Chapter 151

The night is getting darker.

There are few pedestrians in the streets.

In the dark, a woman walked through the streets and ran quickly in the street.

Her speed was very fast, almost running at the speed of the 100 meter race. Even so, the neat footsteps were getting closer and closer. Something was approaching quickly in the dark. The cold light flashed, and the sharp blade cut the air and rushed towards her.

Cold back, as if to be torn in half.

Seeing the sharp blade behind her, she stubbornly deviated. The sharp blade wiped her arm, and someone blocked in front of her.

The man in black, masked and holding a short dagger in his hand, the dagger was polished very bright and glittered cold in the moonlight. He stood in front of her and threw the dagger calmly. He was already ready.

Yi Xiaoqiao retreated slowly against the wall, and footsteps came from the other side. Looking back, four or five people in black came from the darkness, and their eyes fell on her, cold and cold.

So many people came to kill her, a weak woman? You look up to her too!

Yi Xiaoqiao calmed his mind: "who are you? Why do you do this?"

"Why? You'll soon know!" A cruel voice came from his side. Yi Xiaoqiao's neck hurt and his eyes were black. He completely fainted.

Drinking and dancing, singing and dancing.

The dancer is charming. She is beautiful when she stretches her arms and lowers her waist.

In Qingyun hall, beautiful women are like clouds and the breeze is like a song.

Mu Yi'an sat in the left hand position with a tight frown. He was quite restless. He didn't know what was wrong today. He was worried and uncomfortable. He always felt as if something bad was going to happen.

"Beiwang, you seem to be in a bad mood. Don't you like the reception banquet prepared by the emperor for you?"

A mocking voice came from his side.

Mu Yi'an tilted his head and saw Gan Maocheng sitting on his side, looking at himself with a smile. That smile added another layer of uneasiness to Mu Yi'an's heart. Fortunately, he was not happy and angry in his daily life, and no one found anything unusual: "the Regent is worried about it. The Emperor longen, Mu Yi'an is naturally grateful."

"The North King is not worried about his lovely wife at home, is he?"

Mu Yi'an's hand holding the wine cup was a little white and smiled bitterly: "yes, I haven't seen it for a day. It's like three autumn days. I really want to see it."

"...." the Regent felt choked. Would a normal man admit it so openly? Muyian is also a talent.

"Beiwang is really a man of temperament." The Regent smiled: "don't worry about the North King. The king has prepared a generous gift for you. You'll arrive later. I'm sure the North King will be happy when he sees it."

Mu Yi'an smiled and said nothing, but a little darkness flashed in his eyes.

Yunjiao sits beside Qian Yu, sipping fruit wine, but the rest of her eyes falls on Mu Yi'an. Mu Yi'an is a little different today. It seems that she has something on her mind. Is it because Yi Xiaoqiao is not here?

At the thought of Yi Xiaoqiao, Yun Jiao curled her lips and sneered. Even if Yi Xiaoqiao was a woman rewarded by the emperor, she was only a concubine after all. She was not qualified to come to the palace for dinner. Coupled with the origin of her servant girl, others would not even look at her, that is, a person with low vision like Mu Yi'an.

"Yun Jiao?"

Yunjiao woke up like a dream, turned her head and smiled at Qian Yu: "Emperor..."

The Palace Banquet continued, and Mu Yi'an quietly withdrew from Qingyun hall.

Away from singing, dancing and vocal music, Mu Yian got temporary peace and breathed out a long breath.

North King?

What an ironic title.

Before entering the palace, he was general mu. After entering the palace, he was not only promoted to the rank of grand duke, but also honored as "North King" by the emperor. What is more ironic is not his title, but the origin of the title. It is not his great military achievements or his martial arts strategy, but because he did meritorious service in escorting Yun Jiao to Beijing.

What's the merit of escorting yunjiao?

It can be seen how many positions yunjiao has to occupy in the emperor's heart. I'm afraid the three thousand in the back palace can't compare with yunjiao.

After a few glasses of wine, he was slightly drunk. He could not see clearly in front of him. The palace lanterns were dim, the crescent moon was bright, and the tulle had been closed between heaven and earth. He took a deep breath, and still felt stuffy in his chest, as if he had been blocked by something.

If a place like the imperial palace is really oppressive, it's not as good as the frontier scenery. It's refreshing and open-minded. After being here for a long time, it always makes people feel a little uncomfortable and suffocate.

Muyi'an was about to leave, when footsteps came behind him.

A eunuch like man walked quickly, stood behind him and smiled flatteringly: "Lord, how did you come out? The Palace Banquet is only half way, and the most wonderful part will begin soon."

Mu Yi'an looked back and stared at him. His eyes were sharp and people didn't dare to look directly. He sneered: "I'm not the Lord, I'm Mu Yi'an!"

He is general mu. He is only willing to be general mu, kill and attack the battlefield and protect the peace of the dry country. He doesn't want to be a prince, let alone such a false title.

"Oh, how can the king speak like that? You are the North king personally granted by the emperor. Naturally, you are the king of our dry country." Eunuch Zhan Yan smiled and didn't know how much water powder fell on his face: "Lord, there is only one king with a foreign name in our dry country except you. This is a great gift. Don't be ignorant."

Yes, the other Wang is the king of Yu, the father of Yun Jiao.

But since he became king of Henan, he has never led the army to fight again. His military power has been cut, and several of his generals have left the battlefield. It is because of his example that Mu Yi'an hates this king with different surnames. His dream is not to make achievements. He just wants to guard the peace of the country. For him, he doesn't want any salary or position.

His eyes fell on the deep path. The path twists and turns and extends forward. I don't know where it leads. A wind blew from the moon gate and brushed his temples. Mu Yi'an seemed to smell the smell of freedom for no reason.

"Oh, Lord, where are you going?" The eunuch held him: "be careful not to fall."

Muian pushed him away and wanted to move forward.

"Lord, today is your reception banquet. If you leave like this, if the emperor knows, the Lord can afford it?" Asked the eunuch.

Mu Yi'an looked slightly cold and looked back at him with dark eyes.

The eunuch was staring at him for a while and forced himself to calm down: "the prince should come back. The good play will begin immediately. If there is no prince, I'm afraid it will affect the emperor's mood."

Mu Yi'an smiled, took a step and walked slowly into Qingyun hall. At the same time, a row of dancers came quickly from a distance, their sleeves fluttering, as if they were colorful auspicious clouds floating in the sky