Fall In Love With A Substitute

Feng Yuexian remained silent, brushing the sleeves of her light shirt over the red sandalwood table, and handing over the secret letter.

Song Pianxuan raised her eyebrows, read it carefully, her eyebrows and eyes changed several times, either surprised or stunned.

In the end, she refolded the secret letter and handed it to Feng Yuexian with gentle eyes:

"Thank you for telling me, otherwise I wouldn't have expected it."

Feng Yuexian scratched the side of the tea bowl with his fingertips, and said calmly:

"What you didn't expect is that the king of Chu dared to enter Beijing privately."

As far as she knew, Song Pianlu had made a lot of preparations for tomorrow.

Song Pina smiled lightly:

"I can't hide anything from you."

Looking at Song Pian's Qingling smile blooming like a flower bud, Feng Yuexian was suddenly depressed.

Yes, nothing can be hidden from her.

She knew that Song Pianlu saw that she liked that hairpin.

I also know why Song Pianjue took the things to the East Palace, but didn't give them to herself.

Song Pianlu dared not send it off.

Because of her actions that day, how dare Song Pianlu let herself misunderstand her intentions again.

She refused to give herself even a leeway for fantasy.

Gentle and decisive.

Feng Yue took half a cup of tea with a sigh of relief.

"It's good for the prince to know, you and I are allies, and I have to tell you about this matter."

Feng Yuexian emphasized the word "alliance".

After finishing speaking, Song Pianlu didn't respond yet, and she lost her interest.

She got up, and the blue hair fell from her shoulders with the movement:

"I'm going back."

"Wait." A voice called from behind.

The sound was not very loud, but Feng Yuexian couldn't move half a step.

She looked back, Song Pianle hurried into the room and took something out.

Song Pianyi handed over what was in her hand and explained:

"Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. I wanted to give it to you tomorrow, but you happened to be here."

It is a thread of longevity.

The longevity thread is woven with five-color threads, like a long curved bird's tail with colorful feathers, which is used to tie between the arms.

"This is you--"

Feng Yuexian stopped talking halfway.

She wanted to ask Song Pianlu, did she make it?But he remembered that Song Pianjue was the prince at this time, how could he have the time to do this.

Sure enough, Song Pianlu blinked and said:

"This... was made by Xueqing."

Feng Yuexian nodded.

Sure enough, Xueqing made it, and Yin Bing and Xue Xue around her also love to make these things.

It wasn't compiled by Song Pianxuan.

Because the expectation has not risen, I am not too disappointed. On the contrary, because this thing is just an auspicious meaning, it is easier to reach out and take it.

Feng Yuexian reached out to take it, one end of the long colored thread was wrapped between her fingers, and the other end was wrapped around Song Pianlu's hand.

Like magpie feathers floating across the snow, colored silk skimming the ice.

Feng Yuexian's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he deliberately avoided Song Pianliao's fingers.

Proud and restrained.

She looked down at the long-lived thread, extremely focused.

This long-lived thread is pierced with gemstones and beads of various colors, which is extremely gorgeous.

What's more special is that there is also a small copper mirror hanging on it, which is rare.

Feng Yue Xian thought for a while, the bronze mirror meant "to observe the true form of the monster king", presumably it was used to ward off evil spirits, but it fits the scene of the Dragon Boat Festival.

She raised her eyes and wanted to ask Song Pianliu.

Although she knows, she can pretend not to know.

She held the bronze mirror between her fingers: "This is?"

"I saw that the treasure mirror is used to ward off evil spirits, and the meaning is good..."

Under Feng Yuexian's gaze, Song Pianli squeezed her palms, blinked again, and said:

"...then told Xueqing to add it."

Feng Yuexian nodded, swayed her steps, and said in a manly voice:

"It was so."

Song Pianxuan followed and nodded, talking and laughing at Yanyan, with a calm expression:

"I hope you like it."

With Song Pianliu's dedication, Feng Yuexian would naturally like it.

The second day was the Dragon Boat Festival, and because I had to go to Jinming Pond, I had to get up and clean up when the sky was getting dark.

The gardenia in the vase on the case has new branches, and the morning dew is hanging, which is sweet and fragrant.

Fengyue was idle on the Begonia Red Ruyi cloud pattern shirt, and gave Yinxue the long-lived thread to tie it around her arm.

Yinxue took off her sleeves, revealing a white arm, and said while moving her hands:

"The master got this longevity strand last night? His Royal Highness borrowed flowers to offer Buddha?"

"Ah."

Drinking snow muttered:

"Since it was given by the crown prince, the master must wear it on his body. Why don't the crown prince let sister Xueqing come, and make it more delicate, so that it is worthy of you."

Feng Yue paused for a while, her eyes fell on the long life thread:

"Why do you say it wasn't made by Xueqing?"

"Look, there is only a concentric knot on the top of this knot, but Sister Xueqing is very skillful, she can draw flowers, plants, figures, sun, moon, stars, birds and beasts with ease."

The more Yinxue talked, the more dissatisfied she became, looking at the long-lived strand as if looking at something ugly:

"In this way, you will no longer be able to use the various long-lived strands that the slaves prepared for you, and they will all be lost by this—"

"This is great."

"Eh?"

With Feng Yuexian's fingertips, he caressed the colored thread hanging from the long life strand, and he could still feel the cool touch of the copper mirror between his arms.

Her eyes are clear, like golden flakes, and her red lips are slightly curved, as if filled with clear and sweet stream water, and like wine that intoxicates the heart.

Feng Yuexian's voice was like a feather scratching the tip of her heart lightly, her smile was soft, wrapped in a cold charm:

"It could not be better."

The master was in full bloom, even Yinxue, who was used to serving her, couldn't help but stare blankly, her ears were like ants crawling over, it was extremely itchy.

By the time she realized it, she had long forgotten what she wanted to say.

After everything was packed, they went to the main hall to have a meal with the prince, and for the first time, his master even took the initiative to serve the prince a bowl of porridge.

what is this?

Temporary reconciliation for the big festival?Or reciprocity?

Drinking snow is puzzling.

Song Pianlu was also a little surprised, but quickly took over.

At this time, she was thinking about the arrangement. The king of Chu must make some moves today. Jin Mingchi and his party could not be too cautious. One mistake, the mission may fail directly.

Now that the task has reached more than 60.00%, it would be a pity if it fails at this time.

Song Pianlu was eating porridge and side dishes, her thoughts had already flown away.

After regaining consciousness, Feng Yuexian's expression faded again, as if it wasn't her who served him the porridge earlier.

Women are really hard to understand.

Song Pianyi sighed softly in her heart, and after getting into the chariot together, she took the initiative to say:

"Wait until I see my father, the courtiers and the people, I think it's necessary to show something to reassure them."

Song Pianlu hinted in words that they had to make the piano and the zither sing harmoniously so that everyone could be satisfied.

No matter how it is in private, save face must be done.

Feng Yue sat leisurely, like a cold beauty made of ice and snow, she glanced at the prince, and said leisurely:

"Since His Royal Highness requests, then so be it."

Song Pianlu felt that the words were weird, but she couldn't put them into words.

The chariot is gathered in front of the palace gate with the guard of honor when leaving the palace, and the prince's chariot is only behind the emperor's imperial chariot.

No one in the palace went with them, except for the concubine Xian and the third prince, only He Jieyu's mother, who was expensive with her son, brought the little princess with her.

On the contrary, quite a few courtiers came, and they were all the ministers who gave the banquet at the Dragon Boat Festival today.

The guard of honor is mighty, guarded by guards on both sides, clearing the road along the way, majestic and solemn.

Quite a few civilians went to Jinming Pond for a stroll in the garden early, and some of them followed the palace ceremonial far away, smiling happily.

The banquet given by the emperor is in the Linshui Hall of Jinming Pool. It is a pavilion surrounded by water on three sides. Behind it is the Baojin Tower for the nobles in the palace to rest temporarily. On the west side is a colorful tower rising from the ground.

When there is a banquet in the Linshui Palace, there will be a Kabuki dancer in the color building, singing and dancing, the music is carried by the sound of water, and the dancing girls are graceful, which is very pleasing to the eye.

The north side of the Cailou is connected to a fairy bridge, and the section of the bridge is a palace located in the center of Jinming Pool, called the Five Palaces of Water Heart.Originally, the Five Palaces of Shuixin and other places could be used as stalls for ordinary people to play, but this time it was banned by the prince.

Not only the Fifth Hall of Shuixin, but even the south bank near the Linshui Hall were wiped out. There were many royal guards with piercing eyes.Visitors can only enter from the west gate and east gate, and watch the water play on both banks and the north bank.

There are already postures on the water, and the most magnificent ones are dragon boats of various colors.

When the emperor stood in front of the Linshui Hall, looking at the majestic dragon boat below, he saw the crowds on both sides of the strait, officials and beauties, and small vendors hawking endlessly.

After the Dragon Boat Festival, the water show kicked off, and the races and water swings were extremely lively and exciting.

When the water puppet, the artist controls the puppet to play football, row boats, dance, and fish on the water, the fishing puppet actually catches a small silver-white fish, which attracts applause from both sides of the strait, and the water waves sway with it.

Song Pina smiled on her face, but her heart was tense.

The more lively the atmosphere was, the more sober Song Pianlu became.

Beside her, Feng Yuexian stood shoulder to shoulder with her, and his voice was sent into her ears like a fine mosquito:

"Don't be afraid, my people will cooperate with you."

Song Pianlu felt deeply in her heart, she probably knew that Feng Yuexian didn't want to hear her say "thank you", so she suppressed it in her heart, and said softly:

"it is good."

After a hundred plays on the water, it is the highlight, the dragon boat race.

The dragon boats are produced by various prefectures, and several private houses compete on the same stage, with different styles.

The dragon boats of the General’s Mansion are rough and bold, while those of the Jiangnan silk and satin family are tied with five-color ropes, and there is a scene of a child sleeping in the stern of the boat as Concubine Yang in spring, which is elegant and extravagant.

Song Pianliu's eyes fell on the Feng family's dragon boat, but she felt something when she saw all the rowers on it showed their eyes.

After the bidding boat stops in front of the Linshui Hall, the bid tied with red silk and satin will be thrown into the water for all boats to compete for, and the dragon boat race will officially begin.

On the colorful building, the flute pipes sing in harmony, the music is exciting, and there are bursts of drums, which together with the sound of the dragon boat oars hitting the water, make people feel surging.

The sound of playing music, hitting the water, and applauding resounded through the sky.

The sound of the drums rose and fell like spring thunder, and the dragon boats drove the snow-like water waves to the Linshui Temple. It was hard to tell which one was faster, which made the blood agitated.

The dragon boat is getting closer, closer.

The drums are beeping together, the drums are like a shower, getting tighter and denser, and at the moment of climbing to the top, a sudden change strikes!

On a dragon boat, sixteen oars put aside the oars, lifted the bottom of the boat and took out a knife, stomped their feet, the dragon boat sank, but their bodies soared up, borrowed some strength from the water, and raised the knife to stab Linshui. temple.

This is the moment that Song Pianlu has been waiting for!

She had already made people lie in ambush in the water. At this time, dozens of water masters appeared from the water of Linshui Palace, and they were about to pounce on them, but someone was faster than them——

The Feng family's dragon boat also stopped at the moment when the sudden change occurred, the oarsmen jumped up, the dragon boat wailed under the powerful trampling, but they arrived first, stopping all the assassins.

Sixteen vs. sixteen, mad knife vs. bare hands, but the Feng family can suppress all the killers!

There was a panic on both sides of the strait, and the other dragon boats did not dare to race anymore, and they all started spinning on the water.

The officials were at a loss, the old emperor was guarded behind him, his face was gloomy and flustered:

"What's the matter, what's the matter!"

Song Pianli stared at the water and fought, her body was weak and slender, but she stood firmer than the pines and cypresses in the snow. She said calmly:

"It's just some assassins making trouble—come here and escort Father to Baojin Tower to rest."

Concubine Xian's eyes flashed, and she followed the emperor.

Song Pianliu glanced at the end of her eyes, but pretended not to know.

Most of the civil servants followed the emperor to Baojin Building in a hurry, leaving only the princelings, and the military generals who had time to attend, basically stayed.

Whether they want to do meritorious service or show off in front of the prince, they are not easy to leave.

The Feng family gathered around Feng Yuexian, but Feng Yuexian's expression suddenly became serious.

Song Pianxuan asked the old emperor to go to Baojin Tower. If there is still someone behind, he will definitely point to her alone.

She was using her life as a bait to lure the assassin out.

The old emperor is useless and useless, is it worth her?

It's useless to think too much, Feng Yuexian drew out the guard's saber, stepped forward, and held the sword in front of Song Pianliao.

Song Pianlu's eyes darkened, and she was taken aback.

The woman's shoulders are not broad, wearing a begonia red dress and holding a snow-colored long sword, she stands in front of her like a green mountain, beautiful and piercing.

Song Pina's heart warmed up.

The battle in that room was coming to an end, most of the sixteen assassins were either killed or captured, blood stained the surface of the Jinming Pool.

One wave will level off and another will rise again. Two black shadows sprang out from under the bidding boat. Their figures were as light as ghosts. They brought afterimages in the air and rushed to the front of Linshui Palace in a few steps. They were close enough to see their vicious snakes clearly. Eye.

Some generals stepped forward to fight, but they were impatient with their quack tricks and poisoned hidden weapons. Jinlou.

Feng Yuexian pulled out the butterfly silver hairpin from his hair, and saw the figure of one of the black shadows, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, raised his sleeves, and the silver hairpin flew out, like a silver fish breaking through the water, piercing straight towards the black shadow. Shadow back.

The black shadow twitched twice, and fell to the water like a dead fish.

With a black shadow left, he slammed his opponent into the water, looked at Feng Yuexian, and said hoarsely:

"Do you have a second silver hairpin?"

Feng Yuexian's brows and eyes were full of anger, but he still stood firmly in place, unmoved.

No one is as important as Song Pianliu.

The black figure looked up to the sky and smiled, the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, and caught a child, it was the one with Peking opera makeup and oil paint on his face.

"I have heard the name of the royal family's benevolence. You can save him as long as you fight. Are you going to save him or not?"

Feng Yuexian was unmoved, her eyes were cold, her thin lips parted slightly:

"No help."

The shadow's smile faltered.

"Song, don't you want the name of kindness?"

Before Song Pianju could speak, Feng Yuexian's eyes fell on the little boy, and said:

"It's a lifetime honor for you to die for the royal family."

"...You! Damn it!"

Song Pianlu let out a sullen smile behind her back.

Feng Yue stood there leisurely, acting as her green hill.

The black shadow was furious, and threw the boy to the beams and pillars of Linshui Palace:

"Useless things! Then you go to die!"

Feng Yuexian's eyes moved slightly, following the traces of the child flying past.

Some generals couldn't bear it, and jumped into the air, trying to catch the boy, but when he approached, a dagger was inserted into his ribs suddenly, and he screamed.

This strength is definitely not for a child!

The military general found out belatedly, and fell to the surface of the pool with severe pain.

The assassin finally showed his true fangs.

Feng Yuexian stared closely at the oil paint boy - or a dwarf would be more appropriate.

The dwarf's body was extremely flexible, and he moved more quickly in the air. He threw the bloody dagger straight to the gap on the right, and the target was Song Pianling behind her.

Feng Yuexian took two steps forward and raised his sword to block it, the dagger hit Xueliang's sword and fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Feng Yue relaxed, but suddenly tightened up again.

Out of the corner of his eye, the dwarf smiled slyly against the oil paint, opened his mouth, and spit out a tiny arrow from it.

The little arrow came at an extremely fast speed, roaring.

The last breath was still outside the hall, and this breath is close at hand.

Feng Yuexian didn't have time to think, and suddenly threw the dagger in his sleeve.

Clang!

In front of Song Pianyi's eyes, the air was full of golden spears, and sparks burst out.

The daggers and small arrows rolled to the ground like birds with broken wings.

For a moment just now, she really thought that she was going to fail the mission and leave this small world.

Song Pianliu was stunned for a while.

The little boy in that box tried his best, and the Feng family generals who had been spared all their hands worked together to catch him.

Feng Yuexian didn't dare to take a step away from her.

Song Pianlu couldn't tell what was in her heart.

She knelt down, picked up Feng Yuexian's dagger, and took out a brocade handkerchief to wipe it carefully.

This is Feng Yuexian's favorite dagger, he plays with it every day, so it can't get dirty.

Before that, I told her that I would play with it, but I didn't expect to touch it for the first time at such a moment.

Song Pianlu's eyes were soft, and she moved her fingers slightly, feeling the unevenness on the back.

what is this?

Song Pina turned over and took a look.

I saw two words engraved on the body of the dagger——

Qinglu.

If there is a call coming from a very far away place, Song Pianliu's mind buzzes to make peace with it.

She whispered:

"Qinglu...?"