[Comprehensive] Ask the wine fairy

Ye Gucheng did not answer this question.

Dong Xiangyan was also considerate, but he didn't get to the bottom of it. That night, Ye Gucheng was speechless looking at this little fat man who deliberately wore night clothes.

Ye Gucheng: "What are you thinking?"

Dong Xiangyan straightened his belt and said, "It's been said about night scouting, I can't go in white." That's not how Jinyi Night Walk is used either.

Ye Gucheng frowned: "Who gave you the clothes?"

Dong Xiangyan: "Huh? Spring Bird."

Among the four palace maids in Dong Xiangyan's house, Shao Yao is in charge of accounts and personal servants, and she is also the maid who often goes out to socialize with Dong Xiangyan. In terms of familiarity with palace rules, no one around Dong Xiangyan can surpass her. about.

As for the remaining Spring Birds, they take care of the clothes for the four seasons, are in charge of cutting patterns, Du Fang makes fragrances and haircuts, manages trivial headgear, and handles meals gracefully.

And when the prince reaches adulthood, the number of court ladies will be doubled again, so that he can accompany the prince to serve him in the future.

However, Dong Xiangyan is still young, and it is enough to temporarily remove it when needed, and he himself does not like to wait around so many people, so now he is extremely free whether he sneaks away in the middle of the night or wanders around from time to time.

After putting on the night clothes that Chunniao specially prepared for Dong Xiangyan, Ye Gucheng saw the golden thread embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns on the hem of his clothes, and he understood Dong Xiangyan's excuses for fooling the girl.

Dong Xiangyan didn't really want to visit the imperial study at night, so he just ignored the golden thread pattern, and didn't purposely remove it with scissors.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he straightened his stomach in satisfaction, patted his recently thinned waist, and shouted arrogantly: "Let's go!"

Ye Gucheng, who had never seen what Dong Xiangyan was capable of, still felt that he must not be able to do it, and was ready to do it himself.

Sighing softly, he possessed him, with superb lightness kung fu and agility skillfully dodged the guards on duty on the road, and when he reached the roof of the imperial study house, he lifted a piece of glazed tiles, and saw that the scene in the house was not as the female ghost said The corrupt party turned eastward to act against Yan.

As soon as Dong Xiangyan came out, he first put his eyes on the place where the tiles were removed, and stared eagerly for several times. After confirming that there were no little porn books to look at, he immediately sighed in disappointment.

"I didn't expect my father to be so weak!"

Ye Gucheng: "..."

"Forget it!" Dong Xiangyan's face straightened.

The full moon above the head was just above the roof, and the moonlight poured down like a waterfall, covering the whole house in a shimmer like frost.

Frost on the glazed tiles, white moonlight under the window.

Without further ado, Dong Xiangyan immediately said, "Let's go!"

I don't know how Ye Gucheng chose the route. Anyway, after Dong Xiangyan wrote down this hidden path, he opened the window of the imperial study room, and there was this figure in the silver flowers all over the place. I believe that everyone in the room is not blind. They will never fail to find him.

The moonlit night was deep, and it was the period when the ghost energy was at its peak. The female ghost who emerged from the painting was almost a living person.

If it wasn't for her face being as pale as paper, the breath in her whole body being too cold, and losing three points of vitality, I believe that anyone would regard her as the charming woman hidden in the imperial study by His Majesty the Emperor!

Dong Xiangyan saw how she flew out of the painting with his own eyes, so of course he would not admit his mistake like some people did.

With a calm face, he stared at the fairy in the painting, but Zhu Houzhen was the first person present to react.

Zhu Houzhen shouted in surprise: "Emperor, why are you here?" After finishing speaking, he was stunned by the female ghost's flick of his sleeve.

The female ghost has a sad face and extraordinary beauty, and the ghostly aura all over her body is so strong that it is almost real, but even so, her alluring beauty can still make people's eyes shine, and she doesn't care about falling in love with her.

"Your Highness, Little Prince." The light female voice fell into the cold night wind, and when her sad eyes fell on Dong Xiangyan, the person being watched felt a little pity for no reason, "Little girl from Sister Shen I've heard about you."

When Dong Xiangyan heard Shen Yuan's name, his tone softened a little.

"Oh, so what are you going to do?"

"The little girl is also short-tempered," said the immortal in the painting, "no intention of hurting anyone. When I first saw the little highness, this body was already on the verge of dying, and I had to absorb the emperor's essence to maintain my human form. Many days After getting better, I wanted to leave immediately, but the aura of this body has been deeply connected with His Majesty. Even if the little girl does not appear in the painting, His Majesty can still capture the figure of the little girl, so... I have to entangle with her .”

"If things go on like this, the little girl knows that the emperor's favor is a disaster rather than a blessing, so she specifically begged Sister Yan to attract His Highness, and only wished to have your sword to cut off this fate that should not have been drawn."

After finishing speaking, she was blessed with many blessings: "If you have the help of your little highness, you will be rewarded with a spring of grass in the next life!"

"Okay, I just need to slash with a sword." Dong Xiangyan, who was supposed to deal with this matter, had absolutely no reason to be hypocritical, but without Ye Gucheng's help, it took a long time for the chubby legs to hook and hook on the window sill The strength finally jumped down, and the fairy in the painting covered her lips and smiled, "Yes, as long as this fate is broken, His Majesty will naturally not be able to see me, so I ask His Highness to swing this sword."

"Okay, you step back."

Dong Xiangyan calmed down, her pair of sharp phoenix eyes seemed to see a certain line in the air that did not exist, and suddenly there was a peach wood sword with a clear and melodious sound in her empty hand.

The body of the sword is made of mahogany, the fragrance is pleasant, the light of the sword is hidden in the edge, and there is no stagnant foreign object. It is worth mentioning that the beauty of this sword is that it is neither gold nor stone, but it has the spirituality of gold and stone. There is no sword chant, but there is a sword Voice.

Ye Gucheng's eyes lit up, he didn't wait for Dong Xiangyan to move after a while, not only looked over suspiciously, but saw Dong Xiangyan's disgusted face.

"Can't you be a little self-conscious? You are a ghost now with the mahogany sword!"

Ye Gucheng: "..."

Dong Xiangyan didn't care if he was silent or not, he muttered unreasonably, "Who do you think I told someone to back off?"

Ye Gucheng's ears moved, and he was slightly startled when he heard his words.

Dong Xiangyan didn't know that his concern for Ye Gucheng was only felt now, if he said it, he would feel that he was greatly wronged!

Which servant ghost can command the owner of the contract like a grandson?He gets up early every day to practice swords, and the chubby hands are callused, okay?

It's not that he doesn't know good and bad, but he didn't ask Ye Gucheng to take it seriously, but he didn't realize that it was his concern for him before that...

Okay, no more love, goodbye!

If Dong Xiangyan knew about it, he would show Ye Gucheng the scene, but luckily he didn't know anything.

The mahogany sword seems to have a spirit in the hands of the sword master. The surface of the sword is full of peach blossoms, the light of the sword is dyed with a peachy charm, and the sword energy is more like a handful of powder mist, floating and scattered, forming a scene of scattered peach blossoms.

Slashing with a sword, peach blossoms are everywhere, and the relationship between the Immortal in the painting and Zhu Houzhen is shattered on the spot.

The Immortal in the painting wiped away the tears unconsciously seeping from the corner of his eyes, Zhu Houzhen who was in a coma also frowned as if he had encountered some painful thing, and subconsciously grasped one hand tightly.

Dong Xiangyan said: "Okay, you can go now."

The fairy in the painting nodded, "Thank you, Your Highness."

"It's not a big deal, but you, won't you regret it?" Dong Xiangyan asked her.

The fairy in the painting smiled slightly, but she was still helpless.

"It's good for him if I leave."

Dong Xiangyan nodded lightly: "You are a good woman, it is my father's blessing to know you."

The fairy in the painting covered her lips and smiled coquettishly, her figure flashed, and she immediately returned to the painting. The scroll was closed, covered with a layer of ghostly aura, and then flew out of the window.

Reminiscent of the beauties in the painting, Yuehua builds a bridge to the sky, and the scene is as poignant as Chang'e flying to the moon.

Dong Xiangyan said to himself: "The sky is big and the earth is big, I don't know if there is a chance to meet again."

Ye Gucheng said indifferently: "Probably not."

"I think so," Dong Xiangyan curled his lips, perhaps because he was really not in the mood to complain about Ye Gucheng's incomprehension, he helped his father up and put him in a good posture, then snapped his fingers next to his ear, and with a "snap", Zhu Houzhen woke up Suddenly, the lights in the room that had been extinguished due to the appearance of ghosts were rekindled, and the golden color everywhere turned the room into daylight.

Zhu Houzhen searched around subconsciously, and then pressed his forehead with a headache. From the corner of his eyes, he found Dong Xiangyan beside him, and asked hesitantly, "Huanger... When did you come here?"

"Just now." Dong Xiangyan replied crisply.

Zhu Houzhen: "Oh... then did you see a woman?"

Dong Xiangyan was just about to lie without blinking an eye, but Zhu Houzhen interrupted first: "No, forget it." He looked disappointed, but he was gradually recovering Mingjun's posture, "Let's forget about this matter .” Glancing at the empty bookshelf, he regained the coldness of being a king.

Thoroughly investigate the governor of Huangzhou!

The decree was issued simply and neatly, regardless of whether the governor of Huangzhou intends to send such ghosts to the current Holy Majesty, he is afraid that he will not want to live!

Dong Xiangyan looked at the father who was flying like a pen in surprise. If the other party didn't stop and sigh from time to time, she might not have believed that this father would actually love someone sincerely one day.

That's right, judging from the look on the fairy's face when he disappeared in the painting, and judging from his father's abnormal behavior these past few days, Emperor Dai Yue finally met his true love at the age of 32.

Thinking about it is also worthy of lamentation, the real version of the relationship between people and ghosts is not over, one of them is still the emperor, and the other is also reasonable.

Dong Xiangyan kept thinking about this on the way back, so much so that he almost hit the door.

He covered his nose and looked at Ye Gucheng who stood in front of him first, only allowing himself to bump into him, Dong Xiangyan opened his arms and hugged him.

"Ah, I'm so tired!"

Ye Gucheng was overwhelmed for a moment when he was hugged, but he calmed down quickly. The slave ghost and the owner could touch each other, so he picked up the naughty dumpling and threw it back into the room without any hindrance.

"Then go to sleep."

Dong Xiangyan laughed and rolled on the bed. The night watchman had already been knocked down by the little prince, who was proficient in [-] kinds of martial arts. After a while, he could switch to illusion when he recovered a little, but these are not the point .

After taking off his naked clothes and changing into obscene clothes, he lay down on the bed, dreamless all night until dawn.

A few days later, Dong Xiangyan saw the emperor's father, who had been disappointed before, with the beautiful girl who had just entered the palace, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he turned his head and walked into the other palace.

Sure enough, the emperor's true love is unbelievable!

He kind of understood Shen Yuan's sorrow, and then he saw Shen Yuan's fairy in the painting who was supposed to ascend to heaven.

Dong Xiangyan: "...Why are you here!"

The fairy in the painting covers her lips and smiles lightly. There is no trace of melancholy on her face. Osmanthus flowers all over the sky fall on her shoulders. She decides to make her home in Shanggui Pavilion!

"What are you talking about, little Highness, don't you know that the more beautiful a woman is, the less you can believe what she says?" The fairy in the painting, who was trembling with joy, fell on Murong Yan'er afterward, and the three women laughed at Dong Xiangyan together. Doubt about life.

So what are you guys doing?like?do not love?

What is this!

Dong Xiangyan looked up to the sky and sighed.

Inside the beams of the imperial study room at night, a pair of ghostly eyes rolled around, and then they passed through the palace and arrived at the imperial dining room lightly, where they brought a lot of good food left over from the day to fill their stomachs.

This kind of lightness kung fu that guards nothing in the palace appears on such a young man, it can make a large number of Jianghu people feel ashamed.

But some people are born with unique talents, just like the super-class lightness kung fu aptitude displayed by this young man.

Wiping off the pastry crumbs at the corner of his mouth, the young man remembered the scene he saw the night before, and couldn't stand his curiosity. After leaving the imperial dining room, he identified the route to the imperial palace, and walked all the way away.

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