Mu Jieyu naturally saw Princess Jinyang's determination. If she was really allowed to run out alone, no matter how smart Princess Jinyang was, it would be difficult for her to get in front of Mu Jieyan.
Thinking of this, Mu Jieyu sighed deeply: "Third Sister, why don't you ask His Highness King Rong? His Highness King Rong's power is beyond Min Min's reach. Only if someone can escort you, Third Sister can truly be safe and worry-free."
Princess Jinyang's long eyelashes drooped when she heard this, feeling a little sad. She couldn't tell Mu Jieyu. Another reason why she left to look for Mu Jieyan was that she couldn't face losing her only brother. When she thought of Xuanyuan Zhirong...
...She felt that she was about to lose her biggest support.
Seeing that Princess Jinyang was silent, although Princess Jinyang did not tell the reason, Mu Jieyu knew that she would not go to Xuanyuan Zhirong, so he said softly: "Third sister, if you still insist on going after the New Year, I will
I will give you your body
You are going to travel far, so I must prepare the medicine for you. In addition, my brother has just gone to that place, so he must not have established his prestige yet, so give him half a year to take good care of it, so that when you go, he will have no worries and can handle official affairs smoothly.
"
Princess Jinyang thought for a while and agreed: "Thank you, Minmin."
"Between you and me, there is no need to say thank you." Mu Jieyu smiled softly.
The two looked at each other and smiled, then chatted about some topics they liked.
"Father, I have prepared a dance to dedicate to my father. May my father live forever." While Mu Jieyu was chatting and laughing with Princess Jinyang, a voice suddenly sounded from beside him.
The two of them looked over at the same time. It was Xuanyuan Zhiluo, the king of Xin who was sent by Emperor Hong'an to Anlin Mansion to relieve the snow disaster in February. He was injured in an attack after the earthquake, so he had to nurse himself back to health for nearly half a year. Xuanyuan Zhiluo just died yesterday.
Come back before the Longevity Festival.
Mu Jieyu saw a cold light flashing in the eyes of Xuanyuan Zhiluo, who was obviously thin and weak.
"Fourth is interested." Emperor Hong'an smiled and nodded.
Xuanyuan Zhiluo immediately stood up, clapped his hands, and a beautiful and moving melody suddenly sounded. Pure white camellia petals fluttered from nowhere in the air, and the soft petals were reflected in the starry sky.
, smudged the glazed lights refracted from all around, making it look crystal clear and bright, like the fairy mist flying down from the sky.
Just when everyone was feeling relaxed and happy about this scene, in the dark night, a woman in white flew down, her veil fluttering, her black hair flowing in the wind with her pure white hairband. The veil covered her face
, everything about her seems mysterious, the graceful and delicate dancing posture, the graceful figure, and the watery eyes that penetrate people's hearts at a glance. All of them make people eager to get a glimpse of the beauty's face.
The body is light, turning back and forth, and the red sleeves are dancing.
In two lifetimes, Mu Jieyu had never been shocked by a dance, but now she had to admit that dancing also has emotions, and the woman dancing gracefully on the stage spread a soft and extremely beautiful emotion as she rotated,
It floated into the hearts of everyone present and left an indelible mark.
When the melody gets louder, her leisurely dance becomes faster. She spins and waves her sleeves; flowers blossom out of her long sleeves and skirt, as beautiful as the white camellias that are still flying. They are pure and moving, and the fragrance intoxicates the soul.
However, when the music ended and she turned around and knelt on the ground, the white gauze on her face slipped away, revealing the face that everyone was looking forward to, Mu Jieyu's whole soul was shocked!