Chapter 308

The palace is deep.

It is still the lotus in that pool, but it has already appeared a decadent trend and is about to fail.

Yi Xiaoqiao sits on the edge of the lotus pond. Tea and snacks are placed on the small table in front of him. Tea is flower tea, and the cup is a jade cup like soft light. It is exquisite and lovely. The snacks are specially made by the imperial dining room, exquisite and delicious.

Yi Xiaoqiao had to taste two more pieces.

"Madam, the emperor and Princess Yun are really different. I haven't seen him take care of anyone like this before."

Yi Xiaoqiao raised his eyes and looked at the two people. His thin lips pursed a little radian: "people are true love!"

Although Qian Yu's fine points are serious, his feelings for Yun Jiao can also be seen. Since he knows what will happen in the future, if he is just afraid of Yun Jiao wearing a green hat or really doesn't like Yun Jiao, he can directly find a reason to kill Yun Jiao or choose not to treat Yun Jiao before Mu Yi'an returns, which will save a lot of things, But he didn't do so. After knowing that yunjiao committed suicide, he was miserable and depressed. He even visited famous doctors to save yunjiao.

You say he doesn't like it, I'm afraid it's impossible. Maybe it's because he likes it that he is more likely to worry about gain and loss. Especially after knowing the experience of his previous life, he is facing loss for the second time and is about to throw herself into the arms of others. I'm afraid he can't bear it.

In this way, Qian Yu has an explanation for his contradictory actions, which are angry and hate Mu Yi'an, but can't make famous remarks, and can't even kill him completely.

Mu Yi'an is still a general of the dry country after all. The stability of the border city needs him and the stability of the dry country needs him. In that case, how can Qian Yu kill him? It's impossible to kill him, but he has to watch him grow up and rob his beloved daughter-in-law. In other words, no one wants to find an opportunity to suppress him, kill him or humiliate him!

In the moment of wandering, Yi Xiaoqiao accidentally bumped into a pair of eyes when he came back to his mind again.

With a little sarcasm and ridicule in those eyes, Yi Xiaoqiao felt uncomfortable. She took a sip of tea.

At this time, Xiaohua, who had been standing next to her, said, "didn't you say you wanted to compete and sing? Why hasn't it started? When will it wait?"

There was a touch of impatience in her tone.

Yi Xiaoqiao smiled: "what's your hurry? Those who should come will come sooner or later. Your master's grievance has been sunk for so long, and it doesn't lie in this meeting. Just wait."

Yes, this flower is made of Xiaohe.

She knew that the palace was going to have a singing competition today. She wanted to come. Yi Xiaoqiao didn't want to take her with her, but she couldn't stand her. She cried, made trouble and hanged herself. Finally, she had to pretend to be a little flower and come here to watch the play.

Xiao he whispered, "can it be that they dare not come out because you are here?"

"... what does this have to do with me?" Yi Xiaoqiao stared at her speechless. How can you throw the pot!

"People are all concubines. Of course they sing to the emperor. Can you sing to you? Naturally, I don't want to come out when I see you here." Xiao he murmured in a low voice, as if he had found the truth.

That makes sense.

But Yi Xiaoqiao was invited by the emperor. He is regarded as the emperor's guest. They should have no big problem singing or something.

The idea flashed away, and suddenly a melodious tune came from the lake. With the girl's song, it penetrated into people's ears and made people itch.

A boat sailed from the layers of invincible lotus flowers, accompanied by a beautiful song.

It was a rural minor and a very happy song, but I don't know whether the singer didn't sing well enough or wanted to be sensational. The song was so sad by her that it seemed to make people cry.

Yi Xiaoqiao sounds strange.

Music knows no borders. No matter which country's music is, as long as there are tunes, she can hear good or bad. This is already a human instinct. Therefore, although she has never heard this song or Xi Chui's song, she still hears the sense of violation of this song. It's really too serious.

She looked at Xiao He. Was that what she heard that night?

Xiao He shook his head: "it's not like this."

"This song is terrible." At the same time, Yuechan, who has been sitting beside Qian Yu silently eating melons and fruits, opened her mouth. She glanced sideways at the girl on the ship. Her eyebrows were full of disdain: "you'd better go back and Practice for some time. The singing is really not very good."

Although yunjiao's Qi and blood have been recovered, her body is not yet well and her face is ruddy, but she is still Yan Yan and has no spirit. She heard Yuechan's laughter, raised her eyelids, looked at the girl on the ship, and silently helped Qian Yu add a glass of wine.

Dry Yu smiled and drank: "next."

These concubines haven't seen Qian Yu for a long time. They all think about him. This singing competition is an opportunity to get in touch with Qian Yu. Yi Xiaoqiao asked someone to let out the wind and said that whoever wins the competition can stay in Qian Yu's bedroom for a month. The emperor simply sacrificed his hue to invite them to sing. Therefore, everyone tried hard to squeeze his head and wanted to move forward. Naturally, each of them has his own strengths, Each shows his own housekeeping skills.

Those who go by water, land, climb up and look into the distance, and dance and sing on the rockery. Those with many tricks can go to juggling.

After these wonderful concubines, Yi Xiaoqiao knew that there were so many songs in xitui. There were 3000 beautiful women in the harem, and they didn't have any heavy songs. She also admired them.

I admire these concubines and the people who compose songs in Xiti. How can they have such good music cells and so powerful.

Unfortunately, she heard it all the time. Finally, Xiao He didn't hear the familiar voice. She was a little disappointed on her face: "how could it not?"

"Then maybe the man is dead?" Yi Xiaoqiao asked.

Xiao he stared at her: "impossible!"

"What is the possibility or impossibility of such a thing? I'm not afraid of ten thousand, just in case!"

The voice did not fall, but listening to some songs from the forest, the song was ethereal, as if the melody from nine days was guiding the people.

The flowers were blowing the willows, and Qian Yu came to a garden with her singing.

There was a crooked neck tree in the garden with a swing tied to it. A girl was singing on the swing with her back to them. The ethereal voice came from her.

Everyone came involuntarily, as if they were attracted.

The girl didn't notice their approach and continued to hum softly.

Xiaohe pinched Yi Xiaoqiao's hand and wished she could crush her hand. Just when she couldn't restrain herself from rushing to see her true face, she suddenly heard the girl's voice rise suddenly. The original melodious melody was disordered, as if it was broken, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Xiao He's face turned green.

Yuechan Annai was angry in her heart, but the voice echoed in her ear like a magic sound. She couldn't bear it. After all, she stepped forward with an arrow: "enough, don't sing!"