Then he thought that, except for that time at Hidden Dragon Temple, the two of them had always called each other by their names because of their initial refusal to give in.
And I actually got used to this somewhat rude but straightforward way of saying it.
This time it was her turn to be silent.
Boyi was extremely nervous. He reached out and scratched his head in an exaggerated manner, as if he wanted to take the opportunity to stir up the stagnant air.
Just as he was about to break off the matter and reveal the matter, he heard her whisper:
"Qing Ru."
"What?" He kept scratching his head, fearing that the slight friction sound from the corners of his clothes would drown out her words, and his heart was beating like a drum.
"Qingru," she said with a playful and relieved smile, "my father calls me Qingru."
Before he could think about these unfamiliar words, boundless joy came to him from all directions with the wind, wrapping him in the eye of the wind.
His hair was flying, his clothes were soft and hunting, and he even felt like he could take advantage of the wind and spread his wings to fly high.
She told herself a name that no one else knew, the name her family called her.
He couldn't suppress the joy spreading at the corner of his lips, he lowered his eyes and laughed softly, a low but sweet laugh.
Is it so funny? Yu Qiansi tilted his head, not understanding what he meant.
"If you're not used to it..."
how come?!
As if he was afraid that she would take back this sudden gift, he quickly turned his head and nodded solemnly, his eyes full of seriousness as he said: "Qingru is very good, then... I will call you 'Aru'?"
"It's up to you." Yu Qiansi shrugged, but for some reason, a bit of relief and lightness welled up in her heart. It was as if the terrible secret that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time had finally found someone with whom she could share it.
The smile on Boyi's eyes and lips spread again, as if a little bird had just penetrated into his heart when he was not prepared, and now it was running rampant in his internal organs, but the fluff on his body made him feel itchy, and he had to laugh.
Sound relief one or two.
Yu Qiansi was a little annoyed by his sudden laughter. He stood up, patted the dirt on his body, turned around and led the horse away.
"I'll see you outside the palace gate tomorrow at the time of application."
Seeing this, Boyi suppressed the laughter in his throat, but the smile on his face did not diminish. He quickly signed the horse, a little behind her as usual, and the two of them headed down the mountain.
The slow breeze behind me was like a softly humming song, woven from countless cypress branches, with sighs and emotions, surrounding the two small tombs on the top of the mountain, gently embracing them.
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Encourage and promote the right times.
Yu Qiansi and Boyi, under the guidance of the nun beside Queen Zheng, passed through the Zhaixing Tower, stepped into the Jinxiu Gate, and entered the Qingning Hall, the Queen's residence.
As expected, Yu Qiansi knew nothing about the Zheng family. Before Boyi entered the palace, he told her the origins of the Zheng family and the other five major noble clans. However, looking at her indifferent appearance, he didn't know how much she had heard.
Unexpectedly, the Queen of the Zheng family, one of the rumored five surnames, was exceptionally approachable.
A pair of almond-shaped eyes looked at the two of them with a dignified and friendly smile, with a clear and graceful appearance. Even the smile at the corner of the mouth was the most perfect arc. Because the lower court was slightly shorter, it revealed a kind of elegance and gentleness that seemed to be at ease.
Come. But she is not round. When Empress Zheng inadvertently smiles and tilts her head, you can find that her jawline is clear and bright, which makes her profile even more beautiful. The only thing that makes Yu Qiansi feel that she is not a Bodhisattva in the temple.
Yes, it's a small happy nest in the middle of her chin. Every time she smiles, waves will appear in circles.
After Yu Qiansi and Boyi bowed respectfully, they stood up and briefly exchanged greetings with Empress Zheng.
She looked at the perfect woman in front of her, and it was incredible. According to Boyi, Empress Zheng was several years younger than her. But her words and deeds were as beautiful as a painting.
If Bodhisattvas and goddesses had faces, they would be like this.
Empress Zheng didn't know the real purpose of their trip, but her newlywed husband asked for a convenience for them, so she came up with this idea.
However, she was indeed very curious about what kind of person the Jade Rakshasa, who was rumored to be both cruel and kind, was.
She is taciturn, neither humble nor arrogant, and is polite and considerate. However, she has a free and chivalrous spirit that she has never seen before. Her eyebrows are clear and bright, and there is no sense of gloom or cruelty in her imagination.
.
When I think of all the incredible cases she has solved, I can't help but feel even more fond of him, and the smile in my eyes becomes more sincere.
So, she neatly ordered the palace attendants to take the two of them to the wing room that had been arranged in advance, and thoughtfully moved the surrounding palace attendants away so that they could move around freely at night. Then she rested peacefully and did not ask anything about the two of them.
OK.
For her, no matter which clan she marries into, it represents the face of the Zheng family. But for now, the saint is young but has a big heart, so he is a good ally. As an ally, she should give him appropriate help.
With trust, we can further cooperate in the future.
Yu Qiansi was not pretentious. After thanking the Queen, he counted the time and blew out the lights, lay down on the couch with his clothes on and took a nap. It was not until after the second watch that he quietly climbed out of the window. He was already waiting in the corner.
Boyi will make peace.
The Prayer Hall is located deep in the inner palace and was originally named Chengqing Hall. When the late emperor first came to the throne, because his aunt liked to study Buddhism, he specially invited eminent monks to set up a Buddhist hall in the inner palace. The eminent monk said that Chengqing Hall is the
The best position. The late emperor then renovated the Chengqing Hall and renamed it "Prayer", which means praying for peace in the world and blessing the people.
During the turmoil on the frontier, the late emperor was seriously ill, but in his dream he saw an immortal gleaning secrets from heaven. When he woke up, he issued an order to order all the women in the palace who met the requirements to fast for three days in the prayer hall to seek opportunities for great prosperity and national fortune.
, and also pray for blessings and longevity.
And on the night of the third day, in full view of everyone, a murder occurred.
In the past few days, Boyi has been running around here and there in order to understand the events of that year in detail, especially the situation at the crime scene. Although the prayer hall was locked up after the incident happened ten years ago
, but if there is someone else as the murderer, it is inevitable that they will not take the opportunity to destroy the evidence. Only by allowing the insiders who were scattered around the mother-in-law to recall carefully can they have a chance to help Yu Qiansi find more clues.
It was nearly the third watch when the two of them arrived outside the prayer hall.
The Prayer Hall is located in a remote place, and they had to be careful to avoid the guards who were patrolling the night along the way, so they had to take a circuitous route. But the majestic palace, which had been abandoned for ten years, stood indifferently among the weeds under the cold moon.
Standing quietly, the vermilion palace walls are mottled and dilapidated, but they still retain their majestic appearance.
Summer insects do not talk about autumn, and there is no buzz of insects now. However, the waist-high weeds here seem to have been abandoned by time, growing freely among the stone slabs of the path.
Boyi likes this kind of place that has not been carefully trimmed. It always has a kind of vitality.
