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Zhao Xuanling asked Du Juan to spread the quilt for Liu Yuanhui not far from his bed.

"Princess! I'm not going to sleep today. I'm just waiting at the door! If he dares to touch a hair on your head, I'll call the guards immediately!" Du Juan whispered to Zhao Xuanling.

Zhao Xuanling replied: "This matter must not be made public! Otherwise, Liu Yuanhui's head will be at risk!"

After Du Juan went out, Liu Yuanhui lay directly on the floor, and Zhao Xuanling also returned to his bed.

Liu Yuanhui turned his back and said to Zhao Xuanling: "Princess, we don't have to turn out the lights! I won't take off my clothes, so you can sleep peacefully."

"What do you dare to do! Be careful, I will kill you with one knife!" Zhao Xuanling was lying on the bed, holding the dagger tightly with both hands, her heart pounding.

Liu Yuanhui said: "Hahaha, if Yuan Hui is really disrespectful, the princess will just wipe Yuan Hui's neck!"

Liu Yuanhui looked at the closed window and asked, "But do you lock the doors in your palace at this time every day?"

"In addition to the emperor's birthday and the night of Shangyuan, it is the same every day." Zhao Xuanling said.

Liu Yuanhui continued: "In other words, you have spent this time in this small room for many years?"

Zhao Xuanling replied: "This has been the case since I can remember."

Liu Yuanhui thought for a while: "Although the people in this palace are well-dressed and well-fed, they are bound by various rules all day long. They are nothing more than high-level prisoners. This Zhao Xuanling is so pitiful!"

Then Liu Yuanhui stood up like a carp and said: "You have come here, so don't come in vain!"

Zhao Xuanling also quickly sat up, holding the dagger in front of her with both hands and said, "Liu Yuanhui! Don't mess around! I'm going to call someone! The guards will be here in a moment!"

"Shh!" Liu Yuanhui made a gesture and said, "Where are you thinking! I'm taking you to see the world! Come with me!"

"Where?"

"Master Liu, I'll take you to listen to the evening breeze and see the moon and stars! Oh, anyway, just come with me! I'll show you the world!" Liu Yuanhui said, opening the window and jumping into the yard.

Zhao Xuanling didn't understand what Liu Yuanhui was going to do, so he followed him out of curiosity.

"Why did you bring me out?" Zhao Xuanling asked.

Liu Yuanhui pointed to the sky and said, "Look up!"

Zhao Xuanling then raised his head and looked at the sky. At this time, the night sky was filled with stars, like the Milky Way pouring down. Beside the Milky Way was a snow-white bright moon.

"It's so beautiful! I've never seen such a starry sky!"

Zhao Xuanling sighed and put the dagger back into its sheath.

When Liu Yuanhui closed the window, he took a shakuhachi hanging by the window. After closing the window, he walked next to Zhao Xuanling and said, "Zi Shi's behavior is the most brilliant. Look, have you seen Zi Shi for so many years?" Wasting it on your own bed?”

"What you said makes sense!" Zhao Xuanling replied with a chuckle.

Liu Yuanhui then grabbed Zhao Xuanling's wrist and said, "Follow me!"

"Ah? Where to go?" Zhao Xuanling was pulled under the huge cherry blossom tree by Liu Yuanhui.

"Climb the tree!" Liu Yuanhui said, holding the shakuhachi in his mouth and began to climb the tree skillfully.

Zhao Xuanling dodged the falling cherry blossoms under the tree and said, "Liu Yuanhui! Climbing trees is prohibited within the palace!"

"Why?" Liu Yuanhui said.

Zhao Xuanling replied: "Because there are assassins on the tree!"

Liu Yuanhui laughed secretly, thinking: "Although this little princess is unruly and willful, she is so silly and cute!"

"I've checked! There are no assassins on this tree! Come up!" Liu Yuanhui said and stretched out his hand to Zhao Xuanling.

Zhao Xuanling hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand to Liu Yuanhui.

Liu Yuanhui and Zhao Xuanling climbed to the highest branch, and the two sat side by side.

Liu Yuanhui broke off a cluster of cherry blossoms and said, "Look again!"

At this time, in Zhao Xuanling's eyes, the bright stars were twinkling among the branches of pink cherry blossoms, just like Katsushika Hokusai's beautiful Ukiyo-e prints.

The silver light of the full moon shines like daylight. At this time, the entire Ziwei Palace is in sight, and the green tiles on the eaves seem to be covered with a layer of snow-white gauze.

"so beautiful!"

Zhao Xuanling's watery eyes were filled with tears, as if she was moved by the tranquility and beauty of this moment.

Liu Yuanhui looked at Zhao Xuanling, who was so moving among the flowers under the moonlight, and couldn't move his eyes away for a moment.

"Close your eyes again! Take a deep breath. Can you hear the sound of the wind?" Liu Yuanhui continued.

Zhao Xuanling slowly closed her eyes and took a gentle breath.

Liu Yuanhui took out his shakuhachi. Under such a beautiful scenery, a song "Wind in the Wilderness" slowly played along with the gentle evening breeze...

It was like a refreshing breeze, interrupting the dead silence of this palace for thousands of years.

After the song ended, and after a moment of silence, the two people on the cherry blossom tree slowly opened their eyes.

"Liu Yuanhui, thank you!" Zhao Xuanling looked at Liu Yuanhui and said.

Liu Yuanhui looked at the beautiful eyes in front of him, and suddenly felt that time had stopped, so quiet that he could only hear each other's rapid heartbeats.

After a moment, Liu Yuanhui quickly avoided Zhao Xuanling's gaze.

Zhao Xuanling also quickly looked away, rubbing her crimson skirt with sweaty hands, and her feet hanging between the branches swung, making a crisp copper bell sound.

It was Liu Yuanhui who spoke first to resolve the awkward moment: "Let me tell Miss Zhao a story!"

"Okay... okay, you go ahead and tell me!" Zhao Xuanling said.

Liu Yuanhui thought for a long time and could only think of some ghost stories designed to scare little girls in this world.

"I wonder if you have ever heard of a book called Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio?" Liu Yuanhui asked Zhao Xuanling.

Zhao Xuanling naturally has never heard of this work that came out hundreds of years later: "No, tell me about it!"

In the next half hour, Liu Yuanhui told as many stories from "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" as he could remember, with added flourishes.

Zhao Xuanling listened quietly at first, then became a little nervous and frightened, and then turned pale and trembling. Her hands unknowingly grabbed Liu Yuanhui's sleeves, and her eyes glanced around in a panic.