Senior sister Bai Yueguang has picked up the BE male second script

A big event happened in the palace recently.

The crazy concubine He in the cold palace suddenly woke up and secretly ran out of the cold palace. In the imperial garden, she caught the emperor's attention with the words "The new wind is like a solution to one's will. It is easy not to destroy."

The emperor ordered people to renovate Mei Fangzhai, and also had the concubine He who had suffered greatly be taken out of the cold palace.

Regardless of where the new wind and plum blossoms come from during the summer solstice, this poem has nothing to do with the imperial garden.

Unexpectedly, the Crane Concubine went into the cold palace and became more beautiful as if she had undergone plastic surgery. The emperor didn't care whether there was a new wind and plum blossoms in the summer. The beauty wept and the emperor was heartbroken.

As for how beautiful the Crane Concubine has become, people who have seen her only say that she has fragrant cheeks, jade and snow lotus face, and a bright spring peony on her head.

Compared with the jade noble concubine, one is as tender as water, while the other is very charming.

No wonder the emperor was moved.

At this time, the Crane Concubine in Mei Fangzhai was looking at her with a pair of phoenix eyes, and she was half-lying on the couch with a noble temperament and an enchanting posture.

"Empress, Your Majesty was coming to Mei Fangzhai, but was stopped by Concubine Yu's people and now you are going to Xuetang Courtyard!"

Concubine He, who was lying on the couch, had her fingertips as bright as blood, lightly covering her lips, and said as if she didn't believe her, "Didn't she get sick a few days ago and ask Your Majesty not to get close to her?"

The little palace maid trembled at the side, "I heard that today is suddenly a good day, so I hurriedly invited Your Majesty to come and enjoy the dance."

"A few days ago, I said I was too sick to get out of bed, but today I can dance?" Concubine He took off the peonies on her head and threw them aside. The petals were scattered on the ground, and her face, as beautiful as the peonies on the ground, was slightly distorted. .

"Bitch is hypocritical!"

……

Another month later, during the summer heat, Mrs. Ping Xihou took Yin Guoer and Yin You to Lingyin Temple near Shangjing to pray for blessings and stay there.

Although Lingyin Temple is located on the outskirts of Beijing, it does not have the serious feeling of a royal temple. It has green pines and bamboos and beautiful scenery all around.

Yinguo'er, who was temporarily freed from so many rules, breathed a sigh of relief. As a modern person, she really couldn't accept that the ancients always bowed and knelt down, so she just relaxed now.

As dusk approached, she wandered alone in the temple. When she stopped at the stone pavilion on the back hill, she spotted a familiar figure.

A young man wearing a silver-patterned moon robe slowly climbed up the stairs amid the wind of pines, green bamboos, and the reflection of peaks and rocks. Every step his slender legs took was leisurely and elegant.

Yinguo'er's heart almost jumped out of her chest. She waved to the people who were getting closer and shouted, "His Royal Highness King Yong'an!"

Then she saw the immortal King Yong'an smiling back and approaching her.

"Miss Silver."

Yinguo'er raised her head to look at him. Even in the hot weather when she walked up from the mountain, she didn't see any sweat on his forehead. His whole body was refreshed and he looked like an immortal.

She was about to speak when a little sword boy jumped out of nowhere and stood in front of King Yong'an.

"Sir, there is an assassin."

As soon as he finished speaking, several masked men emerged from the forest on the side and surrounded the stone pavilion.

Yinguoer was dumbfounded for a moment. In the original book, King Yong'an wasn't so hated, wasn't he?

Unexpectedly, young Qingyue's voice sounded nearby, "It seems that Miss Ping Xihou has offended someone."

Oh...it turns out to be hers.

"I……"

Yin Guoer, who was slow to react, finally felt something was wrong.

Ah, why is it hers?

"Boss, what should I do if there is a handsome man here?"

"Catch them together!"

The assassins rushed forward, and the little sword boy burst into tears and stepped forward to resist.

It must be the most hard-working system!

"Your Highness, can you really stop this sword boy?"

Yinguo'er watched the little sword boy's tiny figure being submerged in a group of strong men.

"Can't stop it."

"what?"

"So let's go quickly."

Why is it different from what you imagined?

"Your Highness, don't you know how to use martial arts?"

King Yong'an looked back at her, his peach blossom eyes full of doubts.

"Of course not."

"..."