picked her up from the bath without saying a word, and helped her Put on pajamas, carried her into the inner hall.

After the hot kiss fell, she turned her face away, and the other party kissed her neck, and said hoarsely: "Don't move, Changge, I haven't had a good sleep for a long time."

He measured her waist with his wide palm, and said in a low voice, "I lost some weight."

"Bitter summer, I have no appetite."

She opened her mouth lightly, and the other party gave a low smile, reached out and pulled out the jasper dagger from her hair, threw it on the ground, and fell into a deep sleep in her arms. She didn't question her, didn't get angry or humiliated, didn't even ask a question, just hugged her she goes to sleep.

She was strangled in his arms and couldn't breathe, so she pushed him impatiently, Xiao Ji stretched out his hand to stroke her hair, and coaxed her in a low voice, "Don't make trouble."

The voice was low and hoarse.

With a sneer, she summoned the palace servants to open the windows to let the night breeze in, lit incense sticks, and watched the memorial by the candlelight.

During the period of leaving the imperial palace, although Xiao Ji would send memorials to the palace, most of them were insignificant memorials, and occasionally he would send approved memorials to ask for her opinion.

"Go to the side hall and tell Mr. Mu Lang that you don't need the lotus seed soup tonight, and you can use it tomorrow." She ordered the palace staff to go to the side hall and tell Mu Qingyi about the situation here.

"Yes, Your Highness." The palace servants did not dare to raise their heads, and responded in a low voice, and went to the side hall to tell the gentleman truthfully that the Lord Regent is staying in the Chaohua Palace today, but His Highness was not asleep, and was still reading the memorial all night.

Everyone knows that His Highness has a very close relationship with the Lord Regent, and His Highness is going to marry this Lord Mu Lang.

Changge reviewed the memorial until late at night, and finally fell asleep at some point. When she woke up, Xiao Ji was no longer there. When the palace man was dressing her, he saw the mottled hickey marks on her neck, and his hands trembled a little: "Your Highness, you need to use face powder. Shall you cover it? You will have breakfast with Mu Langjun in the morning."

"No need." She looked at the hickey marks on her neck in the bronze mirror. At the end of summer, the clothes were thin and couldn't cover them. Her skin was tender, and a little force could leave marks. Xiao Ji liked to leave various marks on her body the most. This imprint must have been intentionally left while she was asleep, in order to force Mu Qingyi to retreat.

But she also wanted Mu Qingyi to see this scene, and wanted to know his reaction.She didn't want to hide her relationship with Xiao Ji from him.

"Your Highness, Mr. Mu Lang has arrived."

Changge came out from behind the screen, and saw Mu Qingyi picking up the jasper dagger that had been discarded on the ground. Although the dagger was made of jade, it was unscathed.

She was dumbfounded, the jasper dagger was casually thrown out by Xiao Ji last night, she forgot to pick it up.

"I'll put it on for Your Highness." Mu Qingyi leaned over to put the magic weapon on her with gentle eyes, and his eyes fell on the hickey marks of different shades on her neck. He frowned and pulled her to sit down without saying a word. , took out the green cooling ointment, and rubbed it on her.

He wiped carefully, and Changge looked at him steadily, trying to see a trace of disdain or contempt from his expression, but there was none.

"Your Highness, don't look at me like that." With a hoarse voice, he covered her eyes with his hands, and said in a hoarse voice with self-reproach, "Let's get married earlier."

Chang Singer froze, never expecting him to say such a thing.

She shook her head: "Even if I marry Mr. Lang, it won't change the status quo. Does Mr. Lang not mind?"

Although she is powerful, she will not easily use her hole cards to fight Xiao Ji for life and death. The court is in turmoil, and the people who suffer are the same. Xiao Ji is the same, even though he hates her, he never kills her.There is a delicate balance between them.

This marriage is just a bargaining chip in her hands, and she will not easily break the current balance unless necessary.

Mu Qingyi's face was pale, and he was silent for a long time before smiling slightly: "I will protect Your Highness until the day when His Highness doesn't need me. It's time for breakfast."

She turned her head to look at him, and for the first time realized that she couldn't see through the gentle breeze and bright moon in front of her. The first time she saw him, she was like a breeze, and when she saw him again, she was like an abyss.