Xiang Mo touched the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and then whispered a few words in Li Cai's ear. When Li Cai heard this, his face suddenly turned pale, his legs went weak, and he rolled and crawled into Haoxuan Hall.

Xuanyuan Yao held the brush in his hand and wrote a string of words smoothly. When he saw Li Cai rolling in so rudely, he frowned slightly and said, "What's the matter?"

Li Cai was trembling all over and couldn't say a word, "It's gone...the queen is gone!"

With a flick of the brush, the word "meaningful" was drawn out in a long stroke, and spread out crookedly, covering up the original handwriting on the memorial.

Xuanyuan Yao's heart tightened inexplicably. He pulled his fingers into fists and said in a hoarse voice: "I was fine this morning. How could I just say no? Where is the imperial doctor? Have you called the imperial doctor?"

Li Cai took a breath, quickly shook his head and said: "It's not that his life is gone, it's that his life is gone, the empress is missing!"

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There was singing and dancing in the Fireworks Pavilion, and everyone was in a state of ecstasy between the welcome and send-off.

Murong Qianqian walked into the Fireworks Pavilion in a graceful manner, waving her folding fan. Her mother immediately greeted her warmly, "Mr. Murong, I haven't seen you for a long time. You're here. You miss our girl so much."

Having said that, before my mother even glanced at the group of gorgeously dressed Yingying Yanyan, several wolf-like women rushed over to her.

"Sir, can Ruhua accompany you tonight?"

"Sir, the dance of Xiao Yue is the best. You can enjoy it to your heart's content during the long night!"

"Sir, although Lian'er doesn't know how to play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she has a unique skill in playing the flute. I'm sure she will be ecstatic after listening to it."

Murong Qianqian was obviously much calmer this time, but she was still so shaken by the last powerful words that she almost stumbled down.

When the mother of Yanhua Pavilion saw Murong Qianqian dressed in gorgeous clothes and exuding a noble temperament, she concluded that she was either a child of a rich family or a member of an official family, "Why don't you lead Mr. Murong to Piaoxiang Residence yet."

"That's great, Mom." The three women were happy and pushed Murong Qianqian up to the third floor.

There are four best upper rooms in Yanhua Pavilion, and only dignitaries can stay in them. Piaoxiangju is one of them, and the other three are Lingyuju, Qingyiju, and Huayueju.

When Murong Qianqian entered Piaoxiang Residence, she was greeted by extravagant and gorgeous decorations and countless rare treasures, which were comparable to her Lingfeng Palace.

"Mr. Murong, are you satisfied with this room?" Mom asked with a smile on her face.

Murong Qianqian, who was pushing the window, nodded and said with a smile: "This room is very good. Not to mention the luxurious decoration in the room, the purity is very comfortable."

Opposite the window is Huayueju. Through the cracks in the uncovered window, you can see a tall man in white sitting in the dim light.

The black hair like a waterfall is scattered randomly on the shoulders, and the belt around the waist is embroidered with silver silk thread in the shape of peach blossoms. There is no bright color, but it reflects the bright light in the dim light.

Because the man in white was sitting with his back to him, he couldn't see his face clearly, but Murong Qianqian always felt that the figure from behind seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

When her mother saw Murong Qianqian looking at the opposite side, she couldn't help but smile and gossip: "Hua Yue lives in the same place as the playboy who saved Mr. Murong last time. He is a generous man and has reserved the room all year round."
Chapter completed!