Rebirth is back for you

Qingyue Imperial Palace, Liuyun Palace.

In the huge study room, there is a warm tent screen, the fire is lightly smoked, the picture scroll is green scroll, and the fragrant mist is lingering.

A tall and slender woman is holding a blue and white penholder in her forehand, supporting the table to paint.The sleeves embroidered with golden silk auspicious clouds swayed back and forth in the air, caressing people's hearts like a breeze, causing slight ripples.

Whether it's the extraordinary decorations in the hall, or the woman's natural nobility, they all reflect her unusual identity - Qingyue's first-born princess and eldest grandson Qimu.

As the characters on the scroll jumped out little by little, Changsun Qimu's thin lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved;

The sleeves are flowing, and the characters falling under the brush are also vivid, sitting on the horse in a snow-white figure, with a beautiful face and a beautiful appearance, which is unparalleled in the world.

Changsun Qimu retracted his pen for a while, pursed his lips and looked at it for a while, then picked up the pen and wrote two sentences in the upper left corner of the scroll.

The streamer is bright and shining, dyeing the world without color.

That person is so handsome, he should be unparalleled in the world.

"Princess, Luo Yi is back." The voice of eldest grandson Qimu's personal servant, Roy, sounded respectfully outside the door.

"Come in." His hands kept moving the pen, and he spoke in a cool voice.

Roy pushed the door and walked in, approaching the desk: "Princess, Prince Jing has returned home safely."

"En." Changsun Qimu responded softly, his eyes never moved away from the scroll, and he said in a low voice, "Where are Jin Yang and Jiang Baixi?"

"Princess Jin Chang went to Huamanlou today, and she left the post house not long after Mr. Jing returned to the mansion." Roy paused, then continued: "Prince Jiang went to the Deqin Palace to visit the sick man earlier. The old Prince Deqin who was sick, Jing Shizi sent him out about half an hour after he returned to the mansion, and the two of them seem to have a very happy conversation."

Changsun Qimu's brush strokes paused slightly, and a small ball of ink smeared slightly on the hook of the last word "color".

She closed her eyes lightly, looked at the ball of ink quietly for a while, and muttered: "Let Xiaotuanzi check to see if it's the morning court, and then take the memorial handed over by the Qin Tianjian to the imperial study."

"Yes." Roy bowed his head in response. When he turned around, he glanced at the picture scroll on the desk, and left the study with a soft sigh in his heart.

The door was closed softly, Changsun Qimu put down the brush, his eyes quietly fell on the scroll, and his jade-like fingertips lifted up and gently stroked the face of the person on the painting.Then he rolled up the scroll, put it away properly, and walked out of the study.

Wuliguo stayed at the inn.

Jin Yang, who was dressed in black and had long hair, stood quietly in front of the window, and after listening to the report from the hidden guard, he called out, "Ling Lan!"

A maid about fifteen or sixteen years old pushed open the door and asked as she walked, "Your Highness?"

"Send someone to pay homage to the Deqin Palace. Princess Yanben has heard that the plum blossoms on Yulong Mountain not far from the capital of Qingyue are the best in the world. I sincerely invite Mr. Jing to enjoy the plum blossoms together tomorrow." Jin Yang pondered for a moment. , opened his mouth and ordered.

Ling Lan froze for a moment, not understanding the reason for Jin Yang's sudden invitation.

As the eldest princess of Wuli, Jin Yang has been exceptionally intelligent since she was a child, with six psychic senses, a little person who speaks and does things rigidly, quite like a little adult.Therefore, it is rare to get close to people, let alone be so concerned about an outsider, which is unprecedented.

"No, you go in person, you must wait for Jing Shizi's personal reply." Jin Yang added before Ling Lan recovered.

"...Yes, I will retire." Ling Lan retreated with a little confusion, and as she walked, she was thinking about who the King Shizi was, who had come to Qingyue together for more than half a month. All the officials, big and small, knew about it. She had never heard of this name before. Let's go down and ask Ling Jue later, Ling Lan thought.

Here, Jing Ran, who had sent Jiang Baixi away, walked towards Zhilan Garden again.Although she left the house to go to Yuemi Mountain when she was seven years old, she has brought the consciousness of her previous life with her since she was born, so she has been paying attention to the big and small things in various countries since she was a child, but after all, there are still many secrets hidden on the surface. If you don't know and understand, you have to ask the old prince Deqin.

As soon as one foot stepped into the door of the bedroom, the old prince of Deqin's voice came out lightly: "Stinky boy, the old emperor has been very strict with the Deqin palace these years, and the imperial decree about your entry into the palace will be passed on in a short while. Now, you go back to Qingye Pavilion to make some preparations, if you have anything to say, wait until you come back!"

Jing Ran was just hanging half of his feet in the air, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the eaves when he heard the angry voice of the old prince Deqin, thinking how indecent the people outside are now, he took it back.

"Smelly old man, no matter how anxious you are, don't be in a hurry. I just entered the palace like this, but my eyes were blind!" Jing Ran replied angrily, and as soon as he stretched out his hand to open the door, he saw the little butler of the palace, Jing Huai's. Adopted son Jing Ke walked in hastily.

Seeing Jingran standing at the door, he kept talking while walking: "Your Majesty, there is a decree from the palace saying that the emperor announces that you will enter the palace immediately. He also said that Daxue Tianhan specially sent you to the palace because of your weakness. The carriage came to pick him up, and the father-in-law who came to pass the decree is already waiting at the door."

Jing Ran paused, turned her head and stared expressionlessly at Jing Ke whose mouth was flying up and down.

Jing Ke was so frightened that he trembled all over, and his tone of voice stammered, "Shi... Shizi...what's the matter?"

Old Prince Deqin's hearty laughter sounded from the room at the right time, and Jing Ke was even more puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, with a dazed expression on his face.

Jing Ran angrily rolled her eyes at the wooden door, then turned to Jing Ke and said, "Please invite the father-in-law who will deliver the decree to come in to watch tea, and then go back to Qingye Pavilion to prepare hot water, take a bath and change clothes."

"Yes!" Jing Ke quickly turned her head and trot out of Zhilan Garden.

Jing Huai shook his head and scolded with a smile: "This brat, no matter how many times I have taught him, he is still so frizzy all day long."

Jing Ke was adopted and raised by Jing Huai since he was a child, but because he was never married and had no children, he treated him like a parent and child, and taught him hand in hand. housekeeper.

"It's true." Jing Ran smiled, and said to Jing Huai, "Grandpa took care of Uncle Huai to take care of him, and he will come back when I come back from the palace."

"Yes, it is the blessing and duty of this old slave to take care of the old prince, son, hurry up, don't delay." Jing Huai bowed slightly.

Jing Ran nodded and returned to Qingye Pavilion.I haven't returned for ten years, but here is not the same as when she left. The plum grove, bamboo grove, three-color maple grove and the small lake with covered bridges are all the same as in her memory.

However, the time was tight, and he did not have time to look around carefully before packing up and entering the palace.

Although the snow outside was much less at this time, there was a rather thick layer of ice on the road.Although layers of anti-slip measures have been taken for the horseshoes and wheels, they still move extremely slowly for safety reasons.

Jing Ran allowed the carriage to move forward leisurely, relaxed his body and leaned lazily against the wall of the carriage, slightly closed his eyes, and thought carefully about the warm words and demeanors of the master who had just cast a scorching gaze and Jiang Baixi.

The imperial study room.

In the huge and empty palace, four tall golden nanmu pillars are arranged in a square form and supported. The pillars are carved with gold-plated lifelike nine-clawed dragons, showing the solemnity and majesty of the imperial power.

In the middle of the ground is a huge deerskin velvet carpet, on which is a tall cloisonné enamel cloud and dragon pattern ink jade table, and behind it is a red sandalwood hollow armchair.

The man in the bright yellow dragon robe is sitting straight on the armchair, with his hands on the jade table, his gaze is like a torch, scanning the contents of the open memorial at his hand like a falcon, and he exudes the emperor's long-term superiority. The prestige and the faint depressing trend.

At the first ten steps below the jade case, the eldest grandson Qimu in a sky blue skirt stood with his arms folded, waiting for the voice of the person above the high rank without any haste.

After a long silence, Emperor Yue closed the memorial with his slightly aged hands, and said in a deep and gentle voice with a strong majesty: "Are you here to ask for an order?"

"Returning to my father, the memorial sent by the Qin Tianjian has been written very clearly. The star is now alive, and now all parties are ready to move. Qingyue experienced the rebellion of the Seven Kings 19 years ago, and his vitality was severely damaged. It is difficult to recover after more than ten years of recuperation .Now it is actually the weakest party among the Three Kingdoms. It is the destiny of the gods to show up in Qingyue today. I believe that this is the only way to keep people in Qingyue forever and block all directions. Coveted." Changsun Qimu didn't seem to feel the coercion of the emperor, so he explained in an orderly manner.

After another long silence, the aged emperor put away the coercion he had deliberately released, and slowly muttered: "You are the youngest princess of the Qingyue Kingdom, and I have loved you the most since I was a child. You have just reached the age of Ji, and the gift Marriage is indeed a major event, so there is no rush."

Changsun Qimu closed his eyes slightly as if expected, and was about to speak again, when Emperor Yue's voice sounded again, "I heard that he returned to the capital, and he was summoned to the palace just now, and he must be on the way now Yes. You stay and wait, we will meet again later."

The little finger hidden in the sleeve of Changsun Qimu curled up uncontrollably, so quickly...

——Are we going to meet again?

"My son complies with the decree." The untraceable mood swings subsided almost instantly, and the eldest grandson Qimu nodded in response with a clear complexion.

Emperor Yue looked straight at her like a falcon, and the light flickered in his eyes. He ordered someone to bring a seat in, and continued to correct the memorials piled on the jade case without raising his head.

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