Chapter 61

The two people were a little unhappy. They stopped talking to him every month. Ren Muhua stared at her but didn't respond. He sighed for a long time and said, "every month, believe me, I won't hurt you or angelica dahurica."

Every month did not speak, you can also say that she sniffed at him. If it weren't for Angelica dahurica, she wouldn't be so quiet now. She would have let him pay the price. She really had no eyes. She believed him at the beginning and now put herself in deep water.

"I hope you can remember your words."

"Of course," said Mu Huaqian. He knew what she meant, but he really wouldn't hurt Angelica dahurica, let alone her.

Every month her figure moved slightly and she stood up: "if there is nothing else, childe mu, every month will leave first." she said and walked past him.

Mu Hua grabbed her arm. "Do you have to?"

Do you have to? It's ridiculous. I believe you so much, but you deceive me into this vortex. Now you dare to ask me pitifully if I have to do so?

Every month, she became more and more angry and tried hard to get rid of his grip. However, she couldn't compare the strength of others, so she angrily said, "we don't seem to know each other very well? What qualifications do you have to care about me?"

Mu Hua was speechless for a moment, but now he found that he couldn't find a reason. Yes, he's not his person, and what's the qualification to take care of her!

Slowly released his hand and watched it empty. Every month despises turning and leaving, but he can't find any excuse to stop, so he can only let the beauty go away

Every month calmly walked towards his guest room. Unexpectedly, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Jiuyin, the scattered king, on the road. After a pause, he decided to go straight. I don't know you at all. It's also a hot face to stick to people's cold ass after greeting. It's better to have nothing to do with each other! Anyway, it's not in the imperial capital. No one will punish her.

So thinking, she really passed by his side and walked away without a trace of stop. Xiao Jiuyin stopped walking. This feeling... Was special, but he didn't take it to heart. In his eyes, she was just a victim

Every month, she goes back to her room and traps herself in bed. What else can she do now! Run? I'm afraid I was killed before I ran away. No, I should have thrown myself into the net.

What can I do now ~ ~ ~ beat the quilt in trouble, looked at the bed curtain in a daze every month, and thought about what Princess ye said. If it falls into the hands of the elder, he just wants to officially register and get the secret collection, but if it falls into the hands of others, what will happen! Besides, isn't she going to the Moon Palace to get the treasure map?

This is a good choice for her, but she doesn't understand who is behind the chess game. Just, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth. She wants to see who set these traps

Imperial capital, in the Chenxing hall, imperial concubine Ye was lying on the imperial concubine's couch. The maid in waiting beside her quietly fanned her. Her eyes moved slightly. She opened her eyes and waved back the maid in waiting.

A man in the dark came out, landed on one knee and said respectfully, "madam, miss has arrived at Tianming Pavilion."

Ye Fei steadied her hair in a bun. Well, she said, "look at the right time and make sure she enters the dark moon palace."

"Yes -"

"How about the emperor recently? Is there any change?"

Ye Fei said lazily, looking like a lazy cat, noble and charming

Zhao Yun lowered his head and didn't dare to look at her. He continued: "there has been no movement since the emperor sent a scattered queen."

"Now the power of the four countries will be fully mobilized. Be careful in everything. No one knows the end until the end. You must be calm. In addition, collect the evidence of Prime Minister Liu's cooperation with the enemy earlier."

Zhao Yun lowered his head and said yes

"By the way, it's said that the girl is happy. Today, the queen also rewarded many things. You say, what if the happy event turns into a funeral..."

"As long as the empress is happy," Zhao Yun replied without frowning.

"Well... I'll leave it to you."

Ye Fei said and closed her eyes. Zhao Yun answered and retreated out.

After a while, Chunlan came in, knelt down beside imperial concubine ye, pinched her legs and feet and said, "why doesn't your mother let your maidservant go and send deacon Zhao?"

"Now the palace of our palace is so closely watched. If you go, will they not think it was made by our palace? The queen is waiting to grasp the handle of our palace now. Do you think you are suitable to do it?"

Ye Fei didn't open her eyes and said lightly. Chunlan had to nod and continue to hold her legs and feet

A dark shadow flashed silently outside the palace and soon appeared in the imperial study without disturbing anyone.

"In that case, give them a hand."

The emperor put his pen back in a good mood, looked at the portrait on the rice paper and nodded with satisfaction. The dark guard was the emperor's confidant for many years. With only such a word, he already knew what to do, and then left the imperial study quietly.

When the atmosphere is tense, the protagonist is so full that he has to climb up the roof. The full moon is the most suitable for viewing, isn't it?

She lay quietly on the roof. The bright moon shed a round of brilliance, shining on her godless eyes. Her thoughts drifted away. She didn't even know what she was thinking, so she was in a daze.

The cool night and the cool wind bring a trace of sadness. Every month, close your eyes and immerse yourself in peace

Suddenly, a sound of Xiao came and was slowly brought into the ears of every month by the wind.

The flute... Every month opened her eyes. Yes, if she remembered correctly, she had heard the flute. It was in the imperial palace.

Every month he sat up suddenly, listened carefully to the direction of the flute, and pursued it. Behind her, there was a shadow following her not far away.

When I came to an attic, I clearly heard the flute sound coming from the top of the attic every month. Could it be him? Every month, she looked around, and then climbed under the eaves of the attic with the strength of her feet. At the moment, she was only one foot away from the person who played the flute. She sat down on the sloping slope and leaned against the eaves to listen to his flute quietly.

Quiet and distant, as if the feeling of being independent from the world, some misty, let her originally messy heart gradually calm down, comfortable and indifferent.

The moonlight tonight seems very bright. Looking up at the bright moon every month, there is a distant flute sound in her ear. On her, a person is playing a song to the bright moon, his eyes are quiet, and he just glances at the corner where the moon is located.

The bright moon rolled over the eaves of the attic. After the song, the sound broke. Every month, I looked in that direction and heard someone say, "it's time to rest, Lord."

Someone answered faintly, and the subtle footsteps disappeared. Every month, she knew that the person had left. Since the person had left, what was she still doing here? He moved, turned down the attic and went away

She didn't know how long she had listened here and how long someone had been with her, but she hadn't found it from beginning to end.