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Shu Dianhe wanted to take back his hand but it was too late, he said helplessly: "...the strings of the zither were broken and cut."

"Why are you so careless, you are not allowed to touch the piano." Xuancheng said with a frown, caressing the abrupt scar on his smooth skin.

Seeing her distressed appearance, Shu Dian closed his eyes complicatedly, his throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, unable to speak.

Everyone has life and death. After death, the soul leaves the mortal body and turns into an illusory form to wander in the world, or enter hell, and reincarnate.

It is said that at midnight on the day of Zhongyuan Festival, the ghost gate of the underworld will be opened, and the ghosts in hell will be released back to the world to reunite with their families and enjoy sacrifices. Products, lighting incense, burning paper money, hoping that the deceased can get a rich life even if they are underground.

In addition, there are customs such as releasing river lanterns, inviting artists to play the role of Zhong Kui, the great exorcist, and setting flames.

The palace doesn't pay much attention to this festival, and there is no other form other than the process of worshiping the ancestors during the day.

The pool in the garden is calm and calm, like a mirror in the dark, reflecting the dim light of the lights on both sides.

Xuancheng placed the folded boat lantern on the water with candles, shook the water waves, and sent it away, raving: "So the emperor's brother and sister-in-law can receive the message?"

The water in this pool is drawn from a living spring, and there are naturally rivers flowing out, so that the boat lanterns can float into the river.

The origin of the river lantern is because it is said that the end of the rivers, lakes and seas can lead to the underworld. The living people write a few words on the paper of the origami lantern, and use the paper lantern as a medium to send it into the water. want to say.

On the pool water, apart from the paper boat that Xuancheng had just sent away, there was another boat that had drifted farther into the dark night.The light of the candle in the center of the boat is faintly visible, and the tiny image may be swallowed up at any time in the endless darkness. It was sent by Xuancheng to the queen mother whom she had never seen a few times in her life.

"Yes." Shu Dianhe stood behind her, staring at the ship's lantern, and said with his sleeves folded behind his back.

Xuancheng took a deep breath, as if he had forgotten the sadness when he just lost his brother, and said on the spur of the moment: "Then I will fold another one and give it to the master."

"master?"

"It's your master, Doctor Feng." Before Shu Dianhe had time to react, she had already run back to the small table on the shore and folded the boat.

Shu Dianhe watched as she was holding a brush upright, writing words of prayer on the paper, each stroke was extremely serious.

If there is anything about the princess that is particularly attractive, it is the sincerity that treats people with sincerity and is considerate in every way.For the royal family, whose family can be ruined with a single finger, it is like looking for gold in the desert.

Xuancheng, who was writing, suddenly froze, and asked Shu Dianhe for help with an embarrassing face: "How did you write the word 'Jia'?" Afraid that Shu Dianhe would laugh at her ignorance, he poked the end of his eyebrow with the end of the pen, To hide it, he said: "I can't remember it in a while."

Before the words were finished, the hand holding the pen was grabbed, and the warm body temperature was stuck behind him. The familiar scent of ink came quietly, and Xuancheng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, almost jumping out of his throat.

No matter how long it has passed, she will be at a loss for the other party's approach.

It's heartbeat, it's love.

The candlelight on the table flickered in the glass cover, horizontally and vertically, and the soft pen slid across the paper, leaving ink marks one after another.The side face of the other party is close at hand, and every inch of breath that is exhaled is on the back of Xuancheng's sensitive ears. Xuancheng pursed his lips, and the palm of the hand holding the pen was involuntarily sweating.

After finishing the word Jia, Shu Dianhe did not let go of Xuancheng's hand, but followed Xuancheng's wishes and continued to write prayer words.

There is actually another option, isn't there?

Forget your identity, give up revenge, take Xuancheng with you, or give up Xuancheng and fly away.

Li Daoge and his former ministers of the Qi Dynasty have been looking for her all the time, trying to restore the Qi Dynasty as the head of her princess, but she doesn't want to do this.It would be troublesome to stay and be found by them, and it would be death if you exposed your identity.

At the end of the final touch, Shu Dianhe was still lost in thought, Xuan Cheng turned his head slightly and asked, "What's wrong? Why have you been out of your mind all night?"

Shu Dianhe was in a daze, but she still found out, let go of Xuancheng's hand, pinched the center of his brow, and lied: "It's nothing, I just remember the court affairs."

Xuancheng was immediately dissatisfied when he heard the words, he groaned and said: "You have always only cared about court affairs in your heart, and you don't have this palace, what should you do?"

Without saying a word, Shu Dianhe embraced Xuancheng from behind, buried his face into Xuancheng's neck, and whispered: "I have a princess in my heart."

The corners of Xuancheng's mouth raised uncontrollably.That's right, that's right, it's like this, little by little, I taught my stupid son-in-law to speak sweet words and let go of my heart.

After carefully folding the paper boat, she came to the pool and put it into the water.

"I hope that the divine doctor Fu Zaitian will have a spirit, and bless his apprentice, and my son-in-law will always be safe and sound." Xuancheng prayed silently, remembering the only time he saw Feng Huanlin in his mind.

Raising her head inadvertently, she saw the brightest Venus at a glance, then looked at the stars beside her, and suddenly thought, "Does the entire starry sky look like a chessboard?"

Xuancheng pointed to the sky and drew a four-square grid with his fingers. It has been a long time since he said such innocent words.

Thinking of what Shu Dianhe once said to him about the meaning of the stars, Xuancheng let go of his hands, and suddenly sighed: "Time really flies, and the Mid-Autumn Festival will be another year soon. I didn't expect so many things to happen this year. thing…"

The prince is gone, the emperor's sister-in-law is gone...the father is obsessed with cultivating immortals, and ignores political affairs...

Is fate also like this astrolabe, and someone plays it as a chess piece behind the scenes?If yes, then who will be the chess player?

Shu Dianhe looked out following her instructions, and in the center of the chessboard defined by Xuancheng, a single golden star was shining brightly.

Naturally, Shu Dianhe said the words that had been lingering in his heart for a long time: "The princess said before that if she had the opportunity, she would leave the palace to harass her. So... has the princess changed her mind now?"

As soon as Xuancheng thought of his brother and sister-in-law, his mood continued to sink. When he saw Chi Nian, he could no longer see the boat lights that had been set up for his brother and sister-in-law. Seeing the anticipation in her eyes, she said: "At first I thought that I was born free and would leave this palace city one day. But now it seems that I can't get out of this imperial city. I was born here and grew up here. This is my home, here is my brother and my father. If I leave here, where will I go?"

Shu Dianhe had already guessed that Xuancheng would give such an answer, and if she was not disappointed, then why did loneliness flash across her lowered eyes.

Xuancheng continued: "And as you said in the past, everyone has their own responsibilities. Brother Huang is gone, and I have to take on the responsibility of accompanying Father Huang for him."

Shu Dianhe never expected that his words would have an effect on Xuancheng.

What she didn't know was that every word she said was engraved in Xuancheng's heart.

Xuancheng knew nothing about Shu Dianhe's entangled thoughts, tilted his head, stretched out his hand to hold Shu Dianhe's hand beside him, and smiled again: "You will always be with me, right?"

Maybe this sentence is a bit selfish, implying to tie Shu Dianhe by his side, but Xuancheng knows that he can't live without her.As long as she is with her, even if she loses the freedom she once wanted most, she is not afraid.

"...Yes." Shu Dianhe replied after being silent for a moment.

The bright moon sprinkled on the deserted streets, as if a layer of ice glaze had been paved on it.In the shadow of the moonlight, the stone lions squatting guarding the gates of the officials' houses only reveal a few towering outlines.A gust of whirlwind blew by, carrying the paper ash that had not been cleaned in front of each house, and floated from the street to the end of the street.

Three or four servants and armored soldiers came to the palace with a blue sedan guard, the lantern of the Nine Princes Mansion dangled in the hands of the leader, the sound of footsteps and the slight movement of the sedan chair suddenly echoed in this silent night .

Just as the sedan chair turned a street corner, a dark cloud floated from nowhere to cover half of the full moon, and the moonlight suddenly dimmed a bit.

Two or three dogs barking came from the deep alley, before the sound fell, seven or eight men in black suddenly rushed out from the dark corners, intercepted the green sedan chair and surrounded it.The blades in their hands glowed with a silver-white cold light under the moon, and the bloodthirsty impulse roared under the cold weapons.

"Who is coming, dare to stop the sedan chair of the Nine Kings?!" The head of the Nine Kings' Mansion was the first to react and questioned in astonishment.

Those who come are not good, there must be plans.The soldiers of the Nine Princes Mansion drew their swords out of their sheaths one after another, and guarded the green sedan chair behind them, waiting in full force.

The man in black didn't talk much, he went straight to attack, and the soldiers of the Nine Princes' Mansion fought forward, the blades collided with the blades and sparks were emitted, the sound of flesh and blood being torn by the blades and the muffled sounds of the soldiers in pain, in the silence Very clear on the streets.

The lantern of the Nine Princes Mansion rolled down to the ground, and a splash of warm blood splashed across the curtain of the green sedan chair, but the people in the sedan chair still sat calmly in the sedan chair as if they didn't know what was going on outside.

In the blink of an eye, the soldiers and servants from the Ninth Prince's Mansion fell down one after another, and the men in black, who were empty-handed, sharpened their knives and gradually approached the green sedan chair.

On the eve of the day, a dozen guards patrolling the street heard the commotion in this room, rushed over with firelights, armed with weapons, and witnessed the siege of the Nine Kings by the men in black.

The man in black saw that the number of guards was several times that of his own, looked at each other, secretly thinking that something was wrong, he gave up the assassination in a hurry, and fled in all directions.

The first guards rushed to chase them, and the rest surrounded them. When they saw the words on the lantern and the tragic death of the soldiers, they all thought that the Nine Kings might be in danger.

The captain who led the team hurriedly came to the sedan chair, raised the curtain to check the situation, and then a surprised and relieved voice came from his throat: "Jiu Wang, are you all right?"

"Safety."

After making sure that the Nine Kings were safe, a thin black line on the eaves in the distance could vaguely recognize the figure of a woman, who stepped on the tile and left with lightness kung fu.

On the second day, the assassination of the Nine Kings in Yujie last night was brought to court, which shocked everyone in the hall.

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