Chapter 9

Yan Feng can't believe it. His eyes are constantly wandering between "detour beam" and Murong Zhining. At last, his happy eyes fell on Murong Zhining's delicate face: "Murong girl is so knowledgeable. If it wasn't for you, I would have buried a wonderful piano!"

In addition to the surprise, Yanfeng could not help sitting in front of the piano. He smoothed his sleeves and stroked the song himself. Murong Zhining smiled and listened carefully: "this is the flying smoke of the Han Palace. There are not many people who can play it!" Yan Feng glanced at her with appreciative eyes, and continued to play the strings, immersed in the soothing music. For the first time, he felt that the little girl in front of him was not so annoying. He didn't realize that he didn't hate Murong Zhining for a long time.

When Yan Feng left, he was reluctant to "detour the beam". His heart was tangled. Murong Zhining guessed his mind: "please take the emperor back with you. It's a lucky thing for your servant to see such a good Qin once. It's used a lot. I'm afraid my maid will be lucky. The emperor will give his maidservant another ordinary piano. " Yan Feng is still immersed in the surprise: "you are very close to the ring beam. If you don't know the Pearl with your eyes, it might be buried in my warehouse like other ordinary Qin.". You can leave it behind and take a good look for me. What needs to be repaired. " Murong Zhining said respectfully: "no!"

In the imperial study, Yan Feng holds the memorial under the lamp. However, his mind could not concentrate on the memorial. He was distracted for two hours.

Yanfeng thought of "circling the beam" and Murong Zhining's graceful posture when playing the piano. His thoughts came and went, and he couldn't get to the ground. He even recalled the look in Murong Zhining's eyes when he looked at her at the beginning. Her eyes were very beautiful, not as dark as those of Huayan women. On her chestnut brown pupil, floating a little golden awn, like the starry sky, it seems that she can absorb the soul of Yanfeng.

Yanfeng put down the memorial in his hand, feeling very impetuous. He went to the courtyard to let the cold wind blow away all his thoughts.

In the night sky in the distance, there are two Kongming lights floating in the dark, and one of them is floating towards the direction of the flaming beacon. In the past, there were concubines who could not be called Yanfeng. Kong Mingdeng, who wrote Acacia poems, wanted to attract Yanfeng's attention. Therefore, Yanfeng didn't care. He was not interested in these things.

Kongming lamp was blown by the wind and fell gently on the ground not far from Yanfeng. Yanfeng shook his head and smiled, and curiously asked the eunuch to pick it up and show it to him. What very small characters are there on the lamp, but rather a picture of a phoenix tree, and a few lines in the elegant little script, "brother brother, where are you?" How can I find you and return Biwu to you? " Yan Feng smiles and throws Kong Mingdeng back to the ground. He has always been dismissive of the careful opportunities of the concubines and maids.

This night, Yanfeng did nothing. Until he went to bed, he couldn't get rid of the distractions in his mind. He lay on the dragon's couch for a long time without sleepiness. At night, Yan Feng fell into a deep sleep.

In Yanfeng's dream, there is a graceful figure stroking the piano. The girl's soft body attracts Yanfeng. Yan Feng approached the girl and wanted to see her face. The girl turns around slowly with shame. It turns out that she is the late queen Ye Shuangying. Yan Feng rubbed his eyes and looked at them carefully, but he was very much like the imperial concubine chiding Yun Ping. Yanfeng holds the girl's hand and draws her closer. Only then can she see clearly. It was Murong Zhining.

Murong Zhining in the dream wears a phoenix crown and a neon clothes that the empress only wears at the ceremony. She smiles at Yanfeng, and a pair of shallow pear vortexes appear on her lips. At this time, a man suddenly appeared in front of them. He grabbed Murong Zhining from Yanfeng's hand and led her farther and farther away. Yanfeng alone shouted.

The next day after the Dynasty and the government affairs, Yanfeng was eager to see Murong Zhining. What excuse did he think of to see her? He was a little angry with himself when he realized that he was a great emperor and needed to find an excuse to meet a little girl. But angry return angry, he still can't restrain the thought that wants to see Murong Zhining.

Yanfeng turns out some old Qin scores on the shelf, so he has an excuse to find Murong Zhining. He goes to Qixiang palace with joy. He is glad that he did not mean to take back the "detour", with the "detour", when he wants to go to Murong Zhining, there is no excuse. Thinking of this, Yan Feng's face showed a rare smile.

Yan Feng thinks he is a boring person. He is sincere and cold-blooded. But last night, after reflection, he realized himself again. He found that Murong Zhining could control his mood and get along with her, which made Yanfeng feel relaxed and happy.

Murong Zhining, together with mulberry picking and spring apricot, saluted Yanfeng and welcomed him into the courtyard. She personally made a cup of Biluochun for Yanfeng, which made Yanfeng feel more comfortable.

Murong Zhining put on the clothes of the palace maid. When she was sick, Caisang changed the clothes for her, so she didn't know where to throw them. Yan Feng sent several sets of clothes for her and Caisang.

Murong Zhining wore a green green jacket with a plain white skirt. She was tightly tied with a green silk belt around her waist, which made her look thin and shoulder cut. Her hair was tied up in a bow bun with a green ribbon at will, and a wooden hairpin was slanted. Such a simple dress made Yanfeng unable to move her eyes.

Yan Feng, afraid of Murong Zhining's prudence, said to her, "Murong girl, you are not a palace girl. You don't have to be formal in front of me in the future." He handed over a pile of old music scores: "I have some old music scores here. Please help me to have a look, Miss Murong. What kind of music are they? Is there any value of sorting out? " Yanfeng asked Murong Zhining to sit at the table and watch the music manual he brought. Caisang and Chunxing retreated to the door and stood by their hands, waiting for orders at any time.Murong Zhining looks at the Qin manual attentively, while Yanfeng's burning eyes are looking at her attentively. Yan Feng saw a lock of hair hanging on her peach cheek and reached out to brush it off for her. Murong Zhining lifts a pair of apricot eyes lightly, looks at Yanfeng, and instantly sees his intention. With a smile, she tilted her head back, dodged the hand that Yanfeng wanted to brush her hair away, pretending to brush her hair behind her ears. For a moment, Yanfeng turned red like a little boy who was just beginning to love her. He heard his heart beating.

Murong Zhining turns out a broken zither manual without a name. She is so excited: "this is Daming Palace CI.". Shifu once mentioned to me that the "Daming Palace Ci" circulated in the current market is revised by later generations according to their memory, which is far from the real "Daming Palace Ci". The real "Daming Palace Ci" has been lost for a long time, but I didn't expect to have the chance to see it. If the master can see it, he must be very happy! " Yanfeng secretly admires Murong Zhining's insight. He asked several experienced Qin players about this score. No one knows what music it is, and Murong Zhining recognized it easily. Yan Feng is even jealous of Murong Zhining. She knows more than his emperor in some aspects!

Murong Zhining burns incense with her hands. She plays this different poem "Daming Palace Ci" with her slender fingers. Yan Feng closed his eyes and listened. His thoughts drifted with the melody of Daming Palace CI.

Thinking of the past difficulties to Murong Zhining, Yanfeng's heart gives birth to a little regret. He was afraid to leave a shadow in Murong Zhining's heart. He asked tentatively, "I listened to the slander of villains before and wronged you. Do you still remember to hate me?" Murong Zhining deliberately played a trick on him. She held her voice to imitate Yanfeng's voice and manner: "the emperor is the son of heaven. He has the right to decide anyone's fate, and no reason is needed."

Yan Feng stared and pretended to be angry. Murong Zhining covers her mouth and smiles: "however, if people are not sages, who can be faultless? The emperor also mistakenly believed the villain. Moreover, he did not embarrass his maidservant excessively. I also want to thank the emperor, or I will not see the "detour beam", nor appreciate the real charm of Daming Palace CI! "

Yan Feng smiled bitterly and thought: this little girl is really brave. She stroked the tiger's beard and didn't let the tiger get angry! He gradually has a new understanding of Murong Zhining. The little girl is not only smart, but also very naughty.

Yanfeng wants to say sorry to Murong Zhining, but he is the emperor. His pride won't allow him to bow to anyone!

Immersed in the Moon Palace, Caiqin sits alone in the yard, dazed. The owner of the palace is concubine Lu Chen. She is the daughter of the Minister of the Ministry of works, Lu Sixue. Her name is Lu Xiyu. She has been in the palace for two years, and she hasn't seen Yanfeng several times.

Caiqin sighed regretfully, regretting why he was so curious at the beginning. He had to stay to see the bustle, which made him in a dilemma. Because concubine Lu Chen is not favored by Yan Feng, few people come to the palace to walk around, and the news is very blocked. I don't know how Murong Zhining is now? What is the crime of being sentenced by the emperor? At the thought of her cousin's end, Caiqin wished Murong Zhining had been executed by the emperor. Think of Murong Zhining so arrogant, but also become a frail, and pregnant, about to be punished by the emperor, she felt special Shuyi. She was eager to know the result, but she didn't know where to get the news. She was very worried.

When Caiqin saw that Princess Lu Chen was neglected, he learned that she could not see Yanfeng several times a year, so he was too lazy to please her, and sometimes he even showed his master's face. Princess Lu Chen is very gentle and easy-going, but she doesn't care. Caiqin sneaks out of the palace without the approval of Princess Lu Chen. She thinks she has courage. Even if Princess Lu Chen has a problem with her, she can't say anything, because she was sent by the emperor directly and can only be given face by others.

Caiqin is walking aimlessly in the palace, and she sighs in her heart that the palace is so big and the scenery is so beautiful. She walked so far that she didn't meet anyone. She lost her way.

Although Caiqin has worked as a maid in Zhuangcheng's family, the family is also a big family, but compared with the emperor's family, it's not a little worse. In fact, Zhuang Cheng has made a lot of money since he was an official. It's not difficult for him to build a palace, but his money is not enough, so no amount of money can be taken out and wasted.

Caiqin laments the decline of the villa. She feels sad for Zhuangcheng: she was executed before she could enjoy so much white money. And thinking that Mrs. Zhuang usually dictates to her, she feels ten broken down hate, secretly gloating in her heart.

Caiqin looked around curiously, and walked to the gate of Minghui palace unconsciously. She didn't know the height, so she went up and knocked the copper ring on the gate.

Chiyun Ping stared at a couple of mandarin ducks in the pond in the yard and sighed that he was alone. Hearing that someone knocked at the door, she thought Yanfeng had come to see her. She asked the maid to help her to the door and prepare to take her over.

The little maid opened the thick palace gate and appeared in front of chiyunping. It wasn't the emperor at all, but a stupid maid. Even when she saw chiyunping, she didn't know how to kneel.

The mood of chiyun Ping is very lost, so he spreads his Qi on Caiqin: "where is the girl from? Why don't you kneel when you see our palace? Who borrowed your courage?