At this time, the sound of the piano sounded, accompanied by Bai Qiqian's singing and low voice: "When I go to the meeting alone, who will mention the martial saint in the world. If the world is divided into three parts, who will be called the Prime Minister of Troubled Times. If the five tigers defeat the enemy, who will praise the world-shattering conspiracy theory. The seven political fortunes.
, who must be the most virtuous in the world."
Ziyuan's eyes shone with a strong light: "Mother, I know this, the worldly martial saint should refer to Xiliang, right?"
Bai Qiqian suddenly felt a row of black lines on the back of her head.
Concubine Yun actually nodded in agreement: "Only he can be called an earthly martial saint."
Bai Qiqian was curious and asked: "Why is Xiliang called the Earthly Martial Saint? What is so special about him?"
Concubine Yun looked at Bai Qiqian in disbelief, her eyes widened: "You don't know?"
Bai Qiqian shrugged. Although she said that Xiliang was her father, she really didn't know that Xiliang was the mortal martial saint.
Apart from knowing a few trivial things about Xiliang, she knew very little about Xiliang's life.
Concubine Yun looked at Bai Qiqian as if she were a monster: "Fuyao, Xiliang was once a young swordsman beside the late emperor. His martial arts were extremely powerful and unpredictable. During a war, the late emperor chased the enemy single-handedly and was captured by the opposing general.
Xiliang, broke into the enemy camp alone and rescued the late emperor. I heard that the late emperor wanted to make him a general, but he refused, and he has been missing since then."
Concubine Yun paused, then continued: "Speaking of this matter, I always wonder where the young swordsman went after he refused the reward from the late emperor."
Bai Qiqian reached out and rubbed the center of her eyebrows.
At first, Wu Lian dressed as a woman and married into the palace, and later Xiliang followed her into the palace.
After that, Xiliang was willing to commit suicide in order to protect Wu Lian and became the shadow of the late emperor.
After a long while, Huanhua suddenly said: "Mother Yun, the earthly martial saint you mentioned is dead. I have seen this story in the palace archives. When the emperor passed away, he issued an imperial edict to let him
Follow and be buried."
Bai Qiqian was secretly surprised. Could there be some hidden secret in this?
Concubine Yun sighed and said: "Although he died, his name can be hung on bamboo and silk. Although his death was a bit inexplicable, his life was not in vain."
Bai Qiqian stood up: "Yun Ran, the heroes we are talking about today are too tragic."
Yun Ran also stood up, walked to the railing with the wine glass in hand, looked at the scenery in the distance, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp: "You are right, this is too tragic. Fuyao, come on, sing a song
Song, I will dance with you."
It seems like I haven’t danced for a long time.
Bai Qi smiled slightly. Since she was so interested, why not play a piece of music herself?
The peach blossom fan page, the hibiscus surface among the green bamboos, is full of joy, and the smiling face is seen in the bright eyes. The peonies are everywhere, among the mountains and rivers, the brocade is like silk and jade is like the face, the fragrance of ink renders the paper drunk thousands of times. The afterglow of the setting sun reflects your face like the moon, and I am stunned.
One glance makes it hard for me to say goodbye.
The paper fan is shaking, my delicate hands are so delicate that it is difficult for my fingertips to describe your beauty. The true love is only for the mandarin ducks to sleep.
On the bluestone cliff, the rain is falling, and the beacon fire is urging separation. The setting sun is shining, flying flowers are falling, and the silk embroidery needles are in vain.
The beautiful lady is waiting for you, leaning against the door and waiting for you to return home, and all the threads turn into mist and rain.
The lamp is burning in the tavern, the candle is silent, and there are traces of tears on your eyes. In the blink of an eye, the water flows through the years, and the geese pass by without leaving a trace, and you listen to the sound of wind and rain.
The cinnabar hides the world of mortals, but the boudoir leaves only the rouge soul. There are thousands of black hairs, and one thread is held in the hand.
Concubine Yun dances gracefully, and the golden lotus steps are enchanting and whirling.
Just like a fairy in the clouds accidentally falling into the mortal world, the golden lotus falls step by step, flowing everywhere with the smoke waves, stepping on the purple streets of the mortal world.
This scene shocked everyone, and even the person watching from a distance could not hide the wonder and admiration in his eyes. He had enjoyed many songs and dances, and few of them shocked him as much as today.
On her side, in the blink of an eye, youth blooms in an instant, and the beauty is easy to be old and the grace is broken first.
But here he is drinking and singing, and the geometry of life.
At the same time, Concubine Su slowly walked back to the garden on the other side with delicate steps, whispering to her maid.
After a while, the maid next to her walked to the pavilion where Bai Qiqian was sitting and whispered: "Concubine Yao, Concubine Yun, my master... my master..."
He was in a rare good mood, but was disturbed by her.
Ziyuan said impatiently: "What happened to your master?"
Bai Qiqian was in a good mood today. She stopped Ziyuan and said pleasantly, "What happened to your master?"
The maid's face turned slightly red and she whispered: "Concubine Yao, my master said that your singing disturbed her..."
Concubine Yun's expression suddenly changed, she stepped forward, slapped the maid in the face, and said in a cold voice: "I am here, and I cannot tolerate your such presumptuousness and nonsense!"
"Yunran..." Bai Qiqian turned around, took Concubine Yun's hand, and said softly, "Yunran, she is just a maid, why are you so angry? If you are so angry that your body is broken, you can
Oh no."
After saying that, he turned around and said, "I already know this. Go back and tell your master."
The maid glanced at Bai Qiqian gratefully and ran back quickly.
Concubine Yun's face was full of anger: "She thinks she is nothing. She just got pampered for a few days, and her tail is raised to the sky."
Bai Qiqian comforted him: "Yunran, why should we be angry for that kind of person?"
The anger accumulated in her heart seemed to have found an opening, and she couldn't help but said viciously: "Fuyao, I want to see how she fell. But she was able to sit in that position only by virtue of her appearance being similar to yours.
, now that you, the real master, are back, does she still have the guts to be arrogant?"
Concubine Yun glanced at Bai Qiqian again, her anger hard to dissipate: "Fuyao, you are just like before, letting others bully you."
Back to the past again?
The years when Princess Fuyao was bullied and allowed to be slaughtered?
Bai Qiqian's lips raised a smile: "Yun Ran, forget it, look at Huan Huan here too."
Yunran lowered his head, looked at Hanhan with confused eyes, and sighed secretly. She was so angry that she forgot about Hanhan.
Huanwan held Yunran's legs obediently and looked at her pitifully: "Concubine Yun, don't be angry. When Huanwan has her own mansion in the future, Concubine Yun and her aunt will be able to play the piano and sing there every day.
"
What a lovable child.
Concubine Yun knelt down, touched Huan Huan's little head, and said with a smile: "Okay, Concubine Yun is not angry anymore. Concubine Yun is waiting for Huan Huan to have her own mansion."
Bai Qi smiled slightly and said: "Yunran, let's go to the palace to drink."
Concubine Yun glanced at the sweet-scented osmanthus wine placed on the stone table: "Look, we haven't finished the wine here yet."
Bai Qiqian said mysteriously: "The sweet-scented osmanthus wine here is nothing. Today, I will give you a taste of the wine I brewed myself."
Concubine Yun was stunned: "Wine? I have never heard of it."
Bai Qi smiled lightly and said nothing, pulling Concubine Yun towards her palace.
Huanwan made a face, ran in front of the two of them with a smile, and jumped around in the garden.
He picked a few flowers in full bloom in the garden and gave them to them. After a while, he started to make noises about swatting butterflies in the garden. Looking at her joyful figure, Bai Qiqian's mouth showed a soft smile.
.
The man in the distance had a smile frozen on his lips.
Sure enough, she was not his Qianqian. When could his Qianqian endure being bullied like this?
Recalling the time when Liu Xinmei insulted her, Bai Qiqian went to the palace to ask for Yi's decree. Holding a soft gold whip in her hand, she went to the prime minister's office to ask for help.
His Qianqian was always so arrogant and arrogant, how could he be so forbearing?
He lowered his eyebrows, and the wound in his heart that was difficult to heal made his heart hurt. It really hurt, and he couldn't bear the pain.
Savoring the sweetness and bitterness of memories, I whispered her name again and again.
Qianqian...my wife...
He turned around and walked towards his palace. Today, he didn't want to see that person, not even Concubine Su, he didn't want to see again.
I thought that today's events would just stop like that.
Who knew that when Bai Qiqian and Yun Fei drank wine, it was the most enjoyable time.
There was another knock on the palace door.
She is still a maid from Jinjiao Palace. Last time, she saw that Bai Qiqian was easy to talk to. This time, she was much more courageous: "Concubine Yao, my master said that the flowers you put here will smell to her."
Already."
Bai Qiqian frowned. It seemed that if she didn't get angry, Concubine Su really regarded her as a weakling who was easy to bully.
Bai Qiqian glanced at the flower pots on the ground casually: "Oh? Did these flowers smell to her? What does she want to do?"
The maid's voice became a little louder: "Of course I will send someone to move these flower pots out."
However, I haven't seen her for half a year, why is she so weak? Concubine Yun sighed secretly, then raised her head, with a cold and arrogant expression: "I am here, if you have the courage to touch every plant and tree here, don't
I blame you for punishing you for the crime of disrespect!"
The maid looked at Concubine Yun with some fear.
Bai Qiqian chuckled. The fight in the harem should be more intense than in the palace.
Even if she doesn't want to fight or rob now, someone will still come looking for trouble.
Concubine Yun was stunned and looked at Bai Qiqian with some confusion: "Fuyao, what's so funny about this? What are you laughing at?"
Bai Qiqian tidied her clothes and said calmly: "Yun Ran, don't you think it's funny? These flowerpots have been placed here for a long time, but today the flowers bloomed, and Concubine Su was smelled by them.
.Concubine Su’s nose is very sensitive.”
Huanwen interrupted and said: "Auntie, I used to raise a puppy with a very sensitive nose."
Concubine Yun couldn't help but laugh when she heard the two of them talking: "Pfft... Fuyao, maybe someone has a dog nose."
The maid's face turned red: "You... How dare you insult Concubine Su like this... She is the emperor's favorite concubine..."
Beloved concubine, what about the beloved concubine? When she was in the palace, not all the so-called beloved concubines were defeated by her. Now, she just disdains to fight with Concubine Su, but Concubine Su
Find her.
The smile on the corner of Bai Qiqian's mouth was thick: "Yunran, even if it is a dog's nose, that person's nose is not ordinary."
Concubine Yun said cooperatively: "You are right, it is not an ordinary product, it is a divine product. No wonder someone like her wants to live in the Jinjiao Palace. Originally, the golden house hides the beauties, but this beauties are not considered as much.