April is a beautiful day in the world, and the fragrance after the peach blossoms are in bloom makes your whole body feel soft.

Today's Xuanqian Kingdom Palace has swept away the solemnity and dullness of the past, and is filled with joy everywhere. Red silk is hung everywhere, and the burning peach blossoms are especially enchanting. The palace eunuchs are busy but not chaotic, and their clothes are in tatters. Today is The day when the emperor married Zuo Li, the daughter of the prime minister, and was crowned queen.

Baili Muyun was leaning on the imperial concubine's couch, holding a pot of flower carvings in his hand. The fantasy robe on his body was crumpled into a ball. He couldn't see clearly the five-clawed golden dragon on it. He looked at the room full of joy with blurred eyes, and the corners of his mouth were exposed. A cold smile.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to get ready." Hua Jingyuanhua's father-in-law, who had raised Baili Muyun since childhood, stood aside, feeling uneasy.

"Laohua, why are you nervous?" Baili Muyun poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip.

"I'm not nervous, I'm sad." The elderly Hua Jingyuan's eyes were a little red. This marriage was a humiliation for Baili Muyun.

"What are you sad about? I'm getting married today, and you should be the first to be happy." Baili Muyun said with a smile.

"I am happy, I am happy. As long as the Emperor is happy, I will be happy." Hua Jingyuan said, wiping his eyes with his sleeves and forcing a smile on his face.

"I heard that the envoy from the Northern Qing Dynasty also came today?" Baili Muyun continued to shake the wine bottle in his hand and said casually.

"Yes, it's your Majesty's wedding. As ministers, they want to come to congratulate you." Hua Jingyuan said.

"Oh, the subject country." Baili Muyun repeated leisurely, but in his heart, he thought that this subject country may have no intention of surrendering to the king of Xuanqian Kingdom. Back then, the late emperor made great military achievements in the Northern Qing Dynasty. I almost wanted to bring him into the territory of Xuangqian Kingdom, but fate has it, and the old disease has recurred, so I have to make him surrender and respect Xuangqian as his master forever.

But now that he has no military power, the prime minister is controlling the government affairs in a treacherous way, and the court is full of smoke and smoke. If it were Baili Muyun, he might also have evil intentions.

But, what’s the use of knowing it yourself?

"Come on, old flower, let's change clothes." Baili Muyun threw the pot of wine on the table, stood up unsteadily, hooked Hua Jingyuan's shoulder, and walked toward the hanging red Jifu with one unsteady step. It was embroidered with a golden dragon and rolling auspicious clouds. Baili Muyun reached for it with trembling fingers, and when he got closer, he pulled it suddenly, and then burst into laughter.

Regardless of the whitening of his finger bones, one would just assume that he drank too much and the attack was not serious.

"Laohua, change my clothes, I'm getting married today!" Baili Muyun shouted and threw the clothes to Hua Jingyuan.

On the outskirts of Yejing, the capital of Xuanqian Kingdom, there is a beautiful mountain peak. The mountain is full of scorching peach blossoms, which stretch for several miles. From a distance, a sea of ​​crimson flowers looks like a fairyland. But after climbing over the mountain, there are There is a bamboo forest, and few people come here. The bamboo here is called Han Bamboo, and it is green all year round, so this mountain is also called Han Bamboo Mountain.

There is a bamboo house deep in the bamboo forest. It is elegant and unique. The clouds are clearing and the rain is falling. The green tiles on the roof are dripping with rainwater. A string of bamboo wind chimes are hung on the eaves. They are green and pleasant. When the wind blows, they make a tinkling sound. ring.

The owner of the bamboo house made a pot of tea and listened quietly to the woman opposite playing the pipa. A pair of sharp hands that looked like white jade flicked the strings. The sound of the pipa was rapid or slow, like jade beads falling on a plate. It was in harmony with the music outside. The sound of thumping wind chimes and dripping raindrops are like fairy music.

The owner of the tea was a man in a green robe with a handsome face and a faint smile. He picked up the tea and took a sip and said, "Mo Xi, you are distracted."

Mo Xi, everyone in the world knows Mo Xi. She is the most expensive musician in the world, and it is difficult to buy a piece of music from her.

No one knows where Mo Xi comes from. They only know that she suddenly appeared in people's sight. She sang a song on the bank of the Huaihe River. Her music was like fairy music, her appearance was like that of a heavenly being, but she refused to bend to any powerful person.

Mo Xi is always the protagonist of stories told by storytellers in teahouses. Even though those stories have been told by others, or it is obvious that they have been arranged by others, people still listen to them with gusto. The storyteller also said

Be enthusiastic.

Such a legendary woman was pointed out that she was distracted while playing music.

"Will you take me away?" The clear voice was like a stream flowing through after the ice and snow had first melted. It was indescribably sweet, but the slightest pleading in the voice made people feel a little sad.

Mo Xi lowered her eyes, the hand holding the pipa was so hard that her finger bones turned white. The veil covered her face, so her expression could not be seen clearly. Only her slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed her uneasiness.

The man drinking tea paused for a moment, then continued drinking tea without saying anything. The gentle smile on his face did not diminish at all, as if he was asking her what she was talking about.

Mo Xi knew that he would not agree. He said that he was waiting for someone here. The person he was waiting for had not come back yet, so he would not take him away.

Mo Xi didn't say anything, stood up and walked out of the bamboo house with the pipa in his arms.

After leaving, I was afraid that I would never be able to look back. Mo Xi did not look back to take another look at the elegant bamboo house, nor was she nostalgic for the bamboo forest where her laughter and laughter were sprinkled. She walked simply and decisively, without seeming to have any nostalgia at all.

, the face under the veil is full of indifference and absolute desolation.

It was already the beginning of the lanterns, and bright red lanterns were lit in the palace. The happy words on them were extremely bright. The red candles as thick as forearms were more than half burned. All civil and military officials came with their families to congratulate them. People in the square of Youda

There was a lot of noise, the soft whispers of family members, and the compliments among colleagues.

The sun is shining, the glasses are being exchanged, and it's like a scene of prosperity and peace. People are always willing to pretend that those dirty and filthy things behind the floating back do not exist. Everyone has a love for beauty.

, it is appropriate to use it here.

The crowds around Prime Minister Zuo Dao were all congratulatory. I knew that flattering words were flattering, but they just sounded comfortable. Zuo Dao stroked his gray beard, squinted his eyes, smiled and nodded to say thank you.

, looking towards Baili Muyun from time to time.

Baili Muyun is sitting on the throne above, but he doesn't look like the king of a country at all. He is holding a wine glass in his hand, his head is drooped, his face is sleepy, and his wedding clothes are also a little loose. The flower father-in-law on the side is occasionally

Patting him, he reminded: "Your Majesty, wake up."

But Baili Muyun just said "hmm" and continued to sleep in a daze.

Sitting next to Baili Muyun was the Queen Mother. There was a curtain in front of her and she couldn't see her face clearly. She could only vaguely make out a shadow. The Queen Mother was the biological sister of Prime Minister Zuodao, but she was only Baili Muyun's.

Adoptive mother, everyone knows that Baili Muyun's biological mother died of illness when she was ten years old, and she has been raised by the then Queen and now the Queen Mother.

After all, the Tian family's wedding banquet had 180 seats, not lined up in a row, but neatly arranged. Some potted plants were placed to separate them, but it was elegant and tight. The banquet was surrounded by a high platform, with green curtains and red gauze in the center.

Some singers and dancers performed dances.

The officials, who were used to seeing Fengyue, didn't think about it. They just looked at the face of the host of the banquet and clapped their numb hands and shouted "Hello". But in their minds, whether the host is the emperor or the prime minister, they have no choice.

Only they themselves know it clearly.

Suddenly the candlelight on the stage was extinguished and the dancer came off. Only a faint song seemed to come from the moon palace in the sky. Someone was humming softly. The voice seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, like a dream, ethereal and mysterious.
Chapter completed!