Who's daughter show

At the same time as the red lotus desert dance began in the palace, Sun Buli came to the back door of Wei Wang's mansion with an umbrella.

He knocked on the door. After seeing clearly that it was him, the manager who opened the door subconsciously looked behind him and saw that he was the only one there. Then he opened the door and let Sun Buli put his umbrella in.

"Mr. Sun, is this journey okay?" The manager asked him first.

Sun Buli sighed deeply, "It's not easy to get rid of those dog legs of the Yan Ling Army. After finally getting rid of them, naturally I have to come back soon. After all, they must never have thought that I would dare to hide back to the capital."

The steward nodded, and led Sun Buli to the backyard for a few steps, and said solemnly: "Your Highness and Empress are going to the palace for a banquet today, and will be back later, Mr. Sun can go back to the old courtyard to rest first."

"Thank you sir." Sun Buli said as he took out a silver ingot and stuffed it into the palm of the manager, "I know the way, just turn forward and you will be there, so you don't need to give it away, sir."

The manager squeezed the silver ingot happily, it is a good thing in the world to warm up by the stove in this snowy day.This Mr. Sun can be regarded as a frequent visitor to the palace, and the concubine also explained that he doesn't have to keep watching when he walks around in the palace. Yuan Bao withdrew.

Sun Buli walked back to the old courtyard along the old stone road, cleaned up and turned off the lights.

Only he and the empress dowager knew the secret of the old courtyard.

This small courtyard looks ordinary, but there is a secret passage in the room where Sun Buli lives, leading directly to the secret room under the concubine's courtyard.

No matter whether it is spring, summer or autumn or winter outside, it is deadly silent.

Sun Buli took down an oil lamp from the wall, slowly walked down the stone steps, walked through a dark and secret passage, and stepped into the dim stone room at the end.

There was a stack of rice paper on the table, and the top one was already covered with a layer of fine dust.

The ink in the inkstone was freshly ground, and the maid who stood next to the desk would repeat this many times a day, but the woman who put the brush on the pen holder never picked it up once.

The woman in black with disheveled hair was sitting in the southeast corner of the secret room with bracelets and shackles, tilting her head and looking at the two small holes for ventilation in the secret room.

There is no moonlight to be seen outside the small hole, not to mention that it is a snowy night tonight.

Seeing Sun Buli walking out of the secret passage, the servant girl was slightly startled, "Mr. Sun is back?"

Sun Buli nodded and smiled, polite and polite.

The servant girl has served the woman in black for many years, and the happiest thing is when Sun Buli came to see her—Sun Buli was born handsome, and even though he was in his forties, he was still inexplicably amiable.

"Sir, please have some tea." The maid served the hot tea that had been brewed.

Sun Buli took it with a smile, and sat down beside the table with the teacup, not in a hurry to drink it, "Yunniang, wealth and wealth are within your reach, why are you holding on like this?"

As soon as Sun Buli said this, the servant girl knew that he was here to persuade her again.This is not the first time the servant girl has seen such a familiar scene.The first time she heard this sentence, Concubine Liu ordered her to back down, but now hearing this sentence, the servant girl subconsciously wanted to back down.

"You don't have to go, there's nothing you can't hear from me." Sun Buli called her, the maid was a little surprised, nodded, and silently stood beside Sun Buli.

After Sun Buli finished drinking the cup of hot tea, he handed it to the servant girl, "Good tea, can I have another cup?"

The maid was even more happy, took the teacup, poured another cup of hot tea, and put it on the table.

After Sun Buli nodded his thanks, he got up and walked three steps towards Sun Yunniang, "It's been 18 years, why bother? Listen to your mother and draw "The Picture of Candle Dragons in the Four Seas"..."

"spit!"

Sun Yunniang turned around and turned around, spitting hard at him.

The servant girl was shocked, "Bold!"

Sun Buli waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, he took a closer look at Sun Yuniang's face, and after confirming that she was still his younger sister, he sighed softly, "Forget it, forget it, your temper will always be so stubborn." After speaking, he walked back, After drinking the hot tea, "I'm going back to my room, thank you for the tea tonight."

"As long as the master likes it." The servant girl was surprised and happy, and sent Sun Buli away respectfully.

Sun Buli returned to the room in the old courtyard. He walked to the window, pushed open the small window, and looked towards the direction of the imperial city—there was the most prosperous building in the capital, and it was also the coldest prison in the capital.

"She's at……"

Sun Buli spoke suddenly, who did he say this to?

Several black shadows flashed down from the eaves, and behind the rockery, or under the stone table rails, several hidden guards wearing the wooden plaques of Wei Wangfu fell down.

You have to do business by yourself. Since you can be a boss, why do you want to be a foolish buddy?

The cool wind was rustling, and suddenly another corner of Wei Wang's mansion lit up with fire, and someone exclaimed, "It's gone—!"

There was a constant sound of gongs and drums in the mansion.

Sun Buli took out the fire folder, blew on it, walked to the bed curtain, and lit the bed curtain.

This fire will definitely burn out his glory for the rest of his life.

Two black shadows jumped in from the window and rushed in along his open secret passage—he knew that today's first step was done.

When the fire in Wei Wang's mansion was ignited, the red lotus desert dance in the palace was dancing in full swing.

Yun Zhou stood in the middle of the banquet, one person, one case. She had been concentrating on drawing a pen for a long time, but she hadn't drawn the first stroke for a long time.She looked sideways slightly, looking at the dancer in red who was leading the dance today, her eyes flickered, what was she thinking?

She was too engrossed in watching it. In the eyes of others, Mr. Yun would not be able to draw this painting tonight. She was afraid that her heart and soul would be taken away by this red dancer.

Snowflakes fell, and a few pieces were stained with the black yarn of the cloud boat.

Yun Zhou's nose moved slightly, and the frown between his brows was tighter than ever before.

This scent is like hers.

Although the dancing posture of the red silk is not very graceful, but with the wooden sword in hand, she dances with the sword and twirls the corners of her skirts with the other six women in red. Each of them is like a desert red lotus fairy blooming in the desert, weird but beautiful .

Under the white mask, the red eyes are like water, but it is not clear what kind of eyebrows and eyes it is?

Every time she dances close to Yunzhou, Yunzhou feels that her figure is familiar, Yunzhou is in a trance, trying to see her more clearly, but Hongxiao dances away again, and even looks back at her with the tip of her wooden sword playfully. Yun Zhou raised his chin lightly.

This looks like Yanyan's behavior, but when Yun Zhou took a step forward, Hongxiao danced into the six dancers again, and even the other dancers followed her Meng Lang, and the tip of the sword touched Yunzhou's shoulders and back one by one. Pass.

The officials who watched the dance were all envious of Yun Zhou's enjoyment. Chu Ji and Chu Fu's faces were ashen, and they only thought about when the dance would be over?

The little prince coughed dryly twice, and gave Agusa a wink. He pulled Agusa's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Fake public servants...what should I do?"

Agusha brushed his hand away, "I miss my man, that's right."

The little prince smiled shyly: "Then I miss my own woman, that's right." Then, he cheekily pulled Agusha's hand and held it tightly, "Good Agusha, why are your hands so cold?"

How could Agusha allow him to be so presumptuous? She ruthlessly turned the little prince's abdomen backhanded, and the little prince cried out in pain, "Ah!"

Everyone was shocked, and the dance had to stop.

Yin Dongyou didn't notice what happened to the little prince, he asked anxiously, "What's wrong with the little prince?"

The little prince smiled awkwardly, "It's okay, it's okay, I just wanted to remind Lord Yun that painting is important." As soon as he said this, it almost touched everyone's heart.

Yun Zhou thought to herself that she had really lost her composure just now, she put down the brush, and respectfully bowed to the little prince, "I'll just draw." While speaking, she found that the seven women in red had bowed their heads and left the banquet, and were about to be led by the servants. Go to the courtyard to rest.

"Miss Hongmao, please stay." Yun Zhou took a step after her, but now she didn't care too much, and raised her voice and asked, "Can you invite the girl to my house to dance again tomorrow?"

Even after hearing the voice, Yun Zhou still wanted to make sure that she was not Xie Nanyan behind the white mask.

Before Hongxiang could open her mouth, the little prince said displeasedly: "Is this king's dancer also invited by you at will?"

Yunzhou was wronged and couldn't answer.

After seeing the situation clearly, the servant led the seven women in red and walked away quickly.

Yin Dongyou rounded up the situation and said: "The little prince misunderstood Yun Aiqing. Tonight's dance is really wonderful. I'm afraid Yun Aiqing wants to watch it again."

Yun Zhou knew that the Son of Heaven was helping her, so she turned her head and bowed to the Son of Heaven—if what Wanniang said was true, the Son of Heaven was her own brother. Thinking of this, Yun Zhou felt so grateful for his care one cent.

"It's better like this." The little prince sat down with restraint.

Yun Zhou pursed his lips dumbly, maybe he was in a hurry.

Chu Fu bowed respectfully to the Son of Heaven and the ministers, walked to the side of the case, rubbed the ink for Yunzhou, and said softly: "Husband, Tianhan, I'm afraid this ink will freeze."

Yun Zhou sighed softly, and walked to Chu Fu's side, "Thank you, Fu'er." After speaking, she picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and finally drew the first stroke on the paper.

She is the Tanhualang who answered with a paintbrush. Now that she can see Yunzhou painting on the spot, many civil servants can't help but gather around, just want to see what kind of picture the red lotus desert dance described by Yunzhou will be like?

Nian Wanniang looked at these people coldly, and suddenly waved to the servant not far away, and said sharply: "Go to the palace gate and see, are Concubine Liu and His Royal Highness Wei Wang here? Your Majesty and all the officials are hungry. Wait, what a big shelf!"

"No." The servant took the order and left.

Yin Dongyou knew that Nian Wanniang must be getting impatient, if she suddenly made a fuss tonight, he might not be able to protect King Wei.

The senior officials who were close to Nian Wanniang could hear clearly and exchanged winks. The banquet tonight was a good show.

Nian Wanniang poured a glass of wine and poured it slowly on the ground, like sacrificial wine.

Yin Dongyou felt cold when he saw it.

Chu Ji's eyes darkened, and he looked at her darkly. He couldn't help but feel uneasy—what is she planning?

Nian Wanniang looked at the night sky leisurely, the clouds were heavy, and the stars and the moon could not be seen in the dark.

"A'Ning, I will help Daling to tear off these dark clouds piece by piece, don't worry."