"If the prince doesn't believe it, Mo Wan is willing to make a bet with you. If it weren't for the 'Phantom Seven Kills', Mo Wan would give the wind, rain, thunder and lightning to the prince. If so... Mo Wan wants quicksand! Four for one, the prince is
You've taken advantage of everything!" Yao Mowan's lips curled up slightly, her eyes as dark as midnight curved into crescent moons.
"Tomorrow the king will take Feng Yihan to the Lama Temple, that's it!" Ye Junqing said solemnly, then turned and walked towards the palace gate.
"Does the prince gamble? Or does he not gamble?" Yao Mowan's harmless eyes blinked twice sincerely.
"I am not the idiot Yan Nansheng! Even if I die, I will not let you cheat the quicksand away. You should give up this idea as soon as possible!" Ye Junqing said bitterly, and then strode out of Guanju Palace.
Looking at the figure who left angrily, a relieved smile appeared on Yao Mowan's lips. At this moment, Ye Junqing's figure was finally not just desolate and lonely. And by helping Feng Yihan, she was helping Ye Junqing.
A very important brick to pave the way to the Great Chulong Seat.
As Yao Mowan expected, Feng Yihan's mission was not taken seriously by Ye Hongyi, and he asked Ye Junqing to entertain Feng Yihan because he expected that Feng Yihan's trip would be dangerous.
If something happened, he would hand Ye Junqing over to the Qi State. He would not have to negotiate for peace and compensation, and avoid war. At the same time, he would also solve Ye Junqing's thorn in his side, killing two birds with one stone.
"Master, the prince has taken Feng Yihan to the Lama Temple. His subordinates have investigated it. Feng Yihan is accompanied by fifteen people and five personal guards. They are all first-class masters. The remaining ten are slightly inferior." Yin Xue said straightly.
He stood beside Yao Mowan and reported the truth.
"Fifteen people... It seems that King Qi really wants to depose this prince. Yin Xue, if you meet the 'Phantom Seven Killers', what are your chances of winning?" Yao Mowan's clear eyes were dark and deep.
The pond is like an ancient well without waves.
"It's easy to escape alone. If there's a confrontation, there's a three-point chance of winning." Yin Xue's implication was that she was no match for him.
"Well, I believe that the people around Feng Yihan are not all losers, and with the quicksand, you should be able to draw a tie. Whether you can keep Feng Yihan now depends on luck. Remember, no matter when and where, Shun
The prince's life is the most precious, and the second most precious is your own, do you understand?" Yao Mowan sipped her tea lightly and said softly.
"I understand!" Yin Xue knew in her heart that Yao Mowan didn't want her to fight against the 'Phantom Seven Killers' head-on. She really couldn't save her life, nor could she risk her life.
On the second day after Feng Yihan arrived at the Lama Temple, Ye Hongyi had just ordered a banquet in honor of Feng Yihan, and the only person accompanying him at the banquet was Ye Junqing. Yao Mowan couldn't help but sneer, Ye Hongyi was so disrespectful of Feng Yihan.
Yihan took it seriously. Even if he was no longer favored, he was still the prince of the country. He actually asked a fool to accompany him. He was obviously trying to embarrass Feng Yihan.
Little did he know that he had misjudged the situation, and such unscrupulous bullying would one day bring him disaster!
The time was set at noon, and the banquet was held in Yonghe Palace. No matter the time or location, Ye Hongyi's deliberate contempt could be seen. In Guanju Palace, Yao Mowan asked Tingyue to dress herself up in an exaggerated way, and Tingyue
The last golden rocker on the dressing table was inserted into Yao Mowan's bun, her face turned pale.
"My Lady, don't you feel tired?" Ting Yue said in embarrassment as she looked at the seven or eight beaded hairpins on Yao Mowan's head.
"Do you know why I want to do this?" Yao Mowan didn't think it was enough and put some more rouge on her face. Her originally elegant and pure face now looked too beautiful, but too gaudy.
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"This slave doesn't understand." Ting Yue opened her eyes wide and waited for Yao Mowan's explanation.
"It's very simple. The sloppier and more embarrassing I am, the more annoyed Feng Yihan will be and the more he will hate the emperor's arrangement. In comparison, it is easy for him to feel Ye Junqing's sincerity and calmness." Yao Mowan.
It seemed like he made a point with deep meaning.
"Sometimes Tingyue really doesn't understand. Since you are so helpful to Prince Su, you don't want to let him know. You still make the prince half angry every time!" Tingyue put away the rouge and gouache and complained.
"Have you ever seen him angry?" Yao Mowan raised her eyebrows and spoke suspiciously.
"Of course, when I passed by the east wing several times, I clearly heard Prince Su cursing you severely!" Ting Yue nodded vigorously.
"Why are you cursing me?" Yao Mowan looked at Ting Yue with interest, the corner of her lips curled up in a playful arc.
"Most of them are words like scheming and domineering. Although I didn't hear it clearly, the voice was sultry. I must be angry." Ting Yue said firmly.
"Really...it's almost time, go with me to Yonghe Temple." Yao Mowan kept Ting Yue's words in mind and slowly walked out of Guanju Palace.
The weather in early summer is rarely so cool. When Yao Mowan opened the palace door and stepped into Yonghe Temple, she saw peach blossoms.
Yao Mowan suddenly realized that this Lama Temple had always been idle. When she was still the queen, she accidentally entered the palace and ordered the gardener to plant peach blossoms here, so that there would be no people in the courtyard and it would be too desolate. Now it seems that she
It was an unintentional move, but it created a fairyland in front of me.
The wind blows, the subtle fragrance floats, and the petals swirl with the wind, dancing wildly in the air. Deep in the sea of flowers, I see a man sitting alone on a stone bench, leaning against the peach tree, holding a book with jade fingers, reading carefully. The man wears a purple crown.
There is a looming green belt in the hair, elegant and quiet like a beautiful jade sculpture, with colorful pink flowers and a few petals falling on the man's shoulders. Under the white clothes, the man becomes more and more otherworldly.
Tingyue was about to start, but was stopped by Yao Mowan. She didn't want to disturb this beautiful and quiet atmosphere too early, but it was too late. At this moment, the man had put down the book and raised his eyes to look in the direction of Yao Mowan.
come over.
The elegant handsome face, angular facial features, and indifferent and elegant temperament all indicate the extraordinaryness of the man, but Yao Mowan can feel what kind of depression and sadness, what kind of grief and anger are contained in those clear eyes. This feeling seems familiar.
, if I had not experienced extreme pain, how could I have such distant eyes filled with hatred.
"Who are you?" This was supposed to be the question of the man in the flower room, but the voice came from behind. On one side, Tingyue choked hard.
"My lord, don't you even recognize my master?" Ting Yue carefully looked at Ye Junqing who was standing behind Yao Mowan, feeling uneasy in her heart. After all, in Ye Junqing's eyes, her master was not a fool.
"Yao Mowan? Why are you dressed like this?" Ye Junqing hurriedly walked up to Yao Mowan, his eyes full of shock.
"What's wrong with this? I think this outfit is extremely beautiful!" Yao Mowan puffed up her cheeks and felt confident.
"Tingyue, are you sure your master has looked in the mirror before going out?" Ye Junqing stared at Yao Mowan and asked questioningly. Speechless, Tingyue only felt ashamed.
"Prince Su, who is this?" Qingyue's voice sounded leisurely, Feng Yihan walked elegantly to Ye Junqing's side, his slender eyes were clear and bright, like crystals.
"Ahem...this is the Emperor's most favored Concubine Yao." When Ye Junqing introduced Yao Mowan, his voice was slightly awkward, but Yao Mowan on the other side disagreed, even if it was embarrassing, it was embarrassing.
Ye Hongyi's face.
"Concubine Yao, this is the Crown Prince of Qi." Ye Junqing turned around and formally introduced Feng Yihan to Yao Mowan.
"Well, why don't you pay my respects to me?" After Ye Jun finished speaking, Yao Mowan immediately raised her little face covered with thick rouge and spoke proudly. Feng Yihan was slightly shocked when he heard the sound, but he didn't
Showing too much emotion, he still looks calm and calm.
"Concubine Yao, it's your turn to salute the prince!" Ye Junqing reminded him in a low voice with a pale face.
"But the emperor said that apart from him, I am the biggest here. Anyone who sees me should salute. By the way, you just saw me, why didn't you salute!" Yao Mowan put her hands on her hips and looked at Ye arrogantly.
Jun Qing. At this moment, Ye Junqing suddenly felt ashamed and angry that someone had taken off his clothes and hung him in the air. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have roared at Yao Mowan.
"Feng Yihan, I would like to pay my respects to Concubine Yao. Everyone in the world knows that Concubine Yao is charming and innocent. When I saw her today, she truly lived up to her reputation." There was a smile in the corner of Feng Yihan's eyes. In those eyes, Yao Mowan
There was no trace of disgust or disgust, such a sincere look, as if he really had infinite respect for her. Yao Mowan couldn't help but sigh, Feng Yihan's city was indeed deep enough.
"Pingshen, what about you?" Yao Mowan returned her gaze to Ye Junqing, and the corners of her lips inadvertently curved into a slight arc. For some reason, Yao Mowan especially liked to see Ye Junqing look crazy because of her anger.